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rodricksfilipinagf · 23 days ago

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first day.

fluff‐parents au. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ preschool teacher!nanami. our little sunshines go to school ! for more info/context, read nanami's part in the masterlist :)

little sunshines au

nanami stands by the gates, observing and greeting everyone with a smooth 'good morning'. he's already making mental notes about each kid, their behavior during drop-off, and who their parents and siblings are.

there are lots of new faces, but most of these new alumni are related to kids he's already familiar with.

he sees the gojo sons walk in with matching 'Nemo' backpacks, and the youngest, with his red-rimmed eyes, clutches his brother's hand tightly.

a crier, he notes.

but before he can keep watching them, he feels a little one hug his legs with all their might.

"nanamin! meet my babies!"

with a small smile and raised brows, nanami crouches down to yuuji's height. he notices a boy and a girl who look incredibly alike, staring at him with curious eyes.

"hello." he waves at the twins before turning back to yuuji. "are they your cousins?"

"they're my babies!" little yuuji yells excitedly, running over to the kids and grabbing the girl's hand. "uncle 'kuna says I'm not their uncle! but I am! and-and cho–"

"good morning." megumi greets nanami politely, interrupting yuuji's rambling. he has a small girl holding his hand—his younger sister, nanami recalls as megumi pecks the top of her head. "my baby."

nanami can't help but let out a chuckle. "oh? you come with a baby of your own, too?"

the itadori twins can't keep their eyes off of the zenin toddler, the extroverted girl already showing them the glittery nail polish on her fingernails.

"why don't we put those backpacks away?"

nanami faintly hears the geto twins chatting with tsumiki right outside their classroom while the gojo kids chat between themselves. and after realizing he has almost the entire preschool surrounding him, he rises back to his full height and offers them a gentle smile.

and that's how nanami kento starts his day, with a small army of kids that look like baby ducks following after him.

ten minutes earlier.

GOJO FAMILY

"why is he cryin'?"

your five-year-old tilted his head in confusion while your youngest clung onto you desperately, his wails catching the other kids' attention and threatening to start a chorus of crying children.

"baby, mama promises you'll be veeeeery happy at school." you wiped his tears, smiling and ignoring the lump in your throat. "you're gonna make new friends, you're gonna play, eat yummy food. and when I come back, you'll tell me aaaall about it!"

you were met with a pout and baby blue eyes staring pleadingly at you. so you decided to try a different approach.

"let's make a deal." you grabbed his hands and pressed a soft kiss in his palms. "if you stay here and behave like the good boy you are, I promise to take you to the aquarium."

he perked up instantly, even with his little chest heaving with hiccups. "fishies?"

"yup, we can go see the fishies."

without a second thought, your son wiggled out of your grasp and walked away, only waving his little hand behind him as he joined his brother.

"buh-bye!"

ZENIN FAMILY

"daddy?" your daughter's eyes met your husband's in a classic puppy eyes look. "go with me?"

"no, princess." he brushed her soft hair, his voice surprisingly tender while he crouched down to her eye level. "daddy can't go with you."

she remained silent, playing with the fabric of his shirt between her little fingers as she seemed to be pondering what to do next. your husband braced himself for the tantrum that for sure would follow, something he learned to expect when she didn't get her way.

"okie. bye, daddy!"

his jaw dropped and he swears he could feel his heart break.

ITADORI FAMILY

"nanamin is the best teacher!" sukuna found it both impressive and irritating how yuuji could talk about everything and anything. even as he struggled to climb down the car and put his gigantic backpack on, he wouldn't stop talking. "we dwaw a lot, and we... and we, uhhh, we use cwayons. and we–"

"colors!"

your son yelled excitedly, his cheeky smile making him look like an exact mini version of sukuna.

"nami?" your daughter tried the name on her tongue while allowing you to guide her to the gates. her eyes watched yuuji rush to a man, and it clicked instantly. "nami..."

"someone has a crush already~" you murmured towards your husband, gushing over the interaction of your little girl and the kind teacher welcoming them.

but sukuna had already made up his mind.

"fuck no."

GETO FAMILY

"I don't want him to go to school."

your husband's sudden words made the three of you turn to look at him. each twin had their hand on yours while suguru had the baby attached to his chest thanks to the baby carrier.

"like, ever." suguru continued, patting the baby's tummy and smiling proudly. "I'll teach him everything he needs to know, and he'll be my pupil."

and at that moment, your son's face scrunched up in disgust, bursting into a crying fit five seconds later.

"I don't think he agrees."

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rodricksfilipinagf · 23 days ago

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❝AYY, FUCK YO IG, I PUT SOMETHIN' ON YO SONOGRAM— I'M THE MAN.ᐟ❞

─•──── FARMHAND!TOJI X BIMBO!READER

꥟ summary: farm au. you and toji can't keep your hands off each other since he first turned you out in the barn and he's determined to put a baby in you ASAP! ꥟ wc: 2088 ꥟ a/n: I had to do something for my mans for his bday and I MADE it in my time zone at least (pst) FarmHand!Toji just comes so easy to me.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY TOJI.ᐟ

[ read p1: here ]

FarmHand!Toji who after the first time fucking you senseless in the barn can't keep his hands off of you. God, it's so hard for him to get any chores and shit done when your young tight cunny spreads so willingly for him.

Out in the pastures, the herd of cows block the distant view of the both of you from the farm. Making it the perfect location for Toji to freely fuck you sloppy like you've been pouting for all morning.

Wanting to tease his sweet lil' Bunny, Toji would have made you wait even longer (so he could do a bit of actual work) but you always kept him on his toes. You were so much of a brat you pushed limits with him constantly.

This time your achieve your naughty goal by flashing him your pantyless pussy.

"Whoops, must have forgot to put some on this morning! I'm so silly huh, Daddy?"

You bat your lashes and sway your jiggling hips so innocently. Like the hot sun wasn't glistening off the gooey slick drenching your puffy pussy lips —it was fucking obscene.

Obviously, Toji is hard instantly but you still needed to be taught a lesson and he'd yet to keep his promise of 'fucking some manners into your haughty cunt.'

You clearly still didn't know how to act.

What with his lil' Bunny skipping around the farm all morning bare assed and so nonchalantly too?

How many times does he have to remind you he'd kill someone over you?

No one else was allowed to see what belonged to him alone...

Jealous as hell, Toji angerily snatches you up as you squee in excitement finally getting what you'd been craving. Easily flipping you over, Toji's large muscular arms drapes you over the old wooden fence like you were a mere feather.

The fact that Toji was supposed to be patching up said fence, not causing further structural damage from how hard he was about to tear your ass up is not lost on him. He simply just can't bring himself to give a fuck at the moment, not when you get him so riled up like this. Pushing your thin white sundress up your back, Toji doesn't even need to prepare you before he ruts into your heated core. Honestly, it didn't take Toji long at all to mold your pretty lil' pussy to the shape of his stocky girth. Your wet warm hole welcomes him back eagerly like it was his home. The pull of that creamy cunny of yours sucking him deeper to the hilt—even before his own hips could shealth himself fully inside—shit.

"That's a good girl bunny, that pussy opens up so good f'er me now, n'—HELL... She's just as fuckin' tight too."

Pistoning forward, Toji doesn't waste time with warming you up with slow strokes.

Not when you act out like this.

He knows once you get this way you are practically begging for him to pound you rough, deep and fast.

True to the nickname he bestowed you Bunny, you wanted him to fuck you stupid like one daily. Demanding Toji's hefty cock be plunged into your cunt during all hours of the day—especially at night.

Your slutty pussy was so hungry for his dick stretching her, you even foolishly volunteered the farm's security codes to Toji. Meaning he could slip not only in and out of your room at night —but the farm entirely. This was excellent for the illegal business he was forming under the cover of the farm.

Little risk of getting caught now too.

That old farmer slept like the dead and he'd been able to bribe the less than scrupulous night security workers.

Heh. Smuggling contraband in now was a breeze.

But in order for his plan to be put fully in motion he needed to knock you up quickly. Cumming in your quivering pussy 3-4 times a day was a necessity and Toji was more than up for the task.

He needed a baby in you yesterday.

And yet the way your greedy pussy hungered for him, strangling his length every time you came on his cock for the nth time made him think she secretly wanted to be a mommy too —you were the only one who didn't know that yet. You milked him so well like you were made for Toji to breed you —just waiting all this time for his nefarious ex-con cock to destroy you.

Toji grunts escalate as the old fence creaks and shakes from him brutishly bullying himself further into your guts. You moan deeply with every maddening thrust of his pelvis forcing his thick meaty cockhead to kiss your womb.

"Shiiit..Mmmm—OOOH!" The rebound of your plump ass ripples against his pelvis and Toji thinks its his favorite sight in the world. Both hands on your hips, Toji digs crescents into your flesh as he drives him into you over and over, deeper and deeper. The vulgar noises of moist skin slapping echo from your bodies —bodies which only get hotter and wetter under the oppressive heat of the sun and it's all so intoxicating. Your chest heaves as you take desperate breathes, your lungs struggle to even expand with how roughly Toji plowing into you.

There's nothing you can do but dangle there and let Daddy Toji use you like he wanted—not that you would have it any other way, loving when his cock purees your mind into just as much of the sloppy mess as your pussy. Toji could tell by your cries too just how your ass liked to be ferally manhandled like you were one of these barn animals.

"Yeah that's right my slutty brat 'moo' louder f'er Daddy while ya squirt on his cock. Ya wanna let this whole farm know who's making you feel this good, huh ma?"

You whine at Toji likening your pleasure filled sobs to that of cow noises but you're needy 'lil cunny only squeezes him tighter —just as he knew she would. Toji knows how much you like him talking crazy to you when he's fucking you six ways to Sunday, balls smacking your clit.

Thankfully no one could actually hear you from way out here. Meaning he was free to spew all kinds of nasty shit into your ear drawing even more slobber from your swollen pussy lips. It only made you hotter on the inside your mind only focusing on his debased dirty talk and the drag of his cock against your g-spot —Toji was hitting it perfectly from this angle. "Ya know ya fuckin' suck at milking cows but this juicy pussy? She sure knows how t'milk a cock like its 'er job." And it would be your job too if Toji had any say. Fuck going back to school at the end of summer and fuck getting a career. You didn't need to do anything but lay on your back and let Toji do the rest. Heh, you wouldn't be able to do much else but be on your back once you started growing his kids inside you anyway. He'd keep you nice n fucked out to the point you'd almost stay pregnant.

Spanking your ass harshly, the sting fills fresh tears on your already bleary eyes. You squeak between your pitchy moans as your pussy weeps so much of your arousal around your sex and down your thighs the squelchy gurgles of your creamy cunt are heard throughout the field.

"S'gudddd Daddy! HAH—HARDER!!"

You really are the perfect slut for him. Wanting him to go harder?

Could you even handle that?

As your reward Toji gifts you another spank, shaking the fence entirely now as it sways on its exposed hinges. It's a miracle it's still standing.

But Toji was determined to have you all for himself, to have everything —you, the farm, a wife —to bring Megumi here away from his twisted ass family so you could be the mother he never had. Thoughts of domesticating you makes him want to bust in you even more as he chases his release.

Wrapping an arm around your middle Toji lifts you so he can thumb at your clit. The rough pad of his thickest digit scrapes over your bud sending rapid tingles through your body that has drool pouring out of your mouth and cunt. "Daddy's gonna put his milk in y'er tummy, yeah Bunny? Tell me ya want it slutty mama —beg me f'er it."

But you can't beg, you can't do anything but ride the rapturous wave of pleasure radiating from your core as you squirt on his cock like a good Bunny. Your orgasm following soon after with enough force from erratic rhythm of spasms in your walls to make Toji spurt is scorching seed inside you. Filling your womb as you purr from the sensation.

Toji bites harshly down on your shoulder —another mark you'd have to hide from your uncle —who thought you were just a rather clumsy girl getting so many marks on you from your farm chores.

Slicked in sweat and your gushy pussy's fluids Toji slumps forward still inside you, his entire weight bearing down on you.

"T-Tojiiiii!" You whine in that pretty, utterly angelic way Toji usually can't resist but he had to keep his cock plugged in you a bit longer if he wanted a baby in you by the end of the month. He eases up a bit though, rubbing your sore ass cheeks and murmuring something about 'when he finally gets to use your ass' as his thumb ghosts aimlessly over your puckered hole.

When Toji finally pulls out of you, you're barely standing. Slumping your elbows on the fence, your hips went a bit numb from being folded like a pancake over the rough wood fence with a big man like Toji putting his weight on you.

Truthfully, Toji didn't even want to pull out. He could go a few more but you need to get back to the farm soon before your uncle came around looking. He'd question you if you kept missing lunch everything.

As if you could read Toji's thoughts you pipe up, voice a bit hoarse already from all your moaning. "I told my uncle I'd probably walk to the lake again today. So he won't be expecting me back until the evening, you know..." After enough feeling returns to your lower body you push off the fence and prance over to a nearby tree at the edge of the clearing. Pulling off your dress fully you lay it down on the lush green grass in the shade. Fully nude, the sun peeks through the shade's leaves, decorating your skin in its shadowed rays.

You stretch like a cat on your makeshift dress-blanket. Spreading your legs wide and arching, you gaze over to Toji from under your babydoll lashes. He's already on his way over to you. "Looks like I'm your lunch today Daddy... c'mon n' eat me up before I get cold."

Oh you didn't know what you fucking did to him... or maybe you did?

You were clever sure but all reason flew out the window when it came to Toji from the minute he first jammed his cock into your lewd sappy cunt.

Heh, you wanted FarmHand!Toji to ruin you? Well little did you know that's exactly what he planned to do anyway— trap you, and ruin your life and that pussy of yours at the same time.

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Back on farm an old dusty white bus stops at the gate.

A lone prisoner exits, a man accused of being a serial killer— 27 victims all skinned and gutted mercilessly like fish in under two years.

However, the man has always protested his innocence.

The evidence at best was circumstantial, with a conviction based solely off of a lone witness who was later proven to be unreliable. As a result the appeal of his life sentence is currently in process, much to the excitement and anger, respectfully, of both his many supporters and detractors.

Yet the way his P.O. comically cowers is a stark contrast to the vibe of the prisoner. The tall, well built convict appears calm, somber even.

This was really the man that killed 27 people?

His eyes survey his surroundings with the hesitant curiosity of a puppy—nothing like the dangerous threat the courts or his P.O. make him out to be. Handed over into your uncle's care, the flighty P.O. quickly gets back on the bus, signalling the driver to get ghost quickly as if your uncle would change his mind at the last minute.

Your uncle on the other hand isn't intimidated at all by the notorious, supposedly innocent, pigtailed cold blooded killer. "Welcome to the farm, son. Like I tell everyone, just do as your told and stay outta trouble —you'll do fine I reckon. Don't fuck this up now, boy. In your case especially, this is the chance to prove yourself worthy of an appeal or its back to solitary for life Choso Kamo."

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꥟ a/n: oh hehe, i wonder what will come of toji's plan now that Farmhand!Choso has arrived 😈😩? Also y'all think he's innocent or guilty? 💕🤭 tysm for reading! lol idk if i end up writing more of this but this is my no pressure, for fun project (i whipped this up in like 3 hrs so whether i will or when it will come out i can't say~ i already have sm on my plate but farmhand!toji is special to meee and its his bday so had to run it back on him. i may come back edit this since i was rushing sorry for any mistakes! reblogs and comments appreciated!

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rodricksfilipinagf · 23 days ago

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more to love - toji fushiguro

summary: toji loves a curvy woman and isn’t shy about it

warning: nsfw, curses, praise kink, dom!toji, chubby reader, body worship, afab reader, mention of female anatomy, mention of cunnilingus, backshots, petnames, spanking, booty rubs, fluff, smut, overstimulation

toji has always been a man who knows exactly what he likes, and when it comes to women, curves are at the top of his list. he’s noticed the weight you’ve put on recently and how your clothes hug you more than usual. when you’re near him, the way your curves catch his gaze doesn’t go unnoticed. every time you walk by, he can’t help but let his eyes roam over you, savoring the shape of your body, the way your hips sway and how your curves fit perfectly in the clothes you wear

toji can't help but bring you into his lap when you walk past him in your– now form-fitted– pajama pants. “you’ve been filling out, huh?" he asks as he gropes your thighs. everywhere i look, you’re getting even softer. these pants fit you perfectly now”.

toji's touch becomes more insistent. he’ll slide his hands under your shirt to feel your stomach pudge, loving how soft and squishy it is. “so pretty, mama. can’t get enough of you”

toji isn’t shy about making you aware of his appreciation for the changes in your body. the softness, the fullness—it’s all his to claim. the way toji touches you—unapologetically, with no room for shame— makes you feel so sexy. while you straddle his lap, his touch is possessive as he feels your hips, your stomach and your back rolls. “fucking perfect” he growls as he takes greedy handfuls of your ass

toji likes to absentmindedly rub comforting circles on your butt as you lay with him. you’ll be watching tv, laying on his chest and slowly falling asleep as he softly rubs you there. it's more of a comfort thing for him.

toji likes to take a nap on your stomach since he claims it’s the perfect pillow. he also is a sucker for your thighs and often rests his head against one as he cuddles your leg. when you run your fingers through his hair, he’s done for– falling asleep almost instantly every time

toji in the bedroom is another beast, and there’s no question where his hands will wander. he’ll make sure that ass is front and center, exploring, groping, teasing, and worshipping. toji will pull you into him, sliding his hands over her curves, especially when you’re bent over for him. he likes the control he has when his hands are on your hips, guiding you, making you move to his rhythm. he'll give you a few sharp smacks, especially if you’ve been teasing him with your movements.

toji’s hands splay over your skin as you arch for him. he moves to caress the curve of your lower back before sliding lower, over the swell of your hips. he leans down, his chest brushing against your back as his lips press a searing kiss to your shoulder. “you feel so fucking good” he moans low and husky. his lips trail down your spine, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the way. his teeth graze your skin, playful and teasing while his hand slides over your stomach to hold you steady. “stay just like that” he commands softly. the way he holds you, the way he presses into you—it’s all-consuming. he knows exactly how to take his time, alternating between rough and tender, making you dizzy.

toji's backshots are mean. the grip on your waist is harsh as he lets out a low groan. his eyes lock on where you two meet and he’s almost hypnotized by the way your skin ripples under his movements. he feels too good that you can’t help but squirm in his grasp. “uh uh, c’mere” he mutters, his hands pressing down on your back to force a deeper arch that has you gasping. “where you goin’, huh?” he asks as he gives you a few spanks. the angle makes you gasp as he hits that perfect spot over and over. you reach back, weakly trying to push against his abs as you cry from pleasure, but it’s no use. “c’mon, baby. lemme have it”.

toji will tease you even more now since there’s more skin to work with. his lips run along your skin, leaving gentle kisses as his thumb brushing over the edge of your waistband. his lips trail higher, leaving warm, lingering kisses, and your breath catches when you feel his teeth graze against the soft flesh of your thigh. it’s not a gentle nip; toji’s bite is firm, enough to leave a mark, but you’re not complaining. he leans in again, his lips now pressing soft, teasing kisses on the bruised area, as if marking his territory. you can’t help but moan softly, your hands threading through his hair, urging him to continue. the way he’s focused on every inch of your skin, makes your pulse race. toji knows exactly how to drive you crazy, how to make you want him more with each deliberate touch.

toji's dream is to be smothered between your thighs as he eats you out. he loves overstimulating you. he does it on purpose so he can feel you squeezing your trembling legs around his head as he works you through your release. he’ll hold your legs open, kneading at the flesh as he pleasures you. and he won’t stop until you tap out

toji whispers “you’re everything i’ve ever wanted” when he's come down from an intense a few rounds. his hands are on you, lips pressed to your skin, and his voice low and filled with raw emotion. his praises make you feel completely cherished. toji isn’t just touching you—he’s worshipping you, wanting you to know just how much he loves every inch of you. and he makes sure to remind you constantly

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a/n: thank you for reading!! i wrote another version similar to this, but with chubby toji!! you can read it here!

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rodricksfilipinagf · 23 days ago

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ THE CUT THAT ALWAYS BLEEDS

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. you regret everything when you wake up after an eventful night with your asshole of a roommate, toji fushiguro. even though you hate yourself for giving in to his charms, a part of you secretly craves his company.

tags. roommate!toji x female reader. suggestive, fluff, angst. age gap (reader twenties, toji early thirties). toji is kinda an asshole. kinda toxic relationship. mention of reader having daddy issues. self indulgent lol. reader gets called ‘doll, sweetheart \ naive’ -> part one: here

everything aches. your entire body is on fire the moment you wake up. you tiredly rub your eyes, regaining consciousness after being in deep sleep. glimpses of a room that isn’t yours, your nude body under the sheets and the uncomfortable stinging sensation in your hips help you connect the dots.

“oh, fuck,” you cuss quietly. memories of the intimate night with your roommate—the one you swore you hated and only tolerated—replay in your head.

you can’t believe it. you gave in so easily to toji’s charms, that womanising bastard. you hit yourself on the head a couple times with your hands. you just know that cocky man will never let this go. he can use this against you, blackmail you if needed.

while cussing yourself out some more, a faint breeze entering the room makes you shiver. you look to the side and finally notice the figure standing outside on the balcony.

toji exhales a stream of smoke from his lips, his eyes fixed on the horizon. the early morning sun casts a warm glow on the city below. he senses your awaking presence and a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

the older man can feel your gaze on him, but he remains fixated on the scenery. taking a deep drag from the cigarette, he exhales the smoke into the crisp morning air once more. he knows you’re watching him, yet he makes no move to acknowledge you. instead, he lets the silence linger for a while, enjoying the view and the nicotine buzz before speaking up.

“morning, doll,” toji says, not bothering to turn around to face you. he continues to smoke without a care in the world, his bare muscular back facing you. the fact that he’s acting like nothing happened the day before is infuriating to you.

he does this often after all. sleeping around with women who can earn him some extra money, leaving when he sees no use in them anymore. now he’s doing the same with you—using a naive and vulnerable college girl like you for a room to stay in, toying with your feelings and managing to lure you to have sex with him. it’s all part of his plan, no?

you sigh, though realise that there’s no changing the past. what happened has happened.

you throw your legs over the edge of the bed. you stare down at your bare limbs for a second before grabbing the sheets on the bed. you wrap the cloth around your nude body, seeking a resemblance of warmth. something to keep you grounded so you won’t lose your mind.

your feet pad silently on the wooden flooring as you walk over to the balcony. the cold air hits your face which instantly makes you shiver. your nose scrunches up a bit and your brows furrow, more so after you’re hit with the strong scent of tobacco.

“a lil' grumpy, ain’t ya?” toji comments once he finally turns his head to the side. his eyes rake over your body, lingering on the flesh of your thighs peeking out beneath the make-shift dress. he lets out a low and appreciative whistle at the provocative sight.

it reminds him of what went down the night before. how you were trembling, begging and drooling underneath him as he ruined your insides. the memory is forever burned into his brain.

you can only click your tongue in response, coming to stand still next to him at the railing. you lean against it, arms draped over the edge. a silence hangs in the air between you two before you break it with a sigh. “you're an asshole,” you grumble while rubbing your eyes.

you remember how you’ve promised not to press on about the rent problem. how toji had tricked you into saying specific things in the heat of the moment. he’ll use it against you, you guess. if you bring it up now, he'll probably say that ‘that wasn't what you said yesterday when i was balls dee—’

you cover your face with your hand, your stomach doing that thing as you stop that thought. you hate yourself for feeling so giddy as you recall what happened between you two.

“heh, never claimed i was a good guy,” toji hums, voice low and hoarse. he puffs another cloud of smoke the other way. at least he’s respectful enough not to blow it in your face.

neither of you utter a word after that.

you look down at the city below. everyone is going on about their day, the people none the wiser of what is occuring at your little apartment. the conflicting feelings are fighting a losing battle in your head. as much as you dislike the various things toji does, you feel yourself strangely attached to him. even more so after you shared an intimate night together.

but then again, you know yourself, sometimes you make bad decisions in life. like the exes you chose to have in the past—all of whom were quite toxic in a way. some were way too old for a university student like you.

yet you stayed. you stayed because you needed the validation. the affection of an older man. perhaps that would fill up the gap left in your heart, formed by the absence of a father figure. it’s something you can't escape. which lands you in situations like these.

it would explain why you’re attracted to the man standing next to you. he’s an asshole of a roommate that frustrates you—not paying his half of the rent in time, coming home late which wakes you up from your much needed sleep, leaving his things scattered around the apartment, sometimes bringing women home to drain the money from them.

though, toji also got aspects about him that you appreciate in silence. like when he teases you when you're not feeling well, which helps you take your mind off whatever is bothering you and eventually leads to you venting to him. he actually listens and gives you reasonable advice.

well, when it’s people bothering you, he always urges you to tell them their names so he can 'handle it' for you. you decline the offer, but having someone who would protect you when it comes it, is quite reassuring.

or when you’re outside together and a man creeps you out, toji is the first one to make the guy flee by just his intimidating presence that looms over you like a watch dog.

one thing you also appreciate is when your roommate almost always comes home with something for you. he doesn’t give it to you personally, but he leaves it in places you can find. it ranges from food to souvenirs and pieces of decor you like.

you didn’t realise you had been faintly smiling this entire time. you snap out of your endless thoughts about the older man besides you. only then do you notice how close you are to toji. how close your bodies had suddenly got.

you must have subconsciously scooted closer to him while lost in your train of thoughts. your body seeks his warmth, his comforting presence, even if your consciousness tries to refuse it.

your arm is pressed against toji’s and you’re close to enough to smell him. his natural body scent mixed with his cologne and the lingering tobacco. you don’t flinch away when you’re aware of the proximity. instead, you allow yourself to enjoy the moment.

you lean your head against his bicep, closing your eyes. toji doesn’t move away either and you take that as a sign that it’s fine; that it’s okay to be vulnerable. he won’t take advantage of that, right?

in the meanwhile, the dark-haired man is feelings things he swore he would never feel for anyone ever again. that damn warmth in his chest as he looks down at you, an unfamiliar yet also nostalgic look in his eyes.

toji can guess why you’re still tolerating him, even when he does things others would have kicked him out for long time ago. he knows of your past—you’ve opened up about that to him when you were overly emotional. your exes, your absent dad, the attachment issues you’re struggling with. it’s also visible in your behavior.

the older man sighs. as much as he wants to be there for you, attachment is a foreign aspect for him. in his mind, showing any affection will cause damage on the long run for both him and you.

“i’m a bad guy, sweetheart,” toji starts before stubbing out the cigarette and throwing it on an ash tray near the small table on the side. despite his words, his voice is slightly softer than usual. “y’ really don't wanna get all chummy with a man like me.”

‘for your own sake,’ he wants to add, but refrains from it. he doesn’t want the conversation to turn too deep, too sentimental. he can’t really deal with that stuff.

you chuckle dryly at his last comment. on one hand, it’s the truth. you don’t even know what the man does for work, if he even works, why he comes home late at night, why he sometimes leaves for a few days only to return sweaty and tired. toji’s a total mystery.

but on the other hand, you’re attracted to the moments you spend together. the aspects of his life and personality that he allows you to see. the specks of the goodness inside of him that only you get to witness in the space of your shared apartment.

“don't care,” you eventually form a reply. your eyes dart up to look at toji, subtly grinning at him as you half attempt to make a joke, “am not exactly a ‘good girl’ either.”

toji’s head falls back as he barks out a harsh laugh. ‘you? not a good girl?’ he thinks. you’re the example of the nicest and also most naive woman he’s ever met.

the tension between you two fades away after that. before he can stop himself, the older man finds himself reaching out to wrap an arm around your shoulders. he brings you closer to him, his warm palm resting firmly on your upper back.

you freeze for a second, unsure where the sudden gesture came from, but you don’t complain. you laugh softly with him and rest your head against his bare chest. your heart is beating fast and you swear that his is doing the same, though not as noticeable.

“keheh. nah, y’re not ‘bad’,” toji shakes his head. his veiny hand comes up to ruffle your hair in a surprisingly affectionate yet awkward pat. he looks down at the top of your head and finds himself letting his guard down. his voice is a low rumble, “compared to me y’re a damn saint, believe me.”

you’re caught off guard by the headpat, again. your heart jumps to your throat at the touch and you bet he doesn’t even realise the effect it has on your body. or maybe he does.

a smile tugs at your lips. you’re fine with this—your earlier irritation completely forgotten. you don’t care about the money when he can repay you with irreplaceable moments like these. instants where you feel almost . . . loved.

toji can’t deny the surge of emotions bubbling up in his chest at the sight of your content self. he covers it up with a cough, but he’s still thinking about the possibility. the possibility of him falling in love again.

he cannot.

his rational mind tells him no. that with the dangerous life he’s leading behind your back, he’ll only harm you if you’re involved in it. he can’t risk endangering a young woman like you who’s got her whole life ahead of her.

but it feels good, to feel alive again after all this time of being alone.

“alright, let’s quit all this cheesy stuff,” toji rolls his eyes before flicking your forehead. you whine in response and rub the stinging skin, giving him a weak shove in response.

the older man grins as the grumpiness returns to your face. cute, he thinks to himself, wanting to elicit a familiar reaction from you. he pokes your sides a few times until you’re squirming and squealing.

“hey! quit that!” you huff, swatting his hands away the best you can as you run back inside the apartment—a desperate attempt to escape. you call out to him once you’re back in his bedroom, “you’re still an asshole!”

toji watches you go and exhales through his nose. your final comment causes the scarred side of his lip to curl up into a smirk. he knows you can’t be mad at him for long and he can’t wait to tease you again when he catches up to you.

he lazily walks back inside after a bit, closing and locking the balcony door. the same thought crosses his mind again when toji stares at you as you slip out of his room; maybe it’s worth giving love a chance again. just maybe.

toji hopes that things end up well. that life will not use you - the only person he’s slowly letting himself be vulnerable with - to teach him another lesson.

little did he know that mercy does not exist in the lives of people like him.

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rodricksfilipinagf · 26 days ago

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Fun fact: Stephen Schwartz wrote the line “One short day to have a lifetime of fun” to foreshadow his next move which is to make sure that Glinda and Elphaba never ever experience that hopeful, carefree kind of joy again in their lifetimes and he wants us to know it and cry.

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rodricksfilipinagf · 26 days ago

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She

So she could

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rodricksfilipinagf · 26 days ago

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EXCUSE ME. WHY DID THEY CUT THIS FROM THE MOVIE.

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rodricksfilipinagf · 26 days ago

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Sketch.

Pairing: Galinda Upland x reader.

Trigger warnings: the reader is insecure.

Request.

It started with an innocent request.

Glinda was perched on a velvet loveseat in your shared apartment, her sketchpad resting elegantly on her knees. She looked almost regal, her golden hair catching the soft afternoon sunlight streaming through the window.

“You have to let me draw you!” she declared, eyes sparkling with excitement.

You blinked, startled. “Me? Why?”

“Why not?” she chirped, tapping her pencil against her lips. “You’re gorgeous, darling, and I simply must capture you!”

You hesitated, suddenly self-conscious. Sure, Glinda was your girlfriend and saw you through rose-tinted glasses, but you weren’t sure you were ready to be scrutinized like this.

“Glin, I don’t know…” you murmured, avoiding her gaze. “I don’t think I’m—”

“Don’t even finish that sentence,” she interrupted, standing up and crossing the room in a flash. She cupped your face in her hands, her blue eyes impossibly soft but fierce with determination. “You are the most beautiful person I have ever laid eyes on, and I won’t let you think otherwise.”

You felt your cheeks warm under her intense gaze. “It’s just… I’m not great at sitting still. And I don’t think I’d look good in a drawing.”

Her lips twitched into a sly smile, and she leaned in closer. “Darling, trust me. This isn’t just about the drawing. It’s about me getting to look at you for hours without you running off to do something else.”

That earned a laugh from you, easing the tension in your chest. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re ravishing,” she countered, already tugging you toward the couch.

—

The session began awkwardly.

Glinda fussed over your positioning like a perfectionist, adjusting your posture, the tilt of your head, and even how the light hit your face.

“Are we painting me or photographing me?” you teased.

“Shush, art takes focus,” she said with a mock-serious glare. “Now, hold that smile!”

But as the minutes ticked by, you couldn’t help but squirm. The weight of her gaze, even loving as it was, made you hyper-aware of every perceived flaw.

“I feel weird,” you admitted, fidgeting.

Glinda set down her pencil and tilted her head, studying you. “Why do you think that is?”

You shrugged, trying to brush it off, but she wasn’t having it. She came over and sat beside you, her hand resting lightly on your knee. “Hey,” she said softly. “Talk to me.”

You sighed. “I just… I’m not used to being looked at like that. I don’t think I’m as… put-together as you think I am.”

Her expression softened even further, and she reached up to brush a strand of hair from your face. “First of all, you’re stunning,” she said, her voice firm but kind. “But even if you weren’t, I’d still want to draw you. It’s not about looking perfect—it’s about seeing you. Every little detail, every quirk. That’s what makes you so... irresistible.”

Your heart fluttered at her words, and you couldn’t help but smile. “You’re too good at this.”

“It’s a talent,” she teased, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek.

—

As the session continued, it grew... intimate.

Glinda’s gaze was no longer intimidating but adoring, and you found yourself relaxing under her attention. She hummed softly while she worked, occasionally pausing to glance up at you with a warm smile.

“You’re doing amazing, darling,” she murmured, her pencil flying across the page.

You couldn’t resist teasing her. “Are you sure you’re not just staring at me to procrastinate?”

She smirked, leaning back in her chair. “Well, I certainly enjoy the view.”

After what felt like hours—but in the best way—Glinda finally put her pencil down with a flourish. “Done!” she announced, practically bouncing with excitement.

You sat up, nerves bubbling in your stomach. “Can I see?”

“Of course!” She held out the sketchpad, her grin impossibly wide.

Your breath caught.

The drawing wasn’t just beautiful—it was you. Not an idealized, picture-perfect version, but the real you. She’d captured the curve of your smile, the sparkle in your eyes, the way your hair framed your face. It was clear she’d poured her heart into every stroke.

“Glinda,” you whispered, tears pricking at your eyes. “It’s… it’s amazing.”

“I had the best inspiration,” she said softly, pulling you into her arms.

You pressed your forehead to hers, feeling overwhelmed with love. “I don’t deserve you.”

She laughed, a melodic sound that made your heart ache. “Oh, darling, it’s me who doesn’t deserve you.”

—

The rest of the evening blurred into soft touches and whispered words.

As you sat together, her arms around you and the sketch resting on the table in front of you, you realized that Glinda had a way of making you feel seen, truly seen. And for the first time in a long time, you believed her when she said you were beautiful.

“You know,” she said with a mischievous glint in her eye, “I think my next masterpiece should be a tasteful nude of you.”

You burst out laughing, your cheeks burning. “Dream on, Glin.”

“Challenge accepted,” she said with a wink, pulling you into a kiss that promised a lifetime of love and laughter.

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rodricksfilipinagf · 26 days ago

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hatred; glinda ❥₊ ⊹

hatred. that's the only word that came to mind. you absolutely hated her. the dictionary had an array of words to describe the way you felt about her, but hate was the one you could always rely on. she was selfish and way too confident with her frilly pink frocks and silky pink robes; with her pinned hair and pink lips. she pranced around the room like she was too good for you. half the time, she acted like you didn't even exist.

"are you coming with?" she asked. voice high pitched and sweet. you glanced at her, her hand steady as she coated her lashes with mascara. long beautiful lashes, it was so unfair. you turned away quickly. back to her. unaware of her furrowed brows and confused disposition.

"it'll be fun," she sung as you heard the chair creak and her heels clank on the floor. she walked gracefully. the sound of her heels creating a soft melody as she floated towards you. your head turned only a few centimeters gauging how close she was, but you'd smelt her perfume before you could even see the distance and you had to turn away. the hatred consuming your body. boiling your blood.

"everyone is going, why shouldn't you?" her voice was nearly quiet as she placed her hands on your shoulders so delicately. nails so perfectly manicured. you shimmied out of her grip turning to look at her with daggers in your eyes.

"why are you being so nice to me?" you asked with confusion. her brows raised and her lips frowned. still, nothing was out of place. every hair laid perfectly on her head framing her face beautifully. every lash was perfectly curled, lips perfectly rosy, dress hugging her figure marvelously. you hated that you'd never be like her. that no matter what you did, nothing would ever work out perfectly for you.

"i only want you to have a good time. everyone is going, why shouldn't you?" she asked with a defensiveness in her voice that sounded more like the glinda you knew. when she placed her hand on her chest and pulled back her neck as if you were attacking her, your eyes softened. her brows furrowed with confusion. her lips parted with intrigued. what twisted game were you playing? she vetted she'd been nothing but nice to you this entire time-

"i hate you," just as soon as the words had slipped out like word vomit, you cupped your mouth. your eyes widened as her shoulders slumped and her lips frowned. her big eyes eyes searched the room as she stumbled back trying to find something to hold her weight.

"hate?" her voice was shrill, full of disbelief.

"nobody hates me," she emphasized. her perfectly painted and rounded nails clung to her vanity as her eyes shifted. she was having an existential crisis as you stood frozen in front of her. you hadn't meant to say it. you're not sure why you said it. did she really not notice the way she treated you? did she not understand that you weren't friends? that you'd never been friends?

"i'm sorry," you whispered not sure what else to say. you were sorry. sorry that this is how things were unfolding. sorry that she was so offended when you had every right to feel this way. then she turned to look at you menacingly.

"sorry?" she scoffed darting towards you. her finger dug into your shoulder shoving you. she shoved you.

"you said you hate me," she cried out in disbelief. she stomped her foot and stood her ground. chest puffed up. brows furrowed. you could see the vein protruding in her neck. she was filled with anger and-

"why do you hate me?" and softness. there was a softness that took over her again and her shoulders slumped and she searched the ground as if the answer was on the floorboards and she played with her fingers like she was reevaluating every interaction and glance since the first day you met.

"you are pushy," you said without hesitation.

"you always need to get your way," you added not noticing the way you were inching closer to her.

"and you hate me," you stated now centimeters from her face. when she looked up at you, her doe eyes were boring holes into your soul. there was genuine confusion written on her face. the proximity of your body was making her nervous and you wouldn't deny that you didn't feel the same way. there was fire coursing through your veins. uncertain if it was from the loathing or from being able to hear her soft uneven breathing.

before you could continue going down your list, her hands were cupping your face. her lips ghosting over yours. her eyes challenging your gaze. her fingers curled around the back of your neck. arms wrapped around your shoulders testing the limits of her touch. tentative yet assertive as you stood still. you glanced at her lips. glossed and perfect. you glanced at her eyes. big and brown and beautiful and smooth like chocolate. you swallowed and cautiously touched her back.

upon feeling your touch, she closed the gap between your faces. lips molding so perfectly. foreign, but nice. what was this feeling? it rumbled in your belly. hunger. insatiable hunger. your fingers wrapped around the strings of her corset, absentmindedly pulling until she breathed on your mouth relieved of the pressure on her ribs.

she sighed, humming against your lips. you opened your mouth, tongue finding hers. fighting for dominance only playfully. this was a game you were both enjoying as hands roamed bodies. as she pulled on your robe and you tugged at her corset. you gasped when her hand ran under your shirt and she exhaled when her dress hit the floor and you pulled away from the kiss admiring her beauty.

she looked down shyly at her body before finding yours again. wrapping herself in your embrace. feet pitter pattering to her bed. her big frilly pink bed. your bodies sunk into the mattress. her legs on either side of your body. her hair falling down her face trickling down your collarbones as she kissed you again and again. hips swaying slowly. your hands on her thighs. your whimpers small as she teased and dragged her lips down your neck.

it wasn't hatred and it hadn't been lust. the line was very thin and you were balancing on it. it was an attraction you couldn't begin to understand. a feeling you deduced to the only thing you'd ever known..hatred.

when her fingers ran between your folds you felt the foreign feeling consume your body. when she smiled at you sweetly, you felt it rotting your teeth. when her dainty fingers filled you, you tossed your head back unable to look at the beautiful face in front of you. afraid you'd unravel and make a fool of yourself, but she held your face and you foolishly fell into the palm of her hand placing a kiss on her warm skin. your eyes never faltered as she moved her fingers in holy ways. in ways you'd never imagined. ways you loved. you loved it and you loved this. whatever this was.

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rodricksfilipinagf · 26 days ago

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𝐺𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑒...

𝗣𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 - 𝖬𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗒 25𝗍𝗁 𝖭𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋, 2024 (09:25 𝖯.𝖬.)

𝗨𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲 - 𝖶𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽

🩷 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍.

🩷 𝖦𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗎𝗉 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗐𝖽, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾.

🩷 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖤𝗅𝗉𝗁𝖺𝖻𝖺'𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍.

🩷 𝖦𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀.

🩷 𝖲𝗁𝖾'𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋.

🩷 𝖦𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼��𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 '𝗐𝗈𝗈' 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

🩷 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾, 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍'𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾...

🩷 𝖡𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.

🩷 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖦𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍.

🩷 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾!

🩷 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖦𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺, 𝖠.𝖪.𝖠 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍.

🩷 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗒 '𝗒𝖾𝗌' 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍.

🩷 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗅𝖾.

🩷 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖦𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺.

🩷 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾, 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝖦𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺.

🩷 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄.

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rodricksfilipinagf · 26 days ago

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Jilted.

Pairing: Galinda Upland x reader. Fiyero Tiggular x Galinda Upland (briefly)

Trigger warnings: one sided love at first.

Request.

The gilded ballroom glittered as the early evening light caught the crystal chandeliers. The hum of conversation filled the room as couples danced and champagne glasses clinked, but you only had eyes for her. Glinda, poised and radiant in a gown of pale pink, looked every inch the bride-to-be. Yet, there was a shadow behind her sparkling smile, a hollowness in her eyes that had grown more pronounced over the past weeks.

You stood by the balcony doors, half-hidden in the velvet curtains. From here, you saw everything. The way Glinda stole fleeting glances at Fiyero, only to find his attention elsewhere. The way he avoided her attempts to talk, brushing off her concerns with easy charm. And worst of all, the way she pretended it didn’t hurt.

You couldn't bear it anymore. She deserved more than this—more than being strung along by a man who didn’t seem to care.

So, as the party swirled on without you, you cornered Fiyero.

“Can we talk?” you asked, your voice low but firm.

He raised an eyebrow, already looking annoyed. “What is it, Y/N? Can’t this wait?”

“No,” you said sharply, stepping closer. “It can’t.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Fine. What’s so important?”

You didn’t mince words. “Call off the engagement.”

Fiyero blinked, startled, then laughed humorlessly. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” you said, crossing your arms. “You don’t love her, Fiyero. Not really. And she knows it. She deserves better than this charade, and you know that too.”

His face hardened. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I know exactly what I’m talking about,” you shot back. “I’ve seen how you look at her—or how you don’t. She’s breaking her heart trying to make this work, and you’re too much of a coward to admit it’s over.”

For a moment, he didn’t respond. Then, with a heavy sigh, he said, “Maybe you’re right. But what am I supposed to do? Break her heart now? In front of everyone?”

You softened, just a little. “Better now than later. The longer you wait, the worse it’ll hurt her. Let her go, Fiyero. Let her find someone who will love her the way she deserves.”

Fiyero didn’t answer. But the next day, the engagement was off.

—

Glinda didn’t speak to you for days after. She holed herself up in her rooms, refusing visitors, and you didn’t blame her. Still, you left her flowers every morning—soft pink roses, her favorite—and a note reminding her that you were there.

When she finally emerged, her eyes were red-rimmed but resolute. She found you in the garden, tending to the lilies, and sat beside you without a word.

“Hi,” you said softly, not looking up from your work.

“Hi,” she replied, her voice trembling.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. Then, she said, “It was you, wasn’t it? You’re the reason he ended it.”

You froze, guilt rising in your chest. “Glinda, I—”

“Don’t,” she interrupted, placing a hand on your arm. “Don’t apologize.”

You looked at her, surprised.

“You were right,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I knew it was over long before he did. I just didn’t want to face it.”

Her hand lingered on your arm, and you turned to face her fully. “You deserve better,” you said, your voice breaking. “Someone who sees you for the incredible person you are and doesn’t let you go.”

Her eyes searched yours, and for the first time in weeks, you saw a glimmer of hope. “Do you mean that?”

“Every word,” you whispered.

The kiss came softly, hesitantly, as though testing the waters. But when she leaned into you, her hand curling around the back of your neck, it felt like the beginning of something new—something real.

For the first time in a long time, Glinda’s smile reached her eyes.

And this time, it was for you.

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rodricksfilipinagf · 26 days ago

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Galinda gives the reader a make over headcannon:

Pairing: Galinda x f!reader.

Trigger warnings: none.

The Spark of an Idea:

•Galinda notices your more casual or understated style during one of your hangouts. She’s lounging dramatically on her bed, twirling her hair, when she suddenly gasps.

•“Darling! I simply must give you a makeover. Think of it as a… confidence boost! Not that you’re not already adorable, of course. But you could be glamorous!”

Your Reluctance:

•You’re immediately skeptical, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t think that’s really my thing, Galinda.”

•She brushes off your protests with a wave of her hand. “Oh, nonsense! You’ll look absolutely stunning. Trust me! Besides, it’ll be fun! And it’s bonding time with me—who could say no to that?”

She uses every trick in the book: puppy-dog eyes, her most charming smile, and maybe even a little pout until you finally cave.

The Over-the-Top Preparation:

•The day of your makeover feels like a royal event. Galinda pulls out an entire arsenal of beauty products, hair tools, and outfits from her seemingly endless wardrobe.

•“Okay, first things first: skincare. A perfect face starts with a perfect base,” she declares, tying your hair back with a pink silk headband.

The Process:

•She’s surprisingly skilled as she applies products to your face, giving you a play-by-play of every step. “This will make your skin glow, darling. Trust me, everyone will be asking what your secret is.”

•When it comes to your hair, Galinda is a perfectionist. She fusses over every curl or strand, humming cheerfully as she works.

•The clothing portion is the most chaotic. She tosses dresses, skirts, and shoes in your direction, rejecting some before you even get a chance to try them on. “Hmm, no, that color doesn’t do you justice. Ah, but this? Perfection!”

Her Reactions:

•When she’s finally done, she claps her hands together and squeals. “Oh, my Oz, look at you! You’re absolutely stunning! I knew you had it in you.”

•She twirls you around in front of a mirror, beaming with pride. “You’re a masterpiece. My masterpiece!”

Your Reaction

•At first, you feel a little awkward, not used to seeing yourself like this. But the look in Galinda’s eyes—a mix of pride and pure affection—makes you start to see yourself through her perspective.

“Okay, I’ll admit… it’s not bad,” you say, pretending to be nonchalant.

“Not bad?! Darling, you’re gorgeous!”

The Aftermath:

•Galinda insists on taking you out to show off her work. “What’s the point of a makeover if no one sees it?” she chirps.

•As the two of you walk through campus or town, you notice the attention you’re getting, and Galinda practically glows with pride. “See? I told you. Stunning!”

•By the end of the day, you’re laughing with her and feeling more confident than ever, grateful for her enthusiasm—and her belief in you.

The Bonus Affection:

•At some point, when the two of you are alone again, she gazes at you and says softly, “You’re beautiful no matter what, you know. I didn’t have to change anything—I just wanted to show you how I see you.”

•Your heart melts a little at her sincerity, and you realize that beneath all the glitter and drama, Galinda really does have a way of making you feel special.

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