#if you actually read all of this i am kissing ur forehead

[onbeinganangel]

2022 round-up ✨

ooooh this is such a fun end of year little tag game!! thank you @danpuff-ao3 for the tag!

Rules:

1. Post the top 5 works you're most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular), 2. your top 4 current WIPs that you're excited to release in the new year, 3. your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year, 4. your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year, 5. and your number 1 favorite line you've written this year!

Before I get into it, I’m tagging @vivantesopales @the-starryknight @mintawasalreadytaken and @sweet-s0rr0w 💕 no pressure, have fun! Alright, here we go:

5 fics

(i wrote a total of 6 so this should be easy enough lol from favourite to least loved — by me personally, fuck stats — we have:) savage natures [aftg, andrew/neil, mary hatford character study, 6k, M]

It starts with the now-familiar smell of blood long seeped into the fake leather of the car seats, with the stench of burning plastic, flesh and gasoline.

It starts like any good ghost story should: I am dead, and Nathaniel has come back at last.

geometric equilibrium [aftg, andrew/kevin/neil, getting together, mutual pining, 10k, M]

Kevin graduates and Neil thinks he’s pretty. Andrew graduates and Kevin pines. Neil graduates and Andrew is way more than 100% done with all this triangle-shaped bullshit and can’t believe he has to be the one to fix it.

Or: the Flawed Court get together, in three graduations acts.

Second Best [hp, harry/regulus, past jegulus, past sirry, porn with a side of hate/hurt but it's not quite hate fucking, 8k, E]

Can you want me like you wanted him? Because I do.

Liturgia Horarum [hp, draco/harry, very soft domestic fluff, 1.5k, M]

From morning melodies to evening encores, a day in the life through the soundtrack of routine.

facedown on my bed (thinking of you) [hp, fem!drarry, hogwarts is an all girls school, getting together, uni au, friends to lovers, 10k, M]

Sometimes the feelings you have for your enemy-turned-roommate-turned-bff are not as platonic as you think. Sometimes you're the last person to realise it.

4 current WIPs

(these are all AFTG fics, sorry HP pals) [redacted aftg mixtape exchange fic] - can’t say much except that my recipient chose an amazing song and a brilliant pairing and that the mods are the best and the stars aligned and fate was on my side when i was given this prompt and i’m really excited to finish it and for it to be out in the world

the next three are actually a series of pwp fics set in the same universe where we have established kandreil but i’m giving them all one-on-one time (therefore, three fics)!! i’m very excited about it! this series features: trans neil, professional athlete shenanigans, kevin being a freak, neil being a horny little shit, andrew being his little weirdo self who plays exy because there's nothing better to do but actually is the epitome of a malewife. lots of porn with a side of domesticity, just the way i like it stand in awe of him - the kevneil fic, which yes is titled after a psalm do not dare @ me lol this one is a very soft rapid escalation of morning glory snuggles and domestic chats in which kevin and neil are in bed and start talking about andrew and at first it's like "oh he's so cute when he's grumpy" and suddenly it's like "and that thing he does with his tongue" and they just get each other off thinking about how much they love their bf!!!! like good for them tbh

clinging to you - kandrew!!!! size difference!!!!! 🥵🥵 like there is one vertical foot between those two bastards and you think i'm not gonna make it a thing? i'm gonna make it a thing. i actually have a good chunk of this one written already, it has taken over my brain. just kevin being "ah andrew is so Large and Beefy and Good at Exy" (*cough cough* exy kink *cough cough* competence kink) but then suddenly they're in bed and he realises he can cover ALL of andrew with HIS body and he's like "oh it turns out he's smol but that's also hot?" immediate fireworks in the ol' brain box!!!!

waiting, wanting - ah. the andreil with that one premise that has been done a gazillion times across every random on earth but idc because i want it. neil is horny, andrew is asleep, kevin is across the world and in the end andrew and neil end up fucking with kevin on the phone listening in. neil gets fingered within an inch of his life and andrew gets mocked for his bad french accent and it’s all very delightful, if i say so myself

3 biggest improvements

oh yay tooting my own horn, my favourite activity lmao cutting back - i started this year with a very clear goal of doing No Fests. i did nearly fail at this and i DID sign up to a fest although for no fault of my own that didn't work out in the end which means No Fest 2022 was a success. i also spent a lot less time forcing myself to write and a lot more time thinking about my motivations, the stories i really want to tell and what kind of presence i want to have. i wish i had cut back more but it's very hard. a while ago i described to a dear friend how falling out of love with a fandom community is a bit like moving house, and this move hasn't been smooth. i am proud of my efforts here though!

finding a balance to my outlining process - outlining has always been my weakness. my two longer works are a bit of a mess continuity-wise because my brain just hates outlining. the moment i write down what happens it ticks the wee box for that task and assumes i am done. this year i have found a happy balance where i don't outline too much so that my brain still thrives on the mystery but enough so that the final product isn't a total mess.

characterisation vs plotting - this ties in a little bit with the outlining thing above but i feel like a lot of what i wrote this year was character motivated rather than plot driven! it's a bit of a new approach for me but i am very pleased with the results. it took a lot of studying (mostly reading original stuff, but also a ton of @skeptiquewrites fic because in my opinion, no one does a full cast of characters that feel real and fleshed out and wonderful every single time like tee does!) and a lot more time considering who these characters are instead of actively writing to advance a story, which really worked out for me

2 resolutions

get back to original work - i have a novel idea that's been in my head for a very long time and my goal was to work on it at some point this year. i even gave it a good go during NaNo — unfortunately, it is largely horror and also very much based in my childhood home, in which i am currently living... you can see how that probably wasn't a good idea in the first place. (wtf was i thinking) so, depending on whether or not i manage to finish building and move into my tiny home at some point in 2023, a good chunk of a first draft should be achieved sometime next year!

give myself some grace - well. yeah. that. this is basically an extended version of the "cutting back" improvement from this year. i have to remind myself a lot that unexpected heartbreak and real life shit and bad mental health are all a thing. i'm not always going to be able to finish my projects, and sometimes i will be able to finish them but it won't be what i want it to be. so i'm putting joy above every other feeling next year by cutting myself some slack

1 favourite line

all my favourite lines this year are from the same fic but i am obsessed with how kevin and neil are basically canonically soulmates so i’m gonna go with:

“A raven-black string of fate tying their pinkies together — Neil's own scarred hand to Kevin's racquet-mangled one.” from geometric equilibrium

#drarry #harry/regulus #aftg #m babbles #tag games #this is so long i am genuinely embarrassed #if you actually read all of this i am kissing ur forehead #shoulda put 'shut the fuck up' in my resolutions #but i won't #! #bc i love chatting shit #long post #idk what tumblr etiquette is like these days #i have tagged long post #normally i'd also like do the read more thingy? but tumblr automatically cuts off long posts these days? #if you'd like me to add a readmore to this bullshit let me know #i am tired and confused

[i-cant-sing]

Whispers in your ear like a devil on your shoulder: you should make the Miguel O'Hara scenarios. Think of the hot dad energy he would emanate :))))))

Jokes aside, it is truly up to you what to write and I would always read it, but I am begging on my hands and knees for you to tell us the platonic yandere Miguel O'Hara scenarios you have thought of.

Nooo stooopppp girll- *puts on Miguel's theme music in the background* ahh shit here we go.

Platonic Yandere Miguel O'Hara as a dad:

Okay, so im just gonna word vomit here and yall make sense of it, but like the first thing that comes to mind when I think about yandere dad Miguel is that him kidnapping daughter reader from a universe where he doesn't exist, so he's technically not breaking canon or whatever and really, it doesnt even matter if you're his bio kid or not, like u could be a literal random civilian but if he is drawn to u, then he is. And while some of yall say "oh come on, Miguel cant be like that. He doesn't make careless/thoughtless decisions like that" I'm sorry, but is this not the same person who had the nerve to step in as his dead self from an AU and sleep with his parallel universe's wife and father someone else's kid??? Granted, they did end up dying but really, the only difference between that decision and this decision to kidnap u is to make sure that u don't end up dyingggg.

Moving on, he kidnaps u, makes up some bs about your life being in danger and blah blah blah, you HAVE to stay by his side, okay??? And at first, reader is like "umm okay?" because who tf wouldnt agree with SPIDERMAN??? (especially one who looks like Miguel? he is already giving dad vibes)

And the thing with Miguel is that he super protective (because PTSD) and he's possessive too, so the only person you're allowed to hang out with is Mayday (she is the cutest, i would die to have a kid like her ngl) because he doesnt see her as a threat (someone who could take u away from him). ABSOLUTELY NO CONTACT with Miles (because he hates that kid, pain in his ass/bane of his existence) and pretty much all other spiderpersons as well because all of them are sarcastic and he does not need them rubbing off on u. The only other person he would trust u with is Peter B, probably when Miguel needs a babysitter (because u learned to mess with his tech-typy-locks and traps, so u need an actual person to keep eyes on u. curse the universe for u being smart like ur papa), and the biggest reason he does trust peter with u is because since peter is a father himself, he would definitely know that while miguel's methods are wrong, in his own way, he is protecting u, and peter b knows that he would do absolutely anything to keep his daughter safe too. Also- since peter has mayday, if he were to actually take u away from Miguel, then Miguel would 10000% kidnap mayday and use her against peter too until he inevitably has to return u to him.

Now Miguel is emotionally crippled due to his trauma, so he's not great at expressing his feelings, at least not when you're awake. When you're asleep, maybe his eyes turn a little softer, maybe he cups your cheek, some guilt and sadness swirling in his eyes when he sees your tear stained cheek (because u missed ur family. or maybe u got told off by Miguel in front of everyone), presses a soft kiss to your forehead and mumbles something in spanish ("you will understand in due time, mi hija.") Definitely has cameras in your room, so he looks at you through the screen and sighs when u flop on the bed and stuff your head in the pillow and start crying, heart slightly heavy with guilt.

Except from interacting with others and leaving the spider society/his apartment (idk where he lives), every need of yours is pretty much taken care of IF you follow his rules. If you behave, u get everything. If u yell at him, try to break out of his place etc, privileges are revoked and BAM, you are now confined to your room with no access to entertainment or any of your hobbies he allowed u to have. Those novels u liked to read? Too bad, they get thrown in the fireplace. Gaming console? Broken in his hands. Liked to cook/bake? No access to kitchen because u are now locked in your room.

Miguel has one important rule- you MUST obey him, under all circumstances, no questions asked. If he tells you to go to your room, honey go before his eyes turn sharp and he has to manhandle you. If he tells you to eat dinner with him, you need to eat food even if you are full. And if he's forbidden you from going to the locked room in his place that's full of info on you and your old fam, then its best for everyone for u to obey.

Now, while Miguel does have trouble expressing emotions (i mean, the most affection he's shown is head pats and if u are really really sad, then yes, smooches on the forehead.) but he has no trouble expressing anger and rage. If u mess up real bad, in the sense where u disobey him and end up hurting yourself (no matter to what degree), GIRL HE IS SCREAMING HIS HEAD OFF AT YOU (like the scene from the movie where he's yelling at miles). I mean, he's so mad, he legit picks you up and hauls you to your room, where he's yelling at u even more, using the terms "child" "kid" and patronising tone because you may think you're a grown up (u might even be) but he will ALWAYS view u as a kid- THE KID he lost, the child he promised to protect and somehow get redemption, or at the very least, fill the empty hole in his heart.

And since nobody thought to inform me that my man Miguel is a literal VAMPIRE and that his fangs are not just for show to attract all kinds of viewrs, we gonna talk about that as well. Does he use them on reader when she finds out that Miguel actually fucking murdered her real fam (maybe not directly kill them, because he is a hero after all. Maybe in the sense that he knew they were gonna die, you would too unless he took u away, he just didnt bother calculating the repercussions if he did indeed save your family.) and reader is now hyperventilating and trying to claw her way out of his arms but muscled arms only pull u tighter against his chest and he just bites ur neck to let the venom paralyse you long enough for him to not only offer an explanation for his actions, but also put a tracker in you and chain u to your bed.

Does Miguel's heart absolutely shatter at your body wracking sobs and distressed state as you realise you have lost your family? Yes. Does he apologise? Never. Does he like seeing you in pain? NO. Will he cause you even more pain? ...yes, if circumstances change.

Hurting you is the last the thing he's do, but its still something he would do. He wont enjoy it, but if u messed up real bad (escaped and endangered yourself) then Miguel, with a very heavy heart will snap your ankles and limit your ability to walk for months (if not for life). This is one of his harshest punishments, and punishments are immeadiately followed with comfort, so Miguel does put your fractured bones in a cast and wipes the tears from his eyes, shushing you gently as he softly explains why he did what he did, how you dont need to worry about anything because since you took your punishment so well, Miguel will help you (he will carry you around everywhere), and maybe if you're in too much pain, he may give you some drugs(or even his venom) to put you to sleep right away.

He has lost too much, too many times. His wounds are deep and still fresh, he is not taking any chances... especially not with you.

okay thats all i have for now(its a lie, i just need to pee) but feel free to send in ur asks/thoughts/scenarios.

#yandere miguel o'hara #yandere miguel x reader #platonic miguel #platonic yandere #yandere spiderverse

[g1rld1ary]

hi baby !! 🧡

im sick rn and ive looked alllllll over and i couldnt find anything could you write a sickfic for luke from jatp where the female!reader gets sick ? reader is his girl 😽

im doing the same prompt on my blog because im so obsessed with the idea of sickfics and im such a luke girl

so you probably wont have much trouble figuring out who sent you this later if you look it up LMFAO 😍😍

pshsshssh thank you !! 🌼🌼

sick days ; luke patterson x fem!reader

➻ synopsis: you're not feeling well, but luke is here to look after you

➻ word count: 1905

➻ content: established relationship, implied aged up to early 20ish, pet names (love, baby, my girl), tooth rotting fluff

➻ obsessed with this request!!! i've never written a sickfic before so hope this is ok!! hope ur feeling better lovey xxxx

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Your body ached. That was the only thing you could feel. Actually, that was incorrect; you also had a headache and a snotty nose and you were pretty sure your temperature could boil water. In essence, you felt awful. You’d toughed it out for as long as you could, making yourself a steaming hot tea and cozying into the sofa for the night. It wasn’t making you feel any better. So, in a last ditch effort of saving your night, you dialled your boyfriend.

You smiled as his croaky, half-asleep voice came through your phone, murmuring your name.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” You asked, brows furrowed as you checked the time, gasping when it read 1:45am. You thought it was still closer to eleven.

“Don’t worry about it, couldn’t sleep anyway,” Luke lied and you frowned, though he couldn’t see it through the screen.

“No, it’s dumb. I’m sorry I woke you up. Night, Luke.” You moved to hang up when Luke interrupted you.

“Baby, wait! Clearly something’s bothering you. What’s up?” You smiled despite your discomfort, your boyfriend always boosting your mood without even trying.

“Nothing,” You pouted in your puddle of blankets, “Just feel sick.” You could feel Luke’s pity without him saying anything and weren’t sure whether to be indignant or grateful.

“Can you stay awake for twenty more minutes, love?”

“I guess so, why?” You asked, turning the TV back on as something to keep you from sleeping.

“I love you,” Was all he said, hanging up on you abruptly. You smiled softly to yourself, willing your eyes to stay open as you tried to focus on the sitcom in front of you.

You were just dozing off when you heard your apartment door unlocking and the brief shuffling of feet in the entryway. Your grin brightened, the familiar butterflies returning to your chest, even after months of being with Luke. The man in questioned approached you quietly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as you looked up at him.

“Luke, it’s 2 am, what are you doing here?” You asked despite the obvious answer, opening your shield of blankets for him to crawl onto the sofa with you. He made you wait, tipping out his reusable shopping bag onto the coffee table in front of you. There lay a pint of ice cream, tea bags, painkillers, and your favourite chocolate. Suddenly you weren’t sure if the heat on your face was fever or blush. Silently you held your arms out, and Luke dove into them with all the enthusiasm of a child, peppering your faces with all the kisses he could manage.

“Couldn’t let my girl be sick on her own,” He mumbled, nuzzling himself into the crook of your neck, eliciting a bout of giggles from you.

“My very own Prince Charming,” You grinned, pecking his temple. After a gratuitous moment of cuddling Luke peeled himself off you, taking on the role of concerned caretaker. He was quick to dart into the kitchen, turning the kettle on for your tea and grabbing a spoon for the ice cream he’d bought. Sitting himself in the vacant spot next to you he fixed his focus onto the TV.

“What are we watching?” He asked, pulling the lid off the ice cream tub for you.

“How I Met Your Mother, I’ve just reached season seven.” Luke gasped dramatically, holding his hands over his chest in faux outrage.

“You continued without me? How could you?” You laughed at his accusatory tone, shrugging your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, Lukey. You have to forgive me though, I’m sick,” You punctuated the statement with a pathetic cough, smiling as Luke easily settled down.

You watched in silence for a bit, both giggling at the stupid jokes. After a while you felt Luke looking at you seriously, but chose not to think much of it, continuing to tune in to the show. When he pulled out a thermometer, you raised an eyebrow. Luke wasn’t usually one to be so prepared, but you let him rest it on your tongue nonetheless. When it read a concerningly high number Luke frowned, silently popping the painkillers out of their packaging, feeding you with the insistence of a fed up mother hen.

“Why aren’t you a nurse?” You joked, swallowing the medication with a mouthful of melted ice cream, “Rockstar be damned.”

“Only for you, love.”

“That’s not true, I’ve seen you fretting over Reggie,” You laughed, and Luke couldn’t help but join you.

“That’s fair. You’re my favourite, though.”

“How unexpected.” You craned your neck to press a kiss to his jaw, revelling in the dumb grin that crept onto his face.

You both settled into silence, you leant into Luke’s side, his hands rubbing soft circles into your thigh. You could feel yourself drifting in and out of sleep, never quite able to stay in it for one reason or another. The blanket was too hot, you were cold without it, your head hurt. Nothing was quite right and all you wanted to do was sleep for as long as humanly possible.

“Luke?” You whispered, in case he was already asleep.

“Yes, love?” He replied, shifting his position to look down at you. You faltered for a moment, overwhelmed with the pure adoration in his eyes.

“Will you play for me?” Luke was up in a second, arranging you on the sofa. You giggled as he manhandled you, lying you down and wrapping you tightly in your blanket so you couldn’t escape. You teased him about being his captive audience as he tuned his guitar quickly, never being so grateful for his perfect pitch.

Without anymore holdups Luke began to play, plucking softly at the strings to create a melody that filled the air of your little apartment. His playing was like a siren call, pressing weights on your eyelids until you could barely stand to keep them open. You watched him while you could, admiring the way the faint light from the kitchen lamp made him look like an Adonis, his hair illuminated in gold and his features accentuated by the shadows. You couldn’t believe he was your boyfriend. Luke Patterson, heartthrob of Julie and the Phantoms was your dorky, adoring boyfriend who would make supermarket trips in the middle of the night for you. Who had your favourite ice cream memorised and your key attached to his, so he could come see you whenever he missed you (which was pretty much always).

Despite the various aches and pains that had overtaken your body, the only thing you could feel as you drifted off to sleep was the burning ball of light in your chest, a chemical mixture of joy and love and gratitude, overtaking your senses one by one until you were asleep, dreams filled of beautiful images of your boyfriend.

When you woke up the next morning, you figured out it wasn’t morning at all. Luke had evidently switched off your phone’s alarm after you’d fallen asleep, and it was well into early afternoon when you’d arisen. To his credit though, the sleep had done you some good, and you felt much less like walking death after an intense sleep.

You untangled yourself from the knit blanket, your feet wobbly on the hard wood floors. You had serious post-nap daze, and wandered through your flat looking for your boyfriend. The poorly made sheets on your actual bed told you where Luke slept last night — or this morning, more accurately — you smiled at the way he’d arranged your stuffed animals.

Stuck to the fridge under your New York City magnet was a note from Luke, explaining he had to go to rehearsal but he’d be back later to check on you. You pulled the paper off, travelling back to your room to put the note in your ‘Luke’ box, adding to the collection of notes and drawings he’d given you inconsequentially that you’d held onto.

As the afternoon ticked by you’d gotten onto your computer, figuring that although you were still ill you should try and get something productive done. You were armed with your box of tissues as you got started on an assignment you had due at the end of the week, and slipped your headphones on to get into the headspace.

You screamed as a pair of arms wrapped around you from behind, quickly dissolving into giggles as you realised it was only Luke, back from rehearsal.

“Your voice still sounds scratchy, baby, how are you feeling?” He asked, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Better, promise. Tomorrow I’ll probably go to class if I get another good night’s sleep.”

“That’s my girl.” He grinned, and you felt your insides melting all over again. You closed the laptop, knowing you weren’t going to get much more done now that Luke was with you.

You spent the evening together, ordering in pizza from the place around the corner and getting slightly wine drunk as Luke told you all about his earlier rehearsal and the antics of his band. He sang you part of the new song he and Julie had written and you applauded dramatically, only stopping when you broke into a coughing fit.

“Wanna watch something?” He asked when you grew tired again, cuddling up to him like a cat.

“Barbie?” You asked hopefully, looking up at him with wide eyes. Luke sighed dramatically, but you knew he was just pretending not to like the animated movies you’d grown up on.

“Only if it’s Island Princess,” He offered and you nodded enthusiastically.

The two of you settled in for the movie night, Luke getting much more into the movie as it went on, as he always did. By the end you were singing duets — your voice considerably less pleasing than his, especially due to your illness — Luke taking on the role of the prince letting you be Ro.

As the credits rolled you felt your eyes closing again, and you felt eerily like you did as a younger girl, falling asleep on the couch after a Barbie movie. This was better though, because now you had Luke next to you. He’d taken his role as big spoon extremely seriously, and had all but become one with the couch, pressing into the back as he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

You shifted your position to face him, watching his face relax into contentedness as he tried to doze off to sleep. Feeling you watch him he cracked one eye open, mouth producing a dumb grin that made butterflies erupt in your chest.

“What?” He asked, but you got the distinct impression he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“Nothing,” You lied, but gave in easily, “You’re pretty.”

“You’re pretty too. Now go to sleep.” You nodded, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Kay, goodnight Lukey. I love you.”

“Love you too, my girl. So much.” His answer was muffled by him pressing his face into your hair to pull you closer, but you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face even as sleep enveloped you.

#giasfics˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ #love #fluff #julie and the phantoms #julie and the fat ones #jatp #jatp netflix #jatp fanfic #sunset curve #luke patterson #luke patterson x reader #luke patterson imagine #luke patterson x y/n #luke patterson fic #luke patterson fanfiction #luke patterson x you #save julie and the phantoms #save jatp #sickfic #caretaking #charlie gillespie

[cherry1sblog]

{my collage roommate pt3}

!!YJW!!

Summary:u entered collage everything was going amazing u had your bs with u but there was one problem ur collage roommate... (also there is a plot twist about heeseung and jungwon there not as close as u think)

Warnings: cussing bad grammar 💀 smut‼️‼️‼️‼️

Don’t read if u don’t like smuts 💀 and yuh I think that’s it

Recap:

“What are you doing “

“Dw about it you couldn’t give a fuck less right”

Jungwon held u back locked the door and pinned you to the wall

“What makes u think your going over there princess “

U just looked at him in shock mouth opening to say saying yet nothing came out u got shivers down your spine when u felt his hands go down more to your waist

“What’s wrong your not as potty anymore”

He looked at you and then got close to your ear you could hear him breath against you you felt him nibble on your ear a little before he faced you again

“You should sleep it’s getting late princess “

He just left you there stunned completely stunned and you did what he told you but you just couldn’t sleep not after that so did u get any sleep like how he told you no not at all not one but if sleep

//TIME SKIP TO 2 WEEKS LATER \\

After that party and your interaction with heeseung and jungwon it was awkward kinda but with jungwon he was more flirty now and so when another party came up you knew you had to find the sexy ist dress ever

{at the party}

Jungwon had been eyeing you up and down all night while on the other hand heeseung had been avoiding you all night u were a bit upset at the fact u and heeseung couldn’t be normal anymore so u trired to go up to him that’s until someone tapped u and u saw three girls staring one wearing they exact same black short bidazeld dress

“Hey u must be y/n right “u don’t recognize her at all so u just look up and down and nod “that’s wonderful to know your the ugly-”and right then and there she takes her cup and pores it all over you and now everyone is looking “bitch Jungwons been sleeping with””WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM “u scream seeing jungwon rush thru the crowed looking at u with eyes of sadness and worry but turned to Yuji and got pissed off

“Idk WTF is your problem but even if I am fucking jungwon so what “ everyone’s gasps going around now phones out recording Jungwons just smirking but you find heeseung looking unamused and leaving “ha I knew you were a slut” then jungwon starts to step up to help you “yk what Yuji I think your just posted at the fact jungwon caught you sleeping with his best friend and now he’s fucking me someone’s who’s not actually a fucking whore bag “ she picks her arm up to slap you jungwon stoping her and throwing her hand away while making her stumble a back “ofc the hero comes in to save the day but not what’s in his pants right cause he can never keep it up right “ he gets visibly angry pushing her back “ you know what Yuji say stupid shit like but just cause you didn’t want people to know your a cheating whore who got stds and just likes to use guys for a quick fuck I mean cmon now we both know I’m the best dick you’ve ever had and the girls I did sleep with they all know I left them fucked dumb after “

She looked completely stunned everyone whispering calling her gross a whore a liar a skank a thot a slut but as for jungwon he grabed you and drove you guys both home the entire way you guys said nothing but when u guys did get home he told you to shower and then we could watch a movie as he grabed your alcohol covered hair and kissed your forehead softly

//AFTER //

after your shower so you stepped out but without thinking you got dressed up wearing a see thru tank top and botty shorts you went out to the living room seeing jungwon he was focused on the tv then tired his head slowly “hey y/-“ his eyes were wide looking at you skating every pice of you immediately getting a hard on and it didnt help the fact the your nipples were also hard cause you it was cold “u-um w-w-what movie do you want to watch” he said awkwardly smiling “

After awhile you ended up choosing a horro movie and everyone u would jump letting jungwon see your boobs bounce and close together was not making it easy at all but he finally had had enough so he paused the tv looking at you “what the fuck won why’d you pau-“ he grabbed your hair in a bunch pulling it a little but not to much where it would hurt “you think I wouldn’t notice you wearing something so slutty huh would you u probably wanted me to look and you and you boobs right you slut “he said and started to lower the strap on you tank top letting go of your hair”ju-jungwon idk what your talking ab-“he stuffed your hole boob in his mouth sucking and nibbleing hitting and starting to leave hickys.”tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop tell me you don’t want me to fuck you sensless and fill your little pussy huh”you didn’t say anything but squirming and moaning under his touch “that’s what I thought now why don’t we see your pretty little cunt “he took off your shorts and liked a thin strip on your underwear making you moan and grab his hair “Wonnie please””please what baby mm I barley did anything yet” you didn’t say anything just wined “I need to know what you want baby or I can’t give it to you okay” you just stared at him but gave in cause how could you not “p-please won need you need you to fuck me “ he removed your panties looking at your dripping cunt making you embarrassed closing your legs while looking away “ah ah ah keep them open princess don’t ever feel like you need to hide this pretty Pussy from me “ he opend your legs about to go down on you but you couldn’t wait you didn’t know why you were so impatient “no w-wait”. “What is if baby” “I DONT wanna be probed please just fuck me please jungwon I need you so bad please wonnie “ he took his grey sweats off and his white t Lilly out his dick and he wasn’t wrong but Yuji was he had the prettiest dick ever he was thick and long and pretty so pretty you needed it so bad “what my princess wants she gets “he took his dick out lining up his tip pushing in little by little he stretched you out so you definitely needed some time but your wetness was making it super easy for the both of you “baby I’m gonna move now okay tell me if it hurts “he started thrusting in you feeling so good “ah jungwon omg so good please faster “he cupped your tits in his handing pumping in and out of you playing with your nipples and ther going to you big leaving hickys on you you were on cloud 9 “ugh baby your pussy feels so g-good this pussy is mine only mine “y-yes omg don’t stop please “ he was going harder making you a moaning mess atp you didn’t care if the neighbors heard you cause this was they best fuck of your life ever “no one’s g-gonna fuck this tight little pussy like I can huh” “all mine no one else is “ you could tell he was close and so were you you were so close if all felt to good “o-omg wonnie i CANT hold it f-Fels to good I-I’m gonna cum “ he kissed you sticking your forwards together intertwining fingers “it’s okay baby cum for me and with that you came undon leaving u speechless you swear you saw white feeling your cum gushing out of you but jungwon still hadn’t came leaving you starting to get a bit senator but you could tell he was so close to “ah y/n I’m so close where do you want me to come “ “please cum in me please “ you were getting close to your second orgasam hearing jungwon moan was sending you “ah ah I’m gonn- and with that you and him both came you for you second time and leaving you both outta breath panting and sweating he pulled out and sat next to you giggling a little “what’s so funny “you said outta breath “ nothing just that we have to go clean up now “”ughhhh I don’t wanna can we js go cuddle “ “it’s okay I’ll clean up my baby “ “ I love you jungwon “ “ me too y/n I love you so much “

//after shower//

You and jungwon just spent the rest of the night cuddling while you fell asleep on his chest as he drew shapes on your skin ……………….

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LET ME KNOW IF YOU GUYS WANT A PART FOR FINAL FOR THIS OR IF YOU GUYS WANNA END IT LIKE THIS SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG BUT ITS EXAMS I HOPE EVERYONE LIKES THIS TYYY

#enhypen #enhypen smut #fanfic #jungwon #jungwon smut #collage #couple

[imasimpforshanks]

Hii! hope you're having a good day, can i request the fluff alphabet for Sanji, please? i just saw your post about it 🧐 thanks for everything, love ur works 💗💗💗

Sanji Fluff alphabet

a/n: thank you for requesting ❤️ and thank you for your kind words, it’s so sweet 😭😭😭😭 hope you enjoy<3

A-Activities (what do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)

sanji will do anything and everything with you. farmers markets, cooking together, walks along the beach, reading next to one another… you name it. as long as it’s with you, sanji doesn’t care what it is you do together, because any time with you is time well spent.

B-Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

true to his character, sanji admires every single thing about you. every inch of you is beautiful in his eyes. he spends every morning whispering in your ear how beautiful you are (both inside and out).

C-Comfort (how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?)

sanji’s go to comforting technique is food. food makes everything better. if you’re feeling down, anxious or anything, food is the answer. however, he also tends to mix in lots of words of affirmation and physical affection.

D-Dreams (how do they picture the future with their s/o?)

marriage and kids are things he’s thought about doing with you since the minute he met you. sanji wants to live happily doing what he loves with the person he loves most in the world. that’s all that matters to him.

E-Equal (are they the dominant one in the relationship or rather passive?)

naturally, sanji is very bold and loud, causing most people to think he’d be more dominant in a relationship. however, when it comes to your relationship, you are the one that runs it. whatever you say, goes. sanji will not argue; he is at your beck and call.

F-Fight (would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?)

sanji has one rule and that is to never, ever fight with you. sanji would rather have zoro cut his head off than ever dream of fighting with you. but, if an argument or disagreement is brewing sanji apologizes immediately and will do anything to make right the situation.

G-Gratitude (how grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?)

sanji thanks you for being a part of his life and loving him, every day. he takes your fave in his hands and proudly states “thank you for helping me become the man i am today” before placing a kiss on your forehead. you helped him grow and change for the better and he will do everything in his power to show his appreciation.

H-Honesty (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?)

there isn’t a single thing in this world that sanji would ever hide from you, unless it is something that would endanger you. but, even then it takes every ounce of his self control to not let you know what’s going on. he hates having to lie to you; it eats him up inside.

I-Inspiration (did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?)

it’s no secret that sanji has a track record for being overly eccentric and flirty with all women, however, after meeting you, he changed. the flirting and heart eyes for anyone other than you, stopped. being with you has really allowed sanji to settle down.

J-Jealousy (do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

yes and no. sanji is well aware that you only have eyes for him. he’s actually really confident and secure in your relationship, because you both frequently remind each other. however, sanji’s jealously can rear its ugly head when you’re around people he doesn’t like, namely zoro. once the jealousy starts to surface he’ll get even clingier and more bold with his displays of affection.

K-Kisses (are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?)

if there’s one thing about kissing sanji it’s that each and every kiss is so passionate and full of love; he sweeps you off your feet everytime.

but, it also smells and tastes like cigarettes. it was quite a shock during your first kiss to be hit with that much tobacco. if the cigarette scent and flavor isn’t your thing, sanji will do everything in his power (other than quitting) to get rid of it.

L-Love confession (how would they confess to their s/o?)

sanji tells you very very early on into your relationship. he basically sings it out loud for everyone to hear. however, it takes a while for you to realize that he is actually in love with you and not just infatuated.

M-Marriage (do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?)

sanji is going to marry you. that much he is certain of. it’s something he’s known since meeting you. he wants nothing more than to tell the whole entire world that he is yours, and you are his.

sanji, being sanji, is going to have some absolutely grand romantic proposal planned that is perfectly tailored to your relationship. it’s going to make you remember just how much you love him.

N-Nicknames (what do they call their s/o?)

he loves to call you every gooey, sweet, loving term of endearment in the book. but, his favourite is “my love.”

O-On cloud nine (what are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

when sanji is in love, everyone knows it - including you. he’s not one to shy away from his feelings. he’ll tell it to you straight (or show it to you with food and romantic gestures).

P-PDA (are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?)

sanji love love loves PDA. he would kiss you, hug you, spin you around, feed you and dance with you in front of the whole world if he could. he’s happy and willing to demonstrate just how much he loves you.

Q-Quirk (some random ability they have that is beneficial in a relationship?)

it’s not random in the slightest, but with sanji you have your own personal chef. and you better believe it certainly has its benefits!

R-Romance (how romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?)

this man is perhaps the most romantic individual you will ever come across. flowers, candlelit dinners, sunset walks on the beach, having his undivided attention… anything you can think of, anything you want this man will do for you.

S-Support (are they helping their s/o achieve their goals do they believe in them?)

for sanji, the second your relationship begins, your goals become his goals and vice verse. so really, he’s your biggest cheerleader! he believes in you and your goals 110%. more than that though, he is right next to you every step of the way; ready to lend you a hand the second you ask.

T-Thrill (do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship or do they prefer certain routine?)

sanji loves your relationship exactly as it is. he doesn’t feel the need to change anything. he’s definitely open to any ideas you have to spice up your relationship if you so desire.

U-Understanding (how good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

sanji knows you like the back of his hand. he can read you like a book and responds accordingly. you’ll never meet someone more understanding than him.

V-Value (how important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

your relationship is the most important thing in his life (and helping luffy become pirate king). everything else in his life comes in second. there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you.

W-Wild card (a random fluff headcanon?)

when you can’t sleep sanji hums little lullabies to help put your mind at ease. sometimes he even makes up lullabies about how much he loves you.

X-XOXO (Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

unsurprisingly, sanji is very affectionate. any chance he gets he’s showering you with love and affection whether it be compliments, kisses all over your face, hugs or cooking your favourite meal.

Y-Yearning (how will they cope when they are missing their partner?)

sanji nearly drives himself insane when you’re away. when you’re not around it’s like a piece of him is missing. but to try and cope does all of your favourite things and cooks all of your favourite meals to make it feel like your still there. and then when it gets closer to your arrival date he’ll go around preparing everything on the ship to make sure it’s perfect for when you return.

Z-Zeal (are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?)

sanji would do literally anything for you. he would die for you and your relationship. all you need to do is say the words.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece imagines #one piece alphabet #fluff alphabet #sanji #sanji x y/n #sanji x reader #black leg sanji #straw hat pirates

[mirzamsaiph]

IT’S ME, I’M ALIVE, UR GIRL IS BACK FR FR. 

Okay, calming down now. Hi, how are you doing? I hope you’ve been good. I AM SO SORRY I haven’t commented on your new chapter releases, I’ve been having a rough time, year 12 is hard man, and I still have like two more terms of school after this one, and then university. I promise you I have read every chapter you’ve dropped, even if I haven’t commented. I’ve been lamenting for days on whether or not to send you an ask bcs like, ur my fav and ya know, it’s only fair I do bcs I follow you anyway lol but I also have no idea what to say, ur making me shy, damn. I’ve just been lurking in your Tumblr feed, liking all ur posts like a gremlin bcs sending an ask is too scary, (forgive me, for I am a coward). How long has it been since I last commented, I don’t even know 🙁.

I’m writing this as a draft in Google Docs in the middle of my maths double, who writes a draft for an ask? Me, I write drafts for asks apparently, yikes man. The maths part doesn't matter, I do not care for it.

I still love every single one of your chapters, ESPECIALLY THE READING THE BOOK ONES!! LIKE HELLO?!?!? POSEIDON FOR BEST FATHER!?!?! Sobbing, screaming, crying after reading that, I love the sea fam. Percy is so bbg too, like hold him in my hands and give him lil forehead kisses kinda bbg, so precious. AND just the campers, they're so cute, I love when Camp Half-Blood actually comes across as a family, or like an actual camp, the singing around the camp-fire is so wholesome, and Will being Percy's hype-man, like c'mon man, they're just best buddies, I love that for them.

It is deeply important to me that you understand just how much I love your fics, and just like ur content in general. When I get bored I always check my emails for updates or I go on ur Tumblr and just scroll, like I love u pookie, fr.

I’m just gonna send this as is, I’m psyching myself out over this hahah. I’ll try and get around to commenting on chapters again, especially one’s I’ve missed, and if I have time I might just start sending them via Tumblr. I need like somewhere to list everything I wanna talk abt in the comments.

Anyway, bye bye, see u soon.

Fun fact, in however long I’ve had Tumblr, this is my first ask :3

PS: I just realised I never put my name lol, it’s Smoll_Satan. This is my Tumblr account 👍.

OH MY GOD HELLO??? WELCOME BACK GIRL??? YOU HAVE BEEN MISSED TRUST 🤞🏻

I’m doing great, school is kicking my butt :( trying not fail this semester as the moment. Year 12 (which I’m taking a wild guess and saying that is junior year, in American terms) is known as the hardest and most stressful year, so no judgement here girlie!

Don’t fear girl! I’m not scary at all, I’m like the literal least intimidating person on the planet. I’m just a girl I promise. I saw you go through and like my posts and I was giggling everytime I got a notification bc that was really nice 😭

Writing in your docs is so real because I have done the EXACT same thing so many times, mostly bc I fear tumblr is gonna bug out on me ;( Also I hate math too, it irks my soul.

THANK YOU. POSEIDON IS GETTING HIS REDEMPTION ARK. TRUST ME. I was screaming writing that, i was just so surprised that I wrote that because I lovedddd it.

Will and Percy are best bro’s but Percy is ready to threaten him when he and Nico get together. Trust Percy is a protective older brother… (the singing was so sweet :(()

GIRL I LOVE YOU OH M GEE YOU’RE SO SWEET. I love seeing your comments, whilst you look for my chapters I go looking in my comments for your comment.

Don’t psych yourself out when it comes to Tumblr asks! I love them, like I find it so amazing. If you do comment trust I’ll be replying to each one, they are the source of my amusement for each chapter. (literally have cackled reading your commentary)

BYE! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

#girl your amazing #it’s the best part of posting my chapters is seeing long commenters like you #percy jackson #fanfiction #mir answers

[janaknandini-singh999]

so idk i felt like i could reach out to u for this, but like i was seeing one of ur posts about rukmini and i saw that apparently she did sati when shri krishna died, and I googled it and I found out in various places that yes, but idk that just made me really upset, like I understand the emotions but the concept itself makes me upset and i just couldn't believe that swayam devi rukmini and other wives actually did that u know, and if their lives were meant to be exemplary or teach us then what does it teach the Hindu people about sati u know and forcing it? like whenever smth like this that idk if i agree with or understand happens then I always try to trust that shri krishna intended it for a reason but here I really don't see the reason:( like surely it would have been stronger if rukmini were a pillar of comfort in the aftermath of shri krishnas death, or idk really even in srimad bhagavatam I was reading some lines about the raas lila and I just felt like, you know it showed the gopiyas and their love but on krishnas part I didnt feel like he was taking their love as seriously u know, or he seemed a little apathetic, idkkk I may be very quick to jump to conclusions about these things, and i shouldn't! but it's also why because shri krishna in my mind would also be deeply moved by these displays of love and also by the actions or happenings surrounding the people that love him, or people in general. which goes on I wanted to ask - what do you view shri krishna as? a historical figure, a mythological figure, an allegory for God/Brahman/Paramatma, someone who is emotional, someone who is perfect and does everything with a smile on his face?

and I just wish there were more stories of the divine feminine and all the female devis and their incarnations yknow? how do you feel about that? I'm sure they exist and must be lost somewhere, or I am not looking in the right place because I know things like the devi bhagavatam exist, but idk u must feel the divide between male and female gods, or is it that my perception is dependent on what I've come across growing up, or my perception of hindu society today?

for me, shri krishna was someone who existed in history, but he exists with such a fluidity that anyone who wishes to create a story of him that THEY find touching automatically becomes valid, because he is Bhagavan and so he changes with how his devotees perceive him or find love in him. which is why idk about radharani's 'existence' but I also feel her presence and I just intuitively *feel* that it doesn't matter if it is accurate or not, her identity as the divine counterpart and lover of shri krishna is so valid and touching yk

but I think my understanding of shri krishna can be very confusing to me sometimes because I am philosophical so I always question and critically look at things, so I question things like "if he is bhagavan, would he actually be like this, would he be like that" etc. I know I'm a seeker and my path must be jnana yoga and it's difficult but it's the way i find my way to bhakti. I'm a bhakt and emotionally attached now because i understand that I can never understand everything, and I naturally gravitate to being attached to shri krishna anyway despite all my questions, and I'm trying to embrace that.

sorry, I am aware I might seem arrogant or conceited questioning shri krishna bhagavan himself who is so huge and massive and I am sososoososooo tiny compared to him, as well as lakshmi devi and everyone else...there's no way I can understand everything, or even a small part of it.

it is just my own relationship with krishna i guess. or my own relationship with what I consider right and wrong.

please feel free to share your thoughts and views if you like 🙏🙏

sorry for the spam omg😭😭😭radhe radhe sakhi I appreciate you for listening so much!!!💙💙💙💙

Hey sakhi, first of all I'm glad you felt like reaching out to someone :') come heree yaar *hugs you tight and kisses your forehead and then hugs you again*

Now for the explanation - first things first I want you to know that whatever may have ensued in that yug was first of all majorly determined by patriarchy (yes, even when it came to krishna) and secondly, as a result, all of the texts were mostly manipulated to show the control of men over women. Now please keep that in mind as I continue..

Now that we have the power dynamics of gender out of our way let's get right into it: the sheer love between Krishna and his gopiyan and wives that no egoistic/materialistic mortal consumed by power and arrogance would ever be able to grasp in their entire life. It's the same reason why most people attack Radha for being worshipped with Krishna even though she was "just a lover" in their eyes. Now coming to back to it, in the simplest words, nothing existed for the wives of Krishna after he died. Their souls passed away with him - they had died anyway, it was just a matter of letting go of their bodies at this point after purging themselves through the purifying fire once and for all. Coz yes, to be very precise and blunt, all of their purposes had come to an end for this lifetime after Krishna passed away. Their purpose as Lakshmi's incarnations was to be Krishna's consort in his journey of dharma. This is something that can't be understood by most people because they start by directly comparing themselves to them. First of all, no you can't. Nobody in this yug (Kalyug) can have that sort of selfless, maddening devotion for anyone who isn't God (Kanha) Himself. So please don't equate yourself to them. It would just be wrong and simply... unjust? Also, again - it was a patriarchy so that was the picture painted for us too in the end. You wanna know something though? Radha was the only consort of Krishna who passed away before him. When she left her mortal body, she called out to Krishna to play his bansi for the last time in this lifetime for her as she peacefully passed away in his lap, listening to it and smiling. Krishna lost absolutely all hope after that. He broke down, broke his bansi in half and never played it for anyone ever again in his whole life after Radha passed on. His half soul had gone and taken along his dearest love with him. After that he just existed to complete his dharma, his purpose. His body otherwise had died. That was a kind of Sati for him, in his own heartbreakingly haunting way but nobody ever tells you that.

Coming to the portrayal, it's what the characters are moulded and shown to us that view our lens but really it should be debated when it comes to Gods because we are supposed to worship and follow their ideals. There are definitely a lot of divine goddesses in our religion. In fact, hinduism is the only religion that worships Goddess primarily as the eternal Shakti from which all beings are born (in most other religions there are just demi goddesses and gray/antihero goddesses). For example: greek mythology. That's probably again coz of the prevalant patriarchy. When Lilith (Adam's first wife) revolted against Adam for unequal power play, what did they do? Very conveniently painted her as the demoness queen aka the villain. Then ofc the stories that followed of her eating babies because she was jealous of Eve (the perfect submissive wife). Honestly how much should we even believe and how much discard? Next is Greek Mythology where the queen Goddess is Hera who is portrayed as a very angry Goddess and villainised almost every time, just because she stands up to her husband who sleeps with many others and doesn't care. She poisons other women in jealousy. What are these stories even trying to show? That what the man doing is alright and when it's a woman then it's "women are only women's enemies and they all just want to attack their poor husbands?" *cue men laughing together and mocking their wives*

It's a very gray area to touch upon and I don't wanna hurt sentiments but it's what it is. Coming back to Hindu - see, Krishna was a very tricky (and a trickster ;) part to portray. He was supposed to be mischievous but he was also supposed to be morally correct. Why else do we adore him sm? Because he resonates with us in this yug - he's cool and nice, a bsf, a father, a guide, a babygirl all in one. But look at his pov also na? That's a very difficult image to maintain, to be able to be loved and respected by all generations equally even with such a fluid identity. And since it's such a fluid identity, it was even easier to be tampered with by the brahmins who gave us the knowledge firsthand that was passed down by him. But just imagine - if even after all the (possible) manipulation of his character he still gives us the vibes of a genuine bestie, how loving would he actually be??? Like begaad kar bhi kuch nahi bigaad paaya jiska koi toh phir hum kya hi maaya hi uss kanhaiya ke saamne?

Btw another thing I wanted to point out, something that in turn is very personal to me, is my relationship with lord Ram. Can I just say that I had a sort of raging, blind hatred towards him? Ok, attack me as much as you like but let me first complete my case. Ofc as soon as I got to know that he left Sita ji because of a mere dhobi's accusation, I was furious beyond control. What was the point of even saving her if you had to do this??? What gives you the right of being called the perfect man (maryada purshottam) if you do this to the wife who devoted her entire life to you literally without any questions? How are you the best man in society when you don't even know the difference between right and wrong and get so easily swayed by other's influence and forget everything else? I was very much triggered and was one of those who saw it on the surface level and rebelled against it. Then something happened in my life which completely changed my perception. Tmi but let's just say I was Sita here (haha, so unironic) and I loved someone (let's call them Ram). We were perfect. Too perfect actually. And maybe it was something that things too beautiful are meant to end just as ravishingly because they left me. Not because of any other reason other than circumstance. It was also scarily similar to what happened to Ram when he actually left Sita. When it happened to me I grovelled and cursed and cried and cried. But despite everything, I could never blame this person. Because it wasn't their fault. They loved me when they left me but they had to do it. With a shock, I realized how much it was resonating now. I took it as a sign and this time I rampaged articles and articles on Ram Sita's relationship and finally found it out: Ram was distraught. He begged at Sita's feet that he doesn't want to leave. "No, my love. Not when I've finally been reunited with you after all this time." But Sita knew bettee. She quietly left the palace when he was sleeping at night and made her way into her beloved forest where she knew nobody would find her. It was for everyone's good. And Sita had made peace with it. They loved each other all the same. He never married again btw and something more which they don't tell you: Ram sculpted Sita's statue in his palace right next to his throne: a silent but crystal clear reminder to his people about who their rightful, true queen was and nobody could do anything about it. They were wrong, Siyaram weren't. But the tragic circumstances were unavoidable. Another legend that justifies it all is the curse of Asura Guru Shukracharya on Vishnu that he would be separated from Lakshmi in every birth (sitaram, radhakrishna).

To conclude though, I got my answer and I thanked Ram/Krishna/universe for it.

For those who attack and then those who justify sati of these women by merely looking at the surface level: tell them the tale of Sita who didn't need a man to tell her what her worth was. She didn't care whether she was in the palace or lost in the forest, though she always preferred the latter and was fortunate enough to live most of her life in it. She didn't budge when Raavan kidnapped her, didn't budge when a dhobi accused her of being impure, didn't budge when she went through everything because she knew she was right and because she was strong. To hell with those who didn't get that, she was her only validation, her only solace. Don't get the wrong idea that you can throw whatever struggle you want on a woman but be inspired that inspite of it all, she emerged victorious in her own eyes every time and then again and finally as a Goddess that everyone fell on their feet, crying and begging for forgiveness for ever doubting her.

Tell them the tale of Shakti, her beautiful roop Kaushiki who when spotted by the lake taking a bath mesmerized demons. The asura kings Shumbh Nishumbh laughed and said that such beauty could only be in their possession so they issued orders for her to marry either of them. Kaushiki simply smiled and said "I'll happily marry you. But only if you can defeat me in a battle. I'll only be of a man whose strength is equal to mine." The asura kings laughed louder "Such arrogance for the puny stature of a woman?"

The next thing they knew was duelling with Kaushiki and being killed.

Before the death blow a light emanated and that's when they realized who they had challenged. "Take me home, Mother." they were grateful to be slain by the hands of the ever kind goddess who merely smiled and granted their wish as their souls flew out their bodies.

Tell them the tale of Shakti and how only one Navratri used to celebrated (Ashwina Navratri) but then Ram was in Lanka and he had to rescue his wife. He couldn't find a way because his enemy was being protected by Shiv ji's blessings. The only one who could help him was the Goddess. But he couldn't wait for the next Navratri he didn't have time so he started a fast and worshipped Her for nine days (it later came to be known as Chaitra Navratri) She blessed him with strength and on the tenth day they celebrate Vijay Vijaydashami (Dussehra) when Ram was finally able to conquer evil.

p.s: please don't call yourself conceited and arrogant, dear sakhi. If you were then you would've just attacked his idealogy without the need to understand it. But you're questioning and that means you want to understand it. When we love someone we want to know their actions and why they did what they did which would eventually bring us closer to them. When we question, we learn. And we want to learn about things and people we love, right? :)

Well, Kanha we love like that and he would've never wanted his image to be as a dictator. Rather he'd be so happy and proud that you want to understand and get closer to him <3

I'm grateful to Kanha with all my heart that he picked me as a medium for such a beautiful sakhi soul as you 🙏✨️

#desiblr #desi aesthetic #desi #desi tag #desi culture #desi dark academia #desi girl #desi stuff #desi academia #just desi things #radhakrishna #krishna #krishnablr #gopiblr #siyaram #ram #shivashakti #mata #durga #hindublr #hindu mythology #indian culture #indian mythology #indian gods #hindu gods #hinduism

[winterwhisperz-blog]

Okay okay okay okay so so so so

I’ve never rlly does these before but I am in dire need of more Kuras content so 😇

I apologize if these are dumb, or have been done before- I consume a lot of media and also can’t remember what I have had for breakfast so I might accidentally repeat stuff I’ve seen.

ALR

HERE WE GO

Are u ready…

please sound more enthusiastic, I need you to go: YEAHHHH LES GOOO

Ahem ahem

We’ll work on it.

Kuras x Mc headcanons

Warnings: None? Unless you’re like me and swoon so easily you accidentally hit ur head on your writer’s desk. There’s a price to pay by being too dramatic you know.

KURAS WEARING HIS GLASSES WHILE READING A BOOK TO YOU.

Imagine, you’ve had a really rough day, you’re overwhelmed, exhausted, your head is pulsing with an incoming headache—

—and you walk through the door and Kuras turns to you with a small smile, opening his mouth to greet u before he takes in your condition. INSTANTLY, he gets some tea going, a hot bath, some comfy pajamas, and after all that, he sits down, golden glasses resting atop his nose, book in hand. He pats his lap and while you rest your head down while he reads to u iN THE MOST CALMING LOW VOICE. Mwah mwah, perfection. Thank you Angel husbando.

And before you completely drift off into dream land, you feel the soft, plushy feel of his lips on your forehead that shoos the headache away.

AHHHHHHHH

ALRIGHT MOVING ON

You know that lore that’s like…’if ur left(or right?) ear rings, an Angel is trying to talk to you?

That happens to u every time Kuras is desperately wanting to speak with you but he’s either too busy, or you’re too busy to chat at the moment.

And when he falls for u, it starts happening way more frequently. Like, you’re taking a sip of your coffee or tea or whatever, and suddenly your ear goes EEEEEEEEEEEEE

Dang that was funky

But then it happens again when you’re at work, when you’re talking with one of the other LI or friends, when you’re picking up dinner, WHEN YOU’RE TRYING TO FRICKIN SLEEP >:0

It gets to be such a bother that you HAHAH, actually go see Kuras about it. You walk in like, ‘Kuras, my man, can u please check up on my ear, it’s been buzzing nonstop.’

And after some questions, he starts to realize…oh dang, has he really been thinking about you that much? Dang, what a simp he has become. That’s his true monster form all along. A massive, mullet haired simp.

He does find a way to help you. Though he still thinks about u just as much.

OKAY OKAY NEXT ONE

Is it just me or does Kuras seem like a guy that constantly radiates warmth. Like his hands? Always warm like he’s been holding a hot cup of tea. His hugs??? Just like being wrapped up in a blanket right outta the dryer(drier?).

I feel like if you easily get cold, he does the thing cold handed people do and sometimes just surprises u by putting his warm palm on the back of your neck.

ALSO ALSO ALSO- if you’re strolling with him during either a cold rainstorm, or when it’s winter and snowing—you say something like- “My nose feels like it’s going to freeze and fall off ):” and you’re right, it’s gotten so cold you’ve now become Rudolph. Your cheeks are pretty red too.

NOT TO FEAR

Kuras will then gently brush your hair out of your face before planting a warm little smooch on the tip of your nose and then a BUNCH of kisses across your cheeks. Warmth blooms across your entire body and BOOM. Problem solved.

Because you’re probably also blushing now too.

He also rushes you home faster too- YOU ARENT GETTING A COLD ON HIS WATCH ):<

FOR THE LAST HEADCANON—or rather, this is just an artistic vision…

Kuras with Miku style pigtails.

OKAY WE’RE DONE

I hope you enjoyed those, and that they’ve haven’t been done already. I just love my tall Angel husband and hope he gets more content.

Anyway, I hope you have a rlly good day and drink perfectly cold water and find something that makes you happy. 😙

#touchstarved game #touchstarved x reader #touchstarved kuras #virtual novel #im a simp #anduaretoo

[frostironfudge]

107 - Bucky Barnes

Summary: based on @marveldude506 's request: "Hey, idk if ur doing requests but could u do a bucky x reader where yn wears wigs cause she has short hair and she feels insecure about but she doesent want to grow it out, anyway, yn does motocross but no one knows except bucky but yn doesn't know that he knows and she goes to tournaments and she gets injured and bucky freaks out he pulls her helmet off to see if she's hurt and he sees her short hair and yeah...."

Pairing: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Motocross!Female!Reader

Divider: @firefly-graphics || Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: insecure reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, motocross accident, minor injury, emergency room, doctors, worried bucky, protective bucky.

A.N: i dont know anything about motocross i googled it for accuracy, hope you enjoy reading! thank you for sending in this request!!

Main Masterlist || AO3

When you lay on his chest upon instinct his hand moves to caress over your head. You try not to tense up. Bucky picks up on the littlest of things. The smallest changes which he catalogues. 

Your breathing even, heartbeat steady, his hand moves over the hair. You sigh, shifting closer. A soft rumble of his laughter echoes against your chest. The images of the movie flicker across the screen. 

Part of you wonders how his fingertips would actually feel, leaving soft caresses over your scalp. Would he still like it? Even if your hair isn’t actually long? 

He’d admired it for as long as you could remember, always finding reasons to play with the hair. 

You try to not let your mood deflate. The wig was doing its job. Hiding your actual shorter length. You didn’t hate the short hair, just facing the public, facing Bucky sent your heart plummeting with what ifs and negative thoughts. 

“You alright?” Bucky whispers, taking a look around the room, to see if anything was out of order. 

You look up at him, giving him a soft smile.  

“I am.” You assure, he leans down to kiss your forehead. 

“You sure? I can go, I know you have an early event to cover.” He raises a brow. 

“Stay a while longer?” You request, brushing your fingertips over his cheek, his stubble growing out, he grins. Your thumb moves to his lips, tracing over them. 

Bucky places a kiss on your thumb. He brushes back the fringe of the wig, fingers curling over your jaw tipping your head back to kiss you deeply. 

He smiles against your lips, loving the lingering taste of your lip balm. The way your scent envelopes him. Sinking him into you. He stops his hands from moving to grab your hair, he has realised you tensed up at that, so he lets his hands wander to the back of your neck and shoulders. 

Your hands move to his hair softly tugging upon it to feel more, he moans softly between your parted lips. You do it again and he’s losing all sense of control.  

Bucky’s hands grab your waist in a swell move you’re now laying above him, you laugh when his stubble tickles you amidst his kisses to your neck. 

Bucky chuckles as well, the sound sweet. 

“I love how you make me laugh.” He speaks against your skin. Your heart soars. 

“Bucky,”

“I am serious, you just, you brighten up my days and nights.” He cups your cheek, blue eyes full of mirth. 

“I love you.” You tell him, his cheeks tinge pink. Right to the tip of his nose. You adore him. 

“I love you too, Doll.” He confesses, your own cheeks heat. 

You both never get tired of hearing those three words. The happiness Bucky finds within you, the happiness you find within him. 

“Make out some more before I go?” He requests, “Please?” he adds biting upon his bottom lip. 

“Have I ever said no?” You laugh, brushing your lips against his own. 

Bucky’s chest rumbles with another laugh. 

The taste of coffee lingers upon his tongue, both of you moulded against one another, wandering hands, kiss bitten lips.  

Bucky never wants to leave, but as he stands at your doorway. He puts on a brave smile. It had been a few months but he knew he was headover heels for you. 

One more kiss takes away your lip balm’s reapplication. 

You lean your head against your doorframe. Watching him walk backwards with a dopey grin towards the elevators. 

He stumbles over the upturned carpet, you bite back the giggle as he gives his patent glare to the fabric. 

Bucky waves at you and catches your flying kiss to him, pressing it to his chest. 

“Goofball.” You tease. 

“Yours.” He adds, beaming. 

“My goofball.” You affirm. 

The elevator doors close on his smiling face, you sigh sadly, already missing him. Shutting your door, you head to your room, retrieving the mannequin head and placing your wig upon it. 

Staring at your reflection, you run your fingers through your shorter hair. You loved how it looked, so freeing and most of all you. 

As you run your fingers you can’t help but picture Bucky’s fingers. You sigh yet again, the ache in your chest reappears. You don’t want to grow your hair out, but you know he loved the long hair look on you. 

Turning to your wardrobe cupboard you get everything prepared for the next morning. You had a motocross tournament. 

Bucky was thinking you were there to cover it for your news report. You wonder if telling him would make sense. He did enjoy riding his own motorcycle. 

You have half a mind to tell him, as his text comes in that he’s reached home. 

You catch your reflection on the blank screen of the phone. No, he’d just worry and then you’d have to be honest about your hair. 

Bucky wishes you good luck for the tournament in the morning, packing the food and blanket he brought onto his bike’s carrier. 

He wanted to surprise you and also give you the key for his apartment. He had found a park near the tournament. After you were done you both could celebrate there. 

Bucky wants to laugh, the way you failed to hide about you riding. The tournament registration documents were sprawled across your table and you tried to hide them but left the main document out. He pretended not to see it. 

He had the date saved as a reminder. He’s ecstatic to say the least. Wanting to see you in action. 

There is quite the crowd as he parks, everyone already cheering on the riders as the countdown timer begins. 

Bucky spots your best friend, Bea. 

“Hey Bea.” He greets, trying to spot you or your number through the line up. 

“Bu-bucky?” She squeaks, “How what—,”

“She left the papers out so I thought I’d surprise her.” He smiles at her, her surprise morphs into awe. 

“She’s going to be so happy.” Bea grins happily, “Her number’s 107.” 

His lips part in surprise, locating you on your bike, face obscured by the helmet and eye protection goggles. 

“Was that always her number?” He wonders. 

“She always had it, every meet by default she ends up with it so she always requested it then. Even during Motocross Juniors.” Bea explains, knowing it was Bucky’s regiment number. 

Bucky can’t help the wide grin that takes over him and his heartwarming. 

“When she met you and you told her, she was so excited to finally know why she kept getting that number.” Bea chuckles, the announcer tells them the countdown is going to begin. 

Bucky and Bear look towards the starting line, you're at the back. 

The countdown begins, the crowd erupts into a cheer, Bucky’s eyes remain on you. As you begin to overtake before the HoleShot. 

You’re almost there, Bucky cheers as you’re the first one through. Bea claps and they watch the race unfold, you fall back through the first moto. Coming in second, in the second round you begin to gain traction.��

Bucky watches the screens and the angles as they show you move through the terrain, you’re slowed across the wet mud section. 

The crowd goes silent as the first two bikes slip just after their airtime. 

The crash seems brutal, a spin occurring and they slide to the edge of the terrain. 

Bucky’s eyes move to your screen. He’s running onto the track before anything even happens, your airtime is brilliant, you feel weightless and then you spot the red flags. 

You look forward, the medical flags are there. You try to change your angle so you can slow down and move off track safely. 

The timing is misjudged, you land almost going into a wheelie, the dust kicks up and a tire moves into your way turning your bike and spinning it out. 

The force throws you off. You hear the yell of your name over the dulled chaos. Dust rises around you as you roll over the ground, finally when you stop against a raised portion of the track you wince. 

“Y/N! Y/N!” The figure looms over you, when you raise your hand to get rid of the goggles. The figure beats you to it, you blink. Your favourite shade of blue is worried. 

“Bucky?” You ask, voice muffled. 

“Doll, do you have a neck brace on?” He questions, hands moving to your helmet. 

“I, yeah, Bucky what are you—,” you’re cut off as he carefully supports your head, taking the helmet off. 

Seeing your face he sighs with relief, pressing his forehead to yours, hand running iver your hair and he pauses, you press your lips into a thin line. 

“Bucky I can explain,” you panic as he pulls himself away. 

“I’m so stupid, does it hurt anywhere else? Your legs, hands, anywhere else?” His worried gaze moves over your body. 

Your motocross clothing isn’t torn or ripped anywhere, the safety gear has mud all over it. 

“You aren’t mad about the hair?” You blurt. 

“The hair?” He looks back up and then notices the short length, even in the chaos you look so beautiful, the short hair suiting you so well. 

“Doll you look stunning.” He blurts, fingertips grazing over your scalp. You melt into his touch. 

“When did you cut it?” He wonders, couldn’t have been this morning you wouldn’t have had the time.

“I—,”

“Hi, I’m the medic, is it okay to assess you?” The woman wears a badge and her colours are the same as the medical flag. 

“Yeah.” You look at Bucky, he holds your hand through the assessment. 

Turns out you have a sprain in your ankle and your left wrist. They strap you onto the gurney to lead you to the nearest ER for an X-Ray. 

Bucky stays with you throughout, filling the forms, learning what needs to be done, asking questions. 

He even asks when you would be able to get back to riding. You smile endearingly at him. 

The doctors leave you for a moment to check on the other patients. 

You reach for Bucky’s hand, “I cut my hair way before I met you, but when we met I was trying out a wig since for wearing it short had me worried over the what ifs and you absolutely loved the longer hair so I just never you know…” you trail off. 

“Hey, I love your hair long or short. I think this hair also makes you look adorable as well as badass.” He smiles as you remember the same words he said about your longer hair as well. 

“You don’t mind it?” You ask, still not convinced. 

“Doll, you, I love you, long hair, short hair, you’d have a third head I’d still love you.” He runs his fingers through your hair. 

You breath relieved, “Wait, how did you know about the tournament?” you still lean into his hand. 

Bucky smiles sheepish, “Well you left the pamphlet out, and I saw that you had signed up, wanted to surprise you. Have a whole picnic basket ready.” 

“I’m so sorry.” You give his hand a squeeze. 

“Doll, you have nothing to apologise about, do you know how amazing it is? Seeing you in your element? We can always reschedule the picnic and I wanted to give you this,” he fishes around his pocket retrieving a key on a motorbike keychain. 

You laugh, “Bucky you really want us exchanging keys?” 

“If it were up to me you’d move in.” His tone is serious, you see he’s written 107 on the bike with a blue sharpie. 

“I always wondered why I kept getting 107 on every tournament or participation, even my BMX bike had 107 on it. When I met you and you told me your regiment was 107th, it felt like everything clicked into place.” Your voice gets heavy with emotion, Bucky kisses your forehead. 

“Hi Ms. Y/L/N your discharge papers are ready. You can change into your clothes, if you need a vehicle we have a rideshare app pick up area.” The nurse informs the two of you. 

“I have my bike, is it okay if I take her home on it?” Bucky questions, Bea was taking your bike back into the rental pick up. 

“You can but make sure to immediately elevate your leg once you get home.” She smiles and then moves out. 

“Need help changing?” Bucky smirks, then winks. You giggle, shaking your head. 

“Maybe at home.” You tease. 

Bucky laughs, running his hand through your hair once again, placing a kiss to the top of your head. 

-x-

permanent Bucky tags: @slutforsexyseabass

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[tigerlilla]

nurse nanami

a nanami x reader fic

summary: nanami takes care of you while ur sick, gender neutral reader :)

thank u for reading <3

———

you open your eyes slowly, awakened by the sound of his soft voice. you glance up at his face, careful not to shift too much and let him know you’re awake.

“hello, this is kento nanami. i’m-“ he stops. he looks ethereal in the morning, the sun on his tousled blonde hair.

you notice his phone pressed against his face. you’re slightly jealous that it gets to touch his gorgeous cheekbones before you.

“yes, i am their boyfriend,” nanami continues to rub comforting circles into your back, lightly making patterns. “they’ve been running a fever with all the typical symptoms of the flu,” he pauses again, listening to the voice on the other end of the line. “ah, i see. thank you. i’ll keep you updated.” nanami places his phone down on the nightstand.

you lift your head up, your eyes meeting his. his round glasses have slid down to the end of his nose, you push them back up on his face with your finger.

“sorry, did i wake you?” he asks, a small frown on his face.

“no,” you lie, your voice coming out cracked and raw.

he hands you a glass of water from his side of the bed.

you take it from him, slowly sipping on the stale water.

“go back to sleep,” nanami says, his voice soft and comforting, completely different than his cold demeanor with everyone else.

you shake your head, sitting all the way up, “i have to go to work. i have to finish the project. it’s due today-“

he stops you with a cold hand on your shoulder. “i already talked to the office secretary. she said the flu has been going around your building and it’s best that you take the day off.”

you sigh loudly, rubbing your sleepy eyes.

“lay back down,” nanami commands.

you give in, laying down against his cool chest. it feels so nice against your warm face.

he lets you fall asleep against him, placing a sweet kiss on the top of your head. nanami isn’t grossed out by you drooling on him, he actually finds it quite adorable. he wipes your nose when you sniffle, unfazed by the ungodly amount of snot leaking out of your nose. nanami is careful to gently prop you up against his upright body when your chest begins to wheeze. he lets you shift against him; lets you hug his arm or curl up against his side. nanami pulls the blankets over your shoulders when you shiver, pushing them off when you begin to sweat.

you drift in and out of consciousness, only fully waking up in the afternoon.

“mm, good morning,” nanami murmurs, the corners of his mouth turning up ever-so-slightly. he places his hand against your forehead, “you’re hot.”

you prop your chin up on his chest, giving him your best doe-eyed look, “but kento,” you whine, “aren’t i always hot?”

he narrows his eyes, “oh please, don’t start acting like gojo.”

you laugh, your laughter quickly turning into a coughing fit.

he rubs your back, holding a tissue to your mouth as you cough up mucus. “sorry, doll.”

you lean against him, continuing to breathe heavily.

nanami hands you some pills and a glass of water, prompting you to take them.

you grudgingly agree, quickly swallowing the green capsules.

“good job, sweetheart, i know you don’t like them,” he goes back to rubbing patterns on your back.

“i’m hungry,” you say softly into the comforting fabric of his tshirt.

“noodles?” nanami asks, sweetly rubbing sweaty hair out of your face.

you nod weakly.

he swings his leg over the side of the bed, going to stand up.

you grab his wrist, his skin cool against your burning touch.

he understands immediately, walking over to your side of the bed and scooping you up in his arms. he carries you bridal style, taking you with him to the other room. nanami smells like toothpaste and laundry detergent and freshly printed newspaper. but right now, you can’t smell anything at all. nanami lays you down on the living room couch, noticing the pout on your face.

“i can’t smell anything,” you explain. “i miss your smell.”

“i can smell you,” nanami chuckles, ignoring your look of betrayal.

“kento,” you whine, “you can’t pick on me when i’m sick. how come you only act like this to me?”

“because you’re the only one i like to tease, sweetheart,” nanami kisses your temple before heading into the kitchen.

you watch nanami move around the open kitchen. he would make the perfect husband, you sigh. he looks so good in his tight university tee and boxers. his tits would make anyone envious. you wish you weren’t sick. you would love to-

“did you hear me?” nanami asks, his eyes locked on to you.

“sorry,” your eyes flicker up from his chest, “what did you say?”

“i asked if you’re warm, your face is red,” nanami repeats.

“oh, no, i’m fine,” you hide behind the back of the couch, slightly embarrassed by your midday fantasies.

“hmm,” nanami says with a slight smirk, bringing a bowl of noodles over to you.

“thank you,” you blush, taking the bowl from him. “thank you for taking today off to take care of me.”

“it’s my pleasure, doll,” he replies, sitting down next to you. “besides, when was the last time we had a day off together?”

“too bad i have the flu,” you pout. you slurp down your noodles, the warm broth feeling wonderful on your sore throat.

“that good, huh?” nanami asks, grinning down at you.

“delicious, babe,” you reply, happily smiling at him. “try some,” you hold out the bowl before pulling it back. “actually, you probably shouldn’t eat after me. i don’t want to make you sick.”

“i have a strong immune system. me getting sick isn’t a problem.”

you tilt your head, “we’ve been together for three years and you’ve never been sick. not even a cold or anything.” you scoff, “god really played favorites with you; handsome, smart, immune to sickness, big d-“

nanami interrupts you, knowing how you were going to finish that sentence, “eat your food before it gets cold.”

“yes, sir,” you giggle, slurping down your noodles. you stand up from the couch, immediately feeling dizzy.

nanami’s beside you in an instant, his hand on your back.

you lean against his side, “sorry.”

“don’t apologize,” he murmurs. “do you want to walk?”

you nod, hesitantly stepping forward.

nanami keeps his arm around you, holding you steady. he helps you walk to the bedroom. “good job, baby.”

“now, i’m tired,” you plop down on your side of the bed.

“you could take a nap,” nanami sits down beside you, scooting over so you can rest against his side.

“i hate being sick,” you groan.

“i know,” he frowns, rubbing the side of your face with his thumb. “i think the docu-series about the zodiac killer you wanted to watch is out.”

your eyes light up, “you’re right. do you want to watch it with me?”

nanami smiles at your reaction, “of course, doll.”

you giggle excitedly, tucking your chin against his chest, “you’re the best, kento.”

he smiles, tracing words onto your back. he swallows loudly, ignoring the tickle in the back of his throat.

“i’m so glad you remembered this series. i can’t believe that i forgot ab-“

nanami sneezes, jolting you off his chest.

you prop yourself up on your arm, your eyes meeting his, “oh no, i got my nurse sick,” your frown. “i guess i’ll be taking care of you tomorrow, nurse nanami.”

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[luveline]

could you possibly do a fic or blurb or something where the reader isn't super smart and feels like remus deserves someone who is smarter and can keep up with him more? thank you <3

tysm for ur request <3

Remus loves to read to you. You love to listen, but sometimes he reads out a passage of poetry or verse or philosophy that he finds fascinating and you're left staring at him like he's from another planet because you don't really understand what he meant. 

You'd never been much for academia, never got the best grades, didn't strive for top marks or to be top of the class. Remus has never, ever given any indication that he cares about this and most of the time you yourself don't care, aren't bothered by your underperforming. You're not book smart and it doesn't matter. 

But sometimes. Sometimes, you feel stupid. You feel like an idiot. Remus has just read you a passage from his novel about the concept of an echo, how it comes from two places, the mythological and the physical. 

You don't really get it. An echo is an echo. 

You smile wide, say, "Oh, wow. Do you agree with that?" And listen to him chatter about how he thinks 

it's true and not true, listen as he brings up the entomological definition of an echo, echolocation, bats. It goes over your head swiftly and you stare at him, because how can he know all this? Where does he put all this knowledge? You feel empty in comparison. 

He's hot when he talks. You love how intelligent he is. Only, it makes you wonder and worry if your own lack of input makes you the opposite. You feel suddenly and intangibly ugly for knowing less. Remus is everything to you. He needs someone who can talk to him. Someone to keep him on his toes, and in that moment it doesn't feel like it's you. 

"Hey, what's up? Am I being boring?" he asks, dropping his book with a small smile. He stands from the armchair and walks to your side, tilting your head up to face him. He strokes your face delicately. "Sorry," he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead, "It's all toff, I know." 

"No, of course it isn't. It's great." 

He chuckles. "You don't have to lie. I know it's all jargon. Sometimes philosophy turns into a big jerk circle of feeling intelligent without actually saying anything worth saying." 

He smirks as he says it, rubbing his thumb into your cheek, small circles. You laugh loudly at his definition. 

"Jerk circle?" you ask. 

He goes white. "You know, when-" 

"I know what it means." 

His laughter is sheepish and relieved at once. He drops his head to yours and kisses your cheek. "Good. I didn’t want to explain." 

You should carry on the joke. It's a cheap one, you could say tens of funny things. 

Remus takes notice of your quiet and kisses your cheek again before standing at full height. 

"Sorry for defiling your ears, dove. With the circle and the philosophy." 

"Don't be sorry. I'm sorry." 

"For what?" he asks, practically offhanded, distracted by doting. 

He's touching your hair, your ears, your neck, smoothing over your skin in big sweeping gestures.

"For being stupid." 

He gasps loudly, your face cradled between his big palms. "And who said anything about that?" he asks, a teasing tone to his words. He squeezes your cheeks. 

"Nobody, just. I know it must be irritating. That I can't say anything smart." 

"You say smart things all the time," he says, a little more seriously. Your chin grazes his t-shirt as he stands closer, neck craned to look as he looks down. "And you never irritate me. So put that out of your head." 

"Are you sure?" you ask quietly. 

"Yes," he says through a laugh, copying your pout, "Yes, of course I am. You're not stupid, dove. And I don't expect you to know everything about niche wank like that, it's just something I've been reading." 

"Gonna wash your mouth out with soup," you mutter, closing your eyes to hide from your own vulnerability. 

His thumb brushes against your closed lashes. "Try it, sweet girl. We'll have really clean kisses for a while." 

You peel your eyes open and jut your chin until he gives you a kiss. This one is normal amounts of clean, charged with relief. Remus' reassurance is invaluable, his soft touch doubly so as he rubs his hands down your neck gently. 

"Sorry for being weird," you say when you're done. 

Remus sounds only partially breathless as he plants a quick kiss on your jaw. "Not weird. Don't be sorry. I love you, okay?"

"I love you too." 

"That's the only thing stupid about you," Remus says smugly. 

You pinch his arms until he takes it back.

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[artistic-intrxvert]

Hihi! I've read some of your work and I love it! I was wondering if I could request a Hanako x sick! Reader who is forced to go to school by maybe a parent or guardian haha if requests are closed/ ur busy/ u don't want to write haha ignore this and I hope you have a fantastic day/night/life hehe

Hello there!! Requests are open and you are actually my first request!! I am so happy that you like my work!! I enjoyed writing this for you and I didn’t know if you wanted headcanons or a oneshot so I did some headcanons with a very petite oneshot at the end! I hope you don’t mind! I was super excited to write this for you if you couldn’t tell ^^ I hope you like it and hope you have a fantastic day/night/life to you too, anon! Make sure your drinking water! <3

Prompt : Hanako with a sick!S/O who is forced to go to school by a parent/guardian (i chose to have parents if that is alright with you)

Warnings : None! Just some fluff/comfort from our adorable toilet ghost <3

Proofread? : Yes, but I could have still made some mistakes so sorry if I did!

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He would notice immediately that you were not feeling well. I feel like he is really good at reading people and their emotions and or feelings..

Once he has confirmed that you are infact sick, he would be so concerned! His poor S/O has to sit through approximately 8ish hours feeling absolutely miserable? Oh no, that will not do

He would ask if you wanted to go to the nurse constantly and apologize if you get annoyed by him asking to many times

He’s just so worried about you!

He will get you anything you need! Need tissues? Boom. You have your own little box of tissues. He doesn’t tell you where he got them though. (he stole them from a teachers room) Need water? Poof. Now you have a water bottle.

Need a hug or cuddles? Guess what? Now you are being held like you could disappear at any moment

He can and will ask Yashiro to clean for you so that you can just relax in his arms and if you don’t want affection then that’s okay too! He will sit by you and make sure comfortable

Now if you are in class, he will ask if you are okay, if you need to go to the nurse, blah blah blah

If you say you do want to go to the nurse, he will walk you down there and stay there the whole time until you are either sent back to class or picked up from school

If you say that you don’t want to go the nurse, that’s okay too. He will sit there and help try and make you feel better by telling jokes, a few pick up lines here and there..just making sure you are comfortable and distracted from your sickness <3

All in all, this man would be so concerned about you and just wants you to feel better!!

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You sat on the floor of the bathroom with Hanako’s arms around you. Hanako has his face nuzzled into your neck and every once in a while would ask, “Are you okay?” or “Is this comfortable?” It was all quiet until Yashiro said, “Can I go home now? I have wiped the mirrors at least 3 times now..” Hanako looked at her, hesitated, and said, “Nope! Not clean yet!” before nuzzling his face back into your neck.

He kisses your neck before saying, “The bell is about to ring..go home and feel better, please..it pains me to see you like this..” you nodded right as the bell rang. Before you could get up, Hanako kissed your forehead and sent you on your way. Poor Yashiro..she was still wiping the mirrors..you will have to help her with that when you feel better..

You still didn’t feel good, but at least you got some affection from your ghostly boyfriend! Now to explain to your parents why you were caught with a teachers missing tissue box..

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Thank you for requesting!! I hope you like it! If you want a full-length oneshot, please let me know and I will write that for you!! Have a good day/night and remember to drink your water!! <3

-artistic-intrxvert

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[seemsablur]

i neeed to know ur favorite lesbian vampire novels. i need recs because there are few and like i need to expand my base from something other than carmilla and the confines of my imagination. i need lesbian romantic vampirism.

i am quite literally reaching through time and space to kiss your forehead for asking this question and allowing me to talk about my favorite things. prepare to get so much more than you asked for because i have no self control.

Lesbian Vampire Fiction

(other than Carmilla, which is so so dear to my heart and I return to it every single October)

A Long Time Dead by Samara Breger: Based in 19th century England; deliciously gothic, moody, and thrilling without being too highbrow or pretentious. The book also doesn’t waste much time on context, the book opens to our delightfully blunt and funny sunshine MC being cared for by a mysterious brooding vampire (also gets smutty by page 10 if you’re into that ✨) if you want entertainment without particularly demanding prose, found family, and the most entrancing sapphic love story i literally can’t recommend this enough.

La Petit Mort by Olivie Blake: Steeped in New Orleans romance and intrigue, MC is bequeathed a house that comes with bizarre terms and conditions attached. TECHNICALLY the MC is not a lesbian and there is a temporary male love interest, but the emotionally unavailable bloodthirsty vampire antagonist is so magnetic I barely even noticed him to be honest (for best experience, use any maladaptive daydreaming tendencies to make him into a butch as you read). I adore Olivie Blake’s writing style, very blunt and easy to put down in a single sitting. I inhaled this book

these are all the ones I have actually read and enjoyed, but my TBR is a mile long so if you’d like more please send me a message and i’m happy to send those over as well x

Honorable Mentions for other Vampire Lit

Woman, Eating by Claire Kohda: Young intersectional vampire trying to fit into society despite her bloodlust. heartwrenching depiction of the alienation and anxiety of being a girl in your twenties that is only magnified by the supernatural lens

The Vampyre by John Polidori / Dracula by Bram Stoker: cornerstones of the genre, required reading blah blah blah

Honorable Mentions for other Lesbian Lit

Our Wives Under the Sea by Julia Armfield: Just finished this and it absolutely destroyed me. Surreal body-horror about a woman’s wife going off on a research trip and coming back wrong. the portrayal of how love persists against all reason and logic was so devastating

This is How You Lose the Time War by Max Gladstone: dystopian time traveling sci-fi centering around two queer MCs on opposing sides of a war and also basic ideology. FASCINATING and short read that was made indescribable by the representation. i finished this book and then immediately started it again from the beginning.

Final Honorable Mention: A Certain Hunger by Chelsea Summers. not queer nor vampiric but romantic cannibalism done so well it had to be included. if you want “i support women’s wrongs” and to be inserted into the mind of a brilliant, vicious, sociopathic female misandrist you need to read this.

There’s a million others that fall into these categories but for the sake of keeping this -relatively- succinct i will stop there. thank you for such a lovely ask, this made my heart sing <3

#books #sapphic #gore #this was so fun #ask

[tonberry-yoda]

Ahem, hello there beauty! I hope ur having an AAAA+ day.

Can I request scenarios / hcs/ fic or whatever you want for Bakusquad bois( if they are too much for you then Kiri and Hanta are enough!) with an affectionate female s/o who uses random and strange nicknames like ( bibu, ki ku ki and nunu ) Ik Ik you’d think they don’t make sense or v ugly but they just come out spontaneously and I can’t help it lmao

Hello!!! Of course I will take this adorable request! I am such a big fan and took my own little spin on it, so I really hope you enjoy! And I did include all of them because how could I not? Thank you so much for requesting, lovely human being!! <3

Cutesy Nicknames - Eijiro Kirishima, Katsuki Bakugou, Hanta Sero, and Denki Kaminari

Pairing - Eijiro Kirishima x f!reader, Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader, Hanta Sero x f!reader, and Denki Kaminari x f!reader

Warnings - none!

Notes - thank you again for the request, sweet anon! i hope you are having a wonderful day as well!!

I just want to thank everyone as well who follows my account or just reads any of my fics, it means a lot! have a great day everyone! i really hope you enjoy!

And don’t forget, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! So if you want to request any writing, please don’t hesitate to ask, but please read my pinned post before requesting! Please enjoy!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated! <3

Eijiro Kirishima

"Oh my gosh, they have a new documentary about Crimson Riot!" She grabbed Kirishima's arm, pulling him over to her laptop. "They do?" "Yeah! We should totally watch it tonight, Kiki!" Kirishima turned to her with a confused expression on his face. "Kiki?" She blushed. "S-Sorry! Did I say that outloud? Oh god." "I... I actually really like it!" "Y-You do?" Both of them were blushing at this point, a bright tomato red. "Yeah! Sounds manly, dontcha think, babe?" "Yeah!" She giggled. Of course it wasn't manly, but it gave her an excuse to call him stupid nicknames more often. "So... are we still gonna watch that documentary?" Kirishima twiddled his thumbs, his face still as red as his hair. "Of course we are, Kiki." She placed a small kiss on his cheek. Little did he know, she had many more nicknames up her sleeve.

Katsuki Bakugou

"Bakubaby, you did it!!!!" She ran up to Bakugou, throwing herself in his arms. Little did she know, Bakugou was standing in complete shock, completely baffled by what she just called him. "I'm so proud of you, Katsuki!! Even if All Might punched the guts right out of you." She giggled and pulled away from Bakugou, placing a kiss on a small bruise on his cheek. It felt unfair to have teachers against students, but at least him and Deku won. That's all she could think. "What the hell did you just call me?" She thought back, tilting her head. "Huh? I just called you Katsuki, do you not-" "No, before that." Her face went bright red. She had so much adrenaline that she called him a stupid nickname. "I..." Katsuki blushed, turning his face away from her. "J-Just don't call me it again, okay, stupid?" He ruffled her hair and walked off, grabbing her hand for her to follow him. What she didn't see though was the slight smile on his face.

Hanta Sero

She put another bandaid on Sero's arm. He was always getting injured and she was the only one in class 1-A who ever had the supplies to do anything about it. She never minded though, especially since Sero was her boyfriend. "Does that feel a little better, boo-boo?" She cupped his cheek, rubbing her thumb onto his cheek, which would've been romantic if he didn't burst out laughing. She crossed her arms, looking at Sero, who ended up on the floor, nearly in tears. "What's so funny?" "Did you just call me... boo-boo?!" He cracked himself up again and she turned away. "Yes! Do you have a problem with it?" To be honest, she didn't mean to say it, but she couldn't help herself. "No, no," Sero sat up, wiping a tear. "I actually like it. I just wasn't expecting it. Call me stupid stuff like that more often, okay? And uh... thanks for healing me up." He gave her a kiss on the forehead and walked out of the room, leaving her a blushing, smiling mess.

Denki Kaminari

"I don't know... that sounds a little boring." She tilted her head at her computer screen, still thinking of a date idea for her and Kaminari. "Boring?!" Kaminari threw his hands in the air, slumping down on a beanbag. "How does going rollerskating in a park sound boring?!" "I don't know. I would rather do something crazy like skydiving or roller coaster riding. I dunno." "I mean... there's a summer festival coming up if you wanna do that!" "Oh, that sounds like fun! I guess you can be good at planning, huh, Calamari!" She ran up to him and gave him a big kiss on the cheek, then getting up to write down their date on her calendar. He giggled, his face going red. "Wait... Calamari? Like the squid?" She turned around getting flustered all of a sudden. "O-Oh... uh... yeah, I... uh-" "No, I like it." Denki walked up to her and hugged her by her waist. "You're cute when you get flustered, you know that?"

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[oyesmendes]

love is just a word - 7

a/n: holy shit. i actually managed to get this out... not proofread at all please dont come at me, i’ll edit later HAAHHA now i need to get some sleep or im going to die at work... as usual - love and comments are much appreciated. oh and, remember to reblog!

read all other parts here!

Monte Carlo, Monaco 

“Ma belle! Oh how I missed you” Pierre hugged you as he walked through the doors, nuzzling his face into your neck. He was intoxicated, you could tell, the blush on his cheeks and alcohol breath were the telling signs. 

“Are you drunk?” You pulled away and he frowns, “I just had a few, it was Nadri’s early birthday celebration on the plane.” 

“So you’re drunk.” You muttered, silently cursing that this was ruining your time to confess to him. 

"I'm nottttt." Pierre slurred, intertwining ur hand with his. He kissed you on the forehead softly, patting your shoulders before stumbling over his own feet and into the bedroom. He immediately crashed into the fresh sheets, soft snores escaping him moments later. You shook your head at the sight, pulling off his clothing and tucking him into bed. This will have to wait till tomorrow. 

The whole night, your guilt ate you up inside. Countless of times you contemplated waking Pierre up, but whenever you laid eyes on him sleeping peacefully, you retract your hand. You couldn't catch a single hour of proper sleep, constantly waking up when a dream (or nightmare) of either Carlos or Pierre flashed across your brain. 

Until the next morning, when you couldn't even wait for the coffee to brew before the words started falling out of your mouth.

That's how you got here. 

"So you're telling me, you kissed him in my house? You cheated on me, in my home?" his voice is low, head buried in his hands. You move closer towards him to touch his arm but he shifts back. That stung worse than acid on your skin. 

"Yes, Pierre. Look- I know it sounds and looks bad but I-" 

"I trusted you, chérie." He took a breath. The nickname burned a scar on his tongue. He felt hurt and anger, but most of all, he felt betrayed. 

"I know you did, and I'm sorry I broke your trust. But I chose you, mi amor." You said defeatedly. 

Pierre raises his head, his voice booming through the room. 

"And that's supposed to make me feel better? That you chose me after you realised his lips don't make you feel the way that I do? What do you think this is, Y/N - a fucking tasting platter?!" 

You raised your brows at his words, a sudden agitation washing over you. A mixture of emotions and the lack of sleep from the past few days. 

"No of course not! I admit, this is partially my fault. That I had unresolved issues with Carlos, that I never considered him and his presence after all these years. But you can't put this all on me, Pierre. I chose you because I love you, more than anything else in the world." you kneel down so your eyes meet his, your hand cupping his cheeks, 

"I'm sorry for what happened, and I would do anything to take it back; but I am here now. I fought for us, and we won. I'm telling you that I want to be with you, I chose us." 

"Big fuckin deal," Pierre spat, his eyes turning dark, "you think you were selfless by choosing us after you placed your lips onto him? You must be joking, Y/N." 

You retract your hand and kept quiet, allowing Pierre to vent his anger. You deserved it anyway. 

"I should've have known what I was getting into with you. I saw the way he looked at you.” He lets out a sad laughter, "I should've never let it get this serious. My family love you, my friends adore you-" 

"But do you love me?" You look at him in the eyes - now dark, a shade you’ve never seen on him before. He doesn’t know where the venom he’s spitting is coming from, and he knows he should hold himself back. Don’t say things while you’re angry, you’ll regret it. His mother always repeats. But in the moment, his mind is emptied from any logical thinking. So he speaks, and the words hit you like a bullet. 

"Not enough to forgive you for what you did."

This was it. You saw it coming, though half of you foolishly hoped for him to forgive you. You get up and got around to get your luggage, pulling open the wardrobe, and grabbing arms full of your clothes to shove them into the bag. You hear the front door open then shut. Pierre didn't stay, and neither did he want you to stay. 

Guess leaving was the better choice after all. 

-

You're standing at the airport, waiting for staff to check on the next available flight out. Your phone had been going off non-stop, Daniel texting you over and over again to get you to come back. Finally, the counter staff looks up at you after an excruciating ten minutes, "we have a flight in about two hours to Madrid." 

"Perfect." You tell her. She hands you your passport and boarding pass, and you make your way through the airport. Your phone rings- it's Daniel. You decide to pick up before your phone blows up from his messages. 

"You can't just leave like this, Y/N." He says immediately once the call goes through. You're in Starbucks, pulling a sandwich from the shelf and heading to the counter. 

"You're the only one that wants me around, Danny."

"That's not true!" He shouts, and you pull the phone away from your ear. 

"Soy latte please." You tell the barista, ignoring whatever Daniel was saying on the other end of the line. After paying, you press the phone to your ear again. 

"Did you tell Carlos you were leaving?" 

You mutter a soft 'no'. 

"He would want you to stay, you know that."

"He wouldn't Danny, we've been through this. I'm not putting myself through any of that anymore." You heard Daniel sigh. 

"Will you be coming to the race?" He asks, still hopeful that you'd work something out. You let out a sad chuckle. 

"Why would I?" This would be the first race you were away from Pierre this year. 

"Because you want to support your favourite McLaren driver." You can hear the soft smile on Daniel's face, an attempt to get you to laugh. The barista calls out your name, and you're thanking them for the drink before walking to your gate. 

"Oh you mean Lando? I'll think about it." You quip back, taking a sip of your drink. You wanted to make a joke, wanted to tell Daniel you were okay, wanted to convince yourself you were going to be okay. Daniel pretends not to notice. 

"Shut up, I'm your favourite driver. But seriously Y/N, I would love to see you at the race.” 

You shake your head, thankful he couldn't see you the distraught look on your face now. 

"I gotta go, Danny Ric, I'll see you when I see you." 

-

Madrid, Spain

This was the town you grew up in. The street you ran through countless of times, playing catch on the front garden, walking from one house to the other for dinner. The iconic cream coloured house and blue door belonging to your family; less than two blocks away from the Sainz family home. 

You knock on the door lightly, and take a step back. It was almost dinner time, and you could smell the aroma from your mother's cooking. You hear the ruckus in the house, knowing your mother was grumbling at your father for not getting the door, and Matteo was shouting something from upstairs. The bright blue door swings open, and your mother is surprised and shocked all at the same time. Then she sees the look on your face and she knows exactly why you're here. 

"Mija..." Her brows are knitted together. She can feel your pain with just one glance. Your bag drops to the floor. 

You crash into your mother's arms immediately. 

Your father and Matteo come to the door immediately once they hear that you're home. They take your bags, settling you down into your childhood bedroom - just as you left it, the walls dusted pink, countless of trophies, helmets, lining every inch of your room. The simulator you built with Matteo still sitting in the corner of the room. It was like a piece of your life still frozen in time, always welcoming you with open arms. You run your fingers along the fresh sheets your mother had just put on two days ago. She changed them regularly, even after you left home. 

"Dinner will be ready in ten." She tells you, squeezing your shoulders to get your attention.

"Oh and, Reyes and Carlos Sr will be here as well. Sunday traditions." Right, of course. The tradition that had been going on forever. You take in a sharp breath and nod. 

At least you know that Carlos won't be there. 

You go downstairs in exactly ten minutes like you’re told. The Sainz family arrived at the same time, and the front door swings open, the family filing in one by one. You can hear them from the kitchen, chattering and greeting one another. You're setting up the dinner table just like your mother told you before heading out to greet them as well. But you hear a voice that makes your skin crawl.

"Castaña?" What the fuck was Carlos doing here? The utensils you were holding drops to the ground, causing a loud clanging sound which makes your family run into the room. You quickly pick them up, Carlos scrambling to help you as well while your mother is nagging at the both of you for being clumsy. Then his hand brushes past yours as you pick a fork up, and you're dropping it onto the ground again. He stops moving, both your heads too close to one another, then you see it - that necklace, that god forsaken pendant, swinging in front of your eyes. It felt like a taunt, as if the inanimate object was making fun of you. 

"Fuck it." You mutter, exiting the room to the backyard. The cool evening breeze blows and you shudder, the temperature dropping outside a comfortable range. Tears are streaming down your face, and soon enough you're sobbing, shoulders shaking not only from the cold. 

"Castaña..." You hear again, this time, your head doesn't turn. You're sitting on the lounge chairs, hands pressed to your face. You feel a blanket being placed on your shoulders. 

Carlos sits across you, dipping his head so he could see your face. He grips your wrist gently, but you push him away, wiping the tears using the back of your hand. You're well aware of the audience standing discreetly behind the doors, staring at the pair of you. 

Finally, you look up at him, your voice laced with hurt, "you broke us."

His hand reaches out, then he hesitates and pulls back. 

"I know, I'm sorry." 

"Are you really? Are you really sorry for ruining my relationship?" Carlos furrows his brows, "what are you talking about, cas-" 

"No! No more castaña! You broke us, Carlos. Me and you, then me and Pierre. You ruined everything good that I had in my life. EVERYTHING!" You shot up from your seat, the blanket flying to the ground. 

"Castaña!" He grabs your arm, pulling you towards him. You're trying to squirm out of his grasp, hitting his arms with all your might. 

"Fucking let go of me cabrón!" 

"Not until you tell me everything." Was he really playing dumb right now?

"Tell you everything? Like what Carlos? You want me to stand here and declare to the whole fucking world that I cheated on my boyfriend with you? That the guilt ate me up inside, that I told Pierre and he told me he didn't love me enough to forgive me? Is that what you want to hear, Carlos- IS IT?!" You raise your hand, so close to slapping him in the face when you hear your father shouting your name. 

You storm your way back into the house and into your room. Opening the closet, you shove the clothes you had just unpacked moments ago into your luggage. Tears are dripping from your chin, sobs choking you with each breath. 

It seems as if life has its ways of playing tricks on you. Three years later and you're here packing again, getting ready to run from the same person. There's a knock on your door, but you don't answer until it slides open slowly. You're zipping up the luggage when your mother walks in. 

"What are you doing, mija?" There’s a slight panic in her voice, just like three years ago. 

"I'm going to New York." 

"Again?" You don't reply her, continuing to gather your stuff in your bag. 

"Y/N," She places her hand on top of yours, "whatever happened between you and carlitos, can't it be forgiven?" 

You shake your head, zipping up the backpack. 

"I kissed him mama," her expression drops. She didn’t hear the entire ordeal with Carlos, only a short snippet when your father saw your hand raised and he pulled the doors open.  

"In Pierre's house, I was wearing his shirt; Then Carlos showed up and I- I kissed him." You sigh, everytime you say it out loud, your disappointment in yourself grew. Your mother strokes your cheek, drying off the stray tears that had fallen. For the first time, she didn't have the words to comfort you. 

"I need to go." You whisper under your breath. If this house couldn't give you the protection it did all your life, you have to go the one place you could escape to. 

Monte Carlo, Monaco

Pierre is stumbling through the streets of Monaco like a lost puppy. His muscle memory brought him through the roads and up the building he was all too familiar with. He doesn’t knock on the door when he arrives at his destination, only opening the shoe cabinet and lifting up a pair of black nike Jordans to take the dull silver key. Turning the lock and pushing the door open, he’s met with a string of French curse words, and his best friend Charles. 

“What the fuck? Mate, you look like shit.” Pierre pushes past him, plopping himself onto the sofa. 

“She kissed him. You were right, she always belonged to him.” Charles frowned at his best friend, pulling out two waters to replace the alcohol that they would much rather be having right now. He hands one to Pierre, who holds it tightly in his hands. 

“What happened?” 

“He- he came over, kissed her, she kissed back.” Pierre repeats to Charles. 

“That’s it? What else did she say?” 

“She chose me.” 

“Huh?” Charles was shaking his head, trying to make sure he was hearing him right. 

“She chose me!” Pierre exclaimed. “After she tasted his lips, she chose me. Does she think this is a fucking game show? Choosing who she wants to be with by testing out their lips?”

“Pierre…” He finally looks up, their eyes meeting. Charles can see how broken his best friend is, and for the first time, it was because of a girl. A girl he fell in love with at first sight. 

“I hate to say this mate, but you’ve done worse.” Charles states. A 

“You know I came here so you could comfort me, right?” 

“You know I have a duty to tell you the truth, right?” Pierre doesn’t answer, his eyes fixated on the piano in his best friend’s apartment. Charles walks around the coffee table, standing in front of Pierre and blocking his view. Pierre knows exactly what he was talking about. The track record that he had stuck on his back had caused so many speculations throughout their relationship. It felt as if they were just waiting for the next article to come out, the next big story about him having his arms around another girl. So many times things have blown up in front of him, but you never wavered, always trusting him with your entire heart. 

“Remember in 2014, when we saw her at the race? When you first set your eyes on her? I told you not to bother trying because I could see the way she looked at Carlos - the way it was filled with love? Mate- look at me.” Pierre forces himself to turn his entire attention to Charles. 

“She only looks at you that way now, mate. From what I’ve seen, Carlos doesn’t mean anything to her anymore. Sure, they’re childhood best friends, but Y/N no longer has that look in her eyes. In fact, I’m pretty sure I saw her scowl at him at every race.“

“But she kissed him.”

“You’ve kissed many girls at the club, how many of them were you in love with?” Pierre stays quiet again. Fuck logical best friends. 

“Right, I thought so too. My point is, forgive her, because god knows she deserves just that little bit of fight from you.” He pats his friend on the back.

“And maybe,” Charles walks back to his simulator, turning just before he walks in, “it’ll help you make up for all the sins you’ve accumulated from screwing around.” 

Pierre knows that Charles was right. So he pulls out his phone and calls the only person in the world who would know where you are.

“Hey Daniel, how are you?”

-

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[lunadei]

Hi!! I love love love reading ur MK fics!!! I was wondering if you could write a fluff fic maybe of the reader thinking she has normal bad period pains, but they're actually not normal and steven/marc has to take the reader to the hospital and he kinda comforts her? Maybe even a little part where the doctor tells her somethings is wrong but theres a treatment and marc/steven is just happy youre okay? I've been experiencing this a bit, but I'm feeling a bit better. No pressure if you don't wanna do it!!

an: Hello hello! First of all, thank you so much for your support! Receiving requests and love definitely inspires me to keep writing. Also, I am so sorry to hear this is something you have experienced - although I'm glad to hear you are feeling a bit better! I hope this drabble helps provide some comfort <3 I kept the condition purposely vague.

Pairing: Marc Spector x Fem!Reader, Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Severe period cramps, brief hospital visit, mentions of a medical condition, heart-wrenching fluff

Steven absolutely loathed seeing you like this - writhing in pain, tears clouding your vision as sobs wracked your body. Once a month you were subjected to this torment, and although Steven was hardly an expert on the female body, he was almost certain that this agony was not normal.

"Darling," he began tentatively, rubbing your back as you curled into a ball on the sofa, "maybe it's time we get you to a hospital, yeah?" Judging by the way your eyes widened, Steven could tell you wouldn't go willingly. Your stubborn nature knew no bounds, regardless of the pain you endured.

"No," you groaned, "I'm not going, Steven." Your reluctance was justified based on past experiences, during which multiple physicians had written off your symptoms as 'normal' menstrual cramps. Sure, there were better doctors out there, but you had already come to accept this as part of your feminine experience.

"Y/n, love, I'm no menstrual cycle aficionado, but surely this can't be normal," he sighed, standing up as his concerned features shifted into a determined façade. "No, that does it. I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist." Steven was sweet, a true gentleman, ever conscientious of your needs and desires. However, in your current affliction, any previously held gratitude gave way to irritation.

"I love you, Steven," you began, though your sentiment seemed to contradict the steely glare you shot him. "But, if you so much as lay a hand on me to try to get me to go, I will bite. it. off."

Steven stood with his mouth agape, momentarily stunned by your outburst. As he heard another distressed wail rip from your lips, watching as your curled further into the couch, he decided enough was enough.

Alright, Marc, you're up.

"And here I was thinking you only spoke to me that way." Marc. You silently cursed Steven. Pleading your case would him would be useless. Before you could even make an attempt, his arms were beneath you, lifting you from the couch to cradle you against his broad chest. You didn't have the strength to fight him, instead emitting a weak sob as your cramps intensified from the new position.

"Shh, it's alright, baby," he whispered, placing a chaste kiss to your forehead as he carried you out of the apartment. "You're going to be okay, I gotcha."

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You were miserable at the hospital - though your wait time had been drastically reduced after Marc demanded you be seen immediately. Much to your chagrin, he argued with the first doctor you attempted to dismiss your pain, ensuring that adequate tests would be conducted.

After a rather routine pelvic exam and ultrasound, you lay in a hospital bed awaiting your results. Marc, who's composure was generally unfazed during tense scenarios, was pacing the length of the brightly lit room. His apprehension was palpable, inadvertently contributing to your own stress further.

"Marc," you pleaded gently, heart swelling as he appeared at your side within seconds. Recognition washed over his features as he took one of your hands in his own.

"Yeah, I get it, I'm not really good at this whole waiting around patiently thing," he chuckled, attempting to disguise his somber tone. "I just hate this, you know? Hate seeing you in pain and knowing there's not a damn thing I can do about it."

"You're already doing so much," you reassured him, squeezing his hand as a soft smile graced your lips. "It's okay to let Steven handle this part. I won't be offended."

"I don't want you to feel like I'm bailing on you," he searched your eyes for any hesitance.

"I could never." You placed a chaste kiss against his lips in emphasis. As you parted his sharp features softened, eyes beholding you with a warm admiration that was characteristic of Steven.

He gazed at you for a few more moments, lifting a finger to gently brush a loose hair from your face. "You've been so brave love, haven't you? Just a bit longer, I'm sure."

Steven kept you occupied with finely memorized tales of Egyptian history while you awaited your diagnosis. The doctor informed you that you did indeed have a special condition, confirming Steven's suspicions. Treatment was available, and although that knowledge should have eased your troubled mind, you couldn't help but feel like damaged goods.

"Innit that great, Y/n?" Steven was elated, spinning you in his embrace the moment you'd returned to the apartment. "I mean, not great that you have a condition, obviously," he added sheepishly, "but there's treatment, no more dealing with this bloody tosh, yeah?"

"Yeah, it's great." Steven frowned at your deflated tone, following you into the living room as you collapsed on the sofa.

"Y/n," he started, brows furrowed as he gently took your hands. "What's wrong, darling? I thought you would be relieved?" You wanted to lie, wanted desperately to nod and pretend as though you didn't feel like a lesser woman. Burdening Steven with that knowledge felt selfish. Still, as you met his empathetic gaze, the emotions you had attempted to shield threatened to bleed out of you.

"I'm grateful, Steven, I really am," you swallowed, tears prickling the corner of your eyes. "It's just, well what I mean is - I can't help but feel damaged. Like... like I'm not good enough for you or Marc."

Steven's eyes widened, his head shaking wildly as his grip tightened on your hands. "Damaged? Y/n, don't be ridiculous!" He gestured to himself as if to further emphasize his point. "I mean have you met me? I'm the bloody definition of damaged!"

"Steven, that's-"

"No, no, I'm not finished!" He asserted rather uncharacteristically. "You love me and Marc unconditionally, for all our flaws. You have stood with me through every hardship, and you have never, not once, gave a bloody damn about how wonky our life is."

You couldn't recall the last time you had seen Steven so passionate, his chocolate eyes burning with reverence. "You are more woman than I ever thought myself worthy of, and no silly condition could ever change that."

Tender fingers wiped at the tears that now flowed freely down your cheeks. "I love you, Y/n, nothing in this world could ever change that." He leaned forward, capturing your lips with his own. As he held you in his embrace, the ache in your heart seemed to melt away, assuring you that you would be okay.

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