#i Really just did not ever feel sufficiently girl enough

[fruitmouse]

guy who rotates ‘i wish i was a girl’ around in his head like a freak for hours

[heyaheiya]

Will you write something about single dad bakugo falling in love with his child’s daycare teacher and her or them feeling the same 🥺🥺 -🦕

Sorry this took so long 😭😭

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Katsuki didn’t plan on ever getting into a relationship again; just him and his darling daughter was enough for him. That was until your stupid face somehow wormed its way into his mind.

His girl, Bakugou Chiyo, had been going to daycare for a few months now, but he’d never met you officially.

As much as Mitsuki loved having the little one over most weekdays, she didn’t have all the time in the world to spend babysitting. Eijirou encouraged Katsuki to enroll Chiyo and had recommended the daycare he used for his kids. Despite Katsuki’s hesitation towards it, Eijirou wouldn’t stop pestering the man to give it a chance. Something about ‘socialisation’ or whatever. Still, Katsuki put up a good fight.

“Fuck no, you know how disgusting other people’s kids are?? I don’t want Chiyo catching rabies from those things.”

“It’s expensive, I’m not exactly rich right now you know!”

“How do I know those teachers are qualified?”

“I’m sure Chiyo’s gonna hate it so what’s the bother.”

Unfortunately, Chiyo loved it, waking up early and being pretty self sufficient for a 4 and a half year old. She even packed her bag herself before bed so it was ready the next morning. Yes it was filled with just stuffed animals, and what.

“Baby, do you seriously need all of your friends? Why not pick one?”

“But they’ll be lonely :(“

Katsuki had to write out a whole schedule of which plush goes to daycare on which day. This rotation made sure the toys all got an equal amount of days.

Chiyo had been getting chattier in the recent days. Perhaps shitty hair was right about the socialisation bit… However, at dinner that night, a new name kept coming up.

“-and I was really sad. But then, Smiley came over and made it better!”

“Who’s ’Smiley’, princess?”

“Silly daddy, you see her every day at pickup!”

That was helpful. One out of the army of children he has no time to notice.

“Tell me about Smiley. She nice to you?”

“Mhm! Today she secretly gave me a chocolate from the teacher desk :D”

Alarms went off in Katsuki’s head. Chiyo’s friends with a thief. Chiyo’s gonna turn into a criminal. Chiyo’s gonna get arrested in the future. Chiyo needs to stop being friends with this ‘Smiley’ kid!!

“What??”

“Yeah. She told me not to tell anyone or she’ll get in trouble… But you won’t tell, right daddy l?”

The next day and drop off, Katsuki stomped in, all geared up in his hero suit, with a massive scowl decorating his face. Usually Mitsuki and Masaru drop the sweetheart off in the mornings, and by the end of a long work day, Katsuki doesn’t have time to chat. So other parents and teachers had basically never had a proper conversation with the man. That sure was gonna change.

“Who is this ‘Smiley’ kid??”

The receptionist looked befuddled.

“Oh no.. what did she do?”

“Nunya goddamn business. Point me to ‘er”

A shaken older hand pointed towards a young and surprisingly pretty face across the room. Must be the kids mother.

Katsuki stomped his way over to the woman. Either she shrunk back in fear of the pro hero, or his anger made him grow a few inches.

“Oi! Who do you think you are? Letting your kids behave like that? I swear, don’t give me some shi- stupid excuse!”

“I’m so sorry! Has someone been picking on Chi-Chi?”

“Chi-Chi? Seriously nicknaming a kid that doesn’t belong to you? That’s so fuc- freaking creepy.”

Chiyo yanked at her father’s pant leg a bit.

“Don’t yell at Smiley like that >:(“

Huh. Smiley.. is the teacher. Oh. A normal person would instantly apologise, but Katsuki? Pro hero Dynamight?

“What kind of relationship do you have with my daughter??”

He made you look like a child predator in front of your entire classroom, their parents, and your boss +coworkers..To say he felt bad was an understatement, the look of your terrified and embarrassed face scarring his mind for days.

Then, Chiyo came home balling her eyes out.

“Miss Smiley wasn’t there! She left me!”

Fuck. He knew what he had to do.

+81 XXX XXX XXX: Meet me at the restaurant down the street in 10.

Y/N: What the freak

When he saw you walk in, his jaw dropped. Unfortunately, you were beautiful, like the girls on the covers of magazines. However, your cute and almost squishable face quickly turned to a glare, eyes shooting lasers through his face.

It’s silent for a long time.

“This is the part where you apologise for getting me fired.”

“Right, I’m really sorry.”

…

“Look, I love Chiyo so so much. She’s a good kid and I’m sure you can tell she’s grown an attachment to me. If it’s because you or her mother feels jealous-“

“I’m single, the mother is out of the picture.”

“Oh so you just felt like being a dick?”

“Mind your language, Sensei. Wouldn’t want any kids to develop a fowl tongue.”

“I’m the reason Chiyo doesn’t have some of your key vocabulary. Watch it, Dynamight.”

“Oh I’m so scared😒”

You instantly stood up and grabbed your purse. “If you’re just here to rub salt in the wound, I think we’re done.” Fuck. Katsuki yanked you back down into your seat, eyes begging.

“No, fuck- I can’t stop fucking this up. Sorry. I’m sorry.”

“Wanna add another f-bomb to that statement?”

“Fuck off.”

“There we go.”

Katsuki groaned to himself, wanting to kill himself right there and then.

“I came here to apologise and fix things, but I’m stupid and can’t fucking communicate!”

“There are other swear words y’know?”

“Take me seriously.”

Your face softened slightly. You seriously thought he might cry in the middle of some random ramen restaurant.

“How do I fix this??”

“Well..”

You didn’t ask for too much really. Shopping spree (clothes, jewellery, cosmetics, skincare, shoes, hair pins, the works), official apology to everyone who was in the room at the time, get job back, and a bunch of tiramisu.

After all that, you were nothing but smiles. Then it clicked. Always smiling. Miss Smiley. Damn, that was a lazy nickname.

“Chiyo was the one who came up with ‘Miss Smiley’.”

It’s the best goddamn nickname anyone has ever made.

“Is there anything else you wanna add to that long ass list of yers???”

“Perchance..”

“Well??”

“A second date?”

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This is not my best, I’m sorry 😭😭 hope you enjoyed! And requests are still open. Please, I need inspiration 🙏🙏

[coco-loco-nut]

Down Bad

pairing: carlos sainz x reader

summary: a heartbreak like no other

a/n: it’s super short, sorry

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You should've known better. Really. You aren't the kind of girl that a hot, 29-year-old, Spanish Formula One driver would like. Of course, you are beautiful, but apparently not enough for him. His attention was fleeting, leaving you just another one of his conquests in a long string of girls like you.

You met Carlos while interning in Madrid during the Winter. At the time you didn't realize he was love-bombing you, only to drop you cold once your internship ended a month later and you went home, practically shipped away by him. For a moment you knew, or thought you knew, extraordinary love, but it wasn't real. Was anything real anymore?

“Sweetheart, you need to stop moping,” your mom says from the doorway of your bedroom. “You know I love you, but if I didn’t know you better, I’d think you are a moody teenager,” you know your mom means well, but the last bit struck hard.

“Fine, I’m going for a run,” you groan, rolling out of bed. She leaves your room, seemingly appeased. It doesn’t take you long to get dressed, lace up your trainers, and play your angsty playlist through your headphones.

You take the path you know by heart, the one you take when you need to be away from people. When you are sufficiently alone, you let it all out.

Crying and running may not be the wisest idea, but it’s cathartic to you. You stop when you get to the meadow and lay down, staring at the cloudy sky. As the music plays, you yell the lines that hit too close to home. I might just die, it would make no difference. Fuck you if I can’t have us.

Fuck. You need to get over him. Everything just feels so hollow now, like you were stripped of everything you are and ever were. You just want to talk to your friends about it, but you know them. They will call you nuts, saying that it never really happened, that Carlos Sainz would never date you.

So instead, you lay in this field, thinking about when you were heaven struck. You might just not get up, stay down while you are down bad for someone who doesn’t even care about your existence anymore.

Maybe you were abducted by an alien to another, then returned back to this spot. That could explain it. Explain why you are feeling the angst of a scorned teenage girl, when you have more emotional maturity than that. You are 22 after all.

It’s how you imagine it feels like to lose the touch of a twin flame. I guess being love bombed then abandoned would do that to you.

The more you think about it, the more the alien analogy seems to fit. It’s like he beamed down from a ship, did a hostile takeover on your heart, the alien encounters closer and closed as each day passed. And you let them happen, willingly.

It started with a hello, then coffee, then a stroll, then a lunch, then a drive, then a dinner, then a night spent together, two, three, four, it spiraled. He did everything he could to worm his way into your heart, only for him to say it’s over.

Maybe you will take the ship, go to some planet and find an alien who can understand all of it. How dare he do everything he could to make you fall in love, only to leave you stranded. How is that romantic? You were in love, and fuck him if you can’t have him because of his actions.

You stare at the sky, music pumping through your headphones, willing the sky to part and reveal the alien spaceship that will beam you up to it in a cloud of dust and take you away.

Minutes pass until you realize your efforts are worthless, you mentally wave goodbye to the ship that carries him (and his pet names and his perfect dates) with it. Shedding a few tears on your run home, you start rebuilding yourself with each step. The hurt and pain slowly being chipped away.

No man with EVER make you feel this down bad again.

[cottonlemonade]

If He Could

word count: 936 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: UniversityAU! Oikawa x chubby!Reader

genre: smut, but make it angsty, pining

warnings: mdni, nsfw

synopsis: Oikawa thinks about you in bed, wishing he was your boyfriend

It’s half past one in the morning and Oikawa along with some friends are still in the gym, practicing. Among them is your boyfriend, who Oikawa technically considers a friend, but ever since he started to date you, a bitter taste is left in his mouth when they hang out.

Playing two on two, Oikawa and your boyfriend are comfortably in the lead.

"Hey, let's take a break.", one of the others says and walks over to the bench, taking deep gulps from a water bottle.

"You want us to go easy on you?", your boyfriend says teasingly and bumps his fist with Oikawa‘s to look extra cool.

"How do you have that much energy left?", the other one asks, impressed, "Uni, volleyball, part-time job and a girlfriend."

"True! How is that girlfriend of yours? She treating you well?" The two boys laugh and Oikawa tries to look unbothered or better yet, to join in, but doesn‘t.

Your boyfriend just shrugs and grins, taking a sip of water.

"Come on, tell us."

Your boyfriend shakes his head and Oikawa relaxes a bit.

"The last girl I dated was really good in bed.", one of the boys reminisces, looking off into the far distance, "She did that thing with her tongue that-"

Oikawa picks up the volleyball and goes to the other end of the court, far away enough to not take part in that conversation. Eventually their late night trainings always end up here and he hates it.

He hears them laughing again and urging your boyfriend to spill about "his girl".

Oikawa is glad his friend is holding strong, until "Actually that one time she…"

When your boyfriend finishes his story, Oikawa feels his ears ringing and not just from the constant hollering of the other two. How could that jerk just-

No, this is none of his business. Even though you are his friend, too! He should say something. But it shouldn't matter what he thinks.

"Okay, one more round.", your boyfriend says, finally setting down the water bottle and opening his hands for Oikawa to pass to him.

"Hey!", he calls, shaking out his hand after the spike bounced off it with considerable force.

"Sorry.", Oikawa says sweetly, but his eyes are cold as he goes to pick up the ball that is rolling away.

He doesn‘t want to feel this way. Later when Oikawa is finally laying in bed he scrolls through his past conversations with you, cursing himself for doing so.

He thinks back to last week when you and him had been out for ice cream and an elderly couple had said how cute you look together.

If he would be your boyfriend, then… No, he shouldn’t even think that way.

But if he would be… Before he can stop it, his mind wanders back to what your boyfriend had told them earlier. About that one night.

If he would have been with you then… If you would be with him right now. Oikawa feels a pull in his stomach.

If you would be with him right now… He pictures you laying next to him, smiling, having freed each other of clothes long ago, kissing and touching and whispering. You would be biting your lip and sliding your hand under the blanket, your fingers ghosting over his lower abdomen. You‘d lean in to kiss him and …

Oikawa starts palming himself over his sweatpants.

He would pull you closer, feel your softness against him. He would run his hands along your curves…

His movements become a little quicker.

You would play with his hair and gasp when after having sufficiently touched every inch of you, he would turn you around, so that your back presses against his chest and he could kiss your neck.

His sweats are no good for where his dreams are taking him - Oikawa pushes them down, sighing in relief when he doesn‘t feel constricted anymore, his fingers wrapping around his hard cock.

In his dream you ask what he is waiting for and he chuckles mischievously. He would push his cock between your thighs, loving the little sounds you make and slowly, ever so slowly begin to move, rubbing against your wet folds, keeping a hand on your infuriatingly soft hip to steady you.

And you would moan his name and ask for more and he would thrust a little faster, his free hand reaching first for your breasts, teasing your stiff nipples, then go between your legs to play a little with your clit.

And after a while - a long while, he likes to take his time - you would grow impatient again and ask for more but he wouldn’t speed up his thrusts, only his hand, grabbing your hip tighter and you would fall apart on him.

But he wouldn’t stop. And your adorable exhausted protests and begs would finally push him over the edge and he would lay there, spent, panting, feeling you around him. And you would turn your head to kiss him and he would tell you how much he loves you before finally pushing his cock deep into you, so very slowly, inch by inch. You would reach up behind you to grab his hair and he would run his tongue along your neck. And needing another high you would tighten your walls around him, rolling your hips as he fucks you like he's been desperate to do for so long.

“Just like that, my sweet girl…”, he whispers, followed by curses.

Oikawa feels his insides coiling and speeds up again, lifting his free hand to his mouth to cover any noises.

[white-wolf-buckaroo]

In his own twisted way: Prologue

So here it is! First part of my new daughter of Ares fic! I hope you love it as much as I do <3

Word count: 2100 ish words

Warnings: mention of character death

Fic masterlist here!

Ares hated children.

He hated their whining, their crying, their clinging. He didn’t care for the drawings they did, or their “cuteness” or their wonder for everything new around them, and he hated when they cried like babies because of a scrape on their knee, or when they had nightmares and wanted to be held.

He didn’t like them, not even his own.

He hated how they reminded him of his own weaknesses. He hated how they made him feel something other than anger, something he couldn't name.

But he couldn't hate her.

Not entirely. Not when she looked at him with those big eyes, so much like her mother's, and a grin every time she saw him at her doorstep. Not when she smiled at him with that gap-toothed grin, so innocent and trusting, a polar opposite as to how everyone else looked at him. Not when she held his hand with her tiny fingers, so warm and soft, completely trusting him to lead the way.

She was his youngest daughter. Her name was Emily, and just as his other children, he hoped she would grow up to be a troublemaker, a rebel, and a fighter. Someone like him. He had hoped she would make him proud, or, maybe more fitting for him, at least amused. Useful for his battles.

And at barely six years old, she was a true daughter of Ares: she loved adventures, exploring the wild, she didn’t mind getting messy or dirty, and she stood up to whoever opposed to her. However, she was also gentle, kind, curious. She loved nature, and stories, and the stars, and learning. Her little soul was still pure… something Ares bewondered, even if he wouldn’t admit it to himself.

But she was a mistake. A mistake he had made with a mortal woman, which he had tried to ignore, and he almost succeeded at it; he had visited her very few times, enough for her to know who he was, but not sufficient for him to get attached.

Until the day he found out she was dead.

Her mother, not the girl. The woman he had once loved… or, more like, had had a relationship with, was dead. The woman who had birthed and raised their daughter alone, without his help, without his care. She was now gone, leaving their daughter orphaned, alone, and unprotected.

Ares had been fond of her. He hadn’t loved her, no, not really, or at least, not in the romantical way. She had been someone he shared interests with, with whom he formed a connection with, and as a result of that, came Emily. As an immortal being, he was more than accustomed to death (it kind of came in the job description for being the god of war), and especially the death of mortals; their lives were brief, like the blink of an eye, and it rarely affected him anymore, if ever.

But Emily was alone now, without any family left, and even if he was the god of war, and all the brutality and horrors that came with it, he wasn’t exempt of having feelings (on the contrary of what he said about himself). They were the reasons why he found new lovers from time to time, and had children with them every once in a while.

Even the god of war longs for some sort of connection and human emotion.

So he had no choice. He couldn’t have Emily live with him, for obvious reasons, and he also didn’t want that. No, he’d take her to the only place where she would be safe from the monsters that would end up eventually finding her: camp Half-Blood. The camp for demigods, where his other children were. The children he hated, and who hated him back.

He was sure Emily would end up hating him as well. They all did… it was only a matter of time.

So there he was, driving a car towards Long Island, with little Emily sleeping in the backseat, her head leaning against her teddy bear, breaths even and rhythmic. He tried to not pay attention to her wet cheeks, still glistening with tears shed for her mother, or how she had raised her arms up at him upon seeing him when he picked her up, wanting to be comforted by her father; Ares tried to not think about how much she trusted him, with his rough exterior, and without really knowing him, and most importantly, he tried to not think much about how moved it made him feel.

The car stopped in the middle of the road, not too far away from the entrance to camp, hidden in the heart of the forest. Ares reluctantly turned off the engine, and silence followed, only broken by Emily’s breathing, and the faint sound of morning rain falling on the roof of the car.

Ares took a deep breath, pushing back the conflicting emotions that surged within him.

He didn’t know why he was feeling like this. It made him extremely uncomfortable in his own skin, and that was something he didn’t experience often. Perhaps Aphrodite had played some trick on him… making him actually feel something at the prospect of leaving his young daughter all alone at camp half-blood. Something like… dread, and pain, and not the one he was used to. This was pain that came from other feelings he had, that usually blossomed in his chest the few times he visited Emily, or when he looked at her from the rearview inside that car, watching her sleep soundly.

But he didn’t know how to do it. He didn’t know how to be a father, he’d never really had good role models to learn from. He didn’t know how to comfort children, talk to them… or hell, love them. And he didn’t want to even try to… because that wasn’t like him. He hated children. Why even care about his own? He was an Olympian, and Olympians didn’t do that.

When the rain stopped, Ares stepped out of the car, and went to the backseat; Emily only stirred in her sleep when he fumbled with the seatbelt, the unfamiliar task more challenging than he’d like to admit, and she kept on sleeping when he took her into his arms out of the car.

She had with her only her teddy and a small backpack filled with her essentials; Ares hadn’t grabbed more of her stuff when retrieving her.

On top of the hill, where the whole expanse of Camp Half-Blood could be seen for those who had divine heritage, Ares stood, listening: it was very early in the morning, the sun hadn’t risen yet, and the few people at camp were still sleeping; in a few weeks, most of the cabins would be full of demigod children, running around, training, and relishing in the beginning of summer. Emily would have settled until then, and she’d be ready to begin her training alongside her half-siblings to become a warrior, just as every Ares kid did.

His daughter woke up before sunrise, while he was still standing at the same spot. She mumbled something, her little eyes fluttering open, cheeks warm against the skin of his neck. She clutched her bear tighter, tired.

“Daddy?”

Ares hummed, not used to a small child talking to him in such tender voice. Like everything involving Emily, it made him feel that unfamiliar warmth he was uncomfortable with… but that he longed for when he didn’t have it, missing it.

Emily raised her head, slowly starting to look around, and at Camp Half-Blood. Her new home.

“This is where you’ll be staying from now on” he said, watching her. Her little eyebrows frowned, and then she looked at him, directly in the eyes.

“With you?”

“With people like you” he clarified, making sure she understood it “Demigods. Half-bloods. Remember what I taught you about the gods?”

“You are one. It’s your job”

She didn’t really get it, that was obvious. But she was still very young, and he didn’t really expect her to do so. Compared to him… well, his life had been already so long, that her presence in it was like a single grain of sand in the beach: small and imperceptible.

And yet, she was the only one of his children he had brought to camp himself. The only one who he had stayed around enough time for her to call him daddy to his face. The only, and first one, for many things.

At sunrise, a centaur emerged from the big house at camp, and noticed pretty quickly the silhouette of the god on top of the hill, and the small child in his arms.

Ares watched Chiron make his way slowly up to them, and he set then Emily down to the ground, helping her put her backpack on (which looked comically enormous on her little form); she grabbed his hand when she spotted the centaur, tiny fingers clutching his own, nervous. He couldn’t really blame her: she was facing many changes in a very short period of time.

“Ares” greeted Chiron, reaching them. The god acknowledged him with a nod, watching the centaur shift his gaze from him to the little girl by his side, trying to hide behind his leather coat “Hello there, young lady” Emily shyly waved back at him, and introduced herself after Chiron did “I assume… she is yours?”

“My flesh and blood” answered Ares “She will be staying at camp from now on, permanently”

Chiron nodded, and stretched out a hand for her; Emily, encouraged by a nod from her father when she looked up at him, went to the centaur, still uncertain.

“She will be taken care of here”

“I sure hope so”

Chiron looked down at Emily again, smiling at her, trying to ease up her nerves.

“Let’s go to your cabin then, young lady”

He gently guided her to the pathway that led to camp, Ares still standing there, watching them go. But Emily turned back around before leaving, searching for his eyes.

“Daddy?” she asked, with the same small voice from minutes before when she woke up “Aren’t you coming with us?”

He wouldn’t. He knew it from the beginning, of course, and Chiron also knew it. The pain in his chest, however, was unknown.

Ares told her no, and he bit the inside of his cheek when he saw sadness invading her gaze. She ran up to him, raising her arms up again, reaching for him with tears in her eyes. She was all alone, and he was abandoning her as well.

Chiron looked away, his heart breaking silently for the young demigod, while Ares stood there, conflicted by his feelings (those damn feelings he couldn’t handle).

“Listen kid” Emily still had her arms raised up, not budging, and he gave in, picking her up “You’re gonna stay here, you like it or not. Don’t go soft on me now”

Emily pouted at her dad, sniffling.

“But I want to stay with you”

“Yeah, but you can’t. You’ll stay here. That’s final”

She made a mad face at him (which made her look more like an angry kitten in his eyes, actually cute, but he wouldn’t admit that), frowning.

“You’re a meanie, Daddy”

There it was. She was starting to hate him too. Yep… All of them did.

“Sorry to break it to you, kid, but life isn’t fair”

He set her down, but she didn’t move, instead looking up at him with her big eyes. She looked like him, he noticed then, very much so in her way of staring at his face: she was fierce, but also vulnerable.

“Will you come visit me?”

Ares sighed, waving his hand as if to shrug it off.

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Maybe sometimes. Now go”

Emily sighed, mirroring him perfectly, and obeyed, going back to the centaur. She did look back at him one time before leaving, though, waving at him.

“Bye Daddy. Love you”

Ares felt that uncomfortable pressure in his chest as a response to her words, feeling like his insides tightened, constricted, twisted and turned all over. He watched her go in silence down the hill alongside Chiron, and he dared to take one last look at her before leaving for good, having completed his self-imposed task of taking his daughter to camp.

“Goodbye, little warrior”

Tough exterior be damned, Ares cared for his daughter.

In the quiet of the moment, where no one was watching him, being completely alone, he allowed himself to hope: He hoped she would be happy. He hoped she would be safe. He hoped she would forgive him for leaving her there.

And he also hoped he would someday be able to forgive himself for doing so too.

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[queenpiranhadon]

Number one rule with you? Don't be underestimated.

Ever since you were a child, growing up in your village, everyone knew not to treat you like the ditzy girl society tended to paint all women at the time.

To them, they were all the same - just means to an end, raise them well enough, provide a sufficient dowry and get them married off somewhere else where they have more children, and repeat the process.

But with you, it was different.

For starters, there was no one to 'raise you well enough' because you parents had died when you were young. To be fair, you didn't really care, because contrary to popular belief, you were the sweetest girl anyone has ever laid their eyes on.

No one was sure how - considering you never grew up with anyone to each you these morals - your kindness seemed straight out of a Cinderella story, a girl who had nothing but gave everything.

However, you didn't truly have nothing, no.

You had Ejirou.

A charming boy, only a year older than you, and have befriended you when you were only four and he was five.

It was raining, and you were cold. And so, so tired.

You were too exhausted to move, stopping your tumultuous trek to the alley where you normally slept and instead sat down next to some building, feeling dizzy all of a sudden. And then he came along.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Wh...huh?"

Contrary to what you'd always thought happened in those born in a life where money wasn't an issue, there were other problems that arose.

For one, Ejirou's parents were in a loveless marriage. Mr. Kirishima would always come home angry, yelling profanities that you didn't know but you always flinched when he did, Ejirou's hands coming to cover your ears as if to shield you from the harsh words.

Though, thankfully, the wasn't home much, to the point where he didn't realize you were living in his house until you were probably 12 years old.

Mrs. Kirishima on the other hand, was kind, making sure that you and her son were always fed - but when she wasn't busy taking care of the two of you, she was off spending time with a woman out in the village when her husband was away. Though it was never confirmed, you always suspecting their relationship was romantic.

However, you never got the opportunity to confirm.

Because they came.

Pirates.

Men of the sea, known to make their life on the waters, and earn a living by kidnapping and raiding villages while sleeping around and drinking rum.

It was a filthy life, they always told you. In the stories they spoke of dirty men who would come to snatch you up in your sleep, with crooked teeth, missing limbs and rusted cutlasses.

Never would you have ever thought those stories would become a reality.

The day they came, you awoke in the middle of the night, Ejirou urgently shaking you awake in a panic.

"Get up, get up! I can't find Mum and Father isn't home...we need to leave, quick!"

Out of all the years you've known Ejirou, he's never sounded so...scared.

Immediately, you bolt out of the room with him, and out the back door, eyes widen in horror as you witness the village ablaze all around you.

"C'mon, we can't stay here....we need to keep goi-mmph!"

Suddenly, Ejirou's wrist in yanked away from you and before you and turn to him, a large hand covers over your mouth.

And then, everything goes black.

A/N: Should I do a part two? I probably will - since this is really only an exposition for what I plan on writing heheh

[strangelittlestories]

When one of the last fairy godparents died on my doorstep and passed on their domain to me, they made one crucial miscalculation: I was terminally un-magical.

Now, you might think I mean ‘terminally’ figuratively here. But you would be astonished how quickly foisting a fairy legacy onto fully mundane folks can produce lethal consequences.

In this case, the issue was the wishes. That’s a fairy godparent’s job, right? You’ve got a number of godchildren, selected because they are in some way magically deserving, of interesting destiny, or unfortunately cursed. These kids will usually have some problem that can be solved by tactical wish application.

But if you’re a normal mortal, you will likely spend your first week on the job in active denial about the wishes that start turning up. It’ll just be one or two at first, faintly glowing like stars beneath your skin, carrying with them the gentle suggestion that now might be a great time to start transmogrifying root vegetables into modes of transport.

Then more of them turn up. And they get brighter, bigger, more insistent. Suddenly, your skin is filled with a galaxy and there is no quantity of cleverly applied scarves and no amount of expensive concealer that will hide it. It’s as if your insides have become student accommodation and the residents have decorated with an improbable number of fairy lights because it will look good on the ‘gram.

You start getting sensory migraines that paint flows of impossible colours across the world. Your teeth feel like they are constantly vibrating and you can always taste cinnamon. You can feel your liver and your liver feels wrong. You look in the mirror and you seem to be moving in stop motion, winking in and out of reality.

And a dozen little tinny voices are hovering the back of your mind insistent that *only you* can solve their problems. These problems may seem inconsequential - a boy who really needs to go to the ball, a girl who needs horseriding lessons, a teen who for some reason needs to avoid arts and crafts - but the longer you ignore them, the more you *know* in your bones that they are vital.

Speaking of vital: this is roughly when the banshee showed up to let me know that the sheer quantity of magical potential in my body was now approaching ‘fae nuke’ levels. Apparently, if I did not start bleeding off some of the excess, this would get *very bad* for me and everyone around me.

In short: the critical mass of wishes contained within my pitiful mortal flesh was acting like a magical black hole. It was sufficiently aetherically dense that my body was becoming more a part of the Faerie realm than the mortal plane. If it reached the tipping point, it would effectively become a portal between worlds.

This wouldn’t be too bad for an actual fae. As the banshee explained, this was one of the ways fairy godparents got around. They call it ‘wishful blinking’

But I was not built for containing a magical wormhole, so yeah … fae nuke.

So … I started granting wishes.

Making dreams come true without magic, by the way, is a *whole production*. I called in every favour. I utilised every skill. I pulled elaborate cons. I tricked parents into hiring me as a party planner/tutor/life coach/etc. Then I used the income to hire help. The banshee even pitched in (we ended up getting drinks a few times).

Eventually, there were enough of us that we needed a home base. So I bought a warehouse/office space.

And that’s how I started the first ever Wish Fulfilment Centre.

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Do you have anymore snippets of jealous Rafe? I ate that last snippet UP girl. I would do awful things for a man like Rafe 🥰

YES! In honor of OBX 4 stuff coming out, let’s have a snippet!!

18+ MDNI | mentions of sex, prostitution.

“Hey—don’t I know you from somewhere?”

Logan was horrified, pure panic seeping into her bones as she stared at the man across from her, one hand clutching at the grocery bag while the other rested against her chest, her heart racing from being startled and trying to get out of the store before Biya realized what she bought.

She last saw the man standing not five feet from her several months ago. One of her first clients, Logan wasn’t sure if she should feel relieved or offended that he didn’t remember her. She was without a full face of makeup, and she supposed in the oversized t-shirt and distressed cut offs, she didn’t look anywhere near as good as she usually did in lingerie and heels.

“Um…” Any eloquence she pretended to have flew out the window as she stared back at him with wide eyes, “I—don’t think so?”

He came closer, tucking the expensive sunglasses into the front of his button down shirt, the crisp white sleeves folded up to his elbows. “You look so familiar,” he eyed her closely, “did I buy you a drink…?”

Logan winced, vaguely remembering how thick the alcohol had been on his breath when he tried to stick his tongue down her throat. But instead she said, “Not that I remember?”

He reached forward to touch her elbow, eyes sweeping her face and Logan took a step back, attention flicking off to the side as a few uniformed officers got out of their squad car, heading into the nearby deli for lunch and Logan tried to roll through all the information she knew about North Carolina’s legal system, when she felt a hand slide along her shoulder, another moving to back the man in front of her up.

“Everything alright here, baby?”

Logan glanced sideways to see Rafe Cameron standing there, his own expensive sunglasses across his face as he stared down at the man who approached her. Rafe towered over them both, and Logan watched the man release her arm, shaking his head back and forth, “Sorry, I thought I recognized her…”

“I don’t know where from,” Rafe shifted and Logan had never been so relieved to have Rafe this close to her, his hand lifting from her as he moved just enough that his shoulder was in front of her now, “we’re on our honeymoon. From the West Coast.”

“I must be mistaken…” The man scrambled as he took another step beck and Rafe nodded in agreement with him, “sorry to have bothered you. Congratulations, by the way. Enjoy your visit…”

It was one of the most awkward moments Logan had ever experienced, and Rafe waited until the man turned the corner until he turned to look at her.

“Honeymoon?” Logan arched an eyebrow, “Really?”

“A thank you would be sufficient.” Rafe slipped his hands into his pockets, “Or do they not teach manners at Kildare High?”

“Oh they teach us something, alright…”

[snowblack-charcoalwhite]

The way Condal, Hess and co write certain characters, especially Alicent, just makes them look like some kind of aliens who cannot comprehend the core of human nature and familial bonds (motherly love, sibling dynamic...) . I mean, fine, maybe they aren't parents honestly have no idea about their private lives nor do I want to know ), but that still doesn't justify the atrocious manner in which they have been portraying Alicent's relationship with her children. And I dislike the explanations that come from one part of the fandom (she married against her will, never wanted those children, never felt freedom...) I mean, I don't deny these, but they are not enough to explain or justify her weird (and sudden imo) detachment and dare i say, borderline hatred of her sons. Not to mention that this was the life of westerosi women, basically every one of them. Also, Ryan talked how Alicent and Viserys had "a loving marriage, just weren't in love " and generally holds Viserys in high regard, so he obviously doesn't see him as Alicent's abuser or anything. That's why i cannot understand what is the point of showing her so disgusted by her children and incapable of showing them love. Otto's influence? Maybe, but still not the greatest explanation. And she seems even harsher and distant to her sons this season than Otto ever was to her. She doesn't seem broken over Jaehaerys, she doesn't seem overly upset over Aegon (he's burned alive and is dying ffs and she won't shed a tear), Aemond is apparently an ireedemeable monster in her eyes fur some reason, even before RR... It's so frustrating that there are people who eat it all up and justify it as a genius and subtle storytelling with a lot of details that we "the whiners" refuse or are unable to grasp. Idk, I really liked her in s1 and although she was a bit inconsistent in ep 8 and 9 I hoped it would be retconed. Unfortunately, this season I'm watching a character I don't recognise anymore. And the worst thing is that she doesn't suffer from a lack of screentime like Aemond or Helaena do. Almost everything on tg revolves around her and yet I still have no idea what is her goal or who she is anymore.

Sorry for the rant.

Hello!

I could not agree with you more. Not sure if some kind of personal/family circumstances of HotD writers played a role in them fumbling the Greens family dynamic so badly but I am convinced that their "women good men bad" narrative policy did.

In "Driftmark" Alicent orders for Luke's eye to be cut out (and immediately, in public) - and then attacks Luke and Rhaenyra herself. But a few minutes (in show time) later she repents - and after that, apparently, she is all for "violence is reserved for men" agenda. That's where her disdain for Aemond (in whose name she was about to commit a public act of violence herself) is supposed to come from, I think. It doesn't even feel like she is horrified precisely by the fact that he might have almost killed (deliberately at that) his own brother. Lack of consistency and logic? Yes. Obliviousness at best, hypocrisy at worst (from Alicent, I mean)? Yes. But who cares, right? Alicent does not support the evil deeds of men - and that's what matters.

And her treatment of Aegon looks even more moronic. Girl, you put him on the throne against his will! After her meeting with Rhaenyra she knows it was a result of a misunderstanding (the favourite trick of this show, dammit - but it is a topic for a whole another conversation) but how is Aegon to blame for it?

I can relate to Alicent growing tired of being used and manipulated - but IMO (I agree with you here as well) this is not a good enough excuse for her to fully go into the "fuck yourselves, the lot of you" mode. But for the writers it is, at least it looks like it. They were trying to sell us the bullying of Aemond by Aegon (combined with the former's desire for power) being a sufficient motivation for Aemond to get rid of his brother (during the civil war where they are supposed to be on the same side no less) - and now they are trying to justify whatever Alicent does with her being a child bride and so on and so forth. I have no love for Viserys (or sympathy for Otto - where it comes to him pimping his teenage daughter out to the king) - but turning Alicent into this and expecting everyone to eat it up? Come on. Even some casual viewers are going "WTF" watching Alicent's scenes with her children, never mind those who are familiar with Fire and Blood.

And double yes to the point about the show very heavily focusing on Alicent to the detriment of many other characters (Aemond first of all). It feels like the writers believe that all that audience is supposed to know about Aemond now is that he is a bad guy - and they give him just enough screen time to show that. Meanwhile Alicent has loads of it - just so we could get a really good, really long look at her face and understand just how bad patriarchy failed her.

So, as I see it Alicent is now no more than a means to the end of hammering home the main idea of the show. How does she do that and what happens to her character in the process is unimportant - at least, to the writers and showrunners.

Sorry for the rant as well🙈

[saturnniidae]

More rotbtd modern au info

(Some of this was in the other post but it's more organized here. Hopefully)

After The Incident, Hiccup, Stoick and Astrid move from Berk (tiny, mostly unheard of, self-governing island somewhere in the Norwegian sea) to Burgess Pennsylvania. Supposedly for Stoick's work, but they all know it's to get away from Berk after what happened, a fresh start. Stoick's rarely home (and a bit emotional negligent) but Hiccup's self sufficient and has been since he was old enough to use a stove, plus Astrid's there (to attempt) to keep him out of trouble.

Hiccup and Astrid are trans. This is part of why Astrid is staying with them 'temporarily' (she needed to get away from her parents so she could breathe)

Astrid comes from a famliy of athletes with rather high expectations.

Hiccup and Astrid grew closer essentially bonding over being 'town outcasts' after she came out (the other teens didn't really care and were respectful, most of the adults had s noticeable change in behavior; lots of dramatic sighing and disappointment over 'what a promising young man' Astrid was). Astrid occasionally talking about gender (especially since she's very blunt and rarely afraid to say what's on her mind) is what triggered Hiccups realization

How it went: Hiccup, who's been crushing on Astrid for a while *finds out Astrids a girl*: oh shit! Am I lesbian?? *Hiccup a while later, looking like a drowned rat with a fuckass uneven haircut*: No. No I am not.. (Astrid's so awesome for being his bi AND trans awakening)

Stoick was unsure at first (Hiccups done a lot of weird random things, he couldn't tell if this was serious or not) but after a talk from Gobber he was supportive and mostly just happy Hiccup was making friends (Hiccup was on neutral ground with most of the kids but was still mostly excluded though he talked to Fishlegs occasionally + Ruff & Tuff would follow him around for front row seats to any disaster he caused and since Snotlouts his cousin, spending time together is inevitable) and Astrid began spending more and more time over at their house.

Toothless is a scrappy tripod cat of unknown origin that Hiccup accidentally hits with his bike a bit after moving to Burgess (this happened because he was fed up with having even worse balance than before due to the. Yknow. Lack of slightly less than half his left leg. And Astrid – off handedly during a 'don't do dumb, dangerous things' rant – advised against doing stuff like biking which gave him the amazing idea: 'bike ridings a good way to work on balance'). After watching it speed limping away to some alleyway, Hiccup resolves to gain the cats trust so he can help it and make up for what he did.

The rest is under the cut because this is a monster of a post

Hiccup slowly realizes this cat is way more intelligent than it should be, in an almost unnatural way. He doesn't care, he's just pleased its begun allowing him to pet it and even started to follow him around (even if it's mostly for treats. Progress is progress)

As much as Hiccup loves Astrid he thinks she worries about him too much; she always has, but it's worse now more than ever and he finds it almost overbearing

After The Incident Stoick's a mix of avoident when it comes to the word disabled or amputee, as if in some kind of odd denial, while also being simultaneously overprotective and distant somehow. Hiccup is not pleased with this

Valka is absent but she and Stoick aren't divorced. She works as a paleontologist and when she's not traveling shes in the lab. Their relationships quite strained. She calls monthly to check in but it's usually Hiccup who answers (he eagerly talks with her about her work, but still feels a bit like he's talking more to an acquaintance than to his mother)

A large factor in how Stoick treats Hiccup after his amputation is due to the fact he was there (or at least for the aftermath) when the initial injury happened and saw how much general destruction there was, and was absolutely horrified. Hiccup's banned from inventing for the foreseeable future. ("YOU THREW OUT MY SOLDERING IRON?!" "No. It... got lost in the move." <- being bad at lying runs in the famliy)

Hiccup gets to the point where the cat willingly follows him inside through an open bedroom window and even sleeps on his bed. During this Hiccup realizes the cats missing some teeth, hence the name. He also slowly makes the realization he can communicate with Toothless on an unnatural level. This also doesn't bother him (though he logs his discoveries in a journal), he's elated to have made a new friend (especially since things with Astrid are currently rather tense)

Now onto the Rotbtd parts

the Dunbrochs already live in Burgess. Merida is Hiccups cousin he's met only a few times before when he was little, they barely remember each other. So much so that Merida doesn't even realize Hiccup's trans since his names the same she's just like 'yeah, that's my cousin, the tiny one with the goofy name'

Merida and Astrid meet and hit it off but their dynamics kinda funny. Astrid has somewhat of a crush on Merida and thinks she's amazing (archery and fencing + various other sports + she's never afraid to say what's on her mind + she's funny and cute and has pretty hair etc) and is trying to be nonchalant about it, Merida also thinks Astrids super cool if a bit withdrawn and feels she'd be a lot happier if she loosened up (she would be) and also if she stopped worrying about Hiccup so much.

Rapunzel is a weird sheltered (fucked up) homeschool kid Merida met on accident a few weeks prior to the Haddocks (+ Astrid) moving in, and is determined to give core childhood experiences to

Jack is kind of a loser. All his friends are the kids at the daycare he works at, and his best friend is his 11 year old sister (he doesnt get along well with most teens bc they think hes too enthusiastic or childish <- just neurodivergent), though he kind of knows Merida from speaking to her when she's sent to pick her brothers up.

He doesn't actually become friends with her until he sees Merida trying to get Rapunzel to use some lended rollerskates at the park. He was curious as to what they were doing and offered some tips (he skateboards but his sister's more interested in rollerskates so he knows some stuff) then they got distracted and started talking about random things until the subject of Merida's self imposed 'mission' came up and Jack offered to help.

Jack meets Hiccup by accidentally hitting him while skateboarding (Hiccup's first thought is 'well I suppose this is what I get after hitting a cat with my bike") and freaks out because he thinks he broke Hiccups leg or something since the prosthesis got forced into an unnatural angle on their landing. Hiccup thinks his panic is funny at first until he realizes how genuinely freaked out Jack is and tells him he's actually fine. Introductions are made and Jack offers to show Hiccup around since he's new, he only accepts because Merida keeps saying he needs more friends.

Hiccup and Jack start spending more time together after learning they have similar interests (Jack doesn't believe Hiccup's claim he's the best snowboarder on Berk until Astrid backs him up, Jack's kind of scared of Astrid but thinks she's cool), tastes in bands and comics along with their general (sometimes considered odd by others) curiosity with the world. Also Jack is enamored with Hiccup's inventions (Stoick thought he could stop him but underestimated Hiccup's resourcefulness. Recycled tech stores, thrift shops, and hardware stores are what his allowance goes towards.)

Later Merida decides to introduce Rapunzel to Hiccup, they're both kind of awkward until she brings up Rapunzel's art and how she likes birdwatching (from her window and yard since she's technically not supposed to leave, but they don't need to know that) and Hiccup's immediately interested

Hiccup likes charcoal and mostly sketches animals and plants to log them, but Rapunzel gets him into painting and portraits. And she, like Jack, is also incredibly interested in his inventions and other crafts (he sews and also took up woodworking a few months ago before they left Berk)

Merida decides to make a group chat for all her new friends that seem to be social recluses (not out of choice), but is startled when Hiccup mentions he and Astrid share a phone. It's technically his but he barely uses it + the last one got crushed in his bike on accident (and the one before that got dropped in the ocean. on accident) so he's not really meant to use it unless he needs to. Astrid uses it fairly often to text Ruffnut and Heather. Hiccups not very interested in it because he's fine with his laptop and mp3 player (Valka gave it to him last she saw him on his 14th birthday, hes 16 now).

The woods of Burgess are said to be haunted (something Jack swears is true. He says something breathed on the back of his neck while he was climbing a tree once) which endlessly fascinates Hiccup (he's always had a fascination with magic and the supernatural) so he often wanders around but since he's not allowed out at night he doesn't find anything. Yet

He also discovers some supposedly haunted closed down buildings on the edge of town he wants to explore. The others for the most part have no idea why he's so interested but Jack's immediate reaction is to say yes since he's curious as well then the others follow

Hiccup also has a tendency to forget he can't just wander wherever he wants like back on Berk. (On Berk he and the other teens could go pretty much anywhere no one cared about 'tresspassing')

Hiccup can't really see the 'ghosts' but Toothless can so Hiccup's aware of their presence through him

Jack isn't a huge fan of Toothless and neither is Merida. They think he's too smart and that it's uncanny. Neither of them will say this to Hiccup's face. Though they've mentioned it to Rapunzel, who insists sometimes animals are 'just Like That' (ofc she'd say that. her chameleon is like a human soul stuck in a lizard body)

One of the first scenes I thought of that sparked this AU was the big four, sitting in a 7-Eleven parking lot, horrified, watching Jack mix a five hour energy into a can of monster because 'it'd be so funny'

And that's it for now! (I have some extra stuff on Berk but that's kinda like background details)

Tysm if you read all this!! If you have any questions or even suggestions/ideas PLEASE send me an ask

[elficially-done-with-life]

The Light of the Stars

Request: I would love to see, how would Maeglin, Rog or Amras (whoever you feel like writing for) react to a reader who basicaly is a fallen star (Varda's maia maybe - or an isekai'd girl, who lost her memories, but aquired some strange powers along the way)? would they become friends? Lovers? Something else?

A/N: Listen, in the beginning I really wanted to write something for Amras, but then my head made up a lot of ideas for Maeglin so I went with him instead. I went with the Reader losing her memories, but since she doesn't know who she is anymore it is up to you to decide where she is from, hope that is okay.

I really hope you like this! This was my first request and I was really exited to write it!

Pairing: Maeglin x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of self-doubt

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It happened on one of the many evenings when Maeglin sneaked out of the city. The city where he didn't really feel like he belonged.

Nothing and nobody had ever noticed that he was missing and Maeglin quickly realised, sadly, that it was because nobody missed him. A thought that ate itself deep into his heart. If nobody missed him, was he worth anything at all?

These thoughts plagued him again that evening. Everything had been getting worse and worse all day. The sun had shone brighter than usual today and had practically burnt itself into his eyes.

He was used to the protection of the trees that only let a fraction of the light shine through, but Gondolin was practically right under the sun and he had had to narrow his eyes to small slits all day to see anything at all.

Now that he could only see the pleasant light of the stars, his eyes could finally rest a little. In his opinion, that was better than sleeping at night. Not that he had ever been good at that.

He would work at night if the light from the candles in his forge was sufficient, but unfortunately it was not. So he was forced to work during the day, just like all the others, who would probably be happy if they didn't have to see him any longer during the day.

But he usually never got that far out, that close to the woods. Because he felt too many emotions in the woods. The familiar fear of his father, who was long dead but still haunted Maeglin's dreams, but also the longing for the protection of the trees and the smell of the earth, which he missed so much in the city.

But that evening he had seen something strange that had probably escaped everyone else in Gondolin. It had been like a shooting star falling from the sky, but much brighter and bigger, and he had seen how this something had crashed into the forest up ahead.

And since Maeglin was curious by nature, he simply had to look for it.

His curiosity clouded his senses so much that he hardly noticed how time passed until he was standing at the opening of the forest.

He could see a glow through the leaves. A pleasant glow that reminded him of the light of the stars.

Maeglin carefully pushed his way through the thicket towards the place where the glow was coming from.

It wasn't long before he reached a small clearing where a you, young woman in a white dress, laid. Your whole body was glowing and your eyes where close.

Did you fell out of the sky?

Maeglin swallowed. He had never seen anyone like you.

He wasn't quite sure what to do. On the one hand he wanted to get to know you, because something drew him to you, on the other hand he just wanted to go back to Gondolin and forget what had just happened. People thought he was strange enough as it was, he didn't need to be associated with falling stars.

But he quickly pushed this thought to the back of his mind. It certainly wasn't your fault that you had fallen from the sky. And you were probably just as alone as he was.

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It was a mystery to Maeglin how he had managed to carry you all the way to Gondolin without his black cloak, which he had wrapped around your shining body, slipping.

The whole time he was afraid one of the guards would see you, but surprisingly everything went well. Maeglin could hardly believe his luck.

He carefully laid you down on a warm fur in front of the fireplace in his forge and fetched thick blankets from his bed to put over you.

Your skin had been very cold and he had been quite afraid that you wouldn't make it.

Sighing, he sat down on the floor near you and started working on a project in a little notebook. He would wait until you woke up. He usually couldn't sleep at night anyway.

He didn't have to wait long, because soon you opened your eyes.

You rubbed your forehead in confusion and looked around. At some point, your gaze fell on Maeglin.

He expected you to flinch or say something derogatory, but you just said, "Oh hello." Then you groaned and rubbed your forehead again. "Do you know where I am?"

"I brought you here," Maeglin explained, "I found you in the forest. You are - you fell out of the sky. Like a shooting star." He looked at you curiously. "Do you know why?"

You shook your head and then screwed up your face. "No, I am sorry. I am afraid I cannot remember anything. Not even my own name."

"I am Maeglin, but- but please call me Lómion. I prefer that." he said gently. "And we could call you Elmírya ('El' from 'elen', quenya word for star/'mírya' is a quenya word for beautiful) until you remember your own name, if you like."

He blushed crimson. While you had been asleep, Maeglin had been thinking about what your name might be and had come up with all sorts of examples. When you couldn't remember your name, his favorite just slipped out.

You smiled gently. "That sounds nice, Lómion. So we are friends now, are we?"

Maeglin smiled gently. He'd never really had any real friends before, and even if you'd only known each other for a few minutes, he already felt safe with you.

Maybe it was because you were as 'strange' as he was and he felt connected through that difference. Maybe it was because the light emanating from your body was more pleasant for him than the sunlight.

He didn't know. He only knew that he was glad to have sneaked out of the city that night, because he had the feeling that you could change things in his life.

"Yes, we are friends," he said happily.

Then you did something he hadn't expected. You wrapped your arms around him.

And then he realised that he wasn't just prefering your light over that of the sun, but also your warmth.

[stuckasmain]

The way the musical portrays the relationships through musical numbers is great. Yes, yes we all know elephant love melody using love songs to flirt or backstage romance being the show stopping act two opening. However, today I want to talk about the other relationship that gets expressed in a similar fashion, that actually goes a bit under the radar. It did for me the first few times. Let’s talk about Satine, the Duke and Diamonds.

During the sparkling diamond number satine keeps accumulating more stage jewelry pieces, and the final look with an additional necklace looks awfully familiar…

This is a nod to the film but it’s also a clear show that the Duke “staked his claim” in her long before they ever met in person. Her entire number in fact only goes to further play up the image of her he has in his mind(in the movie he even greets her with a kiss on the hand) it also goes to show some of her own motivation. Here’s the thing! I think Satine would have been satisfied with the Duke, she gets a comfortable retirement, jewelry and all she has to do is fake it every once and awhile. It’s not perfect of corse but she won’t have to worry about the streets… this was before she met Christian, before she discovered Love isn’t just a fairytale but something even she can have. Suddenly, security and being left alone just isn’t enough when she can have something real.

Satines relationship with the Duke in the musical is better, I love a man child as much as anyone but for the Duke to be sauve and a active threat? Not to mention that in this version she’s alone with him for long periods of time making the jealousy, on all ends, much more justified. It’s even more interesting because she seems to like him, on some level. Not love, not like, tolerate. She’s on a first name basis calling him Andre, she goes on regular walks, she gets bought pretty things. Toulouse calls her out on this “you won’t give up the Duke” she wants her safety net and her love— she thinks she can have her cake and eat it to basically. My favorite show of this is the “because she doesn’t love you!” Scene.

“How could you let him do this to you?” (She’s also trying to distance here to keep him safe, but I digress)

“What? Make me happy? Stay out of it”

“BECAUSE SHE DOESNT LOVE YOU!!!! … him…”

“….I think it’s far more complicated than that, lad”

Of corse this was all before the Duke revealed his true colors to her, until this point it’s sort of been a “honeymooners” stage. He’s been trying to buy her love. She’s been accepting the objects but her love is still with Christian. As he starts to realize he can’t have what he really wants her starts to get harsher, until he gets verbally and later physically abusive. It’s sort of fascinating as he puts on a nice soft face and talks about wanting her love but it’s also quite obvious he wants her for a status symbol more than anything else. In sympathy for the Duke he takes a while to even touch her, he skirts around the idea, but he wants her to love him fully but he does not want to do(or possibly is incapable) of doing so in return. There’s always hints at the possessiveness like “my little girl loves to sparkle. … all my things sparkle”. However only girl in the material world makes me loose my absolute mind at all it reveals.

Like I’m the only one that you’ll ever love

Like I’m the only one that knows your heart

Like I’m the only one that’s in command

‘Cause your the only one who understands

How to make me feel like a man,whoa

It’s a bit on the nose. “I need a mistress because all my friends have one and I won’t be sufficiently manly enough if I don’t have all this stuff” . He thinks he’s being so generous when he wipes away every part of her , tells her how to act, stand, dress etc. However it’s Satines lyrics I love the most, she gets a bit of a reprise.

A kiss on the hand

May be quite continental (Material girl)

A kiss may be grand

But it won't pay the rental (Material world)

There may come a time

When they're no longer calling (Material girl)

And so I must climb just to

Keep me from falling

I absolutely adore this little part of the song as it echos through the theater and there’s this look in her eyes as she’s starting to realize what the Duke is actually doing (every beautiful thing in you compromised by his lust and money). But she doesn’t budge. She loves Christian but she’s getting old, he’s broke, her world is at  jeopardy. I also love how it’s expressly showing her self preservation- she’s not talking about the theater, about the others — but her own security. The kind of life she lives everyone would instantly understand a action to save herself. Except Christian, he is becoming apart and desperately wants to be but he’s still so much of a outsider that he can’t comprehend this as much as he tries. This also comes before satine realizes how far along her illness is, she still believes she can just power through at this point in time but it’s getting harder. The men in her life are starting to grow jealous, her chest is growing tighter. She can’t balance as much as she wants to — she’s not at her A-game but refuses to admit to herself that she’s compromised in more ways than one.

[worldoflittlemissdestiny]

Born to love, blessed to feel!

i am hurt, yasmine saw sergio with a girl. apparently he has a fuck buddy. thats not what hurts. what hurts is that he played me! for literally no purpose than his own entertainment. he cancelled/"forgot" about plans he made with me. he just keeps playing with my feelings and time. he does not care about me at all. and i refused to see the signs because i wanted things to work out. it feels like he just used me for my energy when he was at his lowest. for about 2 weeks i could not figure out what happened between us. but he could not care less. i am hurt i let him in (well wanted too) and i am hurt i let him play me right in my face, but most importantly i am most hurt that i hurt myself. i can be so naive sometimes but its from a good place. i am just sorry i hurt my inner-child. i just wanted things to work out, and it felt like it was,.......it really really did! like the energy was sooo good for a little and then its like it all went ghost. up and vanished out of thin air. i was so confused but did not want to accept it. i had dreams of him with other women, he kept canceling on me, he was icing me out, did not make time for me, did not reply fully to me and i still gave him the benefit of the doubt. and now i am the one hurt. and yet i blamed myself for not being understanding and gentle enough. pain is the touchstone of growth so i will grow from this. i am just hurting right now. i know i will be okay and get over it. i am just hurt in this current period. but one thing about god, my angels, ancestors and guides is THEY DO NOT PLAY ABOUT ME! truth will always be revealed to me and i am beyond thankful to have that superpower! and i am still so naive because i still want things to work out! i want him to chase me, tell me he has loved me all along and he wishes he can take back everything he has done to hurt me. i want him to tell me i am all he thinks about constantly and he cant get me out of his head and dreams. i want a grand gesture. i want my prince charming and happily ever after. if thats truly my hearts desire i know it will workout. i think wanting him is just my ego. i need to let go and let god. i do not deserve this. i am worth soo much more and need to act accordingly so the things meant for me can reach me. this really why it be hard for me to open up, all everyone wanna do is take from me, when the gag is i would give anyone i care about the world. <3 just another lesson in the bump. i will be okay. he did not take much but i will gain everything! i am strong, self sufficient, i am healing, i am gentle, i am KIND, i am STRONG, i am BEAUTIFUL, i am sexy, i am creative, i am AUTHENTIC, I AM AMAZING and will never change or allow my self to be treated less than! cheers too that and with that the 2024 year comes to an end. miracles do happen this late in the game!

[queer-charming]

Hey! I decided to post some of the unfinished works I have in my drafts, feel free to do whatever you want with it! This was going to be a Chuuya x Reader that I’ll probably never finish, so here y’a go! Go wild!

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Part of you felt guilty, felt like you were being dishonest to your friends, you guessed technically you were, but how were you supposed to explain to the ADA that you regularly met with one of the top executives of the Port Mafia after the two of you had struck up an unlikely friendship? Like what? Were you just supposed to go up to Dazai and say “by the way, remember your former partner? You know, who’s a top member of the most dangerous crime organization in Japan? Yeah I’ve been having lunch with him every other week for the past 6 months without telling you.” You we’re sure that was not going to end well.

However, the fact that you and Chuuya had struck up such an unlikely friendship wasn’t the only secret you were keeping. You were keeping a secret from Chuuya as well, and that was the secret that over the past 6 months, he’d managed to make you fall irrevocably undeniably in love with him. However, being friends with him? Meeting with him every other week at a different restaurant to catch up? That was one thing. Dating him? Sleeping with him behind the ADAs back? That was a completely different thing. That would put real guilt in you. You weren’t sure that was a secret you’d be able to keep.

You let that thought simmer in your mind as you waited yo Chuuya to arrive, because no matter how guilty you felt, no matter how bad you felt about technically lying to your friends, nothing would ever be enough to keep you away from your favorite firey redhead. The restaurant you two had chosen was an expensive one, one that the members of the ADA would be unlikely to visit and one that Chuuya was confident very few members of the Port Mafia frequented. It was large, on the top floor of a 16 story office building. The food was gourmet and the wine was of only the highest of vintage. The wall to your left was made up entirely of windows, floor to ceiling, giving you a beautiful view over Yokohama and a breathtaking view of the ocean.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” You were pulled from your thoughts by the voice to your right, turning to see Chuuya, his standard perfectly pressed hat abandoned at the front door alongside his long jacket, giving you an uninterrupted view of his lean figure. You felt the smile naturally find it’s way onto your lips. You remembered the first moment you met Chuuya, months ago. It had been after a particularly prickly meeting with the ADA and the Port Mafia. Kunikida had spent nearly the entire time nearly coming to blows with a few of the members, Akutagawa spent the entire time antagonizing Atsushi and Chuuya and Dazai couldn’t keep their mouths shut to save the world. The only people there seemingly capable of holding an actual conversation had been you, Fukuzawa, Mori and Kouyou, while also somehow managing to prevent a slaughter. It was only after the meeting had ended that you'd managed to share a few words with Chuuya, he may have been an executive with an entirely dangerous and illegal crime rink but he still wanted to meet the ADA's new girl. Of course, you'd been thrown off a bit by the way he'd first addressed you.

"So what kind of brain damage did you suffer to agree to work with Dazai?" He'd asked. For a few seconds you had no idea how to respond, you kind of just stared at him. After a moment your brain finally caught up.

"Thrown from a horse when I was 12." You quipped back, sufficiently pleased with the look of surprise and mild confusion on the mafioso's face.

"Really?" He asked. You let his question hang for a minute before tossing him a grin.

"No." Apparently he'd liked how you responded to him, becuase after that he'd become much more friendly. After that, you'd ran into Chuuya again at a coffee shop you frequented, and of course, being the curious and adventurous person you were, you walked up to him. You were a little surprised when he'd recognized you, although you definitely were not upset by it. What was originally supposed to be a quick 15 minute coffee stop turned into a 3 hour long "Coffee date" you guessed you could call it. That was when you're biweekly meetings with Chuuya started, and the two of you had become pretty close, of course it wasn't the "I'll tell you everything about myself" kind of close, but it was nice.

"Run into some traffic?" You asked as Chuuya took his place across from you, almost immediately ordering his favorite wine.

"There were some subordinate's who needed some..." Chuuya seemed to search for the words. "Straightening out." He finally settled on.

You and Chuuya rarely spoke about work when you met up, getting together was supposed to be a time when both of you could forget where you worked, and the fact that you two were on opposite sides.

[elystwelve]

Mystic Flour can we honestly e date? you’re so beautiful. You always make me laugh, you always make me smile. You literally make me want to become a better person… I really enjoy every moment we spend together. My time has no value unless its spent with you. I tell everyone of my irls how awesome you are. Thank you for being you. Whenever you need someone to be there for you, know that i’ll always be right there by your side. I love you so much. I don’t think you ever realize how amazing you are sometimes. Life isn’t as fun when you’re not around. You are truly stunning. I want you to be my soulmate. I love the way you smile, your eyes are absolutely gorgeous. If I had a star for everytime you crossed my mind i could make the entire galaxy. Your personality is as pretty as you are and thats saying something. I love you, please date me. I am not even calling it e dating anymore because I know we will meet soon enough heart OK I ADMIT IT I LOVE YOU OK i hecking love you and it breaks my heart when i see you play with someone else or anyone commenting in your profile i just want to be your girlfriend and put a heart in my profile linking to your profile and have a walltext of you commenting cute things i want to play video games talk in discord all night and watch a movie together but you just seem so uninsterested in me it hecking kills me and i cant take it anymore i want to remove you but i care too much about you so please i’m begging you to eaither love me back or remove me and never contact me again it hurts so much to say this because i need you by my side but if you dont love me then i want you to leave because seeing your icon in my friendlist would kill me everyday of my pathetic life.

I have seen numerous people use this filter and I can confidently say that your rendition of the use of this filter is by far the best I’ve ever seen. You’re absolutely hilarious, very quirky, whacky, and unique. And you know you are all of those things. I just love how raw, unscripted, and genuine your reactions are whilst using this filter. No other person has ever posted something like this. It’s so refreshing to see someone as different yet original as you. As cliché as it may sound, you aren’t like the other girls. You were built different. And I applause you for that.

Date Mystic Flour

Kiss Mystic Flour

Propose to Mystic Flour

Marry Mystic Flour

Have a lifetime lasting relationship with Mystic Flour

Go on many picnics with Mystic Flour

Play games with Mystic Flour

Travel the world with Mystic Flour

Listen to the stories and laughs of Mystic Flour

Fall asleep each night and wake up each morning while looking at Mystic Flour

Have children with Mystic Flour

Build a house with Mystic Flour

Watch our children grow up while we are expecting our fourth with Mystic Flour

Watch the stars twinkle in the night, as we rest, shoulder to shoulder, with our children sleeping next to us with Mystic Flour

Watch our children grow into warm, self sufficient, caring and capable adults, with Mystic Flour

Retire to a farm next to the woods with Mystic Flour

Have our children and grandchildren come to celebrate holidays together with Mystic Flour

Take long hikes into the woods while holding hands, remembering all the amazing events we had in our life with Mystic Flour

Pass away while at home, surrounded by family, holding hands with Mystic Flour

As the void takes me, take the sight of a smile, covered with a stream of never ending tears, and feeling the warm embrace and kiss of Mystic Flour

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All this mf did was sleep in a cocoon and she's already SERVING CUUUUUUNT 💅✨️

[your-bigender-big-brother]

In English class this semester, we were tasked with writing an essay on a step-by-step process. I did mine on How to Be a Man and I have it below for anyone who wants to check it out!

How to Be a Man

Step one: Be a girl first. You wake up one morning, your mother’s daughter. You have to pick out an outfit for school and look in your closet: You see pinks, yellows, soft colors, soft textures, curvy shirts, some with lace trim and some made of satin. Sure, you can wear jeans if you want. They’re the ones with the little flowers decorating the cuffs. The back pockets have a little design sewn into them, swirling threads forming the shape of a blooming rose. Your hair is too long so it might get tied back into a ponytail with a fun little scrunchy, or maybe it’ll get French-braided and tied off with a brightly colored elastic tie. You don’t wear makeup, at least not yet. You’re 13, but you still feel too young to be wearing eyeshadow or lipstick or anything like that. Still, you have to do something to keep people off your back so they will stop judging you for not being a “normal girl.” So you wear the girly things, you braid your hair, and you adorn yourself with pastel flowers in a myriad of colors.

Your mother always gave you mixed messages on how to dress properly, “lady-like.” She expects you to look girly, but you can’t wear anything too revealing. You want the dresses, the skirts, the shirts to scream “I’m a girl!” but you don’t want them to be too short or too form-fitting. This leaves few options you can use for school. Why were you even allowed to have these clothes in the first place if they’re only seen as rule breaking and inappropriate? And how do you know what’s appropriate for a hairstyle? You have a lot of hair, thick and cascading down to your waist, and you hope that a simple ponytail is sufficient enough to go with your outfit. After some consideration, you decide to wear a simple T-shirt and jeans. It’s a tomboyish outfit, but it’s so much better than stressing out over what counts as girly enough.

The bus ride to school is the same as always: You get the occasional sideways glances and sneers as you walk by to take your seat. You’re made to feel unnecessarily self-conscious about your long frizzy hair. It's always been a point of interest to other kids, but never in a positive way. They hate how messy it looks, how it's only ever in a ponytail but never really styled. “Why doesn’t she ever gel it? It looks so nasty like that.” You sit in the back of the bus by yourself, wishing you could just shrink away until you were invisible and away from the jeers and stares of your peers. Thankfully you chose the jeans because that means you can bring your legs up on the seat and wrap your arms around them. Somehow, you never feel as small as you try to make yourself look. You feel big, loud, like you’re some weird creature that stumbled onto the bus to bother everyone.

In class, your voice is laced with uncertainty whenever you do happen to muster up the courage to speak. You’re too aware of how your voice breaks and wavers and tapers off awkwardly at the end, as if anything that came out of your mouth was hardly planned before it was blurted out. Nothing you have to say feels like it’s worth sharing, as your answers to the teacher’s questions are always too wordy. The other students give you weird looks as you ramble, but they don’t understand that you’re just very passionate about some subjects and want to reflect that in how you respond to questions. Most of the time, you keep your head down so as not to attract any unwanted attention. Your parents always warned you that you talk too much, that you’re being too rambunctious and not acting enough like a lady. But you enjoy talking about things you’re passionate about, loudly and proudly. How can you be a lady and still be heard? Do only the boys get to be so confident?

Step two: Realize you’re doing it wrong. Lunchtime is as usual, a chaotic mass of students all shouting and laughing and acting like it’s recess from their earlier school years. You get lost in the sea, which helps you stay unnoticed as you slink in through the big double doors and get in line for food. The line is the hardest part because you’re now out in the open, standing in the middle of the room, while those who are already seated can see you standing awkwardly. There’s no way to pull your arms in any closer and you don’t have the comfort of a chair to pull your legs in, so you just wait there with your eyes to the floor. You feel small enough and yet too tall all at the same time, a recent growth spurt turning you into a gangly façade of womanhood. There are a lot of other girls in line and they look so pretty with their slim-cut shirts, delicate gold bracelets, and sophisticated hairstyles that were done by their mothers. They don’t all wear jeans and in fact, you see plenty of skirts and those pocketless trousers you don’t know the name of. In fact, a lot of them look like they took one look at a Tiger Beat or Seventeen magazine and emulated the popular styles from them. You've never liked those magazines.

You take your seat where the fewest number of kids are seated, but you can still feel their stares on you. You hope they wouldn’t notice you or watch you eat, because you know that your table manners are far from ladylike. Thankfully, the food isn’t too messy, so you don’t have to keep too close an eye on how you’re eating it. Still, it feels awkward to be here. The girls around you are gossiping, laughing, making weekend plans. You’ve never been invited to anything you hear them talking about, but you doubt you’d be very interested anyway. As you’re leaving the cafeteria, you learn that someone’s put gum in your hair. Again.

Step three: Be a man. You go home and look at yourself in the mirror. It isn’t you, but some weird version of you that your parents created. This soft face, this heavy hair, this slender body. It's like looking at a stranger who's too familiar for your own comfort. Beside you on the shelf you see what will become the instrument of your own freedom: The hair clippers. You don’t know how to cut hair but you know you need the weight gone, so you pick a random number - a 2 or a 3 or whatever - and use the corresponding guard to cut the hair. Brown coils fall onto the floor as you cut and before long, your feet are no longer visible. You cut until there isn't anything left to cut and when you look down, you stare at the pile for a moment. You wonder how much of this weight was hair and how much of it was girlhood. As you turn to grab a broom, you catch a glimpse of someone in the mirror. This person still isn't you, but it's more you than you've ever been before.

Somewhere in your closet are big baggy T-shirts that you usually wear to bed, but they should work perfectly for a more boyish look. You lay one particular band tee out to wear tomorrow, hoping it’s enough to cover up your shape. If you could have a nondescript silhouette, you would. Over the weekend, you decide to buy yourself some new jeans and a big hoodie to wear over your shirt. Despite the layers of oversized shirts, you feel bigger than ever.

This time, you’re more than ready for school. Your hair, a burden of the past, now short and boyish. Your clothes are new, a better reflection of who you really are, and you feel as though you can confidently walk through those doors as the new you. There’s no more trepidation, no more being told you’re not girly enough. You feel like you can take on the world with this new you. You speak more clearly, the waver in your voice gone. There’s no question as to whether you’re doing this right, only whether what you're doing is right for you. You are a self-made man, one created in your own image. This face, this hair, this body is now a temple of your own making. The stranger who stared back at you for so many years is gone, swept into a dustpan along with the brown coils, the pastel flowers, and your girlhood. Now someone else has taken their place. Someone who is somehow new and familiar simultaneously: You.