#you may be shocked to learn - is an ENDEAVOUR

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nsfw alphabet for neuvillette?

￫ NEUVILLETTE NSFW ALPHABET !

A = aftercare (what they're like after sex)

very tender and intricate lover after sex - neuvillette overlooks your body to make sure he hadn’t left any marks that you’d find distasteful or painful

B = body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

on himself, he’d have to choose his neck - while it may sound odd, he has yet to find a part of himself as sensitive at it, so he takes pride in the feelings you can draw out of him with a simple nip or kiss against his throat

on you, neuvillette loves your hands - how dainty they look pressed against his chest or compared to his own, and the feeling of them tangled in his long locks or lightly trailing over the tendrils of blue within the sea of white

C = cum (anything to do with cum basically... i'm a disgusting person)

with the limited knowledge he has on humans and their sexual tendencies, he does know of procreation, so his favourite thing to do is fill you up until your stomach bloats

D = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he gets off on tears - he himself knows how many emotions can cause tears; sadness, anger, happiness… and pleasure, and he wants to see you sob for him

E = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

little to no experience - neuvillette hadn’t truly indulged in mortal endeavours until he had met you; you had introduced him to romance, love, and all the intimate parts that come with it

F = favourite position (this goes without saying)

neuvillette loves cowgirl since while you’re still on top of him, he controls the pace - not only that but it gives the both of you something to grasp and hold onto (your ass/hips, his shoulders, etc.)

G = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

emotions are still complex to him and so far he’s only learned how to express passion and desire during your bedroom escapades, so “goofiness” in the bedroom is beyond a foreign concept to him

H = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

neuvillette has quite the head of hair on him so he grooms often - he prefers to be clean shaven or at least with limited hair on his pelvic area

I = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

serious yet delicate - neuvillette takes sex with you as a moment for him and you to be completely open to one another and to feel the other for what they are truly (aka he’s a passionate and loving man)

J = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

nope, never, will not - neuvillette feels guilty for touching you in a sexual way in general, so touching himself to bring himself pleasure in any capacity makes his head spin and cheeks burn with guilt

K = kink (one or more of their kinks)

marking, breeding, hair pulling - while a gentle lover, he likes to indulge in his more monstrous desires and encourages you to do the same with him

L= location (favourite places to do the deed)

bedroom first and foremost since there he can rest assured that both of you are comfortable, but he has fucked you over the desk in his office as well as over the railing in the opera epiclese

M = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

letting himself be completely open is what drives him the most - he, in general, is not the most open person in teyvat, but when he fucks you, he is able to show parts of him only reserved for you to see

N = NO (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

hurt you physically and or emotionally - while the former’s boundaries can be pushed the slightest bit, neuvillette takes no pleasure or satisfaction from bringing you pain, so it’s a hard no from him

O = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

isn’t the best at giving (he’s learning though), but adores when you give him head - it was a shock to his system at first at the new information regarding sexual activities between mortals, but he’s come to love it to the point where he requests it when he’s feeling needy

P = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

his pace is slower but his thrusts are deep and hard - cock stroking your gummy walls and nearly kissing your cervix with every movement of his hips

Q = quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

he hates quickies - he’s rather be able to enjoy you to the full extent of the moment (he however is not opposed to a quick blow or him going down on you when the moment calls for sexual gratification)

R = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks?)

not one for experimenting unless you suggest it and tries to stay away from risks (however, he hates to admit the two of you have been caught by furina more than once from the small risks you have taken together)

S = stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long?)

he can go for round upon round, but stops when he senses you’re at your limit - he, after all, is not mortal so his stamina is seemingly endless compared to you own

T = toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

very foreign concept to him that he honestly does not want to delve into - he wants to be the sole bringer of pleasure to you and would like if you do the same to him

U = unfair (how much they like to tease)

not a very teasing lover - unless you ask for him to drag out your climax, neuvillette prefers to stick with the more simplistic and kind side of himself in bed

V = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

he’s a loud grunter - neuvillette rarely gets too vocal with you and even keeps most words to himself aside from the light praise and loving words

W = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

bathtub / shower sex is a hit with him - and if he has a secluded place outside of the walls of your home, he’d fuck you when it’s raining upon the two of you (his overwhelming pleasure only making the downpour all the more intense)

X= x-ray (let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

neuvillette has quite a long and girthy cock - i’d say around 8-9 inches with thick veins running along the underside of it

Y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he lies to himself and says he only desires sex when you do, but the thought of having you wrapped around him or having the taste of you on his tongue runs through his mind on the daily, even during court trials

Z = ZZZ (…. how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

as a being that doesn’t require much sleep, neuvillette holds you until you fall asleep and will sometimes pretend to fall asleep so you feel content enough to fall asleep yourself

[animekpopsimp]

I would like to do a request!

Head canons for Dabi, Hawks, Bakugo, Kirishima, and Aziawa with a civilian lover/partner?😩🫶 Maybe you could also add on how their friends react? I think it would be funny.👀

Plus any other you might wanna throw in <3

Ooh, I like this idea

Having a Civilian partner

Dabi

It comes as a surprise that Dabi would be willing to date anyone

Let alone a civilian

But being in a relationship with him means you've got a very protective villain boyfriend

Since you're a civilian, it's most likely that you either don't have a particularly strong quirk, or your quirk less

Regardless, Dabi will raise hell the moment you're in danger

He keeps you away from his villain work for the most part, but the others do eventually find out about you

Shigaraki is hesitant to trust you, but seeing your loyalty to Dabi, he learns to tolerate your presence

Kurogiri is more friendly, if not a little quiet

Toga really likes you since she's the only female member in the League of Villains

You may not be a part of their group, but she likes spending time with you

Twice likes you a lot as well, despite his conflicting statements at times

Spinner is indifferent

Hawks

Hawks absolutely adores you

You may not be a hero like him, but he doesn't care

Sure he may be judged for being in a relationship with a civilian, but he doesn't care

The fact that you're a civilian makes him want to protect you

He's especially on edge when the two of you are out in public since he knows that some villains might try to take advantage of how much he cares for you

He'll have an arm wrapped around you, keeping you close

When there's paparazzi around, he'll hide your face with his wings so they can't see you

Mirkou is the first of his friends you meet, and she instantly takes a liking to you

She tells you that if Hawks ever upsets you to come to her and she'll handle it

You met Endeavour by accident, and it didn't go well

He doesn't really respect you and Hawks' relationship, but you don't pay attention to that

At least you get along with one of his friends

Though you don't notice the person watching you, covered in scars....

Bakugo

Bakugo came off a standoffish when he meets you

He used to look down on people who weren't aiming to become heroes, but over time he's become a better person

Eventually, he finally admits that he likes you, and soon, the two of you are in a relationship

You ask about his friends, and he tells you he doesn't have any friends in his class

Kirishima would beg to differ

You end up meeting his classmates by accident when the two of you are out on a date

The Bakusquad notice the two of you and are shocked to see him with you

Mina runs up to the both of you, teasing Bakugo about the fact that he has a girlfriend

Kirishima, Sero, and Denki are all joining in as well

To be honest, they don't even realize that you weren't a hero in training

They really don't care

Mina immediately wants to be best friends since she's the only girl in the friend group

Meanwhile Kirishima, Sero, and Denki are asking you about any embarrassing stories you can tell the about Bakugo

Your boyfriend drags you away after that

Kirishima

You met Kirishima during middle school

He asked you our right before he began attending UA, promising that your relationship would last

Despite the two of you attending two different schools, you still meet up often

He doesn't try and hide your relationship, in fact, he mentions it to his friends when they ask if he's in a relationship

Mina,Denki, and Sero are all super excited, asking if they could ever meet you

Bakugo could care less

Kirishima decided to take his friends to meet you

Of course Bakugo is dragged along despite his protests

Mina immediately takes a liking to you and asks you a lot of questions

Denki and Sero are teasing Kirishima playfully

And Bakugo is staying silent

None of them judge you for not wanting to be a hero

Not even Bakugo

Aizawa

Aizawa doesn't care if you're a hero or civilian

Though he does enjoy the peace that being in a relationship with a civilian brings since you aren't in the spotlight

Though since he is a hero, he's often busy

But he always finds a way to spend time with you regardless

He doesn't talk much about his hero work since he wants to keep it separate from his life as a hero

Aizawa is very caring, even if he can come off a cold sometimes

Though you're one of the few people who has seen his soft side

He often worries that due to his hero work, you'll be targeted

Because of that, he can be a bit protective

He also, doesn't tell a lot of people about you. Not even his friends

Though they do eventually find out

Present Mic and Midnight insist on meeting you and eventually, Aizawa relents

Midnight immediately takes a liking to you, complimenting how pretty you are

She tells you that if Aizawa ever hurts you, she'll take care of him

Present Mic spends most of the time teasing your boyfriend

Needless to say they both adore you

[weecherylita]

Thoughts on the Neil Gaiman Allegations

I followed Neil Gaiman on tumblr not because I'm a massive fan of his work (I've read two of his books, and one of those he co-wrote with someone else) but because it was interesting to get behind-the-scenes info about Good Omens.

Because he seemed, for the most part, to be a pretty affable and interesting person.

Because it was nice to see someone so prominent be willing to assert the rights and dignity of lgbt people, and most especially trans people in this era where they are being consistently vilified and used as a political punching bag in my own country and elsewhere.

Because his writing advice was decent, and he seemed to value and support artistic endeavour in all its forms.

Because the stories from readers talking about what his work had meant to them were a consistent reminder of the power of art to connect us all and transform our lives.

Because he consistently advocated kindness.

(I know some people have been saying he couldn't handle criticism and he bad-mouthed other public figures, but I think I must have missed those incidents - my impression was that he was very often complimenting and defending people).

It was a horrible shock to learn that (yet again) a creator I respected fell so far short of embodying the values he spoke up for. When things like that happen it can make you question human decency itself, especially when it just seems to keep happening again and again; public figures who seem so progressive turn out to be abusers. Is human goodness just a story we tell ourselves? Is genuine progress even possible, when those who speak up for it prove themselves to be so incapable of living by those ideals?

I don't know how much of Gaiman's public persona was genuine and how much was just a front for some consciously manipulative and predatory behaviour. To be honest, I'm not sure I care if we ever find out how much of what we saw was real. He's lost our respect - most likely forever, and he shouldn't be put in a position where he can abuse people's trust again.

I'm sorry for the people he hurt, and I hope they get time to heal.

And I think those values that I saw in him are all still true, even if he is false.

Kindness and decency is still something to live by, even and especially in times of darkness.

Art still has the power to move, connect and transform us, whether you want to keep reading Gaiman's works or not (and if you're finding it tough because you've lost that enjoyment and connection to stories that meant a lot to you, know that there WILL be other works out there that can make you feel it again).

Creative endeavour IS still inherently valuable.

Transgender lives and identities still matter. Transgender people are still deserving of dignity and respect. There may be plenty of transphobic people out there who feel emboldened by this, and I'm not gonna pretend to understand exactly how scary and horrible that must feel. All I can say is that there are other people out there who still believe in you, and still want to support you.

Human decency is not a lie. I guess we need to be wary of public figures who come across as too good to be true and remember that everyone has capacity for both good and bad, but not everyone fails as badly as him. Not everyone succumbs to their worst instincts. Not everyone is an abuser. Human goodness is still alive, and something to strive toward and take comfort in.

[exitpursuedbyavulcan]

Studious V Final (fr this time) Sneak Peek

Ok, since I'm making y'all wait for the release of the full chapter, here's a final unplanned sneak peek. This one is long too!

“I, um… I should like to start by thanking you for reading this,” he said, his voice less sure than you were used to. He did not meet your gaze, instead looking straight down at the books before him. “And I wish to apologise – again. First, for being so incompetent that this was the only way I could express my feelings, and secondly, for the admittedly humiliating things you read.” “Aemond,” you interrupted before he could continue. When he looked at you in near panic, you scoffed and shook your head slightly. “If you apologise to me again, I might scream.” He looked shocked by your words, then nodded gravely. “I did not realise how often I was doing so. I ap… shit, no.” He shut his eye and heaved a great sigh. “I will endeavour to do so less in the future, though I cannot promise I will not have to, on occasion.” The corner of his mouth quirked in the shadow of a smile as he winced slightly. “We both know how often I have cause to.” “That is acceptable,” you whispered, “thank you.” Both of you smiled at each other, your gazes locked. The moment lingering a bit longer than it would have with a stranger or even a friend. Then Aemond turned back to the diaries and frowned. “I don’t quite know…” he trailed off, shaking his head slightly. “Forgive me, but my first reply to your notes was to be an apology for the careless and mean-spirited remarks I made about the merits of embroidery. I don’t know what to say if I am forbidden to apologise.” You blinked, unsure of what to say. Yet it pleased you greatly that he was taking your request that he stop apologising so seriously. Aemond did not wait for you to give him an answer, speaking with both urgency and sincerity. “It was thoughtless of me to write what I did. I was exhausted by the day and unhappy with how my grandsire chose to conduct my betrothal and marriage. And admittedly, I know little about the craft, and therefore underestimated it.” “I am touched by your words,” you whispered, flustered by the intensity with which he regarded you, as if whatever you said next held the power to either destroy him or build him higher. “Perhaps, instead of apologising, you could tell me how you intend to make amends?” “Of course,” his face lit up when he realised you were not upset with him. “I… I will learn more about embroidery so that I may truly appreciate it. Could… would you be willing to teach me?” Based on the moment of panic that you saw come over him, you knew your shock at the request was rather poorly concealed. Bashfully, Aemond looked away. “After seeing the beautiful things that you have created – or I assume you have, as they were in your rooms, and depicted your home and interests – I truly wish to understand how they are made.” Gods, he was serious. He truly wanted you to teach him how to create embroidery! The very idea was so amusing you could not hide your smile. “That is a wonderful solution, Aemond,” you said with all the reassurance you could muster. “I look forward to seeing what beautiful things you will make.”

[arc-misadventures]

Rebirth AU:

Could we get a Jaune POV version on how Jaune "took care" of Alyx in his new life

It Was A Simple Endeavour

Six.

He had managed to skip a stone six times.

Jaune smiled to himself as he watched the the ripples cover the still lake. He was about to reach down for another stone when he her the stones shift behind him where he then grab his sword was about to turn around, and draw it when he saw his twin sister recoil in shock.

Jeanne: Were you about to draw that on me?!

Jaune: You were sneaking up behind me, thought it was a, Grimm, or Dad with another surprise training session.

Jeanne: Ahh… Well, there are rarely any, Grimm about here. And, Dad’s too busy getting chewed out by, Mom for dropping that tree on me.

Jaune: Oh yeah… That… Dad really needs to learn some restraint.

Jeanne: Why he gets into the mood, and there’s no way of stopping him. Short of brunt force, and an enrage mom.

Jaune: I prefer the former than the later in all honesty. So, do you need something, or do you wish to skip stones with me too?

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: I want to know!

Jaune: Know what?

Jeanne: How did you do it; How did you kill, Alyx?!

Jaune held his throwing arm up for a moment, before resuming his throw, he counted five times that the rock skipped across the surface before it stopped.

Jaune: Are you sure you want to know that?

Jeanne: Yes…

Jaune: You want to know how your brother killed someone?

Jeanne: Yes.

Jaune: Will you tell anyone if I tell you?

Jeanne: No.

Jaune: Arc’s promise?

Jeanne: Arc’s promise.

Jaune let loose a deep sigh before patting the open spot on the log next to him. He listened as he heard her walk over, and sit down besides him. He spared her a glance as she stared intently at him, waiting for his response.

Jaune: Now you must understand this wasn’t some spur of the moment plan, I have been working on this for years. So, if it seems far fetched, it isn’t, it was just well, well thought out.

Jeanne: And, what makes you say that?

Jaune: Needed to be the perfect crime, nothing that could trace it back to me. Even if I told you this was how I did, I could simply be spinning a talltale, and a telling you a lie.

Jeanne: True, however, considering it’s you, I’d be more incline to believe it.

Jaune: Very well. Our journey begins one year ago, when we had that family trip to, Vacuo.

Jeanne: Wait, you started this a plan a year ago? We were just twelve then! How long have you been planning this.

Jaune: Since I escaped the, Ever After.

Jeanne: Oh… Oh gods…

Jaune: Yes… So, remember when I left, saying I needed to get, Thiriana a present?

Jeanne: Partial lie I take it? I remember that you did get her that necklace.

Jaune: Correct. I got her necklace minutes after I left. What took me so long is because I went to a rather… Disputable place to get the poison I used to kill her. This shady bar, filled with cut throats, criminals and their likes.

Jeanne: Not really a place for a twelve year old to be.

Jaune: There were kids younger than me there. So, I went up to the bartender, and ordered a drink.

Jeanne: Aren’t you a bit young to drink?

Jaune: It was a password; Say the password, and you may pass, that kind of stuff. I had to tell it to him twice to take me to the guy, didn’t believe a me when he heard me say it the first time. Makes sense since I was a kid. and all. So he lead me to a room that has thus weird viper faunas who was good, damn good at making poisons. I told him I wanted a certain kind of poison, and well, I got it.

Jeanne: But, how did you get the poison?

Jaune: The, Alchemist as he likes to refer to himself as, has two ways you can pay for his products; in cash, or in purpose. The first one is self explanatory; mans gotta eat afterall. But; purpose… He has to judge whether, or not your actions justify him giving you the requested poison. And, he has high standards to pass. I went with the later, it would cost me a fortune otherwise.

Jeanne: So… What did you say to him then?

Jaune: …

Jaune: ‘I want the poison for revenge; Revenge against one that betrayed me. One that betrayed the innocent trust of a curious soul. A kin-slayer without remorse. One who has used her treachery, and vile crimes to erase the sins she committed to be seen as the true hero of the tale, for profit, and fame. I want revenge against this vile fiend, and above all, I don’t want her to know it is coming, until it was too late.’ This is what I said to him. He stared at me for a moment before he reached over, and found the poison I wanted, explain its properties, and then gave it to me.

Jeanne: Whoa… You really knew what you were doing… But, how did you know about any of this?

Jaune: Hmm? Oh, Neo took me there.

Jeanne: N-Neo… As in Neapolitan? That mute assassin that tried to kill you dozens of times before? That, Neo?!

Jaune: We fixed our differences after leaving the, Ever After. He became teammates. We worked pretty well together. Her semblance became such a beast after I amped it up.

Jeanne: But, Neo?!

Jaune: Hey, we got along really well together.

Jeanne: And, then what, you slept with her?!

Jaune: Only once. We were quite hammered at the time.

Jeanne: You two did what?!

Jaune: Actually we may have done it more than once… Three… Four times…? The way she used her semblance…

Jeanne: Oh gods… This can’t be real…?!

Jaune: Anyway, after that we went on our trip to, Vale a few months later. I learned she lived in vale, and when all of you were watching that movie in the theatre, I snuck off. I found out where she lived, and snuck in through an open window, slipped her the poison, and made it back to the movie before any of you realized I was gone.

Jeanne: But, you said you wanted to see that movie so bad! Why would you…?! You’ve seen it before haven’t you… In your past life, haven’t you?!

Jaune: Dozens of times; So I knew precisely when to leave without anyone noticing my absence.

Jeanne: Wait… We left months ago… How is she just now dead of you poisoned her months ago?

Jaune: That was the beauty of the poison I gave her: I coated one of her tea cups with the poison, its a clear liquid where if you apply an even enough coat, you would never notice it, even on a clear window pane. So, the poison waited there until she made her tea. And, once the hot tea is poured in, the poison mixes into the tea, eliminating any trace of the poison. And, as soon as you finish your afternoon cup of tea, you’re already dead.

Jeanne: Whoa… That’s… That’s a very effective poison… But… How did it… You know… Kill her?

Jaune: The poison seeps into the blood stream, lining itself across the many veins across the victums body. There it grows, slowly mixing with the blood until there is enough of it that it becomes incompatible with the victims original blood type resulting in a uncontrollable clotting cascade. And, when this happens, and if your are lucky, it will kill you… quickly.

Jeanne: How hell… That’s… Brutal…

Jaune: A slow killer, but once you’ve been affected, you are a dead man walking.

Jeanne: I see, Neo knows her poisons…

Jaune: You could say that.

Jeanne: Did you say anything to her, like sending, Alyx a goodbye note? No send off one liners?

Jaune: I wanted to, but I couldn’t think of anything clever to send to her.

Jeanne: ‘Lewis sends his regards. The Rusted Knight remembers.’ Anything?

Jaune: Jeanne… I will only reveal in her death in this one manner: I will reveal in the grim satisfaction of a job well done.

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: That’s… That’s probably for the best…

Jaune: …

Jeanne: So… About the poison…

Jaune: No I will not give it to you so you can kill, Triften.

Jeanne: WHY NOT?!

Jaune: Look…I know you hate him, and his terrible flirting techniques, but don’t you think killing him is a bit much?

Jeanne: But, he’s so annoying! And, I can’t just punch him, I could break his face if I did that!

Jaune: You could?

Jeanne: I’m a Huntress-in-training, he’s an aura-less civilian.

Jaune: Ahh, well then… Just… Just spike his drink with laxatives the next time he bothers you, and then threaten him that you will poison him again if he dares bother you. That should scare him off.

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Damn… You’re an evil genius!

Jaune: Actually, I got that one from mom.

Jeanne: R-Really…?

Jaune: Yep.

Jeanne: Why did she do that?

Jaune: You don’t want to know. Trust me; You do not want to know.

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Well that just makes me want to know even more now!

[without-school-or-style]

9 - Lend An Ear

Word Count: 1,088

Today’s Card: The Weaver, reversed

Just as Joey rematerialized by the miniature aetheryte in front of the Weaver’s Guild, his ears caught wind of a conversation.

“T-thank you for o-offering to teach a greenhorn like me, sir,” said the soft voice of a girl. “I-I can never s-seem to get this r-right, no matter how many times I try.”

A long, awkward pause. Joey had expected to hear at least a thank you, but silence. As he continued walking towards the Weaver’s Guild, the voices grew louder.

“I've done this countless times, yet I can still never master the basic technique,” said the girl. “My late mother taught me this since I was young and yet—”

“By the twelve, lass! I'm spending my precious time here helping you, and this is how you treat me? Like your therapist?” growled a deep voice from near the girl.

The area fell into stunned silence—both by the girl, and by Joey, who stopped dead in his tracks from the sheer shock of the gruff man’s callous words.

“Look, lass, I'm not in the mood for your trauma dumping!” the deep voice snapped. “There are countless other endeavours that need my attention. And now, thanks to you, I may have to file a full report on just how much you've been griefing me.”

“I-I'm sorry!” the girl stammered.

When Joey found himself able to move again, he saw a giant blur brush his way. Only thanks to his reflexes honed by countless years of martial arts training did he step aside enough to feel only the wind of the Roegadyn that stormed past him. The tell-tale sound and a brief flash of light later, Joey assumed safely that the Roegadyn had promptly warped away to who-knew-where.

The Viera’s foot brushed against a spindle of hempen yarn. He knelt down to see even more spindles; most likely the Roegadyn “mentor” had been tasked to help this new apprentice. As Joey gathered spindles, he looked up to see the face of the shy girl—a pink-haired Miqo’te.

“You all right?” Joey asked.

Like an emotionally wounded coeurl, the miqo’te yelped and jumped a few inches into the air from her crouched position. A pair of giant green eyes locked onto Joey as though gazing upon an imminent threat. “Y-you heard that, huh?”

“Just the tail end.” Joey took one of the spindles before she did and held it up to his face. “Hempen yarn, is it? You've spun the moko grass quite well. What was it you were planning to do?”

The Miqo’te opened her mouth to speak, then closed. She spoke again only after she shook her head. “N-no, don't worry about it, adventurer. I can handle myself just fine. Don't you worry… worry…” She laughed nervously as she scooped up more spindles over her own arm.

“I'm sorry that person was rude to you earlier,” said Joey.

The Miqo’te shook her head, her pigtails whipping from side to side. “No, i-it's my fault for… what did he call it? Trauma dumping… as he said. H-he was just there to teach me the basics. I-I shouldn't have imposed on him.”

“Does he even know what that term means?” Joey asked. The Miqo’te didn’t respond, so Joey continued. “You weren't trauma dumping. You were sharing your experiences. There's nothing wrong with wanting someone else to relate to you.”

Slowly, the Miqo’te raised her head to look at Joey. At least her eyes weren’t as wide as before. That was a good sign.

“If nothing else, I can help you spin some yarn, so to say.” said Joey. “I, too, am a member of the Weaver's Guild.”

Shifting his weight to allow his right hand to reach deep into his pocket, he procured his Soul of the Weaver to her in his outstretched palm. The Miqo’te’s eyes widened again and she held a hand to her mouth.

“Y-you’re a specialist?! Oh n-no, I can't possibly intrude—”

“I'm not doing anything important at the moment. I'm more than happy to help out with whatever you wanted to do.”

“Ah, um… well, I was just learning to spin some thread to make some of these hempen-related tops in the recipe book…”

And with that, the Miqo’te pulled out a spindle some clumps of moko grass. She placed a large amount of clumps in the middle, most likely accepting Joey’s assistance in her own way.

Joey pulled out his own spindle and took a few bunches of moko grass himself. “You said you learned how to make hempen yarn from your mother.”

“Don't worry about it, adventurer. I've said enough already.”

“Not to me—I mean, everyone’s different, right? Maybe that other person doesn’t care to hear anything but the sound of his own voice, but I’m always willing to lend a… long ear.” Joey gestured to his ears.

The Miqo’te giggled softly. Another good sign.

“Besides, I like to hear people’s stories.”

Joey paused. He still sensed some hesitation from the Miqo’te, if the soft voice he heard in his head was any indication.

He seems nice, but I don’t want to trouble him.

He still sensed that lingering sadness. Understandable. Words cut like a knife and wounds lingered for eternity if left untouched. Not wanting to leave her sadness lingering forever, Joey decided to be the one to break the ice.

“For what it's worth, I don't have a mother myself,” said Joey.

“I'm sorry…”

“No, don't be. I can’t miss what I never had. I do have a mother in a sense—a close friend of mine who looks after me.” He picked up one of the spindles most likely made by the Miqo’te, as she kept a select few close to her. “But I can imagine that your mother would be proud of you to have made work this exceptional.”

The Miqo’te smiled a soft, genuine smile that pushed her cheeks up into her eyes ever so gently. “You think so?”

“I know so. I know quality work when I see it.”

That soft smile turned into a wide beam from ear to ear.

“What kind of person was your mother?” Joey asked. “She must have been an amazing person.”

The Miqo’te nodded and returned to her spinning. “She was. She was the most loving and supportive mother a girl could ask for. She knew everything there was to do about needle point. We raised karakul back at our home.”

Her story continued well past the time they completed her tasks. And Joey hung on to every word.

[crystaljins]

Stars above | 07

Characters: Taehyung x Reader

Word count: 1.7K

Synopsis: Your nagging roommate is desperate for a third person to help meet the rent and your university just so happens to be running a fully-funded government grant for anyone who signs up to participate in the Intergalactic Exchange program.

Having an alien for a roommate is just asking for all kinds of trouble, though.

Alien!Taehyung x reader

Rating: Teens

Notes: Ugh like an absolute dummy I accidentally deleted the original post and have to repost this RIP

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Taehyung had expected a fight from the moment he decided to extend his exchange. After all, his family had been quite vocal in their disapproval when he first made the decision to sign up for the program; they weren’t going to have changed their mind in the few short months he’s been here. 

He just hadn’t expected their distaste to sting quite as much. He doesn’t know what he had been hoping for. They had sent him off with sour looks and anger gurgling beneath their skin- an extension of what they considered to be “a rebellious phase” meant a guaranteed deepening of their anger. 

It’s not a rebellious phase, though. He’s not doing this to spite his parents or prove himself. 

He just... likes Earth. He’d been lead to believe that the people of earth are selfish and barbaric and cruel but the few short months he’s spent here have convinced him otherwise. He wants to see more, hear more, meet more people, learn more things. He’s not ready to

go back to his home planet and the life planned out for him there. 

With a sigh, he leans forward in his chair to retrieve his translation device. For the most part, he has a fairly good grasp on most Earthen languages, but sometimes in large groups where multiple people are talking, he needs the extra aid. He can already hear a bit of commotion going on in the living room and knows that Nayeon has her noisy male friend Jungkook over. He’s done sulking around his room after that awful conversation with his family and he wants to spend some time with his friends. 

Sure enough, the scene in the living room confirms his suspicions of chaos. Nayeon and Jungkook are playing some sort of game together and yelling at each other intensely over it. You, on the other hand, are curled up comfortably on the couch, idly scrolling through your phone and dutifully ignoring the noise. 

Something warm and fond swells up in his chest- he feels like his ribs may burst open with the sudden feeling. He doesn’t even hold back his smile as he steps into the room, immediately making a beeline for the couch.  He settles in the small space between your legs and armrest and stretches out an arm. The hem of your track pants have ridden up a little, leaving a little stripe of exposed skin between your sock and the bottom of your pants. He rests his hand there, running a thumb across your skin. 

Instantly, he’s flooded with the sensation of your surprise. Though him reaching out for you has long become commonplace, you’re still a little surprised after he does it. He’s become accustomed to the little spark of shock, like a jolt of static, which then settles into whatever emotion you’re currently experiencing. This time, you’re feeling a strange mixture of reluctance and amusement. He guesses that it must have been a long day for you and yet you’re still endeavouring to spend time with your friends. 

“What game are they enjoying in?” Taehyung wonders. You shrug and settle back against the armrest, fixing your attention on your phone once more. 

“Mario kart. Jungkook reckons he can beat Nayeon with one hand.” You explain. Taehyung doesn’t shift his hand, instead revelling in the sticky warmth of your contentment, before turning his attention to the noisy duo in front of the television unit. Sure enough, Jungkook is playing the game one-handed, but is also using his spare hand to grab at Nayeon’s remote. She is shouting in response, clearly displeased with his foul play. 

“If you’re bored why don’t you go back to your room?” He asks. 

“They asked me to be the referee.” You sigh, rolling your eyes.  

Taehyung chuckles before examining your posture. 

“You’re not paying much attention.” He points out, nodding his head in the direction of what surely should have been called out as blatant cheating. You fix him with an unimpressed look, imperious as you gaze down your nose at him. 

“Does it look like I want to be here?” You question, but with his thumb settled against the curve of your ankle, Taehyung already knows the answer. You have two functioning legs and are perfectly capable of leaving. 

With a sigh and a fond smile, he turns his attention back to Nayeon and Jungkook, who are now fighting over each other’s actions. Nayeon’s little green monster plummets over the edge while a hammer slams into the pink, princess-y character that Jungkook has selected. 

He wishes he could package moments like these and send them to his family. Maybe if they saw this, saw humans when they were relaxed and spending time with each other, they’d understand. That humans can be warm, and kind. That humans can love and create and have fun. 

He shoots a furtive glance at you; you’ve lowered your phone and you’re observing the race onscreen with mild interest. With the hazy film of your relaxed stare seeping into his own skin, he has the distinct feeling that he wants to bottle up this emotion, whatever it is. This warm, tranquility, the firmness of your presence as an anchor in cheerful chaos. He wants to contain it all and send it to his parents. Perhaps they would instantly ring up and tell him to stay longer on earth, if they felt it.

“What’s the matter?” His fingers flinch against your skin at your unexpected question. He tilts his head curiously at you, registering the concern that filters through his fingertips. Briefly, he wonders if you can sense emotions too, but then you shift, pulling your leg from his grasp and sitting up to peer at his face. “You’re quieter than normal.” You observe. 

Suddenly nervous, Taehyung swallows past a dry throat. A quick glance at Nayeon and Jungkook confirms that they could care less what the two of you are doing, but it doesn’t settle the strange fluster he feels at having your attention suddenly fixed so intensely on him. 

“I’m ok.” He reassures you, and it’s not exactly a lie. While the bitter aftertaste of the less-than-friendly exchange still lingers, the warmth of the room he’s in is quickly chasing that away. 

You squint at him suspiciously for a moment. Without the contact of your skin, he’s not given the benefit of reading your emotions but they’re written across your face as plain as day. It makes him smile. It’s a stark contrast from when he’d first arrived on earth; he’d thought you stoic and uncaring, impenetrable like stone. But as the months have passed, he’s learned that his initial impression was wrong. You’re expressive in your own way, and after learning to match up your expressions with the flood of emotions he feels from your skin, he can now read you accurately. 

“I’m really ok.” He reassures you again, and then hesitates. 

He can see you don’t believe him, and it’s remarkable how even without the crutch of reading his emotions that you’re able to discern his emotional state so easily. It bothers him, that you can see his lie so plainly but it makes him realise he doesn’t want to hold things back from you. He’d tried to reassure you because he doesn’t want to drag you into his messy family dealings; doesn’t want you being aware of their deep-rooted prejudices and their low opinion of him. But it feels ugly, to keep you out of that, to shut you out and not trust you with these things. 

When did you become a person he wants to share everything with? How did you manage it? How long as he felt like this for?

His mouth moves quicker than his sluggish brain, spilling the words he’d fruitlessly tried to hold back. 

“I had a fight with my family.” He blurts. For a moment, you look surprised like you hadn’t expected him to say anything, but then your expression softens. It’s a gentle expression, one he rarely sees, and for some reason it feels like a punch to the chest every time he sees it. Something deep inside him trembles- he always forgets how much he craves your company, your gentleness, your compassion until he has it again. 

“What about?” You probe cautiously. He looks away, watching as Nayeon successfully launches a red turtle shell into Jungkook and he goes careening off the platform, much to his outrage. 

“I talked to them about extending my exchange. And they were angry that I chose to extend it.” He admits. He’s brought up the extension with you before, and you hadn’t minded, citing less stress in finding a new roommate as a good motive to support his decision. So he’s not quite sure he understands the confusion on your face. 

“Isn’t this a really prestigious program?” You recall. “I thought you said only a handful of people on your planet qualified; shouldn’t they be excited that your request for extension has been approved?”

For a moment, Taehyung is silent. 

He can’t quite explain the shock he feels. He’s received endless criticism for his decision to go on exchange here. From his family and his friends. Most of his support networks had opposed him, as if it wasn’t hard enough to qualify for the program without their negativity. 

And yet you view it as something positive?

“They don’t really view it like that.” He clarifies, wondering if you’ll understand. 

You sniff and turn your attention to the race just in time for Jungkook to come in dead last. He barely hears your response over Nayeon’s victorious crowing. 

“They should.” Is your simple comfort. And then, more tentatively, you add “I think what you’ve done is amazing.”

His whole life, Taehyung has been met with constant disapproval. He’s been dismissed as too outlandish and eccentric; his hobbies too chaotic and his goals and dreams too selfish and impractical. And he’s always wanted, no, longed, for just a little support. Just a nod of acknowledgement. He’s always understood his own shortcomings and always tried his best to match to what others expected of him. But it’s never been enough, and that desire has haunted him endlessly.

And now it’s been given to him, so thoughtlessly and naturally, like it’s something he deserves. You always treat him like this; like your care is deserved. He’s struck by the thought that if he could package you up, send you to his family, maybe they’d understand what the appeal of humans is. 

But at the same time, he kind of wants to keep you to himself.

He’s glad he extended the exchange. 

[magnificentcenturyfics]

Okay, my prompt, you were probably expecting this:

A Şah/Nigar fic where Şah is intrigued by what Ibrahim found in Nigar that was attractive, and things go on from there to femslash. How Explicit it can be is left to you.

You know how I said it has to be under 5 pages? Well, it almost is. It's like 4-5 pages. Minette needs a long foreplay, yo. And BTW you're gonna regret the whole "how explicit it can be is up to you", because if you make Minette write about sex between two attractive women, she's going to make it VERY explicit.

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„Your turn, Nigar hatun.“

Şahuban sultan was an afficionado of an older Moorish board game named alquerque. She learned it from Ana hatun, her Spanish Jewish kira, who she used to be quite close to before her unfortunate passing a couple of years prior to her return to Istanbul. Since then, Şah had noone to play it with, untill the arrival of Nigar, who, while not too knowledgeable in it, was certainly a fast learner. They spent many a lazy afternoon in the absense of Şah’s sister and Nigar’s husband playing, especially whenever Esmahan went to the palace again. „She is young.“ sighed Şah. „She needs company of girls her age. Besides, mayhaps this friendship will be of use to us? Hürrem obviously adores Mihrimah, and the girl is certainly old enough to be involved in her mother’s schemes... Well, at least that’s a possibility we must consider.“

„You don’t seem very happy about it, though.“

„Allah, would you be?“ laughed Şah bitterly.

   Nigar’s gaze trailed off around the room while Şah made her move and then drank from a glass of rose water they had on the table. „Sultana... I’ve often wondered about Esmahan name.“

„What do you mean?“

„If I may be so bold... It’s quite similar to the name pasha gave to my daughter.“

Şah’s brow furrowed. „And you expect me to explain this strange occurence?! I do not know the mind of Ibrahim pasha. Never had known...“

Nigar picked up on her sudden bout of melancholy. „Well, sultana, I don’t think anyone had. Hatice, his wife of many years, thought so – but then he became infatuated with another woman, a fact which he managed to keep secret from her for years. I also foolishly considered myself a keeper of his secrets, as if knowing one would give me a key to all the others... But obviously it didn’t, or else his abandonement would not have come as such a shock to me. Matrakçi still thinks so, but I myself am of the opinion that he is wrong as well.“

Şah’s eyes returned to the game. „And Süleyman?“

„Huh?“

„Do you think our sultan had known Ibrahim pasha?“

A sad smile appeared on Nigar’s face. „I doubt it, or else he would not have fallen for Hürrem’s lies and had him killed.“

„Perhaps. But sometimes I think that the exact reason Süleyman had Ibrahim excuted is how well he had known him.“

Nigar was shocked. „Sultana! Hopefully you are not insinuating Ibrahim pasha deserved...“

„No, no such thing!“ Şah interrupted her sharply, seemingly angry at either Nigar, or herself. „Of course he didn’t. I know of the extent of Hürrem’s malice towards him, and of sultan’s love and esteem for that vile woman. There’s no need to remind me.“

   The room then fell to silence, interrupted only by the thuds of pieces falling onto the board. „My sultana, does it bother you?“ asked Nigar in a quiet, almost intimate tone.

„What should bother me, hatun?“

„That you seemed to have very little insight into pasha’s thoughts.“

Şah squinted at her suspiciously, but Nigar’s interest appeared to be genuine. „It used to bother me greatly, when I was young and foolish. But then our aquitance had ended, and needless to say I did not come away from it with a favorable impression of him. And now... On the one hand, he loved and hurt two women, including my sister. On the other, those two women are still devoted to him to the point that convincing them of my point of view would be a doomed endeavour. And now he had been slain unjustly and my petty grievances towards him from our youth mean nothing. Ibrahim must be avenged, whether I like it or not.“

A mischievious twinkle in Nigar’s eye told Şah she was perhaps too open with her feelings. „Petty grievances?“

„That would be enough, Nigar.“ answered Şah sharply. „Or else I might just start asking you about pasha...“

Nigar seemed unbothered by this. „Sultana, I’d hardly mind if you did so. You’ve heard much at his grave, and I am perfectly willing to tell you more.“

That offer made Şah think. She was affraid of breaching the subject before out of fear of insubordination, but if she wasn’t going to ask now... „Tell me. How did it even happen, that a mere servant like you caught pasha’s eye, while he was married to the most beautiful of all sultanas at that?“

Nigar smiled in mild amusement. „You consider Hatice the most beautiful?“

Şah raised her eyebrows. „You do not? Well, I suppose it’s inevitable that you should not think of her very well in any capacity.“

„I would not dare think ill of a sultana for any reason, mylady. I am just very surprised that someone should consider Hatice more beautiful than you.“

Şah blinked sharply. „I do not have time for empty flattery, Nigar. You said you’d be happy to tell me the story of your acquitance with pasha, didn’t you? Speak, then...“

   And so she spoke. Of her professional encounters with pasha, where her feelings towards him first crossed the line of propriety, of hidden fantasies, which he was slowly made aware of (Nigar’s poetic waxing about the hands that strangled her disturbed Şah somewhat), as well as her increasing allegiance for him within harem politics, something he seemed to appreciate... Perhaps too much. Her account of the first intercourse with pasha was as shocking to Şah as it seemed to be to Nigar when it happened, and was a source of much debate between them.

„Why would pasha even do something so abominable?! Betray his sultana, a woman he loved, in her hour of need, for a plain slave woman such as yourself?“

Nigar maintained an innocuous expression on her face. „How should I know? I already told you, my sultana, I never knew the mind of Ibrahim pasha any better than you do.“

Şah pursed her lips together in erratic contemplation. „But there must a reason for this, or else I must conclude Ibrahim was merely possesed by some sort of ifrit, or perhaps a fit of madness...“

Nigar laughed. „I do not know much of the djinn and their goings on – better leave such obscure explanations for a more mysterious phenomena, I’d say. And I do not believe pasha had shown any signs of madness elsewhere in his life; truth be told, your words were almost hurtful. Sultana, do you think me so hideous that pasha must’ve lost his mind when he looked upon me with lust in is eyes?“

Şah smirked. „Looked he might, but to act upon it, and at such a precarious time for the woman he loved at that...?“ Suddenly, she laughed, with a cynical edge to her words. „As if pasha ever behaved selfishly or inconsiderately! Allah, am I being silly now!“

   Nigar seemed as if she wanted to protest, but how could she? There was nothing but truth in Şah’s words. They already finished their game, and Şah won, as she seemed to every time, so her opponent was all too eager to leave. „Anyhow. Thank you so much, my sultana, for the honour of keeping you company. When will Lütfi pasha return?“

„Come evening, I suppose. There’s no need to bother thinking of him anyway; I am the mistress of this household, and you can stay as long as I will...“

„And how long that might be?“

Şah gave her a mysterious smile. „Why? Do you have any urgent matters to attend to?“

„No, sultana. If you wish...“

„I do, in fact, wish you to stay here longer than usual. Esmahan said she’ll spend the night in the palace, and without her I must be alone in this big palace untill... Well, my husband returns.“ Her features subtly, but recognizably gave the impression that she is not exactly looking forward to it.

   And so, the two women did their afternoon prayer together, then headed to the baths, where Şah usually spent the entire interval between afternoon and evening prayer. As Şah watched Nigar disrobe, she observed her intently, hoping seeing her undressed will somehow explain Ibrahim’s sudden bout of lust that made him forget even Hatice. Hatice, the sweet. Hatice, the innocent. Hatice, the heartbreakingly beautiful, as he once described her. Hatice, who none of her sisters could compare to, especially not Şah.

   And yet, the woman he betrayed her for was an if anything even plainer version of her. True, she was not as monstrously tall as Şah and her sister, but in every other regard she rated far bellow them. Her face had the look of a miniature in it, an eastern flair that, however, didn’t make her exactly beautiful due to lack of youthfulness in her features. Really, more than anything she resembled the impoverished washerwomen and peasant wives Şah only ever saw during her charitable enterprises. Her body was no better, though overall it looked pleasant enough and probably was even desirable before it was marked by childbirth.

   Then again, Şah’s body was much the same, now that she thought of it... Which she had not for a long time. There was no need to – the only one who could’ve dared to judge her for how she looks under her dress, even in his mind, was that dolt Lütfi, and she had no reason to show herself to him anyhow. She desperately looked into Nigar’s eyes, for the first time in years feeling the sting of fear of the image other people see when they look at her. However, Nigar’s face was impassive, assuaging Şah’s shame, untill she suddenly opened her mouth. „Sultana, is there anything wrong with me? You can’t keep your eyes of me, it seems, and I don’t think you like what you see.“

Şah reflexively blinked faster than normal a couple of times. „What? Oh, no, I simply got lost in thought while looking in your direction. I did not even think of you.“ She turned away her gaze, trying to focus on undressing. „Did Ibrahim pasha ever comment on your physical features?“

„Such a strange question, sultana... Why, yes, he praised my eyes and nose, and for what it’s worth, he liked that I am quite short. Is this about your musings on his inexplicable attraction to me?“

   Her eyes. Heavens, Şah herself had the same eye colour. She had no idea about the nose – to her, it seemed quite ordinary. But perhaps it was her plainness in all regards that attracted Ibrahim to Nigar; after at all, it certainly was something he could not find in Hatice. Well, not in all regards... In looks, maybe, but otherwise she was really quite exceptional, intelligent, self-aware and quite marvelous company. In another life, she would consider her the most excellent servant, perhaps even a friend, not unlike Mercan... Still, she was not Hatice, and Şah knew of no man (except maybe that fool Lütfi) that would go for any other woman, had someone like Hatice waited for him at home. Especially not Ibrahim Pargali.

After all, in all regards, she is just me, but lesser.

   That thought scared her to death. But Şah always prided herself on not being scared to face the truth, and if her thoughts truly veered in that direction, she should ask herself why is that so. Who does Şahuban sultan consider herself to be, what does she think she is like and is that even remotely true? Ibrahim’s arrival reawakened in her deep-seated insecurities that she thought withered and died in his absence, far away in Konya where she did not need to fear any kind of judgement by virtue of being a sultana, by far the most high-ranking woman in vicinity. Such easy return to the mental histrionics of her youth disturbed her greatly, especially since they did not seem to fade with Ibrahim’s death. She needed to do something, anything to kill them, and for that she had to stop looking at Nigar as her own mirror. Perhaps if Nigar had some trait that would explain Ibrahim’s attraction to her, which Şah lacks, but does not feel inferior for lacking...

What if she is, for example, really good in bed?

   She misliked thinking of such things, but, well, it was the only explanation that would not thread on Şah’s sense of self. It must’ve been at least part of it, she was sure, because a smart man like Ibrahim would not carry out such a long affair had it not been satisfactory in at least that regard. More satisfactory than his marriage? That she could not tell; her experience with physical pleasure was admittedly quite sparse, limited to faint recollections of the first years of her marriage, when Lütfi seemed to arouse any feelings in her mostly by accident. What would it even look like for someone to choose their partners for how well they are able to please them? Şah glanced at Nigar’s unassuming figure, lounging on the marble, lost deep in thought. There was only one way to find out. „Have you and Rüstem ever... Consumated your marriage?“

„No, sultana. He seems to dislike me too much to even consider it.“

„As I thought, Rüstem is a fool.“ said Şah in a self-satisfied tone. „You have not been with a man for years, then?“

Nigar raised her eyebrows, obviously intrigued. She must’ve noticed Şah’s stares, which may even seemed to her to be lustful. „Truth be told, I haven’t thought of it much. So many things happened in that time, most of them tragic or at least unpleasant, I simply could not find it in me to be frustrated. Melancholy does that to you.“

„Melancholy? Is that what you feel?“ Şah said quietly, leaning in closer. Goodness, she could smell the woman’s body – a strange, faintly unpleasant sensation, but deeply arousing at the same time.

Nigar looked at her with knowing eyes. Clearly, there was no doubt in her mind about sultana’s intentions. „Less so in your company, I must admit.“

   A shiver came over Şah’s entire body, bolt of deep, agonizing pain, reminding her of parts she was neglecting for all those years. A decade and a half of frustration demanded satisfaction, egged on by her own curiosity and need to get rid of the thought that she and the woman next to her are all that similar. Her hand dropped down on Nigar‘s knee, and as their eyes met, Nigar did not need to be told anything to understand. Launching herself forward, she grabbed Şah’s face and kissed her like noone had kissed the sultana ever before. After a few embarassing seconds, when she didn’t know quite what to do with her lips, instincts took hold of Şah and allowed her to reciprocate. As her partner’s tongue found its way into her mouth, Şah gave off a surprised noise, making Nigar back off. Affraid of her reason getting the better of her and the sweetness inside of her discipating, Şah immediately kissed Nigar with long, indulgent brushed of her lips, her hand slowly landing on Nigar’s neck and temple. Nigar put her hand on Şah’s temple as well, tugging her partner closer and fanning the flames of her desire.

   And then she went even further. Her hand suddenly left Şah’s head and landed on her thigh, slowly venturing forward to the folds of her towel, while they continued kissing. When they finally parted, Nigar kept her head close to Şah in an intimate gesture, caressing her legs, hips and bottom. But Şah, seized by violent need, did not have patience for such pleasantries. She grabbed Nigar by the waist and pushed her body towards her own, feeling her breast just bellow her own, just as small and not firm as her own – which slightly defeated the purpose of this encounter, throwing her off balance. „Get naked.“ she whispered in her ear in a somewhat vexed tone. Nigar eagerly obliged, rising up from the marble and throwing off her towel. Şah’s gaze trailed over her body, at once with lust and an increasingly disturbing realization of how similar their bodies look. In desperation, she clinged to any and all differences between them to banish that thought – see, Nigar doesn’t look that similar, she has rounder hips, larger nipples, shorter legs and much less birthmarks than you...

   At the same time, some part of her enjoyed simply looking at her partner, drinking in every curve and irregularity in her shape. It made her shake uncontrollably, as if inflicted with fever, while on the inside of her thighs she felt a strange hot liquid flowing from inside of her. Embarassed, she spread her legs, wanting to make sure it’s not urine, which Nigar understood as a signal. She dropped to her knees right in front of Şah’s intimate parts and fearfully brought her head closer to them. Şah’s head was filled with images of Nigar kissing those parts, and she realized how badly she desires it. So when Nigar lifted her eyes to Şah‘s, waiting for a signal, sultana had no choice but to nod her head. And that was all Nigar needed to put her lips to Şah unmentionables and start licking and sucking. It mouth moved in a very uncertain matter, as if she hasn’t done it before, but saw it or at least heard it described. Of course, the slave girls, they would know, they are together every night, body to body, shoulder to should, in both baths and communal bedroom... God knows what they do there. If not Nigar herself, someone in her vicinity must’ve throughout her long service in the harem. Still, even her clumsy lips brought Şah to the brink of madness, which she could only express in blood-curdling screams. This seemed to only embolden Nigar, as she sucked on more and more hungrily, untill suddenly she stopped, leaving Şah on the brink. „Sultana, I will not finish.“

„What?!“

„I will not finish unless you promise to do the same to me.“

Her request was bold, but considering the strange situation it was pronounced in, perhaps not unwarranted. And frankly, at that point, Şah would sell her own soul for release. „Of course. Just... Please, continue!“

   If anything, the pause made the waves of pleasure return with even bigger intensity. It took only a short while for Şah to let out a final, triumphant yell, a wolf’s howl in the night, which Nigar seemed to recognize. Rising from the floor, she took Şah in her arms, as the sultana realized she was drifting off to sleep. As she softly caressed her spent partner, Nigar whispered. „Are you tired?“

Şah forced her body to tear itself from Nigar’s embrace and stand up, no matter how shaky her legs were. „Yes. And I am going to take a nap now.“

Nigar fluttered her eyelashes. „Can I lay with you?“

Another bold request only made plausible by their strange situation. Were they lovers now? Perhaps... „Of course.“ she answered tentatively.

   As she was falling asleep, Nigar’s head on her shoulder, Şah felt a sense of satisfaction – maybe later it will be complemented by guilt, more desire, or even infatuation, but those were thoughts for another, more sober time. Now, she had had a goal, and she just achieved it. For one, she knew what it feels like to make love to Nigar hatun, and why would Ibrahim crave it so. She understood why he desired her, because now Şah desired her as well, and nothing more needed to be said about that. And in this desire she found an escape from the persistent comparisons that her mind made between her and Nigar. After all, it is unseemly to seek comparisons between yourself and your lover, is it not? There is something truly abominable in desiring someone for how similar are they to yourself. Perhaps that is the source of all the shame and disgust surrounding intercourse between people of the same gender. But, Şah reasoned, all men and all women aren’t the same, so it is perfectly plausible for a person to desire one of the same gender, but otherwise as dissimilar to themselves as they come. And if Şah truly desires Nigar, it was thus an anathema to her to admit any similarities between them...

[vnatureresorts]

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Introduction:  

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[benevolenterrancy]

So about the Hogan's Heroes Dating Sim...how do you even write a story like that? I'm intrigued as to how you turn something that's more of a video game thing into a fic.

Oh yeah, no, if I actually drag this thing to completion it will straight up be a dating sim, like as in a playable game. (Well. "game".) Trying to read it like a fic would be a NIGHTMARE, like the world's suckiest choose-your-own-adventure.

For the moment I'm still writing it, but I do have a website that I think will work for coding the stupid thing into existence, it seems to have a sufficiently simple "Fisher Price My First Coding" style system in place for tech-illiterate people like me.

As for how you write it, so far it's involved a desperate stack of lined paper with a lot of diagrams, colour coded spreadsheets, and the most deranged labelling system known to man in order to keep track of all the threads...

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

So a ramble of the Izuku si Jashin AU.

Izuku’s been hearing voices rant about sacrifices to Jashin for years. And he’s got some crazy-ass luck that consistently helps him and his mom out. It's a direct like connection as in- someone sacrifices someone to Jashin and then BOOM luck. Which like gets them stuff like lottery prizes or great health care and the such.

Izuku for a while just thinks he might have a mental something, and tells his mom. She takes him in, they do a BUNCH of tests and come back to her like: Why the fuck did you think he was Quirkless?

Inko: Oh, his doctor checked his toe and there's no joint.

Specialist:... what?

Turns out that test is ten years out of date! So yay.

They learn Izuku's Quirk is he’s connected to some cult in a different dimension as their god and their sacrifices give him luck. He’s horrified by it but frankly there’s jack shit he can ACTUALLY do about it so he just kinda winces when he hears the voices and you know deals with it.

Like he can't play the lottery anymore and stuff and he's not allowed in casinos but other then that he's good. They figure out he can 'turn' it off sorta by directing the luck so Izuku likes to aim it at his mom mostly.

Because LISTEN- He hearts the various threats, prayers and MAYHEM that his cult does. Bakugou really isn't far off. It's enough Izuku goes to his mom about it.

So yeah.

They also, thanks to the insanity that is the hero world, find out Izuku is Immortal and that's just lovely. (Or well, he can't die by anything but old age they think? They dunno.)

I’m pretty sure he ends up somehow connecting to Hidan and convinces him not to kill anyone under a certain age and stuff. Also Izuku ends up somehow being transported to the Naruto world and meets Hidan, and has to prove who he is. AKATSUKI SHENANIGANS. Mostly wtf, your god is real?!

Izuku then goes back to his world. Hidan is mildly shocked Jashin is a kid but figures the world of the gods has reincarnation.

Izuku grows up knowing way to much about how to kill people thanks to this. He also may figure out how to summon Hidan but here’s a strict no killing rule and Hidan pouts but will happily fight for his god!

Izuku sets him on Endeavour. Todoroki swoons. Hidan wants to badger someone into worshiping the god of fire and ice so that his god can have an awesome god as a boyfriend.

Or bug someone into worshiping Shinsou if we go that route.

Or you know both.

Actually, like what if Deidara learns of Todoroki and latches on because super heated air getting cold causes explosions and DOES worship him. Suddenly Todoroki hears Deidara and it is scary.

Itachi secretly starts worshiping Shinsou. Or someone does and suddenly wtf.

It spreads and somehow ALL OF 1A are now gods in Naruto. How? No one knows. They blame Izuku.

Aizawa is annoyed he's the god of teaching because this Kakashi guy is annoying and really bad at it.

[espressokiri]

Heyy, I’m Muslim and I’m also a huge simp for Todoroki, Bakugo, Iida, and Kaminari. Soooo can I have them with a Muslim (possibly hijabi) s/o?

Todoroki Shoto, Bakugou Katsuki, Iida Tenya, and Kaminari Denki x Hijabi!reader

In which reader is a hijabi Muslim.

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff (literally half these ideas came from late night talks with my bestie @that-weirdo-in-the-corner)

Note: My first headcanon <3 I hope you like it!

Todoroki Shoto

We’re all aware of this mans lack of physical affection and aloof nature, along with his social awkwardness. That’s a recipe for odd encounters and hilarious misunderstandings.

This man gained interest in you when he noticed you were elegant even while in training/battles, along with your sweet nature and fashionable modest wear.

He researched about your religion and had found out that only women who are married are allowed to go out alone with their partners.

Poor boy didn’t read/research enough.

He decides to get to know you from a distance, respecting your boundaries and it wasn’t that hard to avoid physical contact as he himself was not one to initiate it.

When you did get closer and formed an emotional bond, you’ll be met with the weirdest encounter;

“Shoto, what are you doing?” You blinked, not understanding what the half-and-half male was doing bent on one knee with a ring box outside your family home.

“I read that we can only go out on dates together if you’re married.”

You want to smack your head on the wall but you were flattered at the same time.

Had to tell him that you were allowed on dates if you were chaperoned by a family member or friends.

Had Fuyumi chaperone you two, she was very delighted but had kept watch from a distance.

Shoto has the best time learning about your religion, curiously asking questions and gains a deeper understanding of how things were in your perspective.

He keeps a respectful distance even during dates, making sure he wasn’t crossing boundaries.

Would scour the whole of Japan to find halal food.

Tells you that he called Endeavour shaytaan and you choke on the water you were sipping on, laughing out loud.

Fasts with you one day and is betrayed at how full he felt after one bite.

Hands you Endeavour’s exclusive credit card for Eid.

Todoroki is just very genuine and he tries his best to keep you comfortable around him, also carries hijab pins in his backpack just in case you need some.

Bakugou Katsuki

Oh God.

Listen, he’s very respectful in his own way but it took him time to work through it with his competitive nature.

Man has done his research thoroughly and he is ready to commit.

“I can cook us a vegetarian meal that won’t be boring to the tastebuds like the crap they sell out there.”

That’s his way of asking you out, making sure his parents would be home too because he knows two people of different genders should not be left alone.

Makes the best damn vegetarian dish. Vegetarian because he has yet to figure out what halal is.

Tries to learn some words, does excellent but his way of speaking is even more aggressive than an Emirati accent. He has your Arab friends shaking in their shoes.

It’s Ramadan? Prepare for three am calls that consist of him yelling at you to get up. Yes, he breaks his sleep pattern to wake you up to eat. Yes, he makes you video call him so he makes sure you eat well and hydrate. Yes, he ends up fasting with you so you don’t feel alone. Will he tell you that? No.

Sometimes he makes Iftar for you and brings it in a bento, giving it to you after school so you can have a good meal.

Watches you with wide eyes and mouth open in shock when he sees you eating when you’re supposed to be fasting;

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO EAT YET!”

“I- I’m on my period?”

“SO?”

“We’re not allowed to fast while we’re on our period.”

He stays quiet the rest of the day.

Admires different styles of hijab you do.

Eid? He’s the best dressed alongside you. 

Bakugou would be a good partner, respectable, and tries his best to understand and make you feel comfortable in his own way.

Iida Tenya

This boy knows everything already.

Has done research the second he realized there was a Muslim classmate, and as a good fellow class president it was his duty to make sure everyone was comfortable.

Has extra scarves with a small tin full of pins for you kept under his desk in case of emergencies or if they get damaged in training (which wouldn’t happen as Hatsume had created one that would resist damage.) It was a nice thought.

He does slowly wants to get to know you more as your sweet nature made him feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Keeps a respectful distance at all time.

“Asalam Alaikum, Y/n! It has come to my attention that Ramadan is nearing soon so I have made a list of dietary necessities you may need to intake in order to help your quirk during the holy month.”

“Iida, that’s so sweet of you! You didn’t have to! Also, how did you pronounce that so well?”

“As you class president and friend, I am honoured to do such! To answer your question, I had listened to someone say it on repeat before I practiced.”

This man has every word on repeat just to soak it in his brain.

Averts his eyes even if he sees your ankle, angry at himself for accidentally glancing.

Sir, I promise it’s not a sin to look at an ankle accidentally.

Sees your Hijab bunching up and start showing bits of your neck and shoulder? Grabs the end of the scarf and pulls it down to cover again, avoiding touching your skin.

Checks the ingredients list of the snacks you’re buying for gelatine or alcohol, making sure it’s halal/vegetarian/vegan friendly.

Upset you can’t find halal gummies? This man goes online and orders a bag of certified halal sweets for you to enjoy because you deserve simple joys like this.

Makes sure you pray on time, has the MuslimPro app on his phone to keep track.

He also scrolls through the app to learn more.

Iida is a perfect gentleman and he’s also making sure that you stay spiritually on track and don’t get distracted <3

Kaminari Denki

This man is a physically affectionate person. 

He will make the mistake of bounding over to you and slinging an arm around your shoulder or pull you into a hug.

But he will learn and try to control the affectionate urges, limiting himself to hand holding if you allow it.

He thinks you look wonderful with the different coloured hijabs.

Tries making you wear a yellow and black one to match his hair.

Forgets that you can’t eat everything and anything, especially casual things like gummies.

Will apologize profusely when he realizes after you tell him it has gelatine.

Tries to stave off of gelatine infused products.

“Not even water???”

“Denki, I swear to God I’m going to smack you.”

Yes he’s that guy.

Tries fasting with you, just sleeps through the whole day till it was time to eat.

When he see’s you dozing off in class because of staying up all night either because of suhoor or special night prayers during the last ten days, he’ll zap you to keep you paying attention.

He is honestly your hype man when it comes to modest fashion, especially during Eid. This boy will dramatically kneel on the floor and look at you like you’re the light of his life.

Get’s excited when you hand him Eid money because you love him and he has cute child-like tendencies.

Tries greeting your family members, comes out as gibberish.

“Asalamasjdaskjdhashjs”

“Not quite there yet, Denki. A-plus for effort.”

He’s a fun guy who tries to better himself around you, making sure he’s aware of his actions and makes an effort to not mess up around you because he’s never felt so in love with a person as he has with you.

[gladerscake]

Blind Spots

(Gally x Reader)

Another lengthy one, because self-restraint means nothing to me. Major fluff ahead. Hope you enjoy!

Gally was back, and it was nothing short of a miracle. All this time, for the last six months, your grieving heart had wept for him, quietly, while you did your best to put on a brave facade and seem alright on the outside. You always made sure that none of your friends could see exactly how much pain you were in. They didn’t need to know. They couldn’t have done anything to change it, and their looks of pity wouldn’t have helped in the slightest. So you kept it locked away, only letting it torment you at night, while everyone else were asleep and couldn’t hear you cry.

And now, seeing him again, alive and relatively unharmed… Truthfully, you were still processing it, but even through your heavy state of shock, every fiber of your being was reeling with joy and relief. You felt a little light-headed, but in the best possible way. Feeling his muscular arms around you again, his warm embrace, looking into his piercing bluish-green eyes that shined into yours with the same undiluted love they had back in the glade… It had almost made you dizzy, and you were surprised at yourself for not having passed out - for a moment there, it felt like you might have.

You never stopped loving Gally, not for one moment. Despite having been convinced you’d never see him again, there was no force in the world strong enough to make you forget him or even begin letting him go.

Having him back filled you with a happiness you had long given up on experiencing ever again. You hadn’t felt anything close to it since the day you thought you’d lost him. The worst day of your life, your most haunting memory… No. You refused to think about it again. It didn’t matter anymore, because Gally was alive, and that’s what you needed to focus on. The light inside you, the one you thought had died with him, was flickering back to life again. It was flourishing and spreading with each passing second, as you realized you were no longer bound to imagine a future that he wouldn’t be in. The bleak and cheerless future you had laid out for yourself was rapidly dispersing before your eyes, giving way to something brighter, something much more hopeful and promising.

However, as much as you wanted to let the euphoria of having Gally by your side again consume you entirely, you knew you couldn’t. Not completely. You still had a mission, a dangerous and inordinately challenging one - rescuing Minho. You could already feel what a “fun adventure” this was going to be…

You had just met Lawrence, and although he’d initially stated that only two people were allowed to be shown the way into the city, Gally managed to bargain for three. The third one being, unsurprisingly, you. He had just got you back, and he wasn’t ready to let you out of his sight, if he had anything to say about it. Not that you minded - you had no desire to be far away from him either. You’d had more than enough of that.

“So… That’s the dead boyfriend, huh?” Brenda asked with a cheeky smile as she walked beside you, pulling you out of your thoughts. Gally was walking ahead, leading you all somewhere only he knew, as you were making sure to keep up.

“Yeah… That’s him.” You responded, keeping your voice down, a slightly dazed grin pulling at the corner of your lips. ‘Not dead anymore’ your heart seemed to whisper in utter excitement.

“He’s different from what I’d imagined!” Your dark-haired friend mused out loud, causing your brow to quirk upwards as you shot her a confused glance.

“Different how?”

“Just different…” Brenda shrugged, her smile widening before she lightly punched you in the arm. “But I’m happy for you, Y/N. Really. Most people don’t get a second chance like this.”

Your grin grew brighter, eyes landing on Gally’s broad back as your abdomen swarmed with butterflies. You were well aware of how minuscule the odds were of a past love ‘coming back from the dead’. Yet, a part of you couldn’t help but feel like, maybe, after all you and Gally had endured, you deserved that second chance.

“I know…”

Soon enough, Gally led you all into a closed-off area of the base, a rather filthy room with a large covered pothole in the middle and a ladder propped up against one of the walls. You took a moment to examine your surroundings, while the rest did the same, all exchanging equally questioning looks.

Before you could ask what this place was, you suddenly felt a large and warm hand descend onto your shoulder. There was no way for you to not know, immediately, who it belonged to. Your question died in your throat as you turned around to face him.

Gally squeezed your shoulder with as much comfort as he could manage, his bright eyes staring, deeply, into yours, making your heart leap. There was so much he wanted to do, so much he wanted to tell you and talk to you about, but the number of people surrounding you was preventing him from doing so. He so badly wanted to be alone with you. Even if just for a few minutes… All he could do was hope that there will be time for that later. You two had plenty to catch up on, and he couldn’t wait for a chance at it.

“You alright? You’re not hurt, are you?” He whispered, hoarsely, scanning you for any sign of even minor injury.

You breathed a slightly quivering chuckle, shaking your head and covering Gally’s hand with your own, the mere contact reminding you of the closeness you and him once shared… and will share again, now that he was back.

“I’m okay, definitely. Much better now…” You whispered in response, your eyes gleaming up at him. A small but sincere smile formed on his lips as he looked at you. He knew what you meant by that - he felt the exact same way. He had been afraid that after everything that’s happened, your feelings for him may have dimmed, or even worse, trickled away altogether. But with the way you were looking at him now, with such warmth and sheer affection, Gally felt those heartbreaking thoughts melt away. You still loved him. Just as much as he loved you. Even if only one person was genuinely happy to see him again, he couldn’t be more thankful that it was you.

Ignoring the presence of your friends, Gally pressed a loving kiss to your forehead. You bit down on your bottom lip, the sweet gesture almost bringing fresh tears to your eyes. However, the next moment, he drew back, gazing down at you “I’ll be right back, okay? I need to grab a couple things before we can go.”

You nodded, understandingly, giving his hand a soft squeeze before letting go “Of course.. We’ll be right here.”

Gally delivered you one more subtle smile before leaving you and the others to look around a bit.

“By the looks of it, we’re going down the bloody sewer.” Newt assumed, eyeing the pothole with slight confusion and just a hint of disgust.

“Wouldn’t be the worst place you’ve been to so far, no?” Jorge scoffed, arms folded on his chest as he stayed close to Brenda.

Frypan chuckled, lowly, glancing at the ladder “True that…”

Although most of your friends had seemingly chosen to look away and act oblivious to your and Gally’s little exchange, one person had not.

Thomas’ dark eyes darted to you, uneasily, every muscle in his body strained and jaw clenched, tensely, as he nudged you in the side.

“Y/N… Can we talk for a second?” He all but grunted, clearing his throat.

“No.” The blatant response tumbled from your lips without hesitation, despite the calmness of your tone.

You already knew what was on his mind. You didn’t want to hear it. Thomas was a close friend and very dear to your heart, but this wasn’t something he had a say in. You knew how he felt about Gally, so naturally, the thought of you two together again did not particularly thrill him. Nonetheless, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. If Thomas had a problem with it, then that’s just something he would have to learn to deal with.

“Y/N…” Thomas tried again, more insistently this time “Please…”

You felt him grip your forearm, not hard enough for it to hurt, but hard enough to let you know that he needed to speak with you, now, and he wouldn’t let go until you at least attempted to hear him out.

Drawing in a heavy sigh, you shot him a sharp pointed look.

“Fine.” You muttered, curtly. You decided you would give him a chance to just get it off his chest. Nothing he’d say could possibly change your mind, regardless.

With that, Thomas briskly slipped out of the room, as you reluctantly followed him. Once you two were a few feet away from the others, you halted to a stop, not wanting to go too far.

“Can’t imagine what’s so urgent.” You huffed, quietly, your arms crossing as you stared, expectantly, at your friend. “Well? Come on, let’s hear it.”

Thomas frowned, his features painted with exasperation “Y/N, before you go running back to him-“

“I already did.” You hastily cut him off, trying to keep your expression as placid as you could. “Thomas, there’s nothing you can do. You know how I feel.”

He grimaced, his mind refusing to wrap around it. What was it about Gally? How could you so easily forget what had happened and welcome him back with open arms?

“Seriously…? After what he did?” He stared at you in disbelief, dark brown eyes narrowing.

You gritted your teeth, staring right back at him, endeavouring to suppress your own bubbling comtempt for the subject “What happened to Chuck wasn’t Gally’s fault.”

“He shot him, Y/N!”

“It was an accident, Thomas!” Your voice had risen, finally, your hands clenching into fists. You had had this exact argument with him before and you couldn’t stand hearing it for one more second. “Whether you want to admit it or not! You were there - you know exactly what happened!”

Thomas, much to your surprise, fell silent. His mouth twitched as he looked at you as if you weren’t making any sense. Yet, deep down, even though he despised the idea of conceding, a small part of him knew you weren’t entirely wrong.

You took advantage of his silence and continued. You had every intention of standing your ground on this. “Gally never would’ve hurt Chuck! He wasn’t aiming for him! And what part of “he was stung” keeps getting lost on you? Have you forgotten what that does to a person? Because I haven’t!”

“Yeah, he was stung, but he could have-“

“No, he couldn’t have!” Your hands were practically shaking by now, a lump had formed in your throat “He wasn’t himself, he had no control over what he was doing! You just want to blame him, because it’s easy!”

Thomas glowered “I don’t get it… I really don’t, what is it about him?”

“What is it about Teresa?” You countered, not missing a beat.

At that, Thomas trailed off, the familiar pang of hurt shooting through his limbs. Something that occurred every time he thought about her, since the day of her disastrous betrayal.

You huffed, knowing you had struck a nerve, but also knowing that you were right “Come on, look at me and tell me that if she showed up right now, looked at you with those big blue eyes and told you how sorry she was, how much she regretted the whole thing, you wouldn’t immediately want her back.”

“I wouldn’t-“

“You would!” You noted the way Thomas bit the inside of his cheek, as well as the way his knuckles were already turning white. “You would, Thomas… You damn well know it.”

He shook his head, the inner conflict swirling prominently in his dark eyes as his tone dipped “She would have to do a lot more than apologize.”

“Yeah, but you still wouldn’t turn her away.” You retorted, firmly, your penetrating gaze not leaving him.

Silence. Heavy, deafening silence that spoke for itself.

Thomas remained unmoving, his shoulders sagging as he peered at you, solemnly. You didn’t break the agitated eye contact, merely taking a step back.

“That’s what I thought. I guess we both have our blind spots.”

The dark-haired boy looked away from your eyes, finding himself tragically at a loss for words. He hated that you were right. He could lie to himself all he wanted, but at the end of the day, he knew that even after what Teresa had done, he still cared for her. If he were to see her again… He highly doubted he would forgive her instantly, especially while WICKED still had Minho, but if she were to have a change of heart and choose to be on their side again… He knew he would have an agonizingly hard time discarding her.

You watched Thomas’ demeanor shift, his tense expression softening as he exhaled in defeat. Evidently the thought of trying to get you to keep your distance with Gally was no longer the dominant one on his mind. You took no joy in fighting with him, but Thomas needed to understand exactly where you stood, on all counts. You didn’t need his approval on this. You and Gally were together, and if Thomas, as your friend, couldn’t be happy for you, then the least he could was stay out of it.

“At least mine isn’t torturing our friend right now.” You gritted out, your voice barely above a whisper.

Thomas heard it clearly, though. His gaze shot up to meet yours once more, and you almost winced at the miserable glint in his eyes. You suddenly felt like you had just kicked a puppy. Was that a little harsh? Maybe. Was it accurate? Unfortunately, it was.

Still, you couldn’t help but feel bad, your compassion prevailing. You and Thomas may have had moments where you didn’t see eye to eye, but he was a good and loyal friend to you. There was no need to hit him where it hurt.

“I’m sorry…” You breathed out, giving him a forlorn, apologetic look.

Thomas only shrugged in response, eyes momentarily averting to the ground “No, you’re right. I just…” He inhaled, deeply, his hand reaching up to rub the back of his head in irritation “I just don’t want you to get hurt, that’s all.”

You delivered him a soft smile, touched by his concern, even though there was no need for it. At least not in that regard “Gally is not going to hurt me.”

Your friend responded with a tight-lipped smile that read ‘I hope that’s true’, before turning away and beginning to walk back to the room the rest of your friends were in. You were about to follow him, until… you realized how badly you needed just a few minutes alone with Gally, before you, him, Thomas, and Newt would venture into the city. You didn’t know just how dangerous the path was, and you couldn’t bear the idea of something terrible happening along the way. Sure, you could be optimistic and wait until after you all got back, but… could you? Could you really? You had missed him so much, and so far you’d only managed to say a few words to each other.

Oh, screw it. You were not asking for much. You needed it, so you were going to take it.

With a quick look-around, you turned on your heels, following in the direction you thought you’d seen Gally go. Sadly, as you reached the spot where he had disappeared from your line of vision, you had no idea where to go from there.

People were bustling all around you, some reloading their rifles, others fixing their gas masks. In one of the rebels, you recognized the guy that had stood behind Lawrence, while you all were being introduced to him, earlier. You thought his name was… Jasper? Whatever. Clearly he knew Gally, so you hoped he would know where he would have gone to.

You cleared your throat, striding up to him with as much confidence as you had been able to gather “Hi! I’m sorry, do you know where Gally’s room is? Or… wherever it is that he sleeps around here?”

The rugged man looked you up and down, a strangely amused smirk curving his slightly crooked mouth. It confused you and almost made you feel uncomfortable, but not enough to make you retreat without an answer.

“You must be the girlfriend? From the maze? The one he wouldn’t shut up about finding?” He rasped, snickering under his breath.

You relaxed, inwardly, glad that you had apparently picked the right person to ask. Also, hearing that Gally had mentioned you during his time here, undoubtedly made you smile on the inside.

“Yeah, I guess that’s me. So where can I find him?”

The rebel chuckled, pointing upwards to the corridor a level above that led to the more secluded parts of the base “Right up there, seventh door on the left.”

You muttered a quiet ‘Thank you’ before scurrying off, hoping you would, in fact, find him there. Soon, you made your way down the corridor, your gaze bouncing from one door to the next one. Five, six… seven.

Your heartbeat suddenly began quickening as you stared at the tattered, scratched-up door in front of you. You allowed yourself to take a deep breath before finally knocking.

“Yeah?”

You exhaled in relief, a smile instantly making its way onto your lips. Gally’s voice. He was in there.

“Gally…? It’s me. Can I come in?”

After a short pause, he replied.

“Of course. I’m just about done here.”

You pushed the door open with a slight ‘creak’, and there you were met with a sight that brought a burgeoning blush to your cheeks. Gally’s bare back was turned to you as he was changing, about to reach for a grey hoodie that was draped over an old wooden chair. You could see his toned muscles tensing, every crevice generously offered to your view, as you felt your face grow hotter. He looked even stronger than he did back in the glade, his form even more glorious than you remembered it.

You didn’t get to remain in your trance for too long though, as Gally slipped the hoodie over his head and turned around to face you, a loving grin playing at his lips.

“How’d you know where to find me?” He arched a curious brow, making his way over until he was standing right in front of you.

You smiled and took a step closer, minimising the distance between the two of you and gently taking his hand in yours. Your fingers interlocked perfectly, like puzzle pieces. “Jasper told me.”

Gally chuckled at that, eyes widening in slight surprise “You know his name?”

You shrugged “I pay attention.”

His grin widened, warmth filling his eyes as he gazed down at you, giving your hand a tight, grounding squeeze “You always have.”

Your heart raced faster as you raked your gaze over every feature of his face, each faint freckle on his cheeks, his plump lips, his vibrant eyes… You couldn’t help yourself as you threw your arms around him, Gally not wasting a second in wrapping you up in his strong embrace. He held you so fervently, so close to his body, you thought he was almost lifting you off the ground. So many emotions swirled between you two - the relief of both of you somehow having survived every hardship up until this point, the joy of having found your way back to one another, the desperate urge to never let go of each other again, the fear of somehow getting separated along the way of whatever came next. You felt a small shudder pass through your body as you clung to him for dear life, tucking your head into the crook of his neck.

“I’ve missed you… Gally, I’ve missed you so much…!” You uttered on half a breath, succumbing to the compelling warmth that emanated from him.

“I’ve missed you, too, Y/N… More than anything.” He whispered so close to your ear, his arms around you tightening as he slowly rocked you from side to side, making sure you felt how much he meant it.

Tears were beginning to well up in your eyes, in spite of your best attempts at keeping them at bay “I’d spent months thinking you were… Dead… I-I thought it was over, you were gone, I’d never see you again…!”

Gally released a fervid sigh, at last picking you up and allowing you to wrap your legs around his midriff as he nuzzled his face into your shoulder “I know, baby, I know… But I’m okay, I’m right here. And you are, too…”

You stifled a sob, pressing your slightly trembling lips to his temple, basking in the feeling of his heated breath fanning your skin “I’m scared I’m gonna wake up any moment, and you won’t be there. It’s already happened too many times…”

“Won’t happen this time. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere, Y/N…” He promised, lifting his head from your neck so that he could meet your glimmering eyes “I’m not gonna screw it up twice.”

You let out a quivering breath as you gazed into the eyes that reflected all the unyielding love you harbored. Every nerve in your body pulled you into Gally, every thump of your heart resonated within him as he held you in his arms. This was the feeling you thought had been lost forever to you. Something so powerful and burning that no other force could compare to it. He was the piece of your heart that had been ripped out all those months ago, the piece that was now being graciously returned to its rightful place.

With a tenderness no one else but you has ever shown him, you cupped his face in between your soft palms and leaned in, your lips pressing fully and ardently against his.

The long-overdue kiss instantly clouded Gally’s senses, his heart hammering against his rib cage as his lips reciprocated, moving against yours with enough passion and longing to make your head spin. Your legs tightened around his midsection as his left hand moved lower to grasp at your hip, endeavouring to bring you even closer, as if that was possible. Gally swallowed the soft whimper that escaped you as he kissed you deeper, all his conscious thought paralyzed by the enrapturing sensation of your lips on his. He didn’t believe anything in the world tasted sweeter. He had spent countless nights dreaming about the day he would get to do this again. And now that he had you back, just like this, so close, so yearning, so thoroughly his… he wished it would never end.

Your fingertips threaded through the short sandy strands of his hair, your body feeling weightless, almost floating. You bit back a mewl as Gally’s hand reached up to your face, his calloused fingers brushing your cheek and trailing down your neck in a feather-light caress. Every bit of your skin felt so sensitive to his touch. After a few more blissful seconds, you finally broke away from his lips, both of you panting heavily, catching your breath from the heavenly feeling of your kiss.

Gally rested his forehead against yours, his mouth still mere inches away from your own “I’m never losing you again… Never, you hear me?”

You nodded, frantically, holding onto his neck with both hands, his closeness filling you with a searing light. It exhilarated you, made you feel like you could do anything, overcome anything, as long as you two were together.

“Sounds good to me…”

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[astrowithkaro]

I love your birthday series! Could you do July 6th please?

Language Of Birthdays: July 6 - Cancer

The Day Of Magnetic Desire

Those born on July 6 are invariably involved in relationships and careers where there is a mutual attraction/magnetism working with the object of their desire. There is a fatalistic cast to the lives of July 6 people in that life decisions sometimes seem less like choices than inevitabilities for them.

The passion shown by July 6 people toward their fixation, whatever it happens to be may seem unalterable once set, particularly in their younger days. Indeed, for July 6 people, the emotional motivation to do something can override consideration of an endeavor aforethought and make for a kind of fait accompli. For example, they may get it into their mind that they must have another person as a lover or friend. Or perhaps they are possessed of a desire for a prize, award, career or office. It is also possible that they are magnetically drawn to money or sex, independent of any specific object or person.

The dangers of these magnetic desires to the July 6 person are manifold. The shock, disappointment and grief attendant to losing the object of their desire can be catastrophic, and if, indeed, they have put all of their eggs in one basket, they may have ignored or overlooked some more obviously sensible object for their affections or ambition, even for years. Later they may become bitter on the subject and be filled with regret. If more general areas (like sex and money for example) are the object of their desire, they will of course come into contact with all kinds of human energy, both positive and negative. Those born on this day who surrender body and soul to desire may compromise their ideals, self-interest and even self- respect as they become entangled repeatedly in unhealthy relationships.

Though maturity may come at a considerable cost, most born on this day eventually learn through experience to weigh the advantages and disadvantages of an endeavour or conquest before setting their sights on it. More highly evolved July 6 people realize that desire in itself can be positive but that attachment to objects and a refusal to let go can be very destructive. These more advanced individuals understand that one must keep moving on in life, not getting stuck, obsessed, dependent, and mired in one's emotions. They will use their magnetic abilities to further their personal growth, learning, consciousness and spiritual outlook.

Having the inside track on magnetic desire, July 6 people face great challenge and responsibility. The principal lesson they must learn is to treat each day, each moment, each person with whom they interact, with care and kindness, rather than devoting all their energy to a single object of desire (which ultimately leads to jealousy, envy, possessiveness and all sorts of frustrations). Best of all, those born on July 6 may find that dropping obsessiveness for a lighter, more well-rounded approach to life can prove to be like trading in a heavy burden for new-found joy.

Strengths:

Attractive

Intent

Involved

Weaknesses:

Obsessive

Stuck

Addictive

Advice

July 6 people periodically need time off from their work and relationships to be alone, in order to develop self-control and awareness. As described, those born on this day manifest a kind of addictive behaviour to life in general, so of course they must avoid habit-forming drugs of all sorts. They must also beware of food and drink addictions, or worse yet harmful starvation diets in which they deny themselves essential nutrients. If possible, they should eat a well-rounded, balanced diet and not get stuck in any food obsessions or fetishes.

Learn to move on

Keep your mind open to new experiences and change

Develop your willpower and insight in order to withstand addictive or harmful temptations

Enjoy yourself in an easy way

Keep it light

[starksvixen]

(LTI) Chapter 1: We Meet Again

Summary: An old alumni convinces you to return to UA. Your job? Train the next generation of heroes. But on your first day, old demons resurface.

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead) x Fem!Reader (Illusionaire)

Quirk: Telepathic Illusions, Memory and Conscious Manipulation

Warnings: Hard angst to fluff, death, traumatic past, happy ending

A/N: This is a short chapter compared to some of my other work so I apologize! The next chapter will be a lot better, pinkie swear.

You lean against the rubble as the sound of sirens and soft chatter breaks up the dusty air. The pounding in your head is persistent, the burn of leather against the calluses of your hands intensifying the aches.

"This isn't the last you'll see of me! I'll make sure of it!"

Glaring at the villain being hauled off into the back of a cop car, you shakily stand up and walk over to the group of heroes that aided you in the attack. Of course, Number One was there, his flames radiating off of him, your hood from your suit trapping the heat in your face. Hawks kept chatting his ear off, seemingly still full of energy. But one young man caught your eye. Green hair and a nervous smile, a power that reminded you of only one person.

All Might.

"I see you've met my protege, Midoriya,"

Turning around, you can't help the smile forming on your face. Even in his weakened state, the arms that quickly wrapped around you were still as strong.

"Long time no see, Toshinori," you say with a grin.

"Likewise. It's not easy to track down Illusionaire now is it?"

"Well, that makes sense since after she graduated UA she spent time in the mountains learning samurai-like skills to aid her in battle since her quirk isn't strong like All Might's or Endeavour's. That's how she's the fifth top hero and the new leader of Nighteye's agency." Midoriya mumbles to himself.

Both you and Toshinori stare at the young one in shock at his knowledge, you more than the retired pro. However, at the mention of Nighteye, your head bows low in grief, the spunk keeping your shoulders up causing them to drop dramatically. He walks away, embarrassed by his actions, choosing to talk to what looked like one of his classmates.

"It looks like the villain attacks are getting closer and closer to UA," you mumble as you slowly look up again.

"You're right. While our security systems are strong, one day they won't be able to protect our students."

"Well, thankfully most of the teachers are retired or active pros. They're in good hands."

"We could use the element of surprise. A pro hero in our walls that can hear dangerous thoughts before the acts happen."

You whip your hood off and look at All Might with wide eyes.

"You want me to work at UA?!"

He laughs hard at your reaction, his hand ghosting over his wound as he slowly calms down.

"Yes. You could help train the students. They need to be strong both mentally and physically on the field. We need you, (Y/N)."

A sigh tickles your lips as you look at the destruction around you. So many heroes who began teaching disappeared from the field, good ones too. Some that would have ended this battle before it even started. Plus, you had the agency to think about now. Sure you had many within its walls that could keep it running, but the pressure was still there as the leader. With a moral tug of war playing between your head and heart, a firm hand grasps your shoulder.

"You know, not all pros who choose to teach leave the field. I mean Ai-"

You tense up immediately, your jaw automatically clenching.

"Don't say his name..."

"Sorry, certain pro heroes protect the city at night and help with major battles while also teaching. You don't have to leave what you love."

Looking at young Midoriya, you knew you had already decided. The next generation of heroes needed you.

"When do I start?"

-~-

Quietly perched hidden in the rafters of the training arena, you cock your head softly to one side as you listen to Class 1A begin to shuffle in.

"I remember meeting Ms. (L/N) on the battlefield before but she may have other tricks up her sleeve. I need to watch her closely, make sure to only use 5% so I can learn more about her fighting style."

"When will these extras shut up?! And where even is this teacher so I can kick her ass?! Not like she can beat the most powerful person in this stupid class?"

"I wonder if I should try that new cold soba place down the street..."

"Mr. Aizawa is not going to be happy if we continue to act like this in a new teacher's class. But how do I rally them?"

The name sends shivers up your spine, your head tilting more to one side as your jaw clenches tight. Slowly you push your head into a normal position, looking for the boy who claimed to be the strongest. As you see him enter the room, you tiptoe across the rafters until you stand directly above him.

Letting gravity take control, you drop from the rafters, landing on the top part of your feet to stay quiet. A cocky grin etches its way across the kid's face. But before he can make a sound, you lay your hand on his head, completely taking control of his brain.

He put up a good fight, that's for sure. However, it didn't take much push from you until his brain was like putty in your hands.

"So this is your strongest classmate?"

Everyone jumps up, a few students screaming out of fright including a certain purple shortie.

Looking towards the young man with red and white hair, you cock your head, prodding at his subconscious. His duel-coloured eyes glare into yours, mental walls being built just as fast as you take them down. With a smirk, you retreat.

"You show promise," you roll your neck as you lift your hand off the other boy, him falling to the ground a drooling mess.

"Um, Ms. (L/N)? Will he be okay?" a purple-haired young man asks.

"Besides a hurt ego? Yes, he will be,"

Pulling your hood off, you smirk at the rest of the class as their eyes go wide in shock.

"Illuminaire?!"

"Damn..."

Clenching your jaw at the familiar voice in your head, you quickly turn and glare at the raven-haired sensei.

"Don't forget who you're around and keep your thoughts to yourself."

He keeps his disinterested face as per usual, but you know if you went poking in Aizawa's head you would find nerves engulfing him.

"Don't forget, you're only a trainer. I'm the teacher here."

"Well, what a great job you're doing Aizawa! I could take your class down in seconds."

"You're a pro and they're still kids-"

"Kids training to be pros, Eraserhead!"

He swallows just a bit, shoving his hands into his pockets as he returns a disinterested stare to your glare.

"Now...if you'll excuse me, I have training to do. Go back to grading papers, teach."

A few ooos echoed throughout the crowd, a crimson glare of the kid you had under your control amongst them.

"Alright, class! The first lesson," you slowly pull out your katanas and roll your shoulders, slowly tilting your head to the side. "How to keep a telepath out."

[squishytenya]

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 - 𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢

‘Can i get some dating headcanons for Enji because i know he's hated alot but there isn't enough fluffy stuff with him and it makes me sad’

Parings: Enji Todoroki (endeavor) x reader

Warnings: mentions of therapy, reference to the todoroki situation, me making fluff out of a generally hated character

Firstly, this man is not dating anyone without getting therapy first, he doesn’t want to hurt anymore people than he has 

He learns to take responsibility and recognise when his actions are toxic and hurt other people

It took him time but he got there eventually and you make him the happiest he’s ever been

I feel like his regret over Rei and what happened caused him to want to actually look for love and not quirk compatibility, so he is truly in love with you even if he isn’t the best at showing it

This also caused him to be terrified of losing you and this means he is rather protective over you but not to the point of being controlling, he knows better than that now

Protectiveness also translates into having a piece of you touching him at pretty much all times when you're together

Sitting at a hero gala? His hand is in yours, squeezing for reassurance

Honestly, he probably still gets nervous at those things because he doesn’t have the confidence that Toshinori did about being number 1 so those hand squeezes are more for him lmao

Probably knows nothing about normal dating so he gets what he can from movies and advice from Fuyumi (who thinks it’s nice how much her dad cares for you)

No matter how long you guys date, he will give you flowers every single time you have a date whether it’s somewhere fancy or if you guys are just having a movie night

I feel like he has a very certain picture in his head of a date, typical restaurant and flowers that ends with a glass of wine at his house etc etc

So any creative dates would be 100% your idea

Oh my god imagine taking big band endeavour star gazing or to sit on the roof and eat junk food he would be so awkward 

He isn’t the best at verbal affection and has never really dated for love before so expect to be shocked and blushy every time he compliments you 

Which he hasn't quite gotten the hang of yet, but he’s getting there...slowly

The longer you guys dated, the more he would have at home dates rather than taking you to a restaurant

Like cooking with him or watching movies while curled up together

He spoils the hell out o you because he is insanely rich, he tries to be inconspicuous but he really isn’t

Wake up one day to find out all of your loans have been paid off? Nope Enji knows nothing about it 

He loves having you in his lap

Not in public, he’s too scared for that, but in the comfort of his own home you are going to be in his lap pretty much whenever you’re sat down

Hooks his chin on your shoulder to see the tv/book he’s reading while also cuddling you

Now enji is a big boy, just a super buff man (i mean he is the top hero so like??? Duh but still)

So cuddling would be an experience with him, you may have to convince him at first but he would grow to love it

He likes it because it makes him feel strong, like he can protect you and be your hero even if you aren’t in any danger

When you cuddle he is mostly the big spoon because, I reiterate, he’s built af

But sometimes if he’s feeling down about something or he’s injured, he likes to have you lay on to of him with your head in his neck so he can be settled by the feeling of your breath 

You know he has the biggest most extra bed you have ever seen like just stay with him in it all day

When you first start dating he tends to sleep either facing away from you or spooning you

But as it progresses, you learn he likes to face you and hold you against his collarbone or chest so he can fully encase you with his body

He has so much affection he wants to give you but doesn’t fully understand his feelings so he struggles a lot

A lot of walls are there that he built up but it’s about time someone took them down properly

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