#unfortunately even in the wig he is perfection

[rileyslibrary]

Ghost is forced to dress up as Santa for the day and talk to kids.

You’re ordered to tag along as his Elf and do some damage control if necessary.

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You lean against his armchair, watching the chaos in front of you. Children are crying, tugging at their parents’ clothes, shouting both in excitement and fear, all while looking at you. A young boy keeps waving at your lieutenant, desperate to get his attention, but Ghost is too preoccupied with coming to terms with his new reality to notice.

You return his wave with a smile.

“Try to stay still, Santa,” you remind Ghost as you nod towards the boy. “Kids are watching.”

He snaps back into focus and redirects his attention to the queue. He stretches one last time, pushing on the armrests, before settling into the chair.

“Try not to tell me what to do,” he murmurs and waves back at the child.

You straighten up and tweak your green hat, triggering the bell at its tip to jiggle in your ear. You feel for him; you really do. He’s not supposed to be here; he’s not built for this. Unfortunately—for him or the kids, you haven’t decided yet—the “real” Santa broke his hip at the last minute, and your military base stepped in to provide a new Santa for the local community.

And what better replacement than Ghost, you may ask? Well, literally anybody else.

Dressed in a red costume with white faux fur trim, the lieutenant looks nothing like the man you experienced on the battlefield. His shoulders threaten to rip through the rented outfit, and the seams at the back hold onto each other for dear life. Since his belly wasn’t big enough to simulate Santa’s, you asked him to stuff a pillow under his uniform. Surprisingly, Ghost complied almost instantly, leaving you to wonder if he was using the pillow as Kevlar, a barrier between him and the kids or if he was secretly enjoying this.

You also convinced him to ditch the balaclava for the time being since he would now have plenty of props to conceal his face—a wig, a long beard, glasses, and a red hat with a white pom-pom, to be exact. Additionally, you attempted to trick him into applying some blush on his cheeks, but he side-eyed you and told you to ‘be careful now’—ironic for a man who paints his face daily.

You rub your temples, trying to keep calm amid the chaos of the mall as you prepare for what’s about to happen during the next few hours. You have no idea why Price chose him to be Santa, but you didn’t question it either. Ghost seems to be the least qualified for the job out of everyone in the base. It feels like a last resort, so to speak—a ‘that’s all we have left in the store’ solution.

On the other hand, you know precisely why the captain chose you to accompany him. “To monitor the situation,” he said—“To make sure we don’t get sued,” you heard. And, under normal circumstances, you’d be happy to tag along with Ghost—be it on patrol, on missions, or even transporting confidential documents. But in this situation? Acting as a troubleshooter rather than a teammate? You’d rather be anywhere else than here, with anybody else than him.

You take another look at him while he sits on the chair. He’s tugging at the uniform, scratching his head, and instinctively pulling the beard to his nose.

“Stop doing that,” you whisper. “It’s a beard, not a balaclava.”

“Price would have been perfect for the job, for fucks sake,” he spits. “He has the fucking moustache for starters.”

“Stop with the ‘fucks’ and the ‘fucking’ Ghost; you’re about to talk to kids! And, as for the captain, he said he couldn’t do it.”

“Oh yeah?” He asks, lifting his hands from the armrests. “And what makes him think that I can?”

“I wish I knew, to be honest, but we don’t have time to go through this again,” you murmur, looking at your watch one last time. You approach the barrier, unclip the rope from the stanchion, and turn over your shoulder.

“Operation ‘Santa’ begins now,” you declare. “Ready?”

“Do I have a choice?” He replies, shrugging, and gestures for you to proceed.

And so it begins. Your first ‘customer’ arrives, and many more follow. You guide one family at a time into the enclosure and escort them to Ghost, who handles the rest. Some children are hesitant, peeking out from behind their parents’ legs, while others are much more direct with their intentions as they scream in horror at the sight of him.

On the other hand, Ghost is neither your typical jolly Santa nor the irritated lieutenant you’d expect. He appears to be... understanding. He reassures parents that it’s okay and there’s no need to force their children onto his lap if they feel uncomfortable. He initiates conversations with the kids from a respectful distance. He smiles with his eyes and hunches his shoulders to appear less imposing. Sometimes, he lures the shy ones into a handshake, a fist pump, or a high five by lowering his gloved hand to their level.

And then there are those other types of kids: the curious ones, the social butterflies. The ones who look forward to sitting on Ghost’s lap, diving into full-blown conversations with him. That’s when you stiffen up and switch into damage-control mode to ensure he won’t lash out at them. You begin hovering above them, listening, jumping into their conversations and sometimes interrupting Ghost and replying to the kids instead of him.

You would have thought he’d be grateful to have you managing the situation. Ghost, however, seems more irritated by you than by the little girl who’s currently playing with the pom-pom on his hat.

“Oi, Elf!” he says calmly, yet visibly annoyed. “Emma and I are chatting about how she spilt tomato juice on her Elsa costume and wants a new one for Christmas. Could you please falala off and go wrap some presents?”

“B-but I need to know because I’ll be sewing it for her,” you reply, smiling at the little girl. “Isn’t that right, Emma?”

And, although Emma nods her head, more out of necessity than agreement, you get his point. He’s doing surprisingly well with those kids, even without you. Actually, he’s doing remarkably well, especially without you.

More kids come and go, and Ghost slowly adapts to his new persona. He starts making bets with you, predicting which kids in the queue might ask for a PlayStation or an iPad and even speculating who might wipe snot on his costume. You, in response, adopt a more laid-back approach and let him do his thing. After each child’s visit, Ghost turns towards you, whispering in your ear about their Christmas wishes, as if he’s indeed Santa, and keeps logs.

“My man wants a full-sized car wheel,” Ghost murmurs as the young boy leaps off his lap, “can you believe him?”

“What did you say to him?” You ask, stifling a laugh.

“I told him I’ll get it for him,” he shrugs. “What else should I do?”

“Alright, but what did you really want to tell him?”

“That his dad already has four of them screwed in his car.”

As the day winds down, and the final announcement for the day echoes through the speakers, parents and children walk past you and towards the exit. They wave at Ghost and occasionally at you. The parking lot empties, the stores shut their doors until tomorrow, and the holiday lights that decorate the inside of the mall switch off one by one.

You stretch your back and tap on his shoulder, signalling that both of you should pack up and return to the base.

“Nuh-uh,” he says, grasping your wrist with one hand and tapping his thigh with the other. “You didn’t tell me what you want for Christmas.”

You’re exhausted but still manage to smile as you comply with his request. You sit on his lap, and he leans back to take a better look at you.

“Let’s think about it another way,” you say. “What would you, as Santa, give me for Christmas?”

“Coal,” he replies. “And a muzzle, so you don’t interrupt me while I’m talking. What was that all about?”

“Was afraid you’d say something bad,” you explain. “But you were pretty good with those kids.”

He shakes his head and plays with the fur trim on his sleeve. “Nah,” he murmurs. “I’d never say something bad to a kid.”

“Speaking of bad and coal,” you say, combing his fake beard, “you never asked the typical ‘have you been a good kid’ to any of them.”

“There’s no bad kid in the world, love,” he whispers. “All kids are good, even the naughty ones.”

You smile at him, but he doesn’t look back at you. He’s examining his uniform as if trying to find something else to discuss. He finds some crumbs a kid left on his suit and brushes them off.

“Ready to head back to the base, Lieutenant?” You ask, tapping his thigh before standing up. You extend your hand to him, and he gladly accepts it, helping him rise from the chair he’s been sitting in all day. You begin walking towards the exit, and he wraps his arm around your shoulder. You reciprocate by hugging his waist.

You walk up to the parked military vehicle that brought you here earlier, still discussing the day. He opens the door but pauses and turns to look at you.

“Resilience,” he declares. “That’s what I would gift you for Christmas.”

“Why?” You ask, turning to look at him. “You think I need it?”

“We all do,” he replies softly, just like when he used to talk to those kids. “Since I can’t protect you from every obstacle life throws your way, I might as well give you the ability to recover from them.”

“That would make me very happy, Lieutenant.” You say, smiling.

He smiles back at you and reaches for your hat to fix it better on your head. His hand moves to your forehead, and he tucks a stray hair behind your ear.

“It’s Santa to you.” He replies.

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A/N: Bruh, I was so tempted to make the reader pull off a Mariah Carey and say, “All I want for Christmas is you,” when Ghost asked what they wanted, but my gag reflexes kicked in every time, and I was cringing galore.

So, there you go: resilience. That’s what I would like to gift you as well. I wish I could shield you from whatever has troubled you in the past or is currently doing so. To protect you from future worries and make everything ‘falala off’. Unfortunately, I can’t do that, neither for you nor for myself.

But this is why comfort characters and stories exist—so we can imagine, when no one is there for us, that someone actually is.

Just like Santa. Just like Ghost.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hello! I read your "Third Enoshima" works, and I've gotta say that I absolutely loved them! If it isn't much trouble, would you mind writing something with a Third Enoshima!Reader who is constantly comparing themselves with their sisters?

They're still going agaisnt their plain of causing despair of course, but they can't help but feel a bit insecure of not having such a fit and strong figure like Mukuro or how they don't even get close to having such a nice and clear skin like Junko as they wash their face with a bar of handsoap. They refuse to join dinners and constantly push themselves to the extreme to try and please the other student, it goes from simple, yet harmful, things like wearing clothes they are clearly uncomfortable wearing to doing some heavy physical training without having eating anything since they woke up. Is it detrimental to their health? Yes! Will they stop? ...probably not...definitely not.

I wonder how their classmates or even their sisters would react or what comments they'd make towards Reader's behavior! (If they don't already have their ears ringing by the end of Ishimaru's lecture, lol.

(Sorry if this is written badly, English is not my first language!)

Comparison  | Yandere Danganronpa with Third Enoshima Reader

It’s a phase that usually comes when you’re a preteen

But it’s not hard if it stretches further

They both are so amazing – despair aside

They’re able to excel in their alternative ultimates just fine

Using their skills to further their agenda

All while still having the time to dote on you

It’s easy to compare 

Is it because they are insane that they’re so talented

Or is it just the genes you happened to miss out on

Whatever it is it haunts you and it’ll eventually slip out

Whether with a snide comment or a nervous questioning

They notice awfully quick

“Dawww Baby-bird wants to be just like us! Then quit yer whining and follow me!”

Junko sees it as a compliment and an invitation to put you in despairing situations

Of course, you may not know your life isn’t in danger with her but she’ll let you believe it

Constantly goading you to be like her

She’ll dress you like her, get a wig if she has to 

Before Mukuro pulls you away seeing that this isn’t working 

“(Y/n) you are perfect in your special way! If you’d like to do what I do I’d be happy to teach you!”

Taking you to shooting ranges and destroying you in paintball or airsoft

Just shows the distance between you two even better

She’ll try and get you to try wielding more simple weapons

Dazzling you with her speedy knife skills

Unfortunately though, instead of cheering you on she ends up just gushing over you

“Aaa~you look so cute with your little bulletproof vest. M-maybe I should have you wear my helmet~!”

“Mukuro I don’t think this is–”

“J-j-just a few more pictures! Aaa~ I can’t wait to wear this after you.”

They aren’t much help in the end 

Both just letting you slink off 

Your sisters aren’t exactly emotionally available enough to coach you through it 

But there are…some intentions

If it lasts all the way until you get your ‘tailored’ classes at Hope’s Peak 

there are very few who actually notice what you mean when you vaguely comment about what you’re missing

 “(Y/n) you seem to be especially hurt about your features, why is that?”

Celestia won’t beat around the bush

She wants to know who put this silly notion in your head

She needs to know if she needs to kill them

Knowing it’s your sisters makes her hesitate

You’d be upset about it right

But she’s going to bluntly tell you what your strengths because clearly your too dumb to see it 

“I’m going to list all your admirable traits clearly. So listen closely.” 

Nekomaru oddly enough pays enough attention to you and works his hardest to understand what those comments you make are all about

“IF YOU WANT TO GET THOSE THINGS IN YOUR LIFE WE’RE GOING TO GET THOSE THINGS YOU HEAR ME!”

“What are you talking about!”

His goal is to coach you on the areas you feel like you are lacking

Even if he doesn’t know about that particular area

So he takes the extra time he’s forced+ into spend with you to praise you for the little things.

“YEAH!!!!THAT SEEMED LIKE A SUCCESSFUL NUMBER 2 ONLY YOU COULD PULL OFF!”

“Nekomaru! I went number 1 and it’s not that big a deal!”

“YEAH IT IS! IT’S BECAUSE YOU DID IT! BECAUSE YOUR THE BEST HUMAN IN THE WOOOORLD!”

He honestly has no other idea how to get across his affection

Not without ruining his image as the ultimate team manager

He also invites you to train with him and Akane if only to see you use your cute muscles in person

And to find your weaknesses so he can be your savior

Despite his boisterous persona his encouragement and praise is honestly kind of helpful

Someone else who’s really helpful is someone who relates

“(Y/n)...for a long time I’ve pretended to be someone I’m not. Settling to just compare myself to the people I wish I could be. But now I’ve changed and I’ve decided to work on making myself more like them in my own way! I-if you want w-w-we can do it together? The….training I mean….yeah.”

Chihiro knows the feeling and if you take him up on his offer he’s thrilled

More time to plant new tracking devices

Even better with the preplaced cameras

Taking your insecurities and turning them into things you’re working on helps a lot with self-esteem

Giving you a lot more pride when you do compare and notice changes

It’s not perfect but it’s helping you

And it’s surely going to bring you and Chihiro closer

Maybe even close enough that you’ll come into his room

Your sisters will be happy…in their own way that you’re happy

But if you notice they start putting more urgency into their plan for despair

It may have something to do with the amount of time and smiling you’ve done with others in Hope’s Peak

“I can’t wait to show those neets the truest extent of despair! It’s going to be euphoric!”

“KillthemallKillthemallKillthemallKillthemallKillthemallKillthe-.”

“Patience, despair is coming Piggie! You know what just to give them a taste maybe we’ll make sure (Y/n)’s got to take a couple of sick days! I can’t wait to watch it eat at them when they don’t respond to their messages!”

[romanestuffsposts]

What if the reader gets to close to the pool and accidentally falls in? 🥺

Hi there love!

Well, let’s see..

*****

Warnings : scared, accident, little reader falls in the pool, comfort, kisses, pet names,

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : a sunny day with an open pool don’t make good friend sometimes

*****

You had a long winter. Usually you love the snow and winter in general but this year it was long, you need your winter but you need your summer too.

Today is the first day where the sun peer his nose and you couldn’t wait any longer. You instantly went outside to play after a good layer of sunscreen.

You daddies of course had an eye on you but they had to do things too. The sun wasn’t planned on the schedule but they couldn’t keep you inside anymore so they had to reschedule the day. But that’s totally okay with them.

When one is busy doing what was planned the other is looking at you and playing with you sometimes. But when your Papa heard something falling inside the house and your Daddy cursing afterwards, he decides to go check on him. He lets you alone after a kiss on your forehead and after telling you that he’ll be back soon.

You keep playing with the ball in the meantime but unfortunately you send him too far away and he ends up in the pool. Your Daddies removed the pool cover this morning so the ball wasn’t stopped by that, it dive immediately into the water.

You sigh and walk toward the pool, you kneel down and try to reach it. Of course your arms are too short so you look around you to find something that could help you but sadly couldn’t find anything. So you decide to try one more time and if you can’t reach it then you’ll wait for your Papa.

Only this time is one too many..

You touched the ball with he tip of your fingers so you bend over a little bit more and fall into the water. You gasp as you fall and immediately try to yell.

When your Daddies heard you yelling outside they immediately let down what they were doing to run toward you. It’s your Daddy who’s the first to spot you in the water and doesn’t hesitate to dive in the cold liquid.

‘’Oh my god!’’ Steve yells just as Bucky jump in the pool. Fear immediately run in their veins at the first yell they heard until they’re sure you’re totally fine. And even after that they’ll still feel that feeling under their skin for some times.

Your Daddy wraps his arms around you and pulls you up, you immediately take a hold around his neck and cough your lungs out. ‘’You’re okay my love, I’m here, hold onto me baby I’m getting you out’’ he whispers in your ear before dropping a sweet kiss on your temple.

Your Papa reaches for you and lift you up to help your Daddy ‘’my sweet girl’’ he breathes out and hugs you so close you can’t breath anymore. ‘’Are you okay, princess ?’’ Your Papa asks just as your Daddy walks to you. You sniff and nod

‘’What did you do near the pool baby ?’’ Your Daddy asks, not in a harsh way because even tho you knew you couldn’t be near the pool alone he knows that what you just lived is a good lesson.

‘’ ‘m ball’’ you mumble after resting your face on your Papa’s chest. You cross your ankles around his waist and point at your ball that is still in the pool.

Your Papa sighs and brushes your hair behind your ear ‘’you know you need to wait for us baby. We don’t do that to annoying you but to protect you. Do you understand ?’’

You nod and snuggle closer to him ‘I sorry’’

‘’It’s okay, little one. What matter is that you’re safe but we need to know that you understood what happened here and why we’re so strict with you about our safety rules’’ your Daddy softly says, his knuckles stroking your cheek

You nod your head ‘’yes i undestand’’

‘’Perfect’’ he kisses your forehead ‘’we go back inside ?’’ He assumes after what happened you would be tired or scared to leave their arms maybe but it’s the total opposite

‘’But the sun is still here daddy’’ you explain as you point at the sky. You wiggle away from your Papa arms and looks at them ‘’can i have my ball pease ?’’

They both chuckle and your Daddy strokes your hair ‘’I’ll get it for you’’

You smile when you see both of them are staying outside to play with you. They won’t let you out of their sight for a long time and they want to be ready to take you back inside if you get too tired because of your little accident earlier.

[rottenpumpkin13]

(I just watched a musical 😂)

woe, Genesis has been tasked with getting together and directing a musical theatre production of his choice Loveless featuring the entire SOLDIER floor, for an official Shinra fundraiser gala. nightmare scenario or dream come true or both. the show must go on! also, you are incredibly funny and uplifting! :)

• Genesis has been tasked with organizing and directing the annual musical Shinra puts on for the charity gala, which has one of its departments as the actors. This year the roulette wheel landed on the worst combination—SOLDIER and Loveless.

• Rumors say Zack's anguished "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" as soon as it was announced was heard from 13 floors down.

• Genesis is being benign and letting everyone choose their parts.

Genesis: Who wants to play the goddess?

*Sephiroth raises his hand*

Genesis: Really? You want to play the goddess?

Sephiroth: It was an involuntary reaction. I don't know why I raised my hand.

Genesis: Too late, you're the goddess.

Sephiroth: But I don't want to play the goddess.

Genesis: If you don't play the goddess I'm going to shave your head in your sleep.

Sephiroth: !?

• Since NONE of the female SOLDIERs wanted to play Rosa, Genesis appointed one of the other guys to the role.

• Cloud walked in at an unfortunate time to deliver some documents from Heidegger.

Genesis: CLOUD. You're perfect for the role of Alphreid. Welcome to the show.

Cloud: Uhh, really? Okay. Who's playing Rosa?

Zack: I am!

Cloud: For fucks sake.

• Angeal was placed in the role of Varvados against his will, the same case for Kunsel, who was bribed with money to play Garm.

• The rest of SOLDIER is tasked with being the stage crew. They have a month to rehearse, something which would've been fine had GENESIS not been the director. He insists on getting a director's chair, and wearing the typical director's beret and scarf while shouting from a megaphone even though he's AT MOST 3 feet away from the stage.

Zack: I thought you said I was playing Rosa. Where's my dress and wig?

Genesis: No, no. Since you and Cloud are playing Rosa and Alphreid, I thought I'd make this the gay version of Loveless.

Zack: Ohhh, I get it now. That's why it's Loveless - G edition. The G stands for gay.

Genesis: No the G stands for Genesis.

Zack: What's the difference?

Genesis:

• Sephiroth wishes whoever sold Genesis the megaphone an eternity in the deepest pits of hell.

*Genesis is standing right beside Sephiroth. Too close, in fact*

Genesis: SEPHIROTH, LETS TAKE IT FROM SCENE 3 IN ACT 1 WHEN THE GODDESS HAS HER BIG MUSICAL NUMBER.

Sephiroth: Genesis I'm standing right here. There's no need to—

Genesis: DON'T QUESTION MY CREATIVE CHOICES.

*Sephiroth grabs the megaphone and smashes it over his head*

• If Genesis were not Angeal's best friend, he also would've choked him with his scarf by now.

Genesis, from his director chair: Angeal, great dancing, but go stage left.

*Angeal goes left*

Genesis: No, your other left.

*Angeal goes right*

Genesis: LEFT.

*Angeal goes further left*

Genesis: Your OTHER Left. Turn around and go right!

*Angeal goes right*

Genesis: LEFT. LEFT. GO LEFT.

*Angeal goes left and violently falls off the stage*

• Cloud wouldn't have agreed to play Alphreid if he had known Zack was playing Rosa. Not because he feels weird playing his love interest, but because Zack is a diva.

Genesis: Alright, Alphreid, this is the scene where you're seeing Rosa again. You're feeling passionate, you're feeling butterflies in your stomach, you're sensing—

Cloud: —Zack's onion breath from lunch.

Zack: Onion soup helps me get into character. Get it, because Rosa has so many layers?

Genesis: Zack, I love your dedication. Cloud, quit complaining. Now kiss, you two.

Cloud: I ain't kissing him with that breath.

Genesis: Kiss!

Cloud: He smells like something died.

Zack: I've never felt more insulted in my life.

Genesis: You're being overdramatic. KISS.

Cloud: Please god no.

Genesis: KISS HIM.

*Zack grabs Cloud by the collar and leans in. Cloud takes one whiff of Zack's breath and immediately passes out*

Zack: I can't work like this.

• Opening night rolls around.

*Angeal approaches Genesis*

Angeal: Zack ate an entire onion and his breath smells like depression.

Genesis: The show must go on.

Angeal: Cloud attempted to knock him out with a broom, but it was a prop, so it broke over his head and he attacked Cloud.

Genesis: The show must go on.

Angeal: Zack sat on him and is blowing his breath in his face as we speak.

Genesis: The show must go on.

Angeal: Cloud has literally passed away.

Genesis: The show must—

*Angeal chokes him*

• Somehow the show does go on. Everyone nails their musical numbers and scenes, all goes well. Until act 4, when Sephiroth forgets his lines.

*During a scene with all the characters*

Sephiroth: To engage in the battle for which I have selected you, I bequeath unto you a....a....uh....?

Genesis, whispering from the edge of the stage: Improvise!

Sephiroth: What? Demise? The goddess killing everyone wasn't in the script.

Genesis, still whispering: No! Improvise the lines!

Sephiroth: Demise to the guys? So I am supposed to kill everyone. Alright then.

Genesis: NO

*Sephiroth unsheathes a sword he wasn't supposed to have*

Cloud: Wait, WHAT?

Sephiroth: The goddess was never merciful.

*He takes a swipe at Cloud and now the two are engaged in an active duel*

Angeal: Guys, this wasn't in the script!

• Angeal dives forward and starts trying to haul Cloud away, who's kicking and struggling. Now Sephiroth veers his attention unto Zack and starts chasing him around with the sword. Zack has no weapon, and is screaming as he dodges Sephiroth's blows.

• Genesis, angered, climbs onto the stage with a ball of fire in hand, screaming and hurtling it at them ("ALL THAT HARD WORK GONE TO WASTE—NEVER BEEN MORE EMBARRASSED IN MY LIFE—SEPHIROTH STOP USING YOUR HAIR AS A WEAPON")

*Kunsel, in a last-ditch attempt to save everyone's dignity, closes the curtain, ending the show*

[777moneymakersstuff]

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ ERLING HAALAND imagine ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ ┊e.haaland x f! reader

☄︎⋆ ༘ how would look your relationship with his family while you two are dating. . .

⇢ ˗ˏˋ FIRST MEETING ࿐ྂ

• you weren’t sure if it was a good idea to meet erling’s family and spend Christmas with them. when you heard that from him, you were speechless for a few seconds. it was supposed to be two-in-one solution. because you and erling were in a long-distance relationship, so you two didn’t hang out as much as you wanted to. you didn’t see each other for a full month, because you had school and he needed to train. unfortunately, the only "dates" you had were mostly by facetime, it made you miss each other, so erling came up with the idea of spending Christmas with his family.

• as anyone knew, erling was so close to his siblings and parents. he was such a family man, which made him an amazing person and partner. but you didn’t know if his family would accept you, you thought that his parents had their perfect idea of the perfect girlfriend for their youngest son. and you weren’t sure if you would meet their expectations.

• let’s say that you had a very interesting style. you loved funky makeup, that was far away from the "clean girl aesthetic" it was kind of your therapy and a form of expressing yourself. also, you didn’t like your natural hair, you just thought it were boring, so you wear a wigs every day. you had kind of big collection of those. you were grateful that erling loved your style and always complimented your looks. but you were scared that this would be something that they would hate about.

• when the day finally came, you were shaking internally, but you tried to look fine on the outside. you knew it was important to erling, so you didn’t want to be a dramatic queen because it was not your thing. when you two were finally outside his home, you squeezed the handle of your suitcase. you were expecting the worst greeting of your life, but as soon as you saw a middle-aged woman with a big smile on her face, your concerns disappeared.

• they were the kindest people you knew. it was surprising that they already treated you like a part of their family, even if they just met you. you didn’t have good terms with your own family, so you finally felt what a real family should look like.

• they appreciate everything you have done to help them with Christmas preparations, even if it was just setting the table or small things like this.

• long story short, you were positively surprised how Christmas at erling’s home turned out.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS SISTER ࿐ྂ

• what can you say? gabrielle is the kindhearted soul you met. when you two first met, she was mesmerized by your energy and your look. she was totally your opposite; she wasn’t interested in makeup or crazy fashion items that much, her makeup bag was simple, and her outfits were mostly basic, but you became her inspiration.

• she was so excited that her little brother found a girl who was actually worth his attention. she knew that he seemed like a big, heartless guy, but he was a perfect example of why you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. so it was a relief for her when she saw how happy you made his brother.

• she loved to steal you from erling and have a girl’s night with you. she was a mom, and let’s be honest, it is a full-time job, so she loved even this one night to relax with you, sometimes she also invited anita.

• she loves sending you tiktok’s or instagram reels with sometimes goofy ideas to record. when you two are alone (or with her brother, astor) she loves to do some trends or things like that, it just makes her happy.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS BROTHER ࿐ྂ

• astor became your spirit animal, you two are literally besties. you’re just acting like a stereotypical sibling who likes to joke about each other, etc. but you are happy that you finally have someone like that in your life.

• he is the master of sending you random stuff on instagram; memes, random tiktok’s. sometimes it isn’t even funny, but you always appreciate an effort. he is also the queen of recording the tiktok’s with you & gabrielle.

• he could be so random, like a video call just to tell you an unfunny joke and then hang out? yeah, he is something like that.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS PARENTS ࿐ྂ

• alfie has always been an open-minded and positive person, so he doesn’t care about these little things like your look, style, makeup, etc. it’s just a way to express yourself, but it doesn’t say what kind of personality you have. and in his opinion, your personality is great, and he’s proud that his son found someone like you. he is fulfilled as a father when his children are happy.

• marita was excited to meet you, just like every mom, she wanted to meet her future daughter-in-law (she really hoped that it wasn’t only an affair). and let me tell you, she wasn’t disappointed. marita was also super happy that all of her children had love of their lives at such a young age. she really couldn’t be happier.

• alfie was impressed by your sense of humour. he enjoyed a good competition by making horrible dad jokes. when it comes to a family dinner, it just switches to live stand-up comedy or even a roast. sometimes only you two are laughing, but who cares?

⇢ ˗ˏˋ RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS STEP MOM & STEP SISTERS ࿐ྂ

• anita is in love with you. she loved when you came to norway, especially with food/snacks from your country. she also appreciates your kindness and how well you treat erling, she thinks that you are his soulmate.

• and the girls, love you (maybe a bit more than they love erling…) you are an inspiration for them, which you find cute. they are always super excited when anita tells them that you will be in norway for a few days, they would even make you your favourite cookies (with a bit of anita’s help, but still)

❛ ━━･❪ the end ❫ ･━━ ❜

hope you liked it!! i think it’s cute ¿headcanons? yeah, let me know how you liked it!!

[ravencincaide]

Surprise, You son of a-

Summary: You acquired a stalker. A man who harmed those around you, but never touched or approached you. The plan was for you to play bait, lure him and mace him. Then Dazai would take care of the rest. Unfortunately there was just one thing you did not calculate with… 

Pairing: Dazai x fem!reader (x dark/ Yandere Chuuya)

Inspired by Sweetober prompt 7: Sharing clothes 

Warnings: Cursing, abduction and drugs, stalking, mention of sexual content including hint/mention of non-con, voyeurism and questionable consent. Insanity- if you really try. It’s dark, okay?

Enjoy?

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“ I think you’re right, this might actually work!” You exclaimed excitedly as you stared at yourself in the mirror; you were dressed in a pair of light pants and a white shirt. Over it, you borrowed your boyfriend's vest- a dark thing that was just a tad too long coming down to your midthigh. And over it his beige coat, which too was oversized, the sleeves coming past your fingertips and the coat itself stopped mere inches above the ground. Though you didn’t necessarily think it a bad thing, the less of your body that was visible the better. You had gathered your hair up into braids which you then shifted around your head, hiding them beneath the wig cap and the dark brown wig which almost matched Dazai’s shade. 

The rest was just bandages and make up. 

You both noticed that you were not a perfect replica of Dazai; too feminine even with all the binding, wrong hair lengths and colour, wrong height and paler complexion, but you both reasoned that no one would be looking too closely. At least not the one this disguise was intended for. 

“ See Y/N, I told you it wouldn’t be an issue to get you to look exactly like a lady kill-aouch” Dazai hollered in pain as you pinched him, sending him a warning glare not to re-attempt to finish that sentence. The grin you got in return made you wonder if the physical pain was actually a punishment to him- or foreplay. 

Rather than find out you turned your attention back towards the mirror, your fingers moving to fidgeting with the wig. You were playing ignorant to his advances. This earned you a dramatic sigh, as if you were crushing his heart. “ Ohh Belladonna why must you be so cruel to me, my love? If only you’d fulfill my humble request of–

“ No  We’re not turning this into some self-cestious kink-exploration for you.”  you cut him off with a warning glare as your hands finally left your wig and grasped the can of mace from your nightstand. You brought it close to yourself, the control-freak part of you wondering if it worked and a rational part of you reminding you that it was best not to find out. 

Especially inside. 

Sensing your nervousness Dazai came up and rested his hand on top of yours, a moment of seriousness on his face. “ It will go fine Bella” he promised “ I’ll be right behind you. You just need to lure him into an alley and spray the mace. I’ll handle the rest.” Then a quick peck on the lips, which made you smile.

You leaned forward and gave him a slightly deeper kiss salvaging the closeness. Before it could go too far you broke it off and pushed some rogue strands out of his face, staring at him with all the love in your heart. You were so lucky to have him. “ You know If this works and we get rid of this stalking sun of a biscuit quickly we’ll have plenty of time to take a version of this outfit for a ride in bed- what do you think?” 

You were met with a Cheshire’s grin, Dazai’s lips on yours while he carefully walked you backwards towards your front door. “ Then let's get this over and done with Belladonna” he purred before he opened the front door and shoved you out before slamming it in your face, in your typical- he’s-annoyed-you-enough-fashion. 

You stumbled, caught yourself before you made an act of clingy Dazai; banging on the door, a fake cry of ‘why Belladonna why’ before dancing away to the sound of Dazai laughing through the wood. 

You just hoped he didn’t blow it. 

The act was about as perfect as your appearance; but you hoped it was enough to fool your stalker. After all this was a man who never got close to you and never approached you- from what you could tell at least. But he did seem to hold a grudge towards anyone who dared visit your apartment. In fact, if he hadn’t hurt one of your childhood friends a few weeks ago you wouldn’t have even noticed his existence. Now however you felt like you were watched wherever you went. Yet no matter how hard you looked you never saw him.  

Dazai suggested turning this game of cat-and-mouse around; they’d still think they were the pray and be too blind to notice they were walking right into a trap. The only thing you had to do was pretend to be Dazai and lure him away and disarm him, then your boyfriend who’d follow from a distance, would take care of the rest. You shuddered slightly when you thought over what ‘the rest’ meant. But decided against asking. 

Sometimes ignorance really was bliss. 

 As you left your apartment complex you headed down into the half busy streets in a rather relaxed fashion, arms folded above your head, using the sleeves of the coat as a way to keep another part of your face obscured. Your eyes flickered from one person to another; teenagers sharing candy in the corner of the street, a young couple shopping together and a bunch of punks trying to trick an older teen into buying them cigarettes. There were some elderly too enjoying the warm weather, sharing pleasantries and complaining about how things have changed from their youths. 

No one looked particularly threatening and you were beginning to think your charades failed. Just when you were about to turn back around you sensed it; that bone chilling feeling of being watched. You resisted the urge to look around or pick up your pace as you turned off the main road and towards a smaller street filled with tiny mom and pop shops- the route Dazai told you to follow. The narrow street drew less attention and had several decent obscured alleys. You kept your pace slow, listening closely. About a minute after you turned into the alley you heard the fast click clack of dress shoes behind you.

Bingo. 

You heard the steps grow closer and quickly rounded a corner towards an even smaller alley. One step, then you pressed your back against the wall, mace in hands. Your eyes closed as you focused on silencing your breathing. Seconds ticked in your head as the footsteps grew closer and closer, growing faster, eager to not let you out of sight. 

  3, 2, 1 .

You jumped out back onto the larger alley. “ Buu you son of a –” you yelled, pressing down on the mace and spraying for a good thirty seconds. It wasn’t until it was too late that you realized who the figure doubling in pain was. But when you did, you dropped your weapon with a bewildered cry. 

Clang of the metal echoed against the walls as the mace rolled away out of sight. 

“ Chuuya what the? I’m so sorry!” You started taking a step towards him. Then as you felt your eyes burn you quickly moved back again and ran a hand through the wig trying to mask your embarrassment. 

“ I-its okay Y/N” he coughed a few times waving his hand in an attempt to get some clean air into his lungs. It took him surprisingly little time to completely recover. The only trace of your little attack being a redness around his eyes and a slightly runny nose which he took care of with a clean handkerchief. Now  his attention was on you, his look clearly demanding to know what the hell you were up to. 

You just shook your head a no- it was best not to ask. “ I’m so sorry again” you mumbled feeling incredibly stupid. “ Come, let me get you a cup of tea as an apology.” 

Chuuya raised his hand as if to say not to worry about it. Then he lowered it and flashed you a smirk; “ Only if we can agree on coffee” 

“ Deal!” you exclaimed before taking a look around. Realizing you were still in the alley you turned on your heel and continued heading straight towards the exit. 

At the corner there would be this wonderful little shop that sold all sorts of imported coffee and coffee-based treats. It was one of the pricier shops in the area so you deemed that it would be good enough to suit the executives tastes. Chuuya followed you, however rather than walk right beside you he kept a step or two behind you. You glanced up at him, then carefully glanced behind him towards the alley entrance with slight confusion. 

You still couldn’t shake off the feeling of being watched- the icy cold dread in the pit of your stomach which grew with each step that you took. A warning bell was going off in your head but you couldn’t quite place a finger on why. The notion was ridiculous after all, Chuuya was your friend. 

“ What are you doing here, Chuuya?” You asked, making small talk. Suddenly you paused mid step as the sense of dread became overbearing. Dazai should have caught up with you already. 

But he didn't. Why? 

Did it mean that the stalker saw through your charade? Impossible. You weren’t perfect but you knew the act was good. You and Dazai had practiced for hours and even fooled Atsushi with it when you took it for a test-run. No, the act was good enough. Unless your target knew Dazai very well. Say, like the back of their hand, familiar with every single mannerism of his down to the way he walked, talked and breathed. If that were the case they’d first prevent your boyfriend from helping you and then, “ Say Chuuya, Dazai was your twin dark. You’d have realized I’m not him unless-” 

You never got to finish your sentence as a sweet scent filled your senses a second before Chuuya took one larger step closing the distance between you. He clasped a cloth over your nose and mouth. His other hand wrapped around you in an iron grip, keeping you in place and restraining your struggles. You screamed and screamed, trying to bite the cloth away from yourself, your fingers clawing at his hands. But with each scream you inhaled more of the substance. You could feel your body growing weaker on you- betraying you. 

It was no use.

“ I’m sorry Y/N, you’re too smart for your own good” Chuuya whispered in your ear as dark dots played in your vision “ You should have just left it alone- you really should have.” That was the last thing you heard as you passed out, praying that Dazai would find you..

Your head was killing you, like a thousand woodpeckers pecking away at your skull. Your body felt heavy, groggy and your limbs refused to cooperate properly. You silently cursed yourself as you tried to pry your eyes open. The mixture of medicines in your body fighting with you, trying to keep you under. What was it? Anastesia? Were you under an operation? No, it was something else, something else and chloroform.  You knew chloroform, you’d recognize it anywhere; the sickly sweet smell that made your stomach turn. So why didn’t you recognize it before it was too late? 

Because it was Chuuya. 

The thought made you angry and with it came a burst of adrenaline: snapping your eyes open, you sat up in one quick motion before you felt your stomach turn. You clutched it, uncertain whether whatever you ate that morning was going to stay inside you or not. The world span, the colors twisting and fleeting into one another making the unfamiliar objects around you almost indistinguishable. One thing you were certain though; this wasn’t a hospital, your room or any kind of mom and pop shop.  

You heard a sound, someone rushing to your side and then felt an arm quickly wrap around your shoulders steadying you. A hand was on your back, rubbing up and down “ Shhh shh shh, not so quickly Y/N, you need more rest, you’ll feel better soon I promise.” You tried to focus on the voice as another wave of nausea rolled over you. On instinct you curled more in on yourself trying to make the world stop spinning

“ Wanna throw up Sweetheart or are you good?” 

That nickname made you freeze. You shook your head making a weak attempt at pushing him away from yourself. Damn traitor was what you wanted to call him but all that came out was a pitiful “ njah” 

You felt something cool press to your lips before he tilted you back slightly. “ Just water. Drink, it will help clear your head.” 

The water splashed against your lips, a drop rolling down your chin. You resisted the temptation. You heard Chuuya sigh before he moved. He shifted the glass more, giving it a deeper angle. The glass pressing past your lips, the water now almost slipping down your throat. You had no choice, so you drank, feeling instant relief. The water felt soothing, like a miracle for a dying man and you could feel your stomach settling down. Almost too quickly it finished, yet you were too stubborn to ask him for another. You felt so tired again, to the point you barely noticed as he lowered you back in bed and covered you with a blanket. 

You were out cold in seconds.

The next time you woke up, you felt well enough to take in your surroundings. You were in an unfamiliar room, laying on a rather large bed with a metal headboard. You could see cuffs dangling from above your head, one set on either side, yet your arms were free, resting beside you beneath a thin fuzzy blanket. You guessed the room wasn’t very big but didn’t dare turn your head and check. Not yet. You could hear him breathing a few paces away and did not want to risk having to look at that traitorous hypocritical bastard without proper assessment of your state. 

When you shifted your legs,you felt the cold metal of the cuff cutting into your right ankle and heard the shift of the metal chain. It was heavy, so much you could say. You doubted you’d be able to break it with sheer force. Your fingers inched towards your pockets, still icy cold and somewhat slow in their movement. As they brushed against your clothes you realized you were still in Dazai’s attire and cursed silently in your head. Then you drew in a deeper breath and closed your eyes, thinking of your next move. 

“ Don’t try to use your ability” you heard Chuuya’s voice ring loud and clear a small distance away from you. “ It’s a government chain, you’ll only end up hurting yourself if you try.” You didn’t grace him with a reply. He didn’t seem to mind as he continued speaking” I’m sorry I had to take your gun away. I couldn’t have you do anything stupid” 

Before you knew it you were back in a sitting position. “ What the fuck do you mean stupid? And why the hell are you doing this.” You yelled at Chuuya who was sitting on a chair a good distance away from your bed. His legs were crossed, his hands resting on top of them palms up. His usual jacket was not on him; it hung casually across the back of another chair with his hat on top. On that second chair was a tray of food, a flimsy bottle of water and a handful of pills in a small white paper cup.  

“ I know it's hard to see it right now, but I’m not here to hurt you Y/N. I’m here to help” He said each word slowly and calmly, clearly hoping to soothe you. 

Your face shifted into an expression of bewilderment and anger “ Help me? How does beating up my friend and then abducting me ‘help me’ Chuuya? How?!” 

“ Because Y/N you’re so caught up in Dazai’s webb you’ve stopped caring about yourself and your future. You just bow your head to his every beck and call and that’s not you” he stated as he leaned to the side and lifted up the tray moving it closer to you. 

“ What are you–” Your sentence got caught in your throat as you took a look, finally took a look at Chuuya. He was older than what you remembered him to be. More worn out perhaps? There wasn’t a hint of a smile on his lips, not even a smirk or a grin. His lips were just set in a straight line, slightly white from how hard he was pressing them together in barely contained anger. But it was his eyes that shook you down to your core; the normally vibrant shimmering blue orbs which put even the sky to shame as they glistered with a wide range of emotion were completely empty. They were a hollow blue grey shade- a shell of their former self. “ Chuuya what did you do?” 

Your question put him in a frenzy, the way you looked at him, as if he was the monster was killing whatever sliver of light that was left in him; “ Don’t think I haven’t seen you Y/N, haven’t seen you cry your eyes out when slimy Dick’s not home cuz he’s fucking another woman.” Chuuya’s hollow eyes stared down at you, his lips pulled up into a sadistic sneer “ or when he forces you to take him whenever or whenever, or pressures you to agree to whatever shit his mind comes up and you’re crying both during and after Y/N. Don’t think I haven’t seen you. Ugly sobbing and all.  It’s not right Sweetheart. It isn’t” 

You gaped: your mouth opening and closing like a fish, your cheeks dusting a light pink, words stuck in your throat. They were refusing to come out. You didn’t know where to even begin, or how you were going to reason with him.

Chuuya wasn’t finished, however.

He moved closer, his gloved hand slowly inching towards you. “ But I’d never disrespect you like that sweetheart, never force you or hurt you. I’d never abandon you- you know that the bastard pretty much gave you away to me? ”

“ Dazai would never” you glared darkly at him. As his fingers grazed your cheek you flinched and turned away putting distance between you. The action made Chuuya sigh heavily and move back, running that hand through his hair. He looked bitter. 

“ You think? The mackerel served you up to me in his attire with an added comment ‘you can have my left overs.’ slimy bandages. And you still think he cares for you?” He was shaking as he stared down at you. Chuuya took a deep breath before his voice took on a sad, heartbroken tone.” While I’ve always been here, waiting and waiting ready to sweep you off your feet and yet you’re eyes were only on him” 

“ Dazai isn’t- he wouldn’t.”  

“ Dazai this, Dazai that. Even now when we both know he’s already balls deep in another woman! And you’re still relying on him hah-!” Chuuya shook his head before something seemed to change in him, the contained anger spilling into something dark and full of malice-  “- You think I’m smaller than him, is that it?! That somehow that womanizing bastard is better in bed? That only he can satisfy you ehh? Is that why?” Chuuya yelled, his hands landing away from his hair, dangerously close to his belt. 

At that moment, for the first time that night, you realized that you were in danger. Real actual danger. This wasn't Chuuya, the sweet hot-tempered ginger man whom you’d share stories and dirty jokes with over a glass of wine. This was a man with slipping sanity capable of anything. His eyes alone were an atonement to that. Those hollow blue orbs told you that if you didn’t think fast enough you’d learn on your own skin- your own pussy- how far he was willing to go to have you. 

You moved, launching forward as far as the chain would let you and pressed both hands on top of his larger ones, trying to get him to leave his belt alone. “ No not at all, I must be still a bit hazy after the drug. I didn't mean to upset you.” 

He didn’t react, his fingers finishing pulling the edge of the belt out of the first loop and starting to fiddle with the clasp. 

You tightened your hold on his arm. Your heart beating loudly in your ears. You thought you were going to throw up. Maybe you should- maybe it would disgust him enough to make him stop. No, a little voice in your head told you. All that could do was enrage him more. And that would end up making it worse on yourself. 

“ I’m definitely still not clear in the head, so lets talk some more later please Chuuya, please stop” You called to him, leaning more of your weight onto him. That didn’t stop him, if anything it made you more aware of the growing tension in his pants.

Fuck. 

You needed a plan- a way out and you needed it now. However each plea and logical call fell on deaf ears and you were in no condition to fight him. Ability or not he’d overpower you in seconds. You were running out of options and this was your last card to keep yourself safe;

You forced your mind to think of each embarrassing and humiliating memory until your cheeks glowed a dark red. Then you tilted your head down, faking a shy appearance.“ but you wouldn’t want our first time together like this, right? All dry and then bloody. And me passing out and missing out on the fun mid-way through, right?” You felt his movements grow less erratic and continued; “  So would you let me rest a few hours more, clear my head a bit, please? Please Chuu'' you pleaded 

You glanced up at him, staring up with big pleading eyes. You saw the newly made nickname stir something in those hollow orbs. Like a spark of life glimpsing through insanity.

 “ Please Chuu” you pleaded again, continuing to stare at him, praying that this was enough. A moment passed, two, three before he let his hands drop away from his pants. 

You bit your tongue to stop yourself from flinching as he raised a hand and rested it on the back of your head, then he leaned forward pressing a long kiss on your forehead. “ You’re right, I’m sorry, Sweetheart, it was so selfish of me. You need your rest. And I need to get you something comfortable to wear- slimy mackerel clothing really does not suit you.” With those words he turned around as if nothing happened and grabbed the hat and jacket from the back of the chair. 

He paused in the doorway long enough to wish you sweet dreams and tell you not to eat what he brought earlier, and that he’ll be back later with some fresh food and water for when you’ve had your rest. Then he left. As the door clasped shut you heard the automatic lock kick in, shutting you in place. Then two more additional ones; a chain and a key. 

Slumping back into the bed you curled your knees up to your chest and wrapped your arms tightly around them. Tears were running down your cheeks in steady unpretty streams. 

You bought yourself a few hours tops but what were you supposed to do then? 

[socialfakes]

in perfect harmony -quinn hughes-

chapter 1: toddler era

nhl players x platonic abigail jackson

quinn hughes x abigail jackson

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abbyjackson | been matching every halloween since we were born 🥛🍪 and this was only the beginning tagged: _quinnhughes

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jackhughes wow you guys were always lame huh | abbyjackson shut up jack | _quinnhughes our parents chose this, not us you idiot 😂

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colecaufield besties since birth | abbyjackson you know it 😉

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user01 milk and cookies. my favorite | _quinnhughes 😊😊

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user03 why is this the most adorable thing i’ve ever seen? 😍

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user04 you guys, quinn’s girlfriend is feeding us with the cutest pics 😊 | _quinnhughes she’s not my girlfriend | abbyjackson but he wishes i was 😉 | _quinnhughes um excuse me ma’am, but who was it that proposed to ME in 5th grade? 🤨 | abbyjackson bro that’s not what happened | lhughes_06 but “bro”, that is exactly how it happened 😂 | abbyjackson nobody asked you luke 🙄

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_quinnhughes | always thought abby was the perfect garth to my wayne and i couldn’t ask for a better halloween partner than this girl ❤️ tagged: abbyjackson

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abbyjackson awe we were just babies 😍😊

abbyjackson thank you for being the best wayne to my garth ❤️

lhughes_06 okay i like this one

jackhughes definitely dorks but this year was a little better than your first halloween 😂

trevorzegras even in a blonde wig and glasses, she’s still adorable 😊 | _quinnhughes simmer down there trev | jackhughes yeah or he might get jealous you’re hitting on her | _quinnhughes no because she has a boyfriend and i don’t think he would appreciate it 😏 | abbyjackson stop you’re making me blush trev 😊❤️

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_quinnhughes always been a queen 👸🏻

jackhughes please tell me how quinn got so much taller than you so quickly | abbyjackson i’m not sure how it happened but this might be when he stopped growing 😏 | _quinnhughes what? not it wasn’t

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user08 the most beautiful queen

user03 you guys were babies

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[paintedscales]

FFXIV Write 2024 :: Day Fifteen

Prompt: You choose! (Hair) Characters: Nomin tal Kheeriin, Estinien Varlineau, Teiamon, Gonetomon Word Count: 1,103 Notes: Digimon AU

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Summer vacation was nearly at an end, and unfortunately for Nomin, Estinien had been away in Wales for a time. With just a couple weeks left before the new school year was to start, Nomin found routine back at home incredibly dull. Even if she was allowed to work part-time down on the main floor of Buckthorn to earn some extra money for herself, she missed being able to walk the streets in his, Gonetomon, and Teiamon's company.

It was morning when Nomin received a text from Estinien. She had been busy brushing her hair -- short as it was, though, she really only made sure the locks were tame enough to be presentable. Reaching for her phone, Nomin saw the message that made her smile.

‘Back in town. You have plans for the evening?’

Nomin quickly typed up a response, saying each word slowly as she did: “Not…at…all. Working with…family at…the store… I…get off…at…six…”

“Is that Esti~?” Teiamon asked, perking up from having been snoozing on Nomin’s bed. ‘Esti’ had been a shortening that she took to calling him, claiming ‘Estinien’ was ‘too many syllables.’

“Mhm!” Nomin hit send and then looked at Teiamon. Her smile remained, the telltale crinkle in her eyes showing genuine elation. She then turned her head, her black hair swaying gently with each turn, feathering against her cheeks and neck. “What do you think? He's never seen me without a wig. But my hair is long enough now that I feel really good about it.”

“If you feel good about it, then it doesn't matter what I think!” Teiamon replied, sitting on her haunches while smiling back at Nomin. She had seen the growth of confidence in Nomin as time went on with her gradual recovery and return to normalcy from essentially being a resident at the hospital.

“I hate when you manage to say some really smart things sometimes,” Nomin said jokingly. “But…I suppose you have a point. If I’m happy with it…” she looked at the full length mirror next to her wardrobe, expression softening. “Then I'll continue being happy with it.”

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Evening came around, and Nomin helped get some stuff put away before eagerly shouldering off the Buckthorn employee waistcoat and nametag, running upstairs all the while. Teiamon had been in the living area, laying upside down on the couch while watching the telly, only righting herself when Nomin came hurrying upstairs. There was clear excitement in Nomin, and she had an outfit all ready and laid out on her bed.

The overshirt and shorts were of matching, lightweight fabrics, a sage green and white striped pair with pink buttons and a pink sash to tie the shorts in place of a belt. The undershirt was a simple white vest lined with watermelon slices along the hem. Pink hose to accompany black flats, and a myriad of different little watermelon accessories to really tie the theme of the outfit together.

Nomin thought she looked cute in the mirror by the time she clasped the two hairpins to keep her bangs out of her face. Grabbing the watermelon messenger bag, Nomin exited the room to see Teiamon waiting patiently for her.

“You coming along?” Nomin asked with a grin, holding out her arm. With delight, Teiamon responded, fluttering up and perching herself upon Nomin’s shoulder. With both of them ready to go, Nomin made her way downstairs to see Estinien and Gonetomon just having entered Buckthorn, the electric bell at the tail end of its ring to signal someone crossing the threshold.

When their eyes met, Estinien seemed stunned for a moment as he let the door slowly close behind him. His expression then softened as he watched Nomin hurry around past the checkout counter. He was then taken aback when she threw her arms around him in greeting, Teiamon fluttering up to give them both space. She found the perfect place to perch herself: on top of Gonetomon’s head as he gave a huff and tried to swat her away.

“Estinien! How was Wales?” Nomin asked, soon settling and looking up at him.

“It’s Wales; there’s not exactly a lot to do except visit family and see the sheep,” Estinien replied with a scoff of amusement. Looking Nomin over, he cleared his throat and then motioned to her -- specifically her hair. “It’s…different seeing you without the blue hair.”

“Oh…” Nomin’s expression faltered somewhat before she grabbed a loose lock and lightly twisted it between her fingers. Estinien’s tone filled her with a sense of uncertainty. “Do…um…should I wear my blue wig?”

“Th-That’s not what I meant. It’s…erm…” Estinien looked away, a flustered blush reddening his face as his brow furrowed somewhat. “Your hair looks really nice. I’m glad it’s growing back nicely… It was just surprising, that’s all… To see you with black hair.”

Relief welled in Nomin, a smile returning to her lips. “It’s my natural color. It’s…been nice not having to wear the wigs as much.”

The blush remained on Estinien’s face as he then motioned toward the door. “That’s…That’s good to hear. Listen…I know we didn’t discuss a plan or anything, but…” Estinien seemed to struggle with whatever it was that was on his mind.

“Whatever it is, let’s do it!” Nomin replied, trying to ease any tension he might have felt. The two of them departed from the store, their Digimon closely following at their heels. They stepped out onto the sidewalk where the smell of the nearby restaurants and their dishes being cooked filled the air alongside the tinge of car emissions as they drove down the street.

Estinien’s shoulders relaxed as he sighed, relieved to hear Nomin willing to go with him no matter what it may have been. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out a brightly colored yellow flier and unfolded it. “When dad, Hami, and I got back home, this was in our mail. Thought you would have liked it if you didn’t already see it…”

Nomin took up the flier looking over it as the two of them walked together.

“A flower walk?” Nomin looked over at Estinien.

“You said your sister always came by the hospital to make sure you had fresh flowers in your room when they started wilting… I…assumed it was because you liked them…” Estinien admitted. “But if it’s not your thing, we can do something else.”

“No, no! I would love to go!” Nomin beamed, gently bumping shoulders with Estinien as they walked.

Though he did his best to hide it, a smile tugged at Estinien’s lips, delighted to have something to do that brought a smile to Nomin’s face.

Bonus:

[yelenassafeplace]

| Found peace

Again sorry for my bad English, I’m French and still have a lot to learn. Anyway please do not translate or re upload this oneshot. Thank you.

pairing: Simon Riley x blackfem!reader

Author's note: just fluff and comfort from Simon. This one shot is inspired by one of the relationships I’ve been in so it’s kind of a way for me to try and get over it. There’s racism and a slight mention of physical abuse in here so, please be aware of it and don’t read this if it’s something that could trigger you.

Warnings: racism, mentions of a toxic and abusive relationship, lots of harsh words and hurtful terms, ends with fluff and comfort but the beginning can be triggering, tell me if I should add more warnings.

Your last relationship had left you traumatized. The man you had been with had treated you like nothing but trash. Sometimes it felt like he didn’t even see you as a human being.

It was because of your skin color. Of course, you had to fall on a racist.

It seemed like being a plus-size and pansexual black woman wasn’t a constraining enough battle for you. On top of that, God had to put this man on your way.

This “relationship” lasted a week. A. Week.

But it was a week of pure mental torture and abuse.

Somehow, he had to remind you of the color of your skin at every moment. In case you forgot, you know.

You did the dishes for him out of kindness? You received a “thanks n*gga.”.

You had your bonnet or wig on? He pulled it right off your head without caring if it hurt you and made fun of your real hair.

He saw a monkey on a TV documentary or an another black person out of the house? He immediately pulled out the “Hey, look ! It’s one of your brothers.” cards.

You were out with his friends? He had to make racist jokes and accents to put you down in front of them.

He got an STD out of nowhere? You obviously gave it to him because you’re black. You don’t have anything after examination? Well…It doesn’t change anything because every black person in the world has AIDS. Its well known.

He’s been having more pimples and breakouts since you two got together? It’s definitely because of you, since you know… You’re black.

You said something he didn’t like or complained about his behavior? He slapped you. No, but really who do you think you are? You’re lucky he’s dating you in the first place. That’s right, he’s doing you a favor and sacrificing himself. Who would want to have a black girlfriend like you?

Yeah. It was one of the hardest week of your life. You never felt so little and unworthy of anything in front of someone.

After that, you decided to just stay single and never try having something serious with another man. You were nowhere near being healed enough to get in a new relationship anyway.

It had been an entire year before you met the one. And if someone had told you that you would have settled down with a white man again before you met him, you would have burst into laughter.

But here you are now in a happy and healthy relationship with Simon.

Of course, he’s not perfect and he has his own issues. But he never puts you down. Never.

Not even when he’s angry or frustrated. Not even when you’re having a big argument. Not even when you’re straight up mean to him. Never.

He loves everything about you. Your natural hair, your tanned skin tone, your wide hips and big thighs, the way your accent get more pronounced every time you speak with your family or with someone from your country. You’re just a goddess in his eyes.

After being with him just during a few months, he had helped you gain so much more confidence back that you could proudly wear your natural hair outside.

Your long and full afro is now freely bouncing up and down or side to side slightly as you walk through the mall with him by your side to do some shopping.

Of course people were staring and giving you weird looks, but no one commented on it and honestly, you couldn’t care less.

But unfortunately, after years of living peacefully, you finally had your first racist encounter in a while.

Too bad for the woman, your fiancé was not having any of it.

“My gosh, your hair looks so…”

A white woman says while touching your hair without your consent, a weirded out expression on her face as she messes your afro up.

“Uh, don’t touch my hair without my permission please, ma’am. It’s not correct.”

You instinctively take a few steps back to get your hair away from her hands.

“Oh come on, it’s just hair. Do I need permission to touch your shoulders too? I don’t think so.”

And as she says that, she tries to reach for your hair again. But this time, Simon steps in and grabs her wrist before yanking her hand away from you.

“You don’t get to touch my wife’s hair without her permission. She said no, so back off.”

The woman scoffs and grabs her wrist to hold it against her chest, her eyes wide with shock.

“How rude of you. I was just trying to appreciate her African culture. How dare you touch me like that?!”

She starts to talk loudly, the attention of the others customers turning on the three of you.

You start to feel uncomfortable with all these eyes on you, so you gently tap Simon’s arm to signal to him that it’s okay and you two can just go into another shop.

“What? No, we’re not leaving. You said you wanted to try dresses here. We’re staying.”

He then turns to the woman again to answer her. 

“How do I dare to touch you? You can touch my wife, but I can’t touch you?”

He laughs before tilting his head to the side, looking straight at her soul through her eyes.

“Why do you feel so entitled with her? Is it because she’s black?”

He keeps his voice loud and clear on purpose so the other customers can hear.

The woman’s cheeks and face get red as she starts fuming. With anger or shame, you couldn’t figure out.

“What?! Are you calling me a racist? I’ll have you know that my son’s best friend is black, and I don’t have any problem with him being around my house ! I even traveled to Africa once when I was young.”

You can’t help but chuckle at that, turning your head to the side so she wouldn’t see your smile.

“What are you laughing about, you…”

She cuts herself off before she can continue, clearing her throat and looking around her while being embarrassed. She was probably going to insult your skin color or call you a monkey.

“Please, finish your sentence, miss. We’re all listening.”

Simon says, his arms crossed over his chest as he patiently waits for her to continue.

She lets out a frustrated groan after seeing some teenagers were recording, turning on her heels and letting out some muffled curses as she gets out of the store.

You let out a sigh of relief as she stomps out, grateful that things didn’t go south. Simon stares at her back as she leaves before turning to face you, rearranging the hair she messed gently.

“I’ll wash your hair for you when we get home. We don’t know if her hands were as filthy as her personality.”

He jokes, and you laugh, leaning into him to get a hug.

“Yeah. Thank you…”

He smiles and hugs you back, softly stroking your back as the people around you get their attention back on what they were doing slowly.

“No need to thank me. I’m here for that, lovely. I’ll always defend you no matter what.”

And you know he means it. That’s one of the reasons you love him so much.

He presses his lips against yours for a sweet kiss, and you smile into it, feeling like you aren’t alone against all of this anymore.

You got home and followed him in the bathroom straight after putting your things away and having a snack so he could wash your hair. And he did it perfectly, even using conditioner and blow drying your hair.

“How do you know you need to do that?”

You asked at some point, looking at his reflection in the mirror, as he was now putting oil in your hair to hydrate them.

“I watched videos on YouTube.”

And just with that, you completely melted. He went out of his way and learned how to care for your hair… If that’s not husband material, you don’t know what is.

And you got surprised again as you got out of the bathroom and saw a hairstylist installing everything she needed to braid your hair in the living room, looking over at him with wide eyes.

“What? You’ve been telling me you wanted to get braids for your friend’s wedding.”

You smiled as you saw the little blush on his cheeks while he shrugs like it’s nothing, getting on your toes to give him kisses.

“Thank you baby.”

Oh, he was so getting lucky tonight.

My first time writing something else than smut on this app, not sure of how it turned out🤣

[booksrbetterthanpeople]

Inspired by your Canon!Marinette post with her worst moments with the Science Kids, I wonder something. Could you make a sequel post with the worst thing/moment Marinette had with the Akuma Class, with Luka and Kagami included?

Kim (Yeah. That’s right. Why don’t y’all sit the fuck down?):

Marinette was pissed at him for that prank, (which he was unsure of doing and asked Chloé a second time if he should still go along with it) that she decided to take revenge and hide some spiders in his locker

… Unfortunately, she just grabbed a random breed and Kim had to go to the hospital to get treated for a shit-ton of poisonous spider bites

Max:

Spread rumors online that he was sexist just because he got upset that he lost to her, subjecting him to a bit of online bullying

Ladybug criticized his video game because it made light of past Akuma victims’ experiences despite the fact he got permission from everyone who’s in the game to add them in, but she was adamant and got a ton of her followers to back her up

Myléne:

During one of Nino’s film projects, when Myléne as the female lead had to kiss Adrien, Marinette tripped Myléne and made her break her ankle so that she, the understudy, would get to kiss Adrien

Marinette was praised for her acting during the kiss scene, and Myléne got an honorable mention in the credits

Ivan:

Insinuated that Myléne could do much better than a “terrifying grunge rock wannabe.”

Claims she doesn’t have enough fabric to make him an outfit, but there’s a whole-ass role in her closet

Alya:

Marinette accused her of being a bad friend for suggesting that she should tone down her crush on Adrien, especially the schedule, and then the argument got heated when Alya yelled and called her a creep, then she got Akumatized

When she was cured, Ladybug basically gaslighted Alya into forgiving Marinette… Also, Laadybug makes sure the Ladyblog is scrubbed clean of Chat Noir because according to her, “He doesn’t do anything but flirt and joke.”

Nino:

Manipulates him into changing up his scripts for class film projects so that she can kiss Adrien despite it having no relevance to the film whatsoever

Marinette keeps trying to get him to tell her everything Adrien says so she can have more information about his life, but some things are private and Nino doesn’t feel comfortable sharing them

Nathaniel:

Continuously forgets to add him to group chats, hand him an invitation to a party, include him on the class roster, etc. And then claims that, “If you actually talked instead of drawing, maybe people would actually notice you.”

Ladybug criticized his and Marc’s comic just because it pointed out a few of her flaws, prompting her psychophants to boycott them and even vandalize their homes. She didn’t apologize until like two months later when they published a comic more to her liking where she’s perfect

Alix:

Continuously drags her into her stupid Adrinette plans despite Alix’s discomfort and protests on how her plans are creepy

When Alix said no once again, Marinette blamed it on her being Aromantic, Alix punched her, and that was the end of their friendship for good

Rose:

Marinette stole the hamster plushie her deceased grandmother gave to her so that she could give it to Adrien when she heard that he liked hamsters, too. Rose didn’t have the heart to say anything when she saw how happy Adrien looked

When Rose confronted Marinette, she guiltrips her and has the audacity to bring up her grandmother

Juleka:

Keeps fixing Juleka’s appearance when she offers to model for her, making her look like a completely different person and not like herself at all- Wig, eye contacts, intense contour, stuffing her bra, etc.

When the comments roll in on her website, Marinette doesn’t bother telling them who the model is and just compliments Juleka on how gorgeous she looks despite that girl in the picture not being her

Sabrina:

Let Sabrina do all the work for a group project while she had to do something as Ladybug… And it lasted well until the morning. By that time, Sabrina finished the whole thing, and all Marinette did was sign her name

When Sabrina confronted her about this, Marinette shrugged and asked what the big deal was. She does Chloé’s work all the time

Chloé:

Decided to rub it in Chloé’s face how Audrey has been offering her dozens of internships and even uses her actual name, just to “knock her down a few pegs” even when Chloé didn’t do anything today

Somehow managed to get a picture of Chloé hugging her teddy bear, and sent it to everyone in school. Chloé was so humiliated that she didn’t come to school for almost a month

Adrien:

The statue scene

Theft

Breaking and entering

Stalking

The schedule

… Anyway, Ladybug broke into his bedroom in the dead of night, sniffed his hair, and then kissed him while he was still asleep

Luka:

… Do I need to say it?

Vents all of her problems to him, makes it seem as though she was unhappy when they were dating, and rants about how “Adrien will never notice me! Help me, now!”

Kagami:

Spread rumors that she and her mother moved because she attacked her ex boyfriend back in Japan because she caught him talking to another girl

Sabotaged yet another contest Kagami was a part of where Adrien was the prize

[firedrakegirl]

The sudden storm had sent me outside to sit under the cool rain. It wasn't a bad pain day, but it wasn't a good one either. The rain felt so nice on my scars. I was wearing one of my wigs because it was a bad brain day, the kind where I felt like I was the most hideous creature on earth.

I was sitting on the swing in the yard, face upturned, when I heard the scream of pain, frustration, anger followed by a bright green flash and wave of pressure. I got to my feet and started heading in the direction of the sound. There was a man standing just off my property, head bowed and shoulders shaking. I could see dark hair and a now ruined suit that was dripping from the rain. “Hey, are you okay?” I called as I continued to approach.

The man's head snapped up and he glared at me. “I am fine, mortal.” He snapped.

Then our eyes met. His emerald eyes were....too familiar. I knew those eyes... “Soulmate?” I whispered, now hurrying to his side.

“I know you.” His smile was small but soft. “I have been waiting for you for so long...my soul.”

“I go by Char now...Loki.”

All of the sudden, he pulled me into his arms and held me tightly. I could feel him shaking in my arms, and he buried his face in my shoulder. I held him as tightly as I could, rubbing his back and carding through his wet hair. I could feel how much he just needed to be for a few minutes, and I was more than happy to oblige.

Eventually, he stopped shaking and stepped away. “Apologies. I did not mean to...”

“Loki, it's okay.” I caught his hand with my whole one. “We all need the occasional breakdown to keep going. I get it. Wanna come in and talk about it?”

“Unfortunately, I cannot. I must get back but...” There was a calculating look in his eyes. He pulled me close again, cupped my cheek, and everything went black.

When the human approached, I was ready to blast it into next week, so caught up in my anger and fear was I. Then our eyes met. I looked into her hazel eyes and I knew she was mine. My soulmate. She was perfect. She opened her arms to me and I near collapsed into them. For the first time in a very long time, I allowed myself to be weak. My fear for my brother, pain of how Odin treated me, new knowledge of what I was..it all came out as tears as I held my beautiful soulmate close. Eventually, even with her rubbing my back and soothing me, I stood straight again. “Apologies. I did not mean..”

She cut me off with no fear at all, using my name in a familiar way that not even my so called friends did. When she offered for me to come into her home I realized I could not stay for long but…I couldn’t leave her behind. I pulled her close and used a small spell to put her to sleep for the trip. Using the hidden roads was dangerous for anyone. It was best done with preparation for the first time.

I laid her on my bed, another small burst of magic drying both her and my clothes before I started to cover her with several of my blankets. It was only then that I noticed that my soul had been badly burned. I gently stroked over the raised scars on her cheek, eyes tracing more down her throat and beneath her clothes. My eyes traced over her whole body for more damage. Her right hand was missing several fingers, as well as other scars that were clear on her skin. I sighed and tucked her in more carefully to be sure she would sleep comfortably. I needed to go, to tend to my duties, but I couldn't bear to leave my soulmate, my Char. A moment of thought and a flick of my fingers sent a double to the Odinsleep chambers. All of the sudden a shrill ringing split the air.

I woke with a start, one of my med alarms going off. I scrambled for the bottle on the bedside table for a moment before freezing. This wasn’t my bed. And there was someone watching me from a nearby chair. I blinked a couple times, eye taking a moment to focus. “What.. who… Loki?”

“Good evening, darling.” “Where are we?”

“Asgard. My bed, to be specific.”

I rolled my eye at him. “Okay, well I need to go home.” I saw him flinch and I threw a hand out to stop him. “Not like that. You’re stuck with me. No, I need my meds and eye care stuff.”

“I’m sure we can help with anything you need, darling.”

Instead of answering him, I pulled my false eye out and chucked it at him. “Including the stuff to take care of this?”

He let out a squawk and batted it away. “What in the Nine….?”

“You did notice I’m burned badly, right?” I snickered. “You didn’t think I’d changed my name to Charlotte, did you?”

“I did notice the burns…eventually. Perhaps I did think that you’d changed your name.”

“Char is short for charbroiled sweetheart. And really? How did you miss all this?” I waved at myself with my damaged hand before climbing out of the bed and grabbing the eye.

“Your beauty was overwhelming and all I could see was you.”

“Oh my gods you utter sap.” I blushed, unable to help the small smile. “Well, now that you can see more of me, I hope you're not disappointed?”

Loki frowned and stood, pulling me into his arms. “You are my soulmate. I will never see you as anything other than extraordinarily beautiful. Your scars don't define you any more than a warrior's do. You are, in fact, a warrior.” He held up my damaged hand, pressing a kiss to the stump of each missing finger. “The strongest one I've ever met.”

“Gods, what the hell Loki.” I tried to sass him, but there were tears in my eyes and a blush on my cheeks. I hid my face against his chest. His words meant more to me than I think even he knew. “You can't just say things like that.”

“I think I just did.” He laughed, hooking a finger under my chin and making me look up at him. “Would you mind terribly if I kissed you?”

“I wouldn't mind at all. But only if I can kiss you back.”

He laughed and kissed me, a sweet gentle kiss that made something in my chest relax and I leaned into him. He continued holding my hand, but his other wrapped around my waist and held me against him.

Before the kiss could progress to anything more, there was a knock on the door to his rooms. We both jumped apart like misbehaving children. The door cracked open, and Frigg, queen of Asgard glided in. “Loki, you... oh!” Her expression of concern quickly changed to one of both mischief and joy. “Oh, you found your soulmate!”

“Mother!” Loki was positively beaming. “Yes, she prefers to be called Char.”

I stepped forward and curtsied. “It's short for Charbroiled, your majesty.”

Frigg laughed brightly. “Oh this is joyous news in the face of everything else. Loki, you are still needed in the council room. Do you want me to watch over her for a while?”

“Actually, mother, could you take her to Midgard to gather her belongings? I'm afraid I didn't give her time to do so when I brought her “Why are you needed?” I asked curiously. “I am the king regent.” Loki sighed. “Please mother.” “Of course, my child.” Frigg kissed his brow. “You should get changed first.” Loki waved them off, magic flittering over his body to shift his suit into leathers. “Quickly, before I change my mind.” Frigg laughed and ushered Char out. “We will go the proper way.” “Thank you mother.” Char kept looking back toward Loki as they headed in a different direction. “My child, you need to calm. You’ll be back with him soon.” “I know, your majesty, but…” “But you need to be close.” She finished. “I know. Can you hold out for a short while?” “I can.” I think. I couldn’t say that though. This was an actual Queen I was speaking to. “How should I be speaking with you, your majesty? I am… not noble.” “In formal situations, Queen Frigg or your majesty are correct. The rest of the time, simply Frigg. You are my son’s soulmate, therefore family.” She assured. “You will be considered family, and therefore royal, by many Asgardians.” Frigg laughed gently as I squeaked. “Once you have a chance to settle in and the need to be close dies down, I will train you on proper behavior and speech.” “Thank you, your… Frigg.”

“It is my pleasure, child. I look forward to getting to know you.

“The honor is mine.” I assured her.

Frigg led me to the stables gently. “Have you ever ridden a horse?”

“No ma’am. Especially not since…” I gestured to myself, and my scars, meaningfully. “I don’t know if I’m able to ride.”

“I know just the horse for you. He’s never dropped a rider he didn’t want to, even if they’re unconscious.” She smiled widely. “I promise you’ll be safe.”

“I trust you.” I assured her.

Frigg beamed at me and walked in, calling something in…well I assumed it was ancient Norse.

Before I could ask her what she’d said, there was a thump of hooves on wood and then splintering. Then the biggest horse I had ever seen, even in fantasy media, cantered up to me. He leaned down to snuffle at my hair before crouching in front of me. It was only then that I noticed he had eight legs.

“Oh, you’re beautiful.” I offered my whole hand for him to sniff before stroking his soft nose. “According to the myths at home, Sleipnir is Loki’s son.”

Both the horse and the queen nodded their agreement. “Loki has several children. Please don’t hold that against him.”

“He has... I am so glad to hear that.” I relaxed slightly. “After the fire, there is a good chance I cannot have children. And he is much older than I am. I wouldn’t have expected him to never touch anyone else.” I looked at Sleipnir. “I take it that means you understand me?”

He nodded and nudged me.

“Then...Loki and I just found each other, but I’m his soulmate. Do you think we could spend some time together and get to know each other? I won’t try to change your dynamic with him or anything, but if you’re his family, I’d like us to be family as well, but only if you’re comfortable with it.”

“I absolutely would like you two to continue this conversation.” Frigg cut us off, “But we should hurry. My dear, would you be willing to take us both to the bifrost?” The horse nodded again and Frigg helped me climb on. “I will teach you to ride properly, but for the moment, this will do. And Sleipnir will never let you fall, even if you’re not with me.”

He whickered in agreement as the queen climbed on behind me. “I trust him.”

As soon as we were settled, he was off, cantering gleefully through the city. “Keep your chin high and shoulders back.” Frigg whispered in my ears as people turned to look at us as we rode past. “You are the regent king’s soulmate. You should be proud of him, and how you hold yourself shows it.” I nodded a little and straightened my shoulders as much as I could.

Before long, we approached a golden dome at the end of the rainbow bridge. Sleipnir slowed down until he just walked into the building. A stupidly tall man watched us with nearly glowing gold-orange eyes. “My queen.” He bowed to Frigga, though his eyes remained on me.

“Heimdall. This is Char. She is a royal guest.” Frigga introduced.

“May I make a strange request?” I asked him, entranced by his eyes. “Can I take a picture of your eyes?”

“My eyes?”

I nodded. “Just a photo. You have really cool eyes.”

He looked bemused but nodded. “Very well.”

“Thank you.” I pulled my phone from my pocket and quickly took the picture, before offering a hand to shake. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I am Loki’s soulmate, and Char is short for Charbroiled.”

“We need to go to Midgard, to her home, for a brief time.” Frigga informed him. “We will call for a return shortly.”

“As you wish, your majesty.” He bowed again and inserted his sword into a machine that I had thought was decorative. It started up, causing the bridge out the door to start glowing. Frigga led me to the Bifrost entrance as I watched in awe.

“Bend your knees slightly and hold on to me. The first time is difficult, especially for mortals.” She instructed me kindly. I followed her directions and suddenly we were whisked away. When we dropped in my yard, I tumbled to the ground dispite the warning. “Are you okay, child?”

I blushed brightly, but nodded. “Apologies, ma’am. I’m a bit off balance at the best of times. I only have half of one foot.” I explained.

“Half of a foot?”

“Yes ma’am. After the fire, I ended up with a flesh eating bacteria on my foot, so they had to partially amputate to protect the rest of me.”

Frigga looked mildly disturbed at that. “That was all they could do?”

“I should have died. I have burns over most of my body at a level of severity that should have outright killed me. I am so lucky that it didn’t, but I ended up exceptionally weak for a very long time. Too weak for the kinds of medications that would have fought the bacteria.” I shrugged. “I’d rather Loki was the first one to hear about more of my limitations, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course not, my dear. Thank you for telling me this much.” Frigga cupped my cheek gently. “Why don’t you tell me how I can help you prepare to move in with us.”

“Fully move in, or will I be able to come back?”

“For now. Once Odin awakens or Thor returns, Loki will be able to step down and you two will be able to discuss how to move forward.”

I nodded and started thinking. “Would you mind if I take a quick shower? I need a couple minutes to...reflect. On all of this.”

“Aboslutely. Shall I gather clothing for you? We will get you an Asgardian wardrobe but for your down time?”

“Thank you, your majesty.”

“We’re alone here. You can call me Frigga.” She reminded me.

“Thank you, Frigga.” I nodded again and quickly set off for the bathroom to shower and take a few moments to breathe.

[thecoolerliauditore]

Re: your Ouran rant on your main.

I haven't watched Ouran or read the manga beyond chapter 3 or something myself, but I am familiar with the concept. Honestly I'm somewhat shocked (but shouldn't be) that the story is that anti woman and so hardcore pro gendernorms. Wdym Haruhi isn't even gnc??

I think the concept would be so perfect to precisely try and think critically about gender roles. Gender is a performance, so why can't a woman play the part of a man?

This is highkey fueling my desire for an ouran high school au for hermitcraft/life series. I have had some brainworms about the traffic gals having a hostess club at a school and dragging Joel into it. Was gonna do it just to have a fun, Joel-centric harem story but now I wanna rectify an injustice lmao

No literally that's the thing it feels like it got scared of where its own messaging was going when the premise is. SO set up for challenging these things. And for awhile it really does seem like that's the direction things are going but then it just?? doesn't and the only real conclusion we get re: haruhi and gender is her taking off the long haired wig she was wearing when she goes to rescue Tamaki but even then the imagery we're left with is THIS so like lmao

It's like. It acknowledges gender roles are dumb and performative but never actually challenges said roles. I mentioned Haruhi making the active decision to cut off all her hair and the backlash she gets from Tamaki specifically because it's the only real instance of Haruhi actively choosing to be GNC, and it's... very much shrugged off by the end and everything else she chooses to wear and decorate herself with is outwardly feminine. It feels like it's trying to say "girls can have short hair" more than "girls don't have to look like girls" at times lmao.

I also only hinted at this because I think this is more me seeing things that aren't there and being mad the show isn't as based and woke as I thought it would be but the host clubs existence and the boys in it also act as living representations of these types of social norms being dumb!!

Like the twins who are very much a normal ass pair of brothers but as soon as they're performing for the girls at the host club they go full incest yaoi. And it's pointed out to us through their backstory and their fight episode that they have been very aware of peoples expectations of them their whole lives because they are twins and the one thing they have in common is that they desire independence and their own identities. That's!! A really good theme that could very easily run parallel to the gender stuff!!!!! It's all the same man!!!

Haruhi immediately being able to tell the difference between them because she sees them as people first and the thing they represent (twins, in this case) is what ends up endearing her to them too. C'mon man it's right. it's right there.

The same thing goes for Kyoya's family's high expectations of him or even Honey being infantilized and fetishized because he appears younger than he actually is and likes cute things.

The entirety of the host club being built around what they boys think make them desireable too is an AMAZING theme especially when so much of Haruhi's interactions with them prove them wrong. It's kind of unfortunately underlined with the same misogynistic "Haruhi loves the boys for Who They Really Are because she's smart while the annoying fangirls don't" undertone but the fact they literally categorize and market themselves by what they believe is their "trope" is. Hmm! (e.g. Kyoya is the "cool type" according to their designations, but he's actually most likable to Haruhi and to us when he's more vulnerable and/or chill)

BIG FYI i haven't actually read the manga so I don't know if the anime did it justice or not. I know probably the most major thing that left a bad taste in my mouth was the beach rape episode and that was a very much non-consequential plot I could see being an anime addition. And also this is. an anime I watched when I was 12 and occassionally think back on and go "what the fuck was that about" so my views on it are going to be pretty biased.

Anyway host club AU sounds fun! Maybe a little bit of a downer note from me though: host and hostess clubs irl have some much darker associations than anything in OHSHC so you might want to be aware of that. OHSHC has done wonders in sanitizing their reputation, I reckon. It's not a big problem or anything I think as long as you crank up the light-hearted silliness nothing can really go wrong, but still something i thought was worth mentioning.

[badteavee]

It’s Halloween

Tws / Cws : N / A

Genre : Fluff ( ? )

Word count : 1,708

Parings : It’s supposed to be general but there’s some Veruca Salt + Mike Teavee and Charlie Bucket + Augustus Gloop

Note : Happy Halloween 🎃

The five kids sat in what was basically their common room , each in the places they sat the first time they were in the room , all adjusting and adding last minute details to their costumes. They were dressed as each other but none of them wanted to be wearing each other’s clothes normally since that’d make it look like they were friends , so they were either zombified or murder victims.

Veruca got stuck being Charlie , her costume of course being an unfittingly high quality version of Charlie’s usual outfit covered in fake blood and torn up around the stomach where grossly realistic plastic intestines hung out. They made sure that her makeup made her look dramatically pathetic and sad , only because they knew Charlie wouldn’t correct it.

Mike was sacked with Augustus , which he whined and complained about to his mother , who put the costume idea together in the first place so she wasn’t much help. He had little say in what he actually had to wear since he did ask for a fat suit and for once Ethel wouldn’t let him , so he had an ugly lemon yellow bowl cut wig from Amazon and one of Augustus’ old sweaters which he cut up. He made sure that he looked like a totally cool zombie in this stupid outfit , though he insisted on doing the makeup himself so his face was left bright teal and any gore was horribly smudged or just applied wrong. He wouldn’t let anyone fix it.

Violet got Veruca , she would’ve whined about if it didn’t mean she got to see her favorite makeup artist again. Her costume of course looked perfect , she even wore a blonde wig , despite Veruca’s critiques on every detail that only she would notice. Like a sequin being in the wrong place or slightly the wrong color. Violet ended up paying her makeup artist extra to add a fake slit neck and facial bruises , the ballerina stopped paying attention to her.

Augustus and Charlie helped each other with their costumes , Charlie being Violet and Augustus being Mike. They were using an aggressive amount of hairspray for Augustus , they might as well been gassing the room out. Nobody was too angry about it since the others basically inhale makeup powders and hairspray daily but they were still a little grumpy. Charlie didn’t exactly know how anatomy worked so his fake guts were definitely in the wrong places but no one cared enough to correct it.

Eventually all the kids either got bored of fixing their costumes or actually finished them up and one by one started to file out the door to go be forced into pictures by their parents. Mike was the only one to whine about it , he didn’t want proof of him being dressed as Augustus to exist anywhere and he knew those photos were being put up on her Facebook.

After an awkward and hatefilled group picture , they grabbed their unfortunately on theme backpacks and ran out of the side door that led to a low part of the gate the kids usually jump to run around the neighborhood. They all jumped it with varying degrees of success before locking onto the first house they saw and booked it over there. None of the adults volunteered to supervise them since the parents wanted to have a wine night and the Oompas would rather fight a Knid empty handed than run after the brats all night. Which meant the kids were going to be totally unsupervised. For three hours.

They all caused petty amounts of chaos in between raiding unattended candy bowls , stealing candy out of the hands of kids younger than them , paying parents for their childs candy bag , smashing pumpkins , laughing at kids fear. Whatever problems they could cause without getting in too much trouble. Everyone at least caused one problem , minor or not , except Charlie , who had to be talked out of only taking one piece of candy from bowls several times before he finally started to take handfuls.

The group was occasionally stopped by fans or parents of fans for pictures or autographs , their autographs were sloppy since nobody but Veruca knew how to write in cursive but it didn’t seem to matter for the fans , they were overjoyed either way. It took a lot to drag Violet away from taking pictures with fans , especially when some of them were dressed as her , but nobody was waiting fifteen minutes for her to shut up so they would have to grab her arms and pull her.

Once it was near sunset , they all decided on one last street to fully raid before lugging their way back to the factory. They took all the candy they could , even if their bags couldn’t hold anymore , they’d just grab the bowl and go to the next house. They stuffed candy in their pockets , hoods , socks , sleeves , water bottles , small extra bags , anything to hold more.

By the time they circled back to the start of the street , their phones were blown up by Mrs. Teavee worrying about the fact that Mike wasn’t answering her as if he ever does. Mike checked his phone and groaned , seeing all the missed calls and text messages , why was she so embarrassing. They were only a minute past when they’re supposed to go back anyway. He slowed down to be behind the group , begrudgingly calling her back , he couldn’t even get a ‘What ?’ in before she started talk-crying.

“Mikey ! Where are you ?!” Her words were slurring , she’s obviously already drunk. “Why haven’t you been answering—“

“Calm down , old lady ! We’re—“ She kept trying to interrupt him , blabbering incoherently “We’re on our way !”

“Hii , Ethel !” Mike jumped out of his skin , when did they get here ?!

“Don’t call my mom by her first name !”

“Mikey , is that Veruca ? Put me on speaker !”

It was too late by the time he went to actually do as told , Veruca had already snatched up the phone and booked it , which lead the group to also run by instinct. Even while running , she was using their horrible fake sweet voice to talk to Mrs. Teavee , assuring her that they’d be back very soon and faking being humble when Ethel thanked her. Mike of course was trying to run after her but running with six pounds of candy on your back is significantly difficult , he didn’t know how they managed to be so fast when she probably had more candy than most of them.

Veruca ran the group all the way back to and over the gate they jumped , finally stopping once they were through the side door enough for everyone else to run in.

“We’re back , bye Ethel !”

“Bye sweetheart !”

Mike snatched his phone back directly after she said that , too out of breath to pick a proper fight so he resorted to glaring and huffing. Veruca just smiled innocently , prancing back to the common room before the adrenaline wore off and the fatigue from the night caught up to them. The rest of the group was left to try to cling to theirs before half shuffling after the ballerina and collapsing in their usual spots. A random horror series played on the tv , giving off enough light for the overhead to not have to be on. Not that anyone would’ve turned it on anyway.

Veruca was already separating her candy when everyone else was just starting to unload their bags and various holding spots. There was a collective sigh of relief when they finally could pull off those heavy bags and their jackets and sweaters. It seemed like the room automatically adjusted to be colder , they’ve stopped questioning why anything happens like it does in this place long ago.

Everyone made their piles of candy they liked and didn’t , except for Charlie , who wanted to try everything since he’s never really had anything other than Wonka whipple scrumptious fudgemallow delights. Once trading had started , half of everyone’s “No” candies went to Charlie , he didn’t complain.

Nobody had the energy to properly argue over the fairness of trades so they remained somewhat peaceful until someone decided Violet was scamming him.

“Seven lollipops aren’t worth three KitKats !”

“They’re totally worth it !”

“You’re scamming me !!”

“What do you think they’re worth then ??”

“Seven KitKats , seven lollipops.”

“That’s not fair !” Plink. He launched a whopper at her. “Now you’re not getting any.”

Mike was ready to wage war but the moment he tried to stand , he fell back down. Too much movement even for him. Veruca started snickering before clearing her throat like they weren’t doing anything , she couldn’t help it.

“Can it , bad nut.”

“You can it !”

Plink.

“You’re dead in the morning , Tiny Television.”

“Not if you die first.”

Veruca rolled her eyes , not giving that freak any more of their already low energy. They would never die before him. She’d make sure of it one way or another. Mike also seemed to give up wanting to fight , finally accepting the three KitKats. They were full sized anyway.

Everyone gradually shifted their attention to the only light in the room aside from the plastic light up pumpkins placed around , making the room a fitting red when the show’s lighting got darker. Trades were either fully finished or only done in lazy whispers and sliding candies across the floor to the other.

One by one , they started to fall asleep. Augustus slumped against an ottoman from his spot on the floor , Violet swore she was just going to hang her head for a second before she was out cold , Charlie curled in some uncomfortable looking position on one of the chairs.

Mike and Veruca took the longest to fall asleep , mainly because of Mike’s snoring. He was across the room from them and he still managed to bother her. She would flick small candies they didn’t want at him to get him to stop, which would wake him up briefly but he’d just grumble and go back to snoring. They eventually gave up , settling down on “her” couch like a princess would , in her mind , and finally getting their beauty sleep.

They’d all wake up with Halloween themed blankets somehow covering them but for now they’ll sleep peacefully.

[heartfe1t]

@theha1r

do you think if it wasn't for zed, there'd be any universe in which she'd take the wig off? where she'd just be herself, her full self, & be fine with that? even if seabrook was still how it was? or do you think it'd take seabrook having to change before she'd ever even consider it?

so the thing about miss addison ... is that she needs to be catalyzed- it's for the sake of the narrative of the first movie happening of course, but it's also just- the truth of the matter. i don't think it necessarily needs to be zed, or falling for a zombie, someone Different and admittedly, Proudly so ... (until things shift and he sees reason to not want to be so much himself because again- narrative) but ... she needs Something to happen in her life to make her feel like being openly "Not Quite Right" is the right decision.

she stands up for what she believes in, but when the story begins, she punches first on instinct, asks questions later. even when she's just met the boy and likes him... she's the girl her parents raised. the one who keeps That One Thing down and away from the whole world.

obviously addison's change happens prior to the world around her changing in a meaningful way... she doesn't find acceptance from the people closest to her... she never has in any meaningful way, because she's been asked her entire life to hide what makes her strange and less than seabrook perfect prim and pastel. she's a good girl- but she'll never be exactly right because of her own biology.

i don't think seabrook has to change for addison to open her 'imperfections' perceived or otherwise to the world, because that's not what we see. but i do think she has to have Something happen in her life- exposure to something or someone... for her to be able to see that maybe she's not just Flawed in a completely unacceptable way. or that maybe it's okay that she is... that she can use that somehow instead of being ashamed and hidden away.

she's been kind of broken down and all of that, unfortunate though it may be, but... i do think she gets to that point of taking the wig off... but something has to happen. she doesn't get there living in the bubble wrap.

[smile-files]

decided to try and make wally darling in some picrews i like, just for fun (his regular puppet design or his human design, whatever works best)!!! i'll give a rank out of 10 for how well i can recreate wally in each :)

here's a human wally made in this picrew!! gotta be one of my favorite picrews at the moment, and i'm able to capture wally's style really well, all the way down to his pinstripes and pompadour!!! i had to make his human design (no yellow option for his skin!), but given how handsome he is i don't mind at all!!!! 9/10 for this wally!! :D

another human wally, in this picrew!! unfortunately this one wasn't too well suited towards our dear wally - no pompadour or pompadour-adjacent hair, limited color options (and wally dresses with lots of color!) - but at least he's cute!!! 6/10 for this wally!! :]

yet another human wally, with this picrew!! this picrew isn't perfect for wally but i could certainly work with it!!! i especially love how i was able to capture his calm, content (yet kind of vacant) gaze... and even through there was no pompadour, as you can see i found another option which works well!!! 8/10 for this wally!! :)

a human wally made in this picrew!! by golly, what a charming fellow!!! the hair, the eyes, the mouth, the style... goodness gracious, our boy is all here!!!! he's perfect!!!!! 10/10 for this wally!! :DD

a human wally in this picrew!! what a sweet guy, am i right? if not for his hair being too bright, i'd say this picrew was wally-perfect!! either way, our darling boy looks wonderful here!!! 9/10 for this wally!! :D

finally, here's a puppet wally - and he was made in this picrew!! and how perfectly perfect he is!!!! the style suits him so well, there are plenty of muppet references throughout (you can see my dear kermit here, for example!), he has plenty of outfits that would fit him wonderfully... oh it is simply the most!!! and i can finally make puppet wally, yellow fuzz and all!!!!! 11/10 for this wally!! :DDD

this human wally was made in this picrew!! surprisingly, despite the limitations of this picrew, i was able to evoke wally darling very well!!! i guess this style just suits him, haha!!!! (though putting a colorful striped shirt on any blue-haired fellow would likely give the same effect...) 8/10 for this wally!! :)

a human wally made in this picrew!! this picrew isn't perfect, but it has a lot of the necessary wally elements - i especially love the hair!! and i was able to make his halloween costume amazingly well, so i think all in all this one is great!!! 8/10 for this wally!! :)

here's a human wally made in this picrew!! the aesthetic of this picrew is simply lovely, and suits wally very well!!! unfortunately i couldn't recreate his hair very well at all... maybe this is wally with his hair wet? haha. 7/10 for this wally!! :))

a human wally in this picrew!! very cute, but i'm afraid that, although the general style suits him, this picrew doesn't have much for our dear boy wally... this looks more like someone trying to cosplay as wally but who lacks the commitment to either get a wig or an actual pompadour haha!! 7/10 for this wally!! :]

so there you go!! this was just a fun thing for me to do... i love drawing wally myself, but i'm pretty tired at the moment, so this was the next best thing!!! if any of you have any good picrew suggestions for wally i'm all ears :)

[sloshed-cinema]

The Doom Generation (1995)

Sometimes a narrative takes the term ‘story arc’ very literally.  Amy and Jordan’s sudden and unexpected outlaw run is almost a perfect parabola, beginning in a nightclub called Hell and finishing in a uniquely American inferno.  Gregg Araki attaches a disclaimer to his film at the outset, calling it ‘A Heterosexual Film’, but anything other than a very literal interpretation of the movie indicates this is a lie.  Jordan and Amy have been together a long time as lovers—at least a few months—with Amy as headstrong and driven and Jordan just plain smitten, happy to be along for the ride.  His puppy love is challenged as Xavier (just ‘X’; that name is too long to pronounce) crashes their ride and inserts himself into their lives.  Crass and baudy at outset, he immediately gets on Amy’s bad side, though Jordan can’t help but defend him.  Initially, their dynamic could play off as a lazy “no homo” gag: hanging out at the motel, the pair of young men are arranged in a will-they-won’t-they-kiss setup which is interrupted by that most bro-y of bodily movements, the belch.  Jordan hastily retreats to mess around with his girlfriend in the tub while X looks on.  Heteronormative order restored.  Quickly enough, though, the dynamic is reversed with Jordan looking on in a mixture of jealousy and lust as he sees X being intimate with Amy.  X begins to open up the sexuality of their ménage à trois, creating an environment for Jordan to explore his sexuality: is he jealous of X, or of Amy?  Is she his lover or just the person who understands him the best?  Who does he want?  What does he want?  The culminating threesome in many contexts could be a hollow or even chauvinist gesture: these two men want to fuck, but they’re using this woman as a shield to protect their own preconceived sexuality and masculinity.  Yet there’s something about this moment, raunchy and yet intimate, which suggests the beginning of something new and honest.  Amy gets her pleasure, but promptly and preemptively exits, leaving a black void between the two men who are gently bathed in firelight.  Awkward words are exchanged, but will speech turn to action?  Unfortunately, that’s where the rest of the movie comes crashing in.

This is, of course, a crime caper, and a damn fun one at that.  This America in the mid-90s was an apocalyptic one, replete with billboards and placards assuring that the end is nigh.  Every convenience store is armed to the teeth, and even a random drive-through exchange could end in gunfire.  This trio leave behind them a trail of bodies and dismembered corpses as a result of their altercations with “normal America,” which becomes ever more cynical as implications set in.  White news anchors speculate wildly about a murder scene involving a Vietnamese-American family (the husband given the intentionally inflammatory South Park tier name Nguyen Coc Suc).  The religious fanaticism and conservatism implied by all of the doomsday posters is mocked by X, who has Jesus tattooed on his penis so partners can feel Him inside them.  The burgeoning sexual freedom of this trio is such a threat that the FBI agents pursuing them are encouraged to kill if need be.   It’s funny and it’s madcap.  Severed limbs move long after they’ve left their respective bodies.  American fast food fanaticism is mocked by Carnoburger’s disgusting menu and insane naming conventions.  The thrupple end up at the most delightfully faggy Texas Roadhouse style establishment where EVERYONE has a wig and plastic six-pack rings hang from the ceiling like beaded curtains.  Parker Posey makes a delightful cameo, not even bothering to hide her natural hairline under her wig as she delivers a master-class in the dramatic mid-sentence pause (shoutout also to Margaret Cho!).  A national treasure.  But all of this is ripped away in the final moments of the film.  In almost any other movie, this wouldn’t work.  The jerks from the record shop perform heinous acts, intermingling symbols of Americana with fascist hatred.  It’s strobelit and jarring and shocking and upsetting, and all the better for it, in a subversive way.  All of the rage over homophobic suppression of queer self-expression and health as the AIDS crisis raged unabated which is present in the periphery of the film, in its implication, bubbles to the surface in a final, nihilistic explosion. A heterosexual movie indeed.

THE RULES

PICK ONE

Select either FUCK or FUCKING and sip every time someone says that version of the word.

SIP

Someone lights a cigarette.

Someone fires a shotgun.

A dude recognizes Amy.

BIG DRINK

Jordan does his puppy-dog eyes thing.

An instance of 666 in some form.