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bimbobaggins69 · 1 year

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Fooled round and fell in love (part three)

Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

summary: you’re in love with your best friend but your best friend thinks love is for losers, choosing to sleep around rather than settle down. You’ve had enough and you’re ready to move on from your feelings, luckily you find someone who might make that possible but does Eddie really hate love as much as he leads on?

warnings: lite smut 18+ MINORS DNI, cocky Eddie, some dirty talk, allusions to reader being depressed, cussing, smoking, use of y/n

A/N: I cannot believe the amount of love I’ve gotten on this series, i appreciate everyone’s kind messages and comments 🫶🏻 part 4 will be released sometime after the new year.

as always thank you angel baby @myobmaya literally my number one hype man, I love you so much 💋

The next morning you wake up feeling anxious and exhausted as the night before had you tossing and turning, playing out every scenario and every little thing that could go wrong when you get to Eddie’s

But nonetheless you decide to start your day, you go downstairs and greet your mom, who luckily just brewed a fresh pot of coffee, and you needed a pick me up

After taking a couple bites of bacon, you tread back up stairs with your nice warm coffee. You put some music on and clean up your room, your little depressive episode left it in pretty bad shape

Once you’ve cleaned to your liking, you pick out what you’re going to wear today, regardless of everything that’s happened you still love Eddie and you want to look good for him whether he notices or not, so as you skim through your closet while powerslave by Iron Maiden plays through your speakers you opt for a Metallica “metal up your ass” shirt with a yellow and black plaid mini skirt, you decide to leave your legs bare pairing the outfit with some slouch socks and white keds.

You take a shower and think to yourself that you should smoke the last of the weed you got from Randy, needing something to take away the jitters of seeing your best friend later, you keep going back and fourth with your self in your head, should I just rip off the bandaid and tell him? Or should I just go in there with a smile on my face like my life hasn’t been a shit show these past few weeks.

After getting high enough, you decide it’s a good time to start getting ready. Doing your makeup, keeping it natural but still accentuating the parts you want to stand out, you do your normal curlers in hair routine getting the perfect amount of body, once you throw on your outfit and decide you look good enough you make your way downstairs to ask your mom if you can borrow her car.

“Hey mom, I’m gunna head to Eddie’s to hang out, can I take your car? I’ll only be a few hours.” You say with the slightest set of puppy dog eyes

“Sure sweetie, can you just pick me up a carton of cigarettes on your way back?” Your mom asks

“Yes, I can do that!” You say almost relieved

You did not feel like calling eddie and asking him to pick you up even though you knew he would, you think bringing your own car just in case you do grow the balls to tell him your feelings and you need to get out of there as fast as possible, so taking your moms car was the best option.

You pull into forest hills, taking deep breathes before stopping in front of the familiar trailer you grew up hanging out in, you glance around seeing Eddie’s van, the van that is permanently ruined for you now. Before you get lost in those thoughts you decide it’s now or never you have to face Eddie sometime, the only consolation is that Eddie doesn’t know that you moaned his name while Randy was making you cum. With that thought you open the car door and get out making your way up the steps to the front door of the trailer

You hear music coming from the speakers in Eddie’s bedroom, so you try your best to knock loud enough for him to hear. After the 5th knock you hear foot steps and the lock being fiddled with

Eddie swings the door open, he’s shirtless with his sweatpants sitting low on his hips showcasing his delicious trail of hair leading down into his pants while an unlit joint hangs from his lips.

Jesus, you could feel the wetness pool between your thighs “curse him for looking so damn good!” You think

He looks you up and down eyes lingering on your legs and upper thighs, his eyes shoot back up to yours as he says

“Hey, princess. I wasn’t sure if you were gunna show up” he said while removing the joint from his mouth and shooting you a genuine smile, almost like he was excited to see you

“I said I was, didn’t I?” You didn’t mean for it to come out as bitchy as it did

You push past him walking into the trailer and heading to sit down on the couch

“Yeah, but you’ve mastered the art of avoiding me recently, so I just figured” he says while shrugging his shoulders

“For the 100th time I have not been avoiding you!” You say while rolling your eyes

You lie again for the 100th time

“Mmm, whatever you say babe.”

Princess, babe? What the fuck is up with these pet names today, you think to yourself.

“So,” you say trying to break this weird tension you feel in the air “what movie are we watching?”

Eddie looks at you confused for a second and then he remembers the excuse he used to get you here

“Oh um, you can pick, I left some movies out over there” he says while pointing his head towards the tv and where the vhs player sits underneath it

“Ok, cool thanks” you say

You can’t understand this weird awkward tension going on, you’ve never felt this with Eddie ever, and it’s making your stomach knot up even more then it was

He holds the disregarded joint back up and says

“Do you wanna smoke?” He asks but his eyes don’t meet yours

“Is that even a question?” You say trying to be funny and ease whatever the hells going on

He put the joint between his lips and takes out his lighter, lighting it up and taking a hit that seeps out of his nose and mouth.

After you decide on weird science you pop the video in and turn to make your way back to the couch you hear a clatter on the floor in front of you, some of the tapes had fallen, so you turn back around and bend over to pick them up, completely forgetting you have a short skirt on and that Eddie is right behind you on the couch with a great view of half of your ass cheeks and a black lace thong

His eyes go wide and as much as he wants to be a gentleman and look away, he can’t, his eyes are trained on your ass until you stand up and make your way back over to him

Snatching the joint out of his hand and bringing it up to your lips, you take a hit as you let the smoke bellow out from your mouth

Eddie turns to you and says

“Hey, I actually wanted to talk to you about something”

When he says that your stomach drops, what could he want to talk about that requires him to be so serious? He’s never serious.

“Okay, what about?” You say handing him back the lit joint

“Well,” he says and then takes another hit, once he starts talking the smoke seeping out between his words “I was at Ricks the other day, cause I was running low and anyway he um, he told me what happened between you and Randy”

Your eyes shoot up to his, looking at him confused

“What do you mean?” You say as you start closing in on your self making yourself seem smaller

“Oh my god no, no please no” you say to your self “this cannot be happening”

“Y/n, he told me you said my name while you and Randy were in the middle of I don’t know whatever you guys were doing.” Eddie says almost bitter

When Rick told him, he couldn’t help but feel jealous, yes you said his name but you were almost in the middle of having sex with Randy, that made his chest hurt, but apart of him couldn’t help but feel cocky about the situation.

Why would you say his name? Were you thinking about him while Randy was touching you? What does that mean? Does it mean you want to be with him in that way? Eddie had so many questions

“Oh my god, is this why you asked me here Eddie? To humiliate me some more?” You spit out

“No, c’mon I would never do that” He says sincerely

“Whatever, I shouldn’t have come over” you say while getting up on your feet

“Y/n, come on I’m just trying to see what’s going on, where your heads at?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it Eddie, I just wanna move on from it, ok?” You almost shout at him

“But-“ he starts before you’re interrupting him

“No, I can’t do this, I gotta go!”

“Why are you so angry about this?!” His voice becoming irritated

“You know what Eddie, fuck you!” You shout at him

“Yeah, you’d like to wouldn’t you?” He spits back with that cocky fucking smile you could just slap off of his face

You don’t even know what to say so you turn around and head for the front door but before you reach it eddie is grabbing you by the arm and turning you around almost smashing your body into his

You both look at each other for a few seconds trying to gage the others emotions

Looking up into Eddie’s eyes makes all of the anger in your body melt away, the look in his eyes is something you’ve never seen before, a look you wouldn’t mind seeing more of

“Is that what you want?” He whispers down at you

Instead of saying anything you decide fuck it, as you crash your lips in to his, his body tenses up at first, surprised at your actions but once he realizes what’s happening his body melts into yours, deepening the kiss, and grabbing your waist to push your bodies even closer. You swipe your tongue across his bottom lip and he allows you to enter, tongues meeting in a sloppy but passionate kiss, you let out a small moan telling Eddie everything he needed to know in that moment

He picks you up and wraps your legs around his waist taking you back to his bedroom that you’ve been in so many times, but never like this

He drops you onto the bed and stands back up staring down at you, like you were his prey

Your skirt was rucked up around your waist exposing your almost see through black lace panties, his jaw clenched when he looked over your body. Fuck, he wanted you so bad

He climbed back on to the bed slotting himself between your thighs grabbing them and opening them wider to accommodate him, he stairs at you directly in your eyes and says

“Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me”

Those words make your hips buck up towards his, feeling his hard dick against your already soaked pussy

Making you moan out the most sexiest of moans Eddie has ever heard, and he’s heard a lot

“Yeah? You feel it too baby?” He says with that same cocky smile

You don’t even care anymore about sounding desperate or really about anything in this moment

So you bite your lip looking into his eyes as you moan out an “mmhmm”

He leans down and begins kissing you again, it’s so hot yet sloppy, spit is coming out from the sides of both your mouths but it just adds to turning you on even more

You break the kiss as a line of spit still keeps your lips connected

“Please” you whisper to Eddie

“Please what baby? What do you need me to do?” He whispers back

“I need you to touch my pussy” you say with a burst of confidence

“Fuck” Eddie says to himself “you need me to rub that pretty little clit of yours baby?” He says so fucking sexy you could burst

“I bet your already so wet for me, huh?”

God he’s such a cocky son of a bitch, but you’re loving every second of it

“Yes, Eddie I’m so wet for you, only you”

He lifts his head up stopping his hand movement on your thigh

“Yeah? Only for me? Is that why you said my name? You wanted me to be touching you instead?”

Your cheeks heat up at that question you’re already so far gone to care about lying

“Yes, I thought about you the whole time” you moan out as his finger tips graze over your pussy

“Mmmm baby, fuck, you could’ve just told me you wanted me to fuck you”

“But s’kay, we’re here now and I’m gunna take such good care of you”

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prettyinpurplelights · 1 year

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IV.

“I cannot believe we actually made it.” Mia gripped your hand excitedly, her acrylic nails digging painfully into your skin.

“Girl, hold my hand any tighter and you’ll crush my bones. I won’t have a hand to collect my diploma with.” You giggled softly, prying her fingers off the back of your hand so you could lace your fingers together instead, her sweaty palm pressing against yours.

“Sorry.” She replied and you squeezed her hand in response. “I’m just so nervous, can you believe after all our hard work, we’re finally here?”

“I know.” You sighed, looking out into the audience of family members and friends that were filling into the giant cathedral to watch and support their loved ones on one of the most important days of their lives. You and Mia had finally come to the end of your degrees, and today would encapsulate the last four years of all nighters and countless assignments. You were graduating with a Master’s degree in fashion design and marketing, Mia in medical neuroscience with psychology. As well as saying goodbye to your university, you were both parting ways with the city too, leaving Marseille for Paris early the following morning. During your final year, your main project was to put on your own fashion show, making the pieces as well as being responsible for promoting and marketing the event. You didn’t sleep for several weeks, but it had all been worth it because the show was a huge success, landing you the highest grade in your cohort as well as a job waiting for you at Louis Vuitton, whom having interned for them the summer before, and after your show being such a hit, offered you a place at their headquarters in Paris. Mia had also secured a fellowship in one of the biggest hospitals in the country, working with their research department on new treatments and cures and finding the causes for all sorts of illnesses to do with the brain that she had tried to explain to you but had gone completely over your head. All you understood was that it was incredibly competitive and very hard to get into, so you were extremely proud of her, and very excited to start this new chapter of your young adult lives together. You had already leased an apartment to share, and moved almost all your stuff over during the summer break. It was now a matter of starting to unpack and make it more of a home when you both returned to Paris for the last time in less than 24 hours.

“Ouuu I see Elliot!” Mia squealed, waving her hand that wasn’t holding yours excitedly. “He’s with our parents, come on, let's go and say hi before grad starts.” She stood up, dragging you down the small steps where the choir would usually be during mass, instead, today, it was where the graduates were to be seated during the graduation ceremony. She pulled you through the aisle, mumbling a few excuse me’s as you weaved through the sea of people talking to each other, the atmosphere electrified with excitement and anticipation for the upcoming ceremony.

“Mommy, Daddy!” Mia's smile grew wider as she hugged her parents tightly. Her parents had moved to London when she was 14, her dad’s hotel business was expanding and he’d started to branch out into the rest of Europe. Mia was supposed to have gone with them but she didn’t want to move to England, and after a lot of bargaining, she’d managed to agree with her parents that she’d live with her grandmother instead, hence how you became friends, she had moved to Bondy late into the school year and the only spare seat in your form tutor was next to you and the rest was history. Unfortunately, Mia’s grandmother had passed away just before she was due to start university, and since she was officially an adult, her parents let her stay in France. She’d fly out to see them regularly but it had been a while since she last saw them, and they’re very busy people so you knew she was very pleased to have them here and you’re glad they could show up for her.

You hugged your own parents, your dad clicking at his camera repeatedly, making sure he had enough photos to commemorate this occasion.

“Dad, I don’t even think I’m in the frame in the one you just took.” You laughed at him, as he squinted behind the lens.

“Close enough! I’m so proud of you, my sweet baby girl.” He leant over to kiss your cheek before walking off, muttering about finding someone to take a group photograph.

“You know I don’t think he made such a fuss when I was graduating.” Elliot appeared by your side, his hand reaching up to grab your cap, to remove it so he could ruffle your hair. You ducked under his arm, knowing exactly what he was trying to do and pushed him away from you.

“Don’t you dare El, I was up at 6 this morning doing my hair, you’re not messing it up!” You scowled. “And besides, we both know I’m mum and dad’s favourite.” You added. A smug smile spread across your face as you shrugged your shoulders.

“Whatever,” he rolled his eyes. “At least I’m the smart one, all you do is play with pretty fabric all day.” Elliot had graduated with a degree in sports science the year before, ending up at PSG, working as part of their medical staff. From what he had told you, he was really enjoying himself, and it probably helped that it was the same team Kylian played for, those two together, you were sure they were putting the other PSG players and staff members through hell.

“You know without people like Y/N, the rest of us would have nothing to wear, you’d be naked right now.” Mia slid up to Elliot, her arm wrapping around his waist as his went over her shoulder and squeezed it.

“I know you wouldn’t complain about that.” He replied.

“Mmmm, probably not.” She looked up at him, pursing her lips as he reached down to kiss her.

“Ew, the both of you. Please, I’m literally standing right here.”

They both laughed, pulling away just as your dad returned, some poor 20-something looking boy in his stead, holding the camera.

“Where’s Marco? Is he not coming?” Elliot asked, craning his head around to see if he could spot your boyfriend.

“Um…he’s in Tokyo. We broke up.”

Ex-boyfriend.

“Oh shit, sorry sis. What hap-“

“Group photo everyone, quick together!” Your dad interrupted his sentence, and you were thankful for his extraness in that moment, not wanting to answer any questions about your break-up. Your dad ushered you, your mum, Elliot, Mia and her parents into a huddle. It took a couple of minutes to organise everybody, your dad was kind of a perfectionist; it’s probably where Elliot got it from. You were stood between Mia and your mum, your brother behind the both of you. You turned to face him and from the look in your eyes and the way your lip turned downward slightly, he knew what you were going to ask, the issue of Marco long forgotten. Someone else was on your mind now.

“He’s going to be here Y/N. He might be a bit late, but he’ll be here.”

“He didn’t come down with you?”

“I had to pick Mum and Dad up so we got a later flight, he said he’d make it down himself. He wouldn’t miss this. I’m sure he’s on his way.”

You nodded, as you turned back to the boy holding the camera, mustering up the biggest smile you could, trying to ignore the way your heart felt so heavy in your chest and the sudden way your gown started to feel stuffy and uncomfortable. You and Kylian weren’t on bad terms, in fact, you were great. It had been almost three years since you’d decided to take a step back from him, and focus on yourself and who you were outside loving him. Not to say you stopped loving him, you don’t think that was something you’d ever be able to do, but you’d reached a point where he wasn’t all you thought about and it didn’t dictate everything you did and consume your entire being. You’d even managed to date someone this year, your first official boyfriend, Marco, for about 10 months, until he had to move to Japan for a student exchange transfer and you’d mutually decided to end things while you were on a good note because long distance for a whole year was not worth it; you’d remained friends though. You liked him a lot, but you didn’t love him, which was one of the reasons why he’d also agreed, howbeit reluctantly, to break up before his transfer, he’d told you he loved you 2 months prior and you were still yet to say it back. He had wanted to stay for you, but you encouraged him to go, not wanting to hold him back, especially when his feelings were so strong for you and yours were…well, not as strong. You didn’t want to disappoint him if you still couldn’t commit several months down the line and he’d thrown his future away for you.

“Graduates please make your way to your assigned seats, the ceremony will begin in 5 minutes.”

You and Mia hugged your families one more time before making your way back towards the stage. Your phone buzzed in your hand as you sat down, bringing it up to your face.

“Kylian?” Mia asked, her inquisitive nature causing her to lean over your shoulder and read the text on your phone.

“Ouuuu Marcoooo.” She sang teasingly as sat back and unlocked her own phone.

Hey, I know we’re not together anymore, but you’re still my friend so I wanted to wish you luck today! ♥️ proud of you always

Thank you Marco 🥺 I really appreciate it. How’s Japan treating you?

It’s amazing. The culture is just wow. And the sushi DEFINITELY tastes better here. You’d love it.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, ready to type out a reply when he sent another message.

I miss you.

You heard Mia wince audibly next to you, obviously reading the conversation between you and Marco.

“Get your big ass head out of my business.” You bumped your shoulder against hers as you sent Marco a quick reply about the ceremony starting so you had to go, not at all in the mood to unpack what that “I miss you” meant.

“Shame. I liked Marco. He was good for you.”

“Mmmm.”

“At least he congratulated you, better than that idiot your brother calls a best friend.”

“Ky’s our best friend too. And I thought you were on his side? Team KyY/N?”

“That was two years ago Y/N. He couldn’t even be bothered to send you a message about not coming.”

“El said he’d be here.”

“You think so?”

“I told him about today personally. He promised me he’d be here. For the both of us.”

“Oh we both know which one of us he’s coming for. And honestly I couldn’t give a fuck if he shows up for me, no offence. But for you? I’m skinning him alive the second we get to Paris.”

“He’ll be here.” You whispered to no one, almost as though you were trying to convince yourself. He had given you his word he wouldn’t miss today when you’d called him a few months ago about it. Initially you thought it might be weird, speaking to him on the phone, since you’d only been texting recently, but the thing about you and Kylian is no matter how much time you spent apart, you never fail to fall right back into your usual stead of things.

You hadn’t seen him since your birthday at the end of January, where there’d been a sort of awkward moment when you’d introduced him to Marco, who then had been your official boyfriend for a couple of weeks. He had just gotten back together with Renee, they had been together since your little confrontation at the airport two years back when you’d told him to focus on her. They had been on and off since they’d started dating, from what you’ve seen in the media, Kylian never really talked to you about her. From what you’d read over the course of the years, they’d broken up a couple of times, not that you cared or were keeping count.

******

He picked up after 3 rings, his face filling the screen when he answered. You gave him a little wave and a smile spread across his features, his dimples greeting you.

“Y/N. Hey.”

“Hi!” You replied, your voice chirpier than you’d expected it to be.

“You okay? Did something happen?”

He must’ve noticed the way you anxiously chewed at your bottom lip, your telltale sign something was wrong or you were nervous. In a similar way, he would squeeze his eyebrows together and his nose would twitch involuntarily when he was feeling the same. The harder he scrunched his eyebrows, the less nervous he was, the increased frequency of frown lines strewn across his forehead meant he was more likely to be angry instead. You knew each other’s tics and tells, probably better than you knew your own. By logic you and Kylian should’ve worked, you complemented and contrasted each other in the most perfect ways, but for some reason, the universe didn’t seem to agree and rather preferred to have the two of you in constant awkward situations and miscommunications leading to petty arguments. It was a quite cruel joke to be honest.

“Um, no, everything’s fine, I’m good. I was just wondering what you were doing August 1st.”

“Hmmm, the league starts again the week after that I’m sure, so just training.”

“Or nothing, if that’s what you need me to be doing.” He added and you couldn’t help the way your heart fluttered a little bit his words.

“Well Mia and I are finally graduating on the 1st. My parents and Elliot will be there. I was wondering if you wanted to come-“

“I’ll be there.”

“Really?” He laughed at your response.

“Gummy, you’ve wanted to be a fashion designer for as long as I’ve known you. I remember when you took it upon yourself to be mine and El’s stylists in middle school, I don’t even know why I let you do that, you used to put me in the most ridiculous outfits.”

“All you wanted to wear to school was your football kit.” You rolled your eyes. “I was trying to broaden your horizon a little bit.”

“Even then, you had talent, I can’t even imagine what you’re able to do now.”

“Well not to brag, but I am on track to finish top of my class.”

“Didn’t expect anything less from my girl.” He smiled genuinely and heat rose rapidly to your cheeks as you looked away from him for a moment.

“Of course I want to be there for you. But are you sure you’re 100% about it? Not to brag, but I am kind of a hotshot on the football scene right now.” He mocked, using your words against you playfully.

“Oh shut up!”

He laughed again, before continuing.

“I’m serious though Y/N, I know you like to stay out of the limelight and stuff, I don’t want to ruin that for you or steal attention away. This isn’t a private party like your birthday.”

“I want you there Ky, I want everyone I love there. I’ll be okay.” You nodded. Just then, you heard your boyfriend call out from your bedroom, his voice growing louder as he neared you in the kitchen.

“You ready babe?” He wrapped his arms around your waist, pressed a kiss against your cheek when he noticed you were on the phone.

“Oh hey man!” He waved at the screen. “How are you doing Kylian!”

“Hey…Marco. I’m good.” The smile on Kylian’s face dropped briefly as he greeted your boyfriend with a slight grimace. You quirked your eyebrow, wondering what the hell that was about but now it was his turn to break eye contact, looking everywhere but at you and Marco.

“How’s Renee?”

“Ummm she’s good. We’re…good.”

“Still can’t believe this guy is dating the biggest supermodel in the world, very fitting.”

You scowled, turning to face Marco, his comment grating on you a little bit.

“As opposed to you dating what?” You questioned, daring him to say some more bullshit.

“The hottest, smartest, kindest girl in the world of course.”

“Hmmm, better be.”

“How did you deal with her quick temper all your life Kylian?” Marco asked, and you elbowed his rib in response.

“You see what I mean?” He laughed, walking away from you. Kylian didn’t even bat an eye, he looked like he wanted to be anywhere else in the world at that moment.

“So anyways-“ You started but Kylian interrupted you, the words tumbling out of his mouth faster than you could register them.

“I gotta go. But I’ll be there August 1st. You have my word.”

“Oh, okay, yeah sure. Say hi to Renee for me.” You had barely managed to get out before he ended the FaceTime abruptly.

******

That was the last time you’d spoken, save the occasional text, but not once had he mentioned he wouldn’t be able to make it to your graduation. So by the time the ceremony was done and you had collected your diploma and walked down the aisle to cheers from your family, received more congratulations and took even more pictures and said your goodbyes to your family, to say you were simply pissed off was a great understandment. Some fool had even thought it would be funny to do Kylian’s infamous goal celebration in front of the cameras before collecting his diploma which amused everyone in the cathedral but vexed you even more. Kylian had always been there for you, he’s always tried his best to be present when you needed him, this was one of very few times he hadn’t shown up for you. But it hurt still, this was probably the most important thing you’d needed him for, and he’d not even bothered to shoot you a text he would be a no show.

“I know for sure he got on that plane Y/N.” Elliot had tried to reassure you earlier when you’d walked him and your parents to the Uber they had booked to take them back to the airport.

“Well that means fuck all to me. He’s not here.”

“Gosh he’s such an idiot. I’m going to skin him alive when I see him.”

“Funny your girlfriend said the same thing.” You laughed, but not really feeling humoured in the slightest. “Don’t worry about it El, I don’t know why I expected any different from him.”

“I know he has the funniest way of showing it, but he cares about you Y/N. And he loves you.” You ignored his comment, giving him one last hug before he slid into the front seat of the cab.

“I love you El.”

“Love you too sis. Always. You and Mia have fun tonight alright? And I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

You nodded, saying goodbye to your parents once more before the car pulled away. Mia appeared at your side, leaning her head on your shoulder.

“Mia?”

“Mmhm?” She replied.

“Let’s get absolutely fucking wasted tonight.”

———

“Why the fuck did you listen to me when I said we should get wasted last night.” You groaned, flopping onto the couch, your suitcases abandoned by the door. You’d finally arrived at your apartment in Paris, a little before midday, exhausted and terribly hungover.

“You looked like you needed it.” Mia sat by your side, laying your head on her chest and rubbing your shoulders.

“You’re so lucky you recover quickly, I still feel like I’ve been hit by a monster truck.”

“I’m gonna go out and do some food shopping, I’ll bring you something. Get some rest.”

You’d practically gone straight from the bar to the train station. You, Mia and your group of university friends had gone out to celebrate graduating, and also spend one last night together before you all split and went your different ways. It had been a great night, but you’re definitely regretting it now, as you were sure the others were too. You hadn’t even had a chance to shower as you and Mia had to pack the last of your stuff and hand in your old keys to the landlord before 7am since the train to Paris Lyon was leaving Marseille St. Charles around 8.

You decided to take a long shower while Mia was gone, you usually felt much better after a good soak. You’re glad to have your little travel toiletries bag because you had absolutely no idea where anything was; the apartment was filled with countless unopened cardboard boxes. You had about two weeks before your new job started so you and Mia could hopefully unpack and decorate in that time.

Definitely starting tomorrow. There was absolutely no way you’d be putting together furniture and organising your wardrobe today, you planned to stay in bed as long as you could instead.

You had just stepped out of the shower when you heard the doorbell ring, probably Mia who had forgotten her keys. You wrapped your towel around you, securing it as you opened the door.

“Did you not take your key-“ You looked up, your sentence breaking down half way through when you realised it wasn’t Mia in front of you. You rolled your eyes, moving to close the door in his face but he was quick, his foot reaching out to block the door from locking.

“Y/N, hear me out, please.”

“I don’t give a fuck about what you have to say Kylian, take your foot out of the way before I crush it.”

“I have boba?”

You paused for a second, still refusing to look at him.

“What flavour.”

“Mango milk tea with passion fruit pearls. I brought croissants too, from the best bakery in Paris. Very expensive. Very tasty.”

You opened the door wider, letting him walk through, cursing him for knowing you so well. He set the items on the little bit of space he could find on the kitchen worktop that wasn’t covered in boxes before turning to look at you.

His eyes scanned your body, starting at your legs, stopping when his eyes met yours. You felt stuck to the spot, your blood turning to lead as your eyes remained fixed on his, his mouth slightly ajar, your heart pounding fast. You forgot you were angry at him for a minute, flashbacks of the last time he’d seen you like this flickering across your mind instead as you suddenly remembered you were wearing next to nothing. Your hands came up to cover your chest and legs, breaking the both of you out of your hypnotic state.

“Umm…I’ll be back. Gonna put something on.” You muttered.

“Yeah…umm…sure, I’ll wait here.”

You raced to your room as quickly as you could, ignoring the funny feeling in your stomach and the way your heart was racing like it was running out of time. You rummaged through the boxes, trying to find one that had some clothes in it. After a couple of minutes of sifting through books and shoes and everything else, you managed to find a bag at the bottom of one of the boxes with your gym clothing.

You pulled the shorts and a t-shirt over your head, rolling your eyes when you realised which top you were wearing. You walked back into the room with your arms crossed, trying your best to look angry as you faced Kylian, a smile spreading across his face when he noticed your top.

“Wipe that smug grin off your face, I could only find my gym stuff and it was the only top in there.”

“You work out with my name on your back?” He held out the boba to you, his eyebrow raised in amusement.

“Shut up. These jerseys are surprisingly very breathable.” You snatched the plastic cup out of his grasp, piercing the film lid with the straw and taking a sip.

“Well yeah, we do run around in them for 90 minutes so we’d hope they’re breathable. Remind me to get you a new one from this season though, that one’s a bit outdated.”

“This one’s just fine. Thank you for the boba.” You raised the cup at him before stretching your hand out, pointing to the open door that led to the hallway. “You can go now.”

“Y/N-“

“Kylian I don’t want to hear it. You think what, by bringing my favourite drink and cracking jokes everything’s okay?”

“No, of course not. I tried to call you last night.“

“And I didn’t answer for a fucking reason. Did it cross your mind maybe I didn’t want to talk to you after you stood me and Mia up?”

“Listen-“

“There’s not an excuse you can give me that’s valid Kylian. You promised me you’d be there. I kept looking out for you, the whole ceremony, even after it was over, we lingered around the venue for so long my parents and Elliot almost missed their flight back home. Of course I didn’t tell them why I wanted to wait around, they still think you’re the best thing that’s happened to them besides their own kids.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I got on the plane to come to you, I swear-“

“So you were in Marseille yesterday?”

“Yes, I was on my way to-“

“Funny you were in Marseille yesterday.”

“Y/N-“

“Because I was in Marseille yesterday, and this morning too actually, up until about hmmm, 4 hours ago? But I didn’t see you. At all.”

“Y/N-“

“You’re so-“

“Y/N STOP TALKING!” He suddenly yelled, your sentence cut off midway by his outburst. You don’t think you’ve ever seen this many frown lines across his forehead before, he must be really pissed. That makes two of you.

“Don’t raise your voice at me.”

“Well I don’t have a choice if that’s the only way to get you to fucking listen.”

“I don’t have to listen to anything you have to say.”

“You know what? You always do this. You always assume you know what I’m going to say, or how I feel so you just cut me off before I get a chance to even explain myself.”

“Because I know you’re going to come out with some bullshit Kylian! Always you and your empty fucking promises, I’m so over it. But sure, prove me wrong. Go on, explain yourself then.”

You raised your arms as if to say he has the floor to speak. He clenched his jaw, his lips in a tight line as the both of you stared at each other, a million and one emotions swirling around you. Anger, pain, disappointment, sadness. If looks could kill, the both of you would be simultaneously 6 feet under.

“I swear I didn’t mean to miss your graduation Y/N, I really wanted to be there. I literally got to the airport and I, I bumped into Renee. I swear it was unplanned, I had no idea she was going to be there, and we just started talking and she had a lot she wanted to say to me, and honestly I didn’t realise how long we were together for, I swear it wasn’t my intention to miss your ceremony.”

“So what was so important that you had to talk about there in that moment, for such a long time-“

“She wanted to get back together.”

“You broke up?” This was news to you, as far as you were concerned, Kylian was still dating her, you hadn’t seen anything in the tabloids about them breaking up.

“Yeah. A couple of months ago.”

“So you’re back together now? For what, the 5th time?”

“It’s complicated Y/N. I love her.”

A sharp but fleeting pain travelled across your chest and it took everything in you not to physically keel over. It was laughable, how easy it was for one person to completely lose feelings they claim to have had and fall in love with someone else, while the other couldn’t even utter the words to another, whether they meant it or not. Because the pent up feelings were still there, choking you, gripping your heart tight and rendering you useless, incapable of loving anyone else, but him. You felt like dying, maybe it would hurt less than living in this sick and twisted reality, this constant loop of being reminded he’s never going to love you the way you love him.

“Yeah, Kylian, I can tell. Because she clearly means more to you than I do. I told you about this weeks in advance, you gave me your word yet when something better comes along you’re quick to just brush me under the rug like you always do.”

“I’m sorry, it wasn’t my intention. I didn’t even know how to talk to you when I realised I’d missed the ceremony, I didn’t think you’d want me there-“

“Of course I’d want you there, you fucking idiot, you’re my best friend. Why else would I ask you personally to come?

“I knew you’d at least be with your family, Mia, Marco.” He said Marco’s name with such disdain you almost laughed at the audacity he had to seem irked by the mere mention of your ex-boyfriend when he had a girlfriend of his own.

“Marco is in Japan. We broke up. For good.”

“Oh. I didn’t know.”

“Why would you? You don’t talk to me about Renee, I don’t talk to you about Marco. Some kind of unspoken rule right?”

There was a silence between you before he spoke.

“I’m sorry. I know you loved him.” For someone who’d been in your life for almost two decades, perhaps Kylian really didn’t know you as well as you thought he did. Or maybe you were so good at pretending you’d managed to convince everyone but yourself you’d been in love with Marco.

“Anyways Ky, I think you’ve done all your explaining. You can leave.”

He rounded the kitchen island, stepping closer to you so he could take your hand that wasn’t holding the drink, gripping it softly in his.

“Y/N, I really am sorry. Please, l don’t want us to start your move to Paris on a bad note. You have no idea how happy I am that you're finally here to stay. Let me take you out tomorrow. Just me and you, a celebratory dinner. On me. Heck I’ll even take you shopping, any store you like, I’ll carry all the bags and not complain one bit.”

A soft giggle left your lips and you cursed yourself for letting him get away with his shit so easily.

“Please, I’m sorry gummy. It won’t happen again. Let me make it up to you.”

“You better bring your shiniest Amex card tomorrow when you pick me up.”

“It’s a date.” He smiled, and you tried not to think too deeply into what he’d just said.

Just then, you heard the front door close, Mia appearing in the doorway with several shopping bags, singing to herself. She noticed you and Kylian stood in the middle of the kitchen, your hand in his and she rolled her eyes, knowing you had definitely let him off easy. Luckily for you, she wasn’t about to do that. She smiled sweetly, before reaching into one of the bags and pulling out an orange. It happened so quickly, you didn’t not anticipate the orange leaving Mia’s hand with such force, heading straight for Kylian’s head. He managed to duck at the last second, the fruit finding the wall behind him instead of his skull.

“Mia what the hell?!” He shouted.

“Fucking dickhead. You’re lucky that wasn’t a knife.”

/———-/

Part 4 finally 😭😭 just two more parts to go! Sorry it took so long please forgive me 🤞🏿 and it may seem like it’s going round in circles but they gotta do this stupid arguing and not talking about their feelings 5 times before they finally get their shit together so we’re getting close to the happy ending, very soon though it’s deffo going to get very messy before it gets better 😵‍💫 I hope y’all like it <3 (also it’s half 3 in the morning and I haven’t edited this entirely so I’m super sorry for any mistakes 🙏🏿)

Also I know the French don’t do graduations (shame if you ask me, I loved my grad) but I had to have one to fit the story 🤭

And I’m sorry for making y’all wait, im back at work and it’s hard to find the time to write (I had a bit of writers block) and also I find it hard to write super short pieces so it does take me a while to write so I’m super grateful to y’all for being so kind and patient 🥺🫶🏿

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lunavadash-creates · 1 year

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Next idea reffering to the latest message. The reader gives them their necklace as a lucky charm and some kind of promise to come back to them right before they go on a mission/battle?

You know my favorite characters, but feel free to write for characters you like to write about.

🔪

After weeks/months/years of silence, I am back.

Thank you Knifey for believing in me when I couldn't believe in myself! I hope you will enjoy it!

Altaїr

„Why are you giving me this?” he was so surprised when you suddenly gave him a turquoise

The stone was in the shade of summer sky, covered with a thin web of darker veins, it was held in place by a black, leather strap

“It should give you protection, especially that I won’t be there with you”

It didn’t matter that he wasn’t the one to believe in the magical power of colourful stones, he was just happy to have a gift from you

He immediately put it around his neck, secretly happy that he will be able to have a piece of you wherever he goes

“Thank you” he would say while hugging you and leaving a gentle kiss on your temple

“Promise me you will be careful and that you will come back to me”

“I shall”

After that, he thought about what to give you in return

During his missions, he was learning about different stones and when he found out that turquoise was really supposed to give peace and protection, he felt like his heart skipped a beat

It took a long time but finally, he managed to find the perfect stone – one that you then wore to the end of the time

Shay

The Morrigan was docked in the port for a week now and you were bored

As not-yet-the-official-templar you weren’t allowed to attend the meetings and all the weird shenanigans Shay had to take part in

It’s not like you cared a lot about politics but it was boring all alone

Like sure shopping and eating nice food was great after weeks at the sea but you missed your love

That day you were on the shore, enjoying the sun and the warm weather, baling barefoot on the wet sand, allowing the ocean to wash around your feet

At one point you found a clam

It had a pearl inside

And only by a total accident you also knew that Shay will have a birthday soon

It took a bit to find the right blacksmith but he agreed, after getting some additional coins, to put priority on your order

You made a sketch of what you wanted – a silver four-leaf clover with this small pearl inside

“It’s for good luck,” you said while giving him the present

The grin on his face widened

“I make my own luck”

And then he spent half of the night thanking you for a beautiful gift

Arno

He doesn’t really like getting gifts

Unless a gift is a cup of coffee

Honestly giving him a gift is such a pain as he has almost everything he wants

Like seriously he grew up rich and as a Café Theatre owner he doesn’t really complain about the lack of money to spend

One day he comes back home and tells you he has a mission in Germany so he will be away for a few weeks

He also asked you to take care of the Café in his absence as he trusts you the most

It broke your heart that he will be away for so long so you desperately thought about something to make him remember his home and you

At one point you found a weird man from a land far far away who was selling some goods

Among them, there was a little Rhodochrosite. A pink crystal in a shape of an obelisk hanging on a silver threat

This man piqued your curiosity so you listen to the story of the spiritual meaning of the stone

You came back home with this necklace just to find Arno packing his clothes

You hugged him from behind, not really wanting to let him go so far away without you

“I have something for you”

“I hope it’s a cup of coffee”

“I don’t want you to go. But also, I cannot stop you so… please, have it with you. It’s a Rhodochrosite and it means compassion and love. They say it clears away emotional wounds and scars from the past. With it… you will come back to me eventually, right?”

There was a moment of silence and you thought Arno wasn’t really happy

It was until he hugged you so tightly, he almost took your breath away

“It is so much better than coffee. I swear I will come back to your Cherie”

He kept his promise

Edward

The crew was preparing your ship to set sails

Right next to your there was Jackdaw, also getting ready to head toward the endless blue

While sitting on the railing you watched the blond man, your friend and lover, ready to leave for a mission that will take him god-knows-where

You were holding a coin in your hand frantically flipping it through your fingers

“Hey, Kenway!” you shouted, to catch his attention. Despite the sound of waves crashing against the shore, he heard you and immediately turned around, just in time to catch the object that flew his way

It was a golden coin with jackdaw on it and a little hole at the top, through which run a leather strap

He raised his head only to see you holding the twin coin, already on your neck

“This is a promise, Kenway. Better come back and find me after the job is done” you threaten, but actually, you were afraid that the endless ocean will be too much of a gap between you and the bond you shared would be severed

Edward put the necklace with a coin on and then sent you one of his smirks

“I will find you even at the edge of the world, Lass! And you better have the second coin prepared for me!”

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illtakeyoutowonderland · 1 year

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The one (Part 3)

The one where she got almost killed

Sihtric x Reader

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It had been a long night and sleepless night.

Aethelfled had explained how she ended up there, something about her husband wanting to kill her and she being some kings daugther. Y/N laughed at first, thinking it was all a joke but her friend was very serious about it. And it wasn't like Y/N's story made any sense to the others either. So, she choose to believe her friend.

Still, her mind kept her awake almost all night. Not only because, you know, everything that had happened to her in the las few weeks but also, if everything was true, in what year had she traveled to?

One of the nuns woke her up, apparently she was late for making breakfast or whatever. It wasn't like they had anywhere to be, but still she got out of the bed and put on her clothes and went to the kitchen.

When I tell you this men were loud. She could hear them on the hall laughing and yelling from where she stood on the kitchen grabbing whatever other nuns where given to her to set the table. Y/N walked into the hall, ignoring everyone. Her head was killing her, she had barely slept and she was still processing all the information Aethelflaed had shared with her.

She exchanged some smiles with her friend, but ignored the others until the Abbess found her "Y/N! It was time you would join us" She exclaimed from her seat getting up and walking to her "Yu missed morning prayers you'll have to do them later"

"I'm sorry" She truly was. The Abbess was like an annoying super religious grandma but those you cannot hate because they are, very deep, a good person "It was a restless night and I lost track of time" She explained as she put some food on the table

"I hope you used that time to reflect on what you did last night" The Abbess said and Uthred and his men tured to look at them "You should apologize to the man"

"What?" She laughed in disbelief

"You will apologize to that man" She said pointing at Shitrhic who was trying his best not to laugh "And then you will go to make our morning prayers"

"I will not do such thing" Y/N replied "Saying sorry is meant for when you regret doing something and I do not regret a thing" She gave Shitrhic a fake smile and he rolled his eyes. Finan and Osferth were very invested in the conversation

"Maybe she should go to her morning prayers and then she can talk to Shitrhic in private" Aethelflead suggested trying to save her friend while Uthred made a face and laughed

"She will not" The Abbess stated "She has to learn, this is God's way" Y/N rolled her eyes at the mention of God an The Abbess pushed her even closer to where Shithric was seatted.

"Fine!" She said "I'll apologize or whatever" She took a deep breath and stood on the opposite side of the table from him "Shithric"

"Yes, Lady?" Oh he was enjoying this too much, and his smirk said it all

"I'm sorry" She said and when his smile only grew wider she could only see red so, she continued "I'm sorry your brain is so small it can't even process it own stupidity" And it felt so good when she saw how his smile faded away.

Finan chocked on his, Uthred laughed so hard, Osferth tried to hide his laugh and even Aethelflaed couldn't contained her smile. "That is enough young lady" The Abess exclaimed. She didn't think it was funny "Go to the chapel and say your prayers. Now!"

"I'll go" Y/N said as she took some bread from the table "And don't worry Shithric I'll pray for God to give you a new brain, but since you are a heathen He might ignore me" And she finally left the hall very satisfied with herself and the look on the man's face. The Abess wasn't so happy, though. She took the bread from her and made her go to the chapel next to the nunnery and left her alone so she could think about what she did.

A few hours had passed and she didn't even feel sorry for sleeping instead of praying. She did say some prayers but eventually sleep won, and suddenly the wood benches looked super comfortable. She looked out the window and saw it had started to snow, so, not wanting to freeze in a chapel she started walking over to the nunnery while petting some of the animals.

Feeling more rested and content with herself she let herself get lost in the small snowflakes that were pouring over her when a voice startled her "You do not look like a nun"

She looked over to the voice and stopped in her tracks. It wasn't just one man. There were at least 50 and she cursed herself for not paying more attention. Two of Aethelflaed's men where kneeling in fron of them, being held by danes with a knife, and a third one on the floor already dead. She started to understand the danger she was getting into. "Because I am not" She said while looking over at them. The blonde man chuckled and she saw he had some small tattoo on his right eye

"Are you a Dane?" The blackhaired man next to him said

"Also no" She said "Apparently I'm too soft for a Dane" She said more to herself rolling her eyes

"You look soft" Said the first man and all she could think of was eeeeww

"Can I help you with something?" She started to wonder why the hell none of Uthred men where outside dealing with this.

"Like I said to you nun friend" The blind man said rolling his eyes as if he didn't like reapting himself "I'm here for Aethelflaed"

"Oh, and who are you exactly?"

"The name is Haesten, Lady" He said while Y/N looked over to the nunnery and saw the glimpse of a few shadows move inside "I'm a friend. I just want to keep her safe"

"Well, that's funny" She said laughing a little. She somehow understood she had to give the others time to come with a plan to win them some time.

"How is it funny?" The darkhaired men intervined

"A man came in here last night and said the same thing" She always tried not to lie too much, since she was awful at it, but she could avoid certain details.

"What man?"

"He wasn't a Saxon, that's for sure" She said looking over to the horses and trying to come up with some plan "I don't know, tall, dark hair, blue eyes, too much confidence"

"That sounds like Uthred, Lord" The darkhaired man said to Haesten

"Uthred! I know you are there" Haesten yelled "Give me Aethelflaed and I won't kill you"

"Oh, he is not here" Ok, that was a lie. But seriously someone had to come outside at some point, right?

"What do you mean he is not here?" Haesten was low on patience already "I can see the horses there" He pointed at the animals and she sighed

"He left them for you to think Aethelflaed is inside" She shrugged "They left that way, last night" She pointed to her left "Maybe you can catch them if you hurry and let those men be, I'm sure she'll be thrilled to see a friend" She gave them a smile while pointing to the guards and started walking over the few steps of the front door when an arrow flew past right next to her head. She froze and looked over to the arrow, now nailed to the big wooden door and to the window right next to it. She saw Finan looking at her giving her a nod as to reassuring they had her back. So she turned to face Haesten and his men again.

"I do not like being lied to, Lady" The blonde man said as he got off his horse. She didn't even tried to deny it "Give me Aethleflaed or the next arrow won't miss"

"You can go inside and check if you want to" She snapped. For some reason she didn't like being threatened to death. She would kill them herself if she had to. But before anyone can say something else the door opened and the Abbess steped outside. "No no, Abbes go inside"

But the woman only gave her a smal soft smile and turned to the Danes "What is it you want?" She said and Haesten and his men looked more annoyed than before, if that was even possible "We have some food and ale, it is yours. What we do not have is silver. If it is ourselves, our lives...I ask you why?"

"Aethleflaed. Aethleflaed. Aethleflaed. Aethleflaed." He reapeated "How many times do I have to say that stupid name? What I want is Aethleflaed!"

"There´s no one in this house called Aethleflaed" The Abbess stated and Haesten gave the order to kill one of the guards. Y/N stiffened. She had never seen anyone get killed before and still it seemed so distant now

"Deny her presence once more and a third man dies and I will burn down your nunnery and everyone inside"

"Realese him and take me in his place" The Abbess suddenly said walking down the final steps of the entrance "Or am I too strong for you?"

"No no no, Abbess stop" Y/N almost whispered. She knew this wasn't going to end well

The third guard got killed and that was the last straw for the Abbess "Why must you behave like this?! Why must you slaughter for no good reason?"

"Dagfinn" Was only Haesten said and the blackhaired man spoke

"Aethleflaed"

"Why must blood be spilled? It is heathen. Ungodly! And you are the devil's encarnation, nothing more" The Abbess ranted looking around her "And all I can try and do is ensure that He shall have you!"

She grabbed an axe at the same time Y/N saw Dragfinn get a spear and she run down the steps to stop her but she was too late. "Holy shit" She muttered as the Abbess dead body reached the ground and she kneeled next to her on the muddy dirt.

Time stopped for Y/N. She knew Haesten was still yelling for her friend to come out but she couldn't register the words, nor she didn't care. All she focused was the dead face of the woman who had take care all those weeks ago. "Show yourself!" Haesten screamed and grabbed Y/N to get her up on her feet "Or your knew friend will show how soft she can be" He grabbed her by her neck pushing her back into his chest "And we will take turns" The men laughed "She is here"

When there was no response he pushed her against some other men who hold her as they walked towards the nunnery kitchen. She didn't know why exactly they were taking her inside with them, but she wasn't in a position to complain either.

The got inside and stood in front of the hall's closed doors. Y/N and the man that hold her in a corner next to the kitchen door. The doors opened and the battle started. Uthred and his men got out the hall and started killing Haesten's men. Even Skade got out and she got her time killing them. She actually was enjoying herself, it was really creepy to watch. The man that hold her realed her for a moment but someone else grabbed her and covered her mouth with their hands.

She got dragged to the kitchen and behind some big furniture. But she fought. She even got to bite the man's hand "Damn it woman. It's me!" Finan said behind her and she stopped moving "We just need to be quite, hmm?" She nodded as she tried to steady her breathing.

Haesten and Dragfinn run outside as if they were scared and Y/N knew the little battle was over. Once Finan checked everything was okay for them to go to the hall, she followed him to meet with the others. "Y/N!" Aethleflaed exclaimed as she walked towards her and hugged her "Oh, I was so scared for you"

"You were scared?" Y/N tried to joke but her eyes filled with tears as she met with her friends eyes "The Abbess..."

"I know" Aethleflaed said with a sad expression "We saw"

"I tried to stop her..."

"It is not your fault" Uthred said

"You did good, Lady" Finan said with a smile on his face as he patted her shoulder. Osferth nodded in agreement but Shithric only watched her

"I doesn't feel like I did good" She whispered as she met his eyes. Something about the recent fight sparkled in Shthric's gaze and she hold it not sure why. But she could swear she saw some relief in him for a second.

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I have so many ideas about this story I can write them fast enough

Hope you are enjoying it!! 💜

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pvffinsdaisies · 6 months

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I saw @apersonwholikeslotus share some stuff about their ghosts au, and it inspired me to share a little bit more about the ghosts au I’ve been working on myself for well over a year now 💕. Big thank you to @ifindus and @nordickies as well as my friend Third over on discord for helping me out with this AU.

Ghosts, a hetalia AU.

ÅLAND/GERMANY: alive

In this AU, Linnea (Åland) & Ludwig (Germany) take Alison & Mike’s rolls. A young couple who move into a Manor House after a very far off relative of Linn’s passes away. After an accident, Linnea is left with the ability to see ghosts, unlike Ludwig who cannot.

DENMARK: 800s

A Viking arriving in britain right before the Danelaw began. Mathias never actually made it to battle, he tripped and fell onto his axe before he got there. Mathias is the oldest of the ghosts, but he doesn’t speak much English besides a few words he’s picked up overtime. Interestingly, he has an extreme reaction whenever someone mentions him helmet not having horns on it. Mathias likes to upkeep his Viking traditions, and forces Linnea to run a bath for him to sit in every week. Mathias has the ghostly ability to be able to touch and move things with enough effort.

NYO SCOTLAND: 1300s

An overly opinionated woman for her time, Bonnie was married off to a wealthy Danish man when she was young. The pair didn’t get along, she found him intolerable, and fucking stupid. Bonnie was poisoned by her husband on their trip down to the north of england. The second oldest ghost after Mathias, but the two struggled to interact with one another. Bonnie can be seen very faintly in photographs.

FAROE ISLANDS: 1400s

Gyða is the ghost I personally consider to have the most tragic backstory. The daughter of a king, and his servant mistress who had been stolen from her home. Gyða grew up never knowing who her dad was, and believing her existence was pointless. She was raised a servant, and threw her out of the highest window of the house on her 20th birthday. Gyða becomes good friends with Bonnie, who in her death helps her find her worth, which allows her to make peace and move on. Gyða’s voice can be heard by humans so long as she shouts/screams/laughs loud enough. She falls from the highest window in the house every night, recreating her death.

NYO FRANCE: 1536

A wealthy Tudor woman, heavily inspired by Anne Boleyn. Marianne was a mistress of Henry VIII between Boleyn and Seymour. She was beheaded after being accused of treason. Her ghost body can never find her head, but she does have the ability to float. She had a strong friendship with Cornwall, a pirate ghost who died not too long after her, who made peace before Linnea and Ludwig moved in.

NORWAY: 1662-1663

Aksel moved to britain alongside his family as a travelling band. They settled into a village, but were not very trusted or popular because of their pagan beliefs. When accused of witchcraft, aksel was the only one of his family who did not manage to escape and sail off to Iceland. He was burnt at the stake. He becomes best friends with Denmark after being harassed by the Viking. But he winds up learning old Norse from being unable to escape him. The two stick together like glue, aksel is more thankful for Mathias than he lets on. When stood close to Aksel you feel extremely hot.

SWEDEN: 1814

A figure of the Swedish government, Björn is in England to discuss the Sweden-Norway war and possible unification of the countries, along side his son. After a heated argument between him and his son, who will live on to become an infamous fictional serial killer in Sweden, he suffocates Björn in his sleep using his pillow. When we meet björn, he has no idea who killed him, and takes intense pride in his son. Björn likes to fill Aksel in on the “current” political system of Scandinavia (though, it is now very outdated). Björn has the ability to fiddle with lighting.

ENGLAND: WWII

What can I say? Cap is my favourite character. And the design is already made for me! I think Arthur was shot dead. He, similar to cap, had a lover who left the station to fight in the war. He makes peace and moves on when his former crush comes back to visit the house, and when Linnea goes out to talk to him, Arthur finds out his love was reciprocated.

FINLAND: 1986

The youngest of the ghosts! Aino was in britain on holiday, taking a tour of the old manor. She gets distracted by something, and in an attempt to hurry and reconnect with the group, they cross a frozen lake, which breaks and they die of hypothermia in the water. Aino herself is actually a relative of Linnea, her auntie who she never got to meet. Aino becomes an unexpected friend to Arthur, being the newest ghost the pair of them team up to try and get to the bottom of how the rest of the ghosts passed away. Aino is the opposite of aksel, when you stand too close to her, you feel colder.

There is more I could touch upon, but here you go!! My ghosts au, which I’ve been wanting to share for way too long now. You can probably spot all the ways I took inspo from the og show.

#god I love this au smmmm #some characters are a LOT more developed than others #but hehehehe #didn’t even get to touch upon the ScotNor in it 👀#hetalia #bbc ghosts #ghosts au #aph denmark #nyo scotland #aph faroe islands #nyo france #aph norway #aph sweden #aph england #aph finland #nyo finland #aph åland islands #aph germany

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thehotgrandparent · 8 months

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Homesick headcanons from Webtoon made by Ms.Freaky because I have nothing better to do. (It’s a school night and it’s 10 at night)

Gladiolus is that one person who you can drag around and he wouldn’t mind at all.

He also finds a lot things mundane and he doesn’t understand how people find happiness in things.

Gladiolus had a shitty childhood when he was younger, which is why he doesn’t show emotions much

Rayne was always reckless and got hurt a lot, so Tomoha learnt how to use a first aid kit due to it.

Kenny and Sam are both Argentinian, and they can speak Spanish as well because they often visited their extended family there.

Poppy is really good at doing hair, but is extremely rough with it. He also used to have a pet snake and cat.

Tomoha and Kenny sometimes voice over fanfics whenever they’re bored and have nothing else to do.

Kenny also makes a lot of dumb decisions, which Tomoha sometimes has to use a first aid kit for.

Kenny and Gladiolus used to hate each other, mostly on Kenny’s part, because he thought that Glad didn’t really care about the group at the house, when in reality, he doesn’t know how to show it.

Once they got along, which took awhile, they were decent friends.

Gladiolus often watched over Kenny when he was out and about because he knows Kenny will do something dumb.

Kenny and Samael used to go around telling everyone they were siblings, but as they grew older Sam started hating Ken.

Now only Kenny says that their brothers.

Rayne cannot cook at all. If she were to cook food for Tomoha and Sam they would wait till she isn't looking to throw it away

She once almost burned down the kitchen before the apocalypse by accident because she tried to cook.

Sam would throw it out right in front of her, and he would have a disgusted look and say “you should invest in some cooking lessons.”

Kenny would straight up say that her cooking sucks.

Tomoha would be holding back tears and give her a thumbs up while trying not to vomit.

Kenny once ate her food by accident and he got food poisoning.

Samael is a huge cat person and dislikes dogs

Meanwhile Kenny loves dogs and dislikes cats.

Tomoha is the one who likes both and she just watches them argue.

She sometimes tries to stop them but mostly just watches it because she finds it entertaining.

While it was just the 3 of them, Tomoha blames herself for what happened at the house and Kenny tries his best to reassure her that it wasn’t

For a few weeks, she couldn’t bring herself to look at the other two due to her believing herself as a burden and/or someone who would drag them down.

Which is why she took it seriously when Sam made a joke about her walking loudly and when Ogre died. She views herself as a reliability.

Sam tried to reassure her that she wasn’t, but it came off as rude and Kenny made him apologize for it.

Poppy likely beat up a Wendy’s worker because they got Oak’s order wrong.

They’re (being Poppy and Oak) childhood friends.

Oak was always the calm child while Poppy was the troublemaker.

One of their favorite pastimes (before everything happened), they would often go camping and/or go to the park.

Poppy is rather overprotective of Oak because he didn’t have the greatest childhood and Oak was the first person he made friends with.

Let’s ignore the fact that they’re all in my hc book on my AO3 account ❤️

#poppy homesick #homesick webtoon #samael keene #kenny luckstar #gladiolus homesick #homesick gladiolus #oak homesick #Tomoha homesick #rayne liebert #homesick rayne #homesick Samael #webtoon #wentoon homesick

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angry-trashcan · 8 months

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"if this sounds needy" fool (affectionate) you've activated my trap card. You've only motivated me to ask for the Ceres Lore Dissertation

Tell me everything, I need details so I can ask her and you to marry me

Luna. You have no idea what you've just done. I was cooking when I got this ask and have been thinking about how I'm gonna respond since I saw it. When I'm done, you can ask me (or Ceres I guess) to marry you and I will say YES.

Okay. I'm just gonna give a few fun facts about them before we deep dive into her lore.

Ceres goes by she/they

Absolutely LOVES to bake

Cannot read

Cannot aim to save their life (literally)

Favorite color is light blue

Fell for Twilight first (but will never admit that to the rest of the Chain)

Is pansexual

Favorite flower is a magnolia blossom

Favorite meal is Venison stuffed peppers

Loves animals!

Has an old hunting dog as a pet at home

Okay. Now for her actual backstory, I can't believe I've never shared this publicly omg. (THIS IS SOMEHOW 3K WORDS LONG I JUST SPENT TWO HOURS WRITING IT ENJOY)

It seems as though Ceres' life was bound to tragedy before she even took her first breath. Her mother found out she was pregnant with them at only 17 years old. Unwed and with no hope to take care of them alone, she told Ceres' father of the pregnancy. That was the last night she saw him. Rumor is that he is living in Castle Town.

Ceres' mother, Rene, had no other choice but to be a single, teenage mother. With only the help of her own mother and a few people from town, Rene built a small house outside of the village. The house was small, but modest and only a short walk through a grove of magnolia trees to her mother's house.

It seemed as though things were looking up for the mother and daughter. A small home, help from a carrying grandmother. But things took an abrupt turn when Ceres turned four.

Per village tradition, at four years old every child begins school. The school consisted of basic things, such as reading and writing, but it also taught the core values of the village: hunting. Sitting on the edge of Ordon, the village was in the middle of the woods, surrounded by thick foliage and even thicker trunked trees. The only way for the village to survive was through their age-old tradition of hunting.

Rene had other things in mind for Ceres.

Ceres was to stay at the house and assist her mother. At home, she learned to cook, clean, sew, bake, and other tasks of the such. Anytime Ceres would attempt to go to the village to see other children or simply to visit, it was shut down quickly and harshly. "If you go then they will take you from me." or "You don't want to leave your mother here all alone, do you?!"

So, Ceres stayed put. Watching the trees loose their leaves and the magnolias bloom in the late spring.

Her grandmother was her only saving grace.

The only place Ceres was allowed to go was to her grandmother's. It was there that they learned the old ways of the village. How to braid her hair into intricate styles littered with flowers. How to pull the sweet nectar out of honeysuckles. The light-footed dances celebrating a hardy hunt. The way to keep fae away by keeping the apple pie out of the windows.

When Ceres was ten, her mother brought home a man. He introduced himself and their mother seemed happy for a time. Until the day he didn't come back, and her stomach grew with each passing week.

Ceres' brother, Jayco, was born shortly after. He had bright blue eyes that mimicked their own with a wild head of dark curls. She adored Jacyo. He was her baby brother, her new friend, her only friend. That changed quickly.

They became his primary caretaker. Bathing him, changing him, feeding him, even being called mom by the toddler before their own was. She was exhausted. Any attempt for peace at their grandmother's was shot down, "I need help with your brother! You know I can't do this alone!"

And so, she stayed.

When Jayco turned four he was sent to school. Ceres watched with jealousy in their eyes as the boy learned to read at the kitchen table, their mother tracing over each letter with him. It wasn't long after that Rene told Ceres that they needed to get a job to help support the household.

Ceres found themself thrown out into the path to the village she had never been to, mumbling words that didn't make much sense. The village was as beautiful as she had always imagined it to be. Lanterns hung in the streets as vendors lined the cobblestone. People shouted prices and jokes over her head as she wondered by. Every shop she stepped into told them they weren't hiring. Sending her back out on her way with a look of worry for this new girl in town.

On the third day, she was still down on their luck. Feet drug the ground on the way out of the town, head watching the torn boots. A whistle pulled her attention to a small fruit stand, an old woman sitting under the wooden roof. "Ya lookin' for work, sweetie?"

Ceres nodded as fast as she could, rushing to stand in front of the woman. "Yes, ma'am I am! I'll do anything you need me to!"

The woman laughed, "Then you be back here 'morrow mornin' at sunrise. I'll give you five rupees a day, that's all I can spare I'm 'fraid."

Ceres' smile could rip the seam of reality at that news.

She worked there for four years. Helping the old woman run the small stand. She taught them some basic skills that Rene had kept her from. Such as some reading and writing, counting, history, the basics of alchemy. But the whole world came crashing down the day she came to the stand to find it empty. Gnats flying around the sunken fruit. Tears filled their eyes, knowing that the time with the woman had come to an abrupt end. Turning to leave the stand, a hand grabbed her wrist.

She turned back to meet dark blue eyes and wavy brown hair atop a man's head. "Sorry to scare you, but this was my grandmother's stand. I assume you worked with her?"

Ceres pulled her hand back to herself and nodded, "Yeah, I did. I knew she was sick but..."

"It was a surprise to all of us. Unfortunately, we can't keep the stand running so I'm sorry to put you out like this."

"No, no. It's not your fault I can find something else. I'm more just upset that she's gone. We were close, her and I."

A weak smile pulled at the man's lips. He extended his hand, "Your name is?"

Ceres took it in her own, shaking it slowly. "Ceres, you?"

"Aldric."

The relationship was like a whirlwind. He was introduced to their family in the first month. Rene adored him, Jayco looked up to him with pride in his eyes to be a hunter like Aldric. Her grandmother was wary after Rene's history with men, buy still welcomed him into her home.

During this, Ceres was on the look out for any job they could snag. Running orders for the local blacksmith? Done. Helping the bartenders deliver drinks to tables? Done. Clean rooms at the inn? Done. Help process the deer? Done.

There was only one problem with this. It was how quickly she would leave jobs. She would jump on a new opportunity, and within a month be quitting and finding another. Any minor inconvenience was enough for them to quit on the spot. Nothing was too small of a reason.

Maybe it was to try to keep ahold on one aspect of her life.

Things started to spiral with Aldric nearly a year into the relationship. It started with a heated argument over the type of meat she used in the stew that night before quickly devolving into a stinging cheek. Aldric looked nearly as horrified as she felt as she held a hand to her the red skin of their cheek.

"I- I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry." Was all he had to say before pulling her into him as she cried into his chest.

It happened more and more often after that, always starting the same way. A small argument over something seemingly minuscule before she was crying on the ground holding whatever part of her was sure to bruise that time. Apologies would spill from his mouth before doing it all again the next day.

Ceres heard a rumor in the bar one night as she cleaned a glass. Apparently, the hunting party that Aldric was on stopped by Kakariko for a few nights before heading out for the actual hunt. The reason? Aldric had someone to stop and visit.

Their blood ran cold, throwing the glass to the ground and taking that as the minor inconvenience she needed to quit.

She let that simmer in her for two more weeks before the hunting party arrived home. In tow a few large deer to make up for their troubles. Ceres bit their tongue at the marks on Aldric's neck as he hugged her.

She confronted him two days later, with the marks still clearly in view trailing down his chest.

This is the scene from Hair

You tried to settle your breathing, raising a hand to knock on the door. “Come in.” A deep voice called from within the small house. You took a shakier breath, hand settling on the door knob. “Didn’t you hear me? I said come in!” The knob was ripped from your hand as the door swung inward. Your wide eyes stared down at his feet. “Thought you were someone else.” He mumbled, stepping away and walking towards a chair in the middle of small room. You nodded, following behind slowly and closing the door behind you.

“You said you wanted to talk?” His eyes were on the fireplace in front of him as he spoke. You nodded again, not yet trusting your words. “Well go on, I have to leave early in the morning so I don’t have all night.”

You wandered towards his chair, coming to a stop where he could see you in front of him, but not blocking his view of the raging fire. Your voice was raspy as you spoke, “I wanted to talk about the other day.” Your fingers held onto the hand shaped bruise on your forearm.

“What about it? I already said I was sorry.”

“Yes, you did but-“

“Is my apology not enough for you?” His eyes flickered over to your face for a moment.

“It’s not that. It’s just that-“

“You know, I do a lot for you, Y/N.” His voice raised a level, “I go out in these scouting and hunting parties for weeks or months at a time to make enough money for us. I bought us this house so after we are wed, we can live here, I tell you your hair and the ridiculous amount of flowers you put in it is pretty. Is it not enough for you? Am I not enough for you?”

“Aldric, it’s not that it’s-“

His eyes felt like daggers into your very soul when he finally made eye contact with you, “Then what is it, exactly? Because it sounds to me like you’re complaining.”

You swallowed into your dry throat, taking a step back. “I know there isn’t a hunting party leaving in the morning.” The words were more of a whisper than anything.

His eyes narrowed in on you. “What are you implying?”

You looked away from him, “I’m asking where you are going. That’s all.”

“Where I go is none of your concern. But if you really must know, I’m going to visit my cousin in Kakariko.”

“You don’t have a cousin in Kakariko. The only person you know who lives there is-“ Before you could finish he was on his feet, walking towards you. You walked backwards, face raising to meet his as he got you against the far wall, right next to the fireplace.

“What the hell are you implying now? Huh?” He grabbed your chin, angling it up so you were forced to meet his gaze. “Are you trying to say I’m going there to cheat on you? I don’t have to go all the way there to do that. Anyone in this town would be happy to have me.”

You attempted to nod against his grip, squirming against the wooden wall.

“And what, now you’re all upset? Because you accused me of cheating? Give me a fucking break!” His open hand hit the wall next to your face, causing a squeal to come from your mouth.

Your breathing picked up again, eyes looking anywhere but his to try to find a way out of the situation. But you didn’t need one, he let go of you and backed away. He turned away from you, going back to the middle of the room. A hand ran through his hair. You followed his lead, getting off of the wall and going towards the middle of the room, though not towards him. You got yourself between him and the front door.

“There’s more I have to say.” You began. He didn’t look at you so you continued. “I think it would be best if we weren’t together anymore. Maybe find others or-“ He turned to you. His eyes glowing red in the fire light. And then he ran. He ran at you, your feet not understanding that they needed to move before he got to you. You were against the wall again in an instant, this time next to the door.

“Do you want to say all of that again?!” He hissed out.

“I- I-“

His hand dug into the bruise that was already there on your arm, causing you to cry out. “I guess not. You know, Y/N, no one is ever going to love you like I do.” His words spat out like venom. “No one is ever going to treat you as good as I do. No one is ever going to find you attractive again. I’m all you have. I’m all you’ll ever have.” He released your hand to slam both fists into the wall next to your head. “You’re going to be all alone, forever.”

“You’re wrong.” You managed to cry out.

His face twisted, “What did you just say to me?”

You shrunk down into yourself, “You’re wrong.”

BAM

You clutched your cheek, tears pouring from your face as you fell to the floor. He stepped back just enough for you to do so. “Maybe that will teach you a fucking lesson.” He spat on the floor next to you.

She pushed herself out the door and somehow stumbled her way down that same magnolia lined path she had walked a million times before. Finding herself in her grandmother's arms as she cried. Cried for the five waisted years. Cried for the wedding dress their grandmother had begun sewing for her. Cried for the pain in her face and chest and the lack of vision in one eye. They cried for themself. Since no one ever had before.

She sat behind the inn's desk the next morning. Watching the clock tik by second by second until their shift ended. One eye was swelled shut and black and purple, a large matching bruise sat on their ribs. It ached to stay sitting for so long.

The door flew open and she looked up, not even bothering to greet the people walking in as one of them reached the desk.

"Don't FUCKING touch that!" One of the others behind the man shouted, hitting the shorter one on the back of the head. They blinked slowly at the growing ruckus before looking at the face of the one in front of her. Red and blue lined tattoos ran across his face, moving as he spoke.

"I need five rooms please."

A vase crashed in the back of the group. And with practiced speed, Ceres dropped the pen in their hand, grabbed her bag from under the desk, and walked around it. "Yeah, I'm fuckin' out." The door swung close behind them.

She was in town the next day, searching for somewhere else to work when a man ran into the middle of the street, falling to his knees and letting out a blood curdling scream from deep in his chest. Blood fell from his stomach where he held his inside in place from spilling onto the ground. "Monsters! There are monsters in the woods!"

Ceres stood in the middle of the growing crowd, watching on as the man began to collapse into his own blood. Another arm caught his fall, "Where are they?!"

She recognized him, one of the many men from the end the day before. Fluffy brown hair and dark eyes that stared into the dying man. "Where are the monsters?!"

"Th- the wo-woods." Blood pulled in the man's mouth as he spoke and the other one sneered, letting his hand fall to the other's stomach. A few gasps filled her ears as the man's hands began to glow around the ruined insides.

"Come on, stay with me!" Sweat trickled down his face as he looked to be exerting himself. "It's not your time to die!" Light seemed to flood back into the man's eyes as the blood rolled to a stop, coughs slowing down. The other laid him in the street, "Someone get a doctor, this isn't going to help him for long." He stood to make way for two men to pick him up and carry him out of the crowd.

The crowd dispersed as quickly as they joined, leaving only her and the man from the inn in the middle of the street. People passed around and between them, a stale breeze blowing their hair.

"What's your name?" He spoke so gently to her, voice barely audible. They didn't respond, instead watching as he turned to face her. "I'm sorry about yesterday, my friends can be a lot sometimes." No words came from her mouth still. "I can heal that for you if you want? I'm a healer." And with that, she turned away from him. Pushing through the people back towards the magnolia grove.

The rest is history. Ceres warms up to the chain just barely before Time pulls her through the portal with them. WOW I did not expect to write that much but, Luna, you got your dissertation. I'm open to any more questions you may have!

#JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THAT WAS A LOT #I have ALOT to say today I guess omfg #ceres <3 #I just love that girl alot okay

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petrichorium · 6 months

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i must know more about the kitties you have with your husbands 🫶🏻 pretty pwease

WHEEEEEEE ofc ofc I will gush abt them all always 🙏🏻 on a base level none of these cats r purebreds or anything they’re all strays either organically found or adopted from a shelter/another home. also there r so many pics i cant make them smaller so everything is utc

Gagamaru and I have one cat that was originally mine, Kabocha. He’s very sweet but is a bit flighty and takes a long time to warm up to Gagamaru; the first time I rlly have the hes the one thought is when I walk in on him napping on my couch w Kabo tucked into the crook of his arm dozing away bc!!!! It’s the first time he’s been comfortable enough to sleep on anyone other than me. Very himbo cat, absolutely gorgeous but total dumbass.

Kuroo and I have three cats! I had two and he had one when we combined households we were veeeeeeery careful w introducing them 🥺 he’s had a grouchy old lady for as long as I’ve known him. Her name is Suki and he took her in as a stray after an elderly neighbor’s son let her loose; she adores him and it’s slow going but she comes to adore me as well. I had a cat that passed a few weeks after I met him and then didn’t have any pets for a while, but then abt half a year before we move in together he stumbles across a trio of kittens on his way to a date w me and the date devolves into us getting them care……. One unfortunately doesn’t make it :( but I end up taking in the other two; they’re a lil girl and boy named Mizuki and Hoshi. Old lady is tolerant of them but they’re def a bit too energetic for her so the only times they rlly interact r when they’re in a puddle together napping…. Suki is the calico, Mizuki and Hoshi r the white ones! Once they’re fully grown they’re both bigger than her, tho Hoshi is an absolute unit and is the biggest by quite a bit

I believe I’ve said this once but. I have a perpetual series of completely normal housecats w Jing Yuan pfft I try my best but they have an unfortunate tendency of hunting his finches :( I only ever have one-three at a time and ofc I adore them all but I do end up w like fifty over the course of our lives together LMFAOOOOO including a few lil lineages where I kept many generations down the line!!! But the three that I’ve thought about r Jade and her kittens Bei and Feng (Yanqing named those two……) bc they’re the ones I have over the course of Mimi’s life. Mimi is a co-parent in their odd little pride, she and Jade grew up together and are very bonded n constantly exasperated by their rambunctious boys……. just like me and mine, though Yanqing and Jing Yuan constantly protest that comparison 🫣

i Have talked abt shanks before but its funny to me so. this lil scrawny tuxedo kitten ends up following me onto the red force one day (bc i fed it) and nobody realizes until we've set off.... i am told i Cannot name it or get attached bc we Will be leaving it on the next island....... except the crew ends up getting attached and they name it sharkbait. SHARKBAIT. FOREVER bitter NEVER getting over it every time shanks and i get into any kind of fight i bring it up "ALSO YOU TOLD ME I COULDNT NAME THE DAMN CAT AND NOW ITS NAMED SHARKBAIT YOU STILL OWE ME" (he will never stop owing me)

Lil bonus bc he’s been on the mind for months now: Capitano is not a cat person in fact when I first ask for one he gets me a pair of massive guard dogs that I stubbornly refuse to name at first and then end up calling Fluffy and Cuddles out of pure spite. Then I bitch enough that he does get me a kitten who Absolutely Fucking Despises Him tries to rip him to shreds every time he gets in bed with me (a week in he admits he finds it endearing but she does get kicked out of the room regularly when he wants alone time) I call her Lady she is a very elegant girl when she is not trying to murder him and actually gets along very well w the dogs, much to Capitano’s chagrin

#ask.🌧#mydiluc #I GAVE UP ON FINDING DOG PICS BTW im soooo not a dog person and it Shows #but like u get the picture im sure #ss.🌧 gagaplu #ss.🌧 tetsuvi #ss.🌧 yujing #ss.🌧 shuvi #ss.🌧 pluvitano #<- i hope that one is temporary bc its Bad ngl JLSHBDFJHB #SHIP NAMES R SO HARD

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bears-are-trans · 2 years

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Hi friends,

I've come back to write this, for closure.

My life lost all its meaning a while ago. I kept grasping for straws, doing anything to feel like I have a purpose. Nothing worked. I used Tumblr as a coping mechanism for the trauma I went through time and time again. I've hurt so many people here. I dealt with horrifying things in my own head, and I went completely numb over the last few months. Without Tumblr, I was without an outlet. I grew distant from everyone I knew, I lost almost all of my friends. I fell out of love with my passions. After I lost my job, which was my whole life, I just about gave up on everything. I was prepared to finish my semester and then drop out.

But I made a really big, and difficult decision while I was still at that job. If I hadn't made that decision to go before I lost that job, I don't know where I would be today... - I was going to join my college minister, one of my last friends in the world, and go to Chapter (Bible) Camp. I stepped out of my comfort zone all for a week away from life, and I was petrified.

While I cannot give much of a testimony today, I can proudly say that I discovered myself for the very first time. I believe wholeheartedly that God brought everyone he needed to bring to camp for me to meet. Over the course of seven days, my life completely changed. I completely changed. If didn't know better, I'd say I was baptised by that experience.

I fell back in love with my passion for literature. Reading the first half of Mark was the most important literary analysis I've ever done to this day. I was able to look at the Bible with my very own eyes for the first time in my life.

Talking about Jesus' gift to humanity made me realize that, whether or not he is the Messiah, I do not accept him as my savior. And that is okay. I cried a lot over this, confided in my minister, told him how angry I was at this potential Almighty God for letting all these things happen to me. And he assured me that it's okay to feel anything and everything that I feel. Long discussions with him, long reflection times, tests of God's will, and everything else I experienced that week brought me peace I've been longing for all this time. It solidified my own faith. My faith in Mother Nature, my faith in people like you and me. God might exist, and He might not, and that it is fine either way. I don't have to go to Heaven if I don't want to. I want to give my body back to my Mother who was so gracious to gift it to me, and I want to go back in the ground when I've, as Hamlet so grimly put it, shuffled off this mortal coil.

I'm so beyond grateful I got to experience Christian worship with my new best friends who have been sent from all over the world by God to meet me. I went from having a panic attack on day one because of my religious trauma, to encouraging worship songs in the hot tub on day five and six. I got to embrace Nigerian culture, and my own very blissfully diverse culture. I went from sitting out of prayer at our study sessions and meals, to praying with the girls in my dorm room before going to sleep.

I can proudly say that I will now be finishing my Associate's degree in English, and then deciding from there if I want to pursue Film & Theatre and work my way into Hollywood/New York City, or further my English/Writing studies, or both! I've learned, almost most importantly, that I cannot rush my destiny. I will get to the West Coast when my time comes. In fact, I'm organizing a month-long vacation in Arizona, and a week in London, both in 2023! But I cannot rush into my future. When my time comes to move forward, I will then, and only then, move forward, knowing my Grandmother and Aunt and Mother [Nature] are with me.

That being said - I can also proudly say that I will be working with my minister to form a Christian / Non-Christian alliance at our college, so that Non-Christians like myself (pagans, athiests, muslims, buddhists, etc.) can seek safety and love and support when they need it the most. Non-Christians do not have to be afraid of Christians, and Christians do not have to be afraid of Non-Christians. Christianity itself is so amazingly and beautifully diverse, it would be a grave error for a Christian to shun a Non-Christian, or pressure them to conversion, especially through unusually cruel and manipulative tactics. We, as humans, can all love and help each other. I am going to feed the hungry, sit with the lonely, and guide the lost.

Finally, for the first time ever, I've taken the first real steps on my very long, yet so blessed journey. I've finally pulled out the hippie within me, and she is showing me how to become a better person day-by-day, for she is me. She always has been me.

If you've read this far, thank you so much, my friend.

If this ever reaches the audience of folks that I've hurt, just know that I am so, so sorry for the hurt I've caused. I take full responsibility for my poor, uneducated actions. I understand that nothing can mend the damage I've inflicted. - I am so much wiser, and so much happier now. I feel real, for the first time in my life, I feel like a real person. I'm in touch with my emotions. I'm allowing myself to show vulnerability, because vulnerability isn't such a terrible thing. I allow myself to sit with my depression when it comes to me, and I don't hide from it anymore. Nor do I hide from my anger. I embrace it, and I learn from it, because every emotion is just as important as the last. Every emotion I feel is part of my story. If God is okay with me being angry at Him, then it is okay for me to be angry with anyone or anything. It is not okay, I've learned, to act based off those feelings so ignorantly, so unthoughtfully, so unremorsefully. While I have chosen to turn away Jesus, and not ask for his forgiveness (at this point in life), that doesn't mean I won't ask you for forgiveness. Because what I worship is Human Kind. Humans are born into sin, and they can ask God and Jesus for forgiveness for that at the end of every evening if they so choose, but I say if this is who we are, then I embrace the sin. And in so, I apologize to you, my fellow human beings, and I ask you for forgiveness. Eye for an eye makes the world go blind, and sin for sin creates a living Hell. I have chosen to stop the chain here. And I will continue to ask you, my fellow human beings, for forgiveness each time I commit an act of sin against you.

One love ✌️

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midorishinji · 3 months

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Saturnalia

Original work ｜Part I of the "A girl by the sea"｜Also published in Portuguese and on AO3

Some people say December has a smell. It smells like a grandma's home, like sea breeze, like candy, like freshly cut grass, like rain that's about to pour. I’ve never understood this, and I’ve never felt it either: December to me is a dark month, full of penitence. I was never the type of child who was enchanted by Christmas, or who believed in Santa Claus: when I think of that time, I think about being in my dad's car passing under the tunnel of fairy lights that the city always puts up on a particular avenue here; I didn't know why back then, but I loved passing under the thousands of lights so much because my astigmatism made their brightness merge into a single magnanimous blurry entity. I thought this was how angels were supposed to look like.

Despite this, I can never feel happy when this month arrives. When I was still at school, December meant holidays, lonely and monotonous days at home, watching TV while it rained all the time, floating in a bubble of boredom and isolation. After I grew up, I discovered that I can't be left alone for too long with my own thoughts, or I start to feel like “Saturn devouring his son”, the famous painting by Francisco Goya: if I'm not functioning at maximum capacity, I start to cannibalize myself. In December 2017, I cried for two weeks, uninterruptedly, until I became sick with so much melancholy, like a heroine in a Victorian-era novel, delicately wasting away.

I resigned from the horrible job that used to pain me so much, and now I'm bitter about unemployment. It's been productive: I've been writing like I haven't written in many years, the words spilling out of my fingers, story after story; it's a shame that this production cannot sustain my body, only my soul. All of my college classmates have been feeling discouraged about their careers: we were promised a bright future if we had a degree, but each of us is worse off; informality, low salary, unemployment, freelancing, instability, professional portfolio, LinkedIn, I wanna run away from home and go live in a cave so I never have to deal with capitalism again.

I can't say that I'm perishing gracefully today: a more appropriate description would be a roadkill that drags itself across the asphalt, leaving trails of blood and ragged fur behind. And again we return to grotesque analogies and metaphors, like Saturn. December is the month of the Saturnalia festival in Ancient Rome, when masters served their slaves, and social norms were upside down; it was the festival that worshiped the god of time, wealth, renewal and liberation, the god who demands symbolic sacrifices in his name. In astrology, Saturn is a malefic planet that brings disaster, misfortune, loss, sacrifice, delays, and Saturn's return is feared as a time when everything falls apart.

I sympathize a little with the poor thing. I'm a Scorpio — misunderstood by nature — and I'm used to Pluto's phases, destruction as a tool of construction. I sympathize because I have a sensitive soul, and I buy the ugly fruits at the market because I know that no one but me would take them home, because I know what it's like to be a damaged product. I have Saturn in the eleventh house, the House of Blessings; it represents friendships, communities, and fulfilling dreams. Where Saturn is, it makes everything difficult: I have few friends, I can't understand social norms, and it seems that the more I swim, the further from the shore, from the much-desired reward, I get. Sometimes I have the impression that I see my dreams constantly slipping away through my fingers, and the more I fight, the more I struggle, the further away they become.

I think of December as the darker side of Saturnalia, wax figures, candles and masks that were offered in place of human blood. In the Northern Hemisphere, it is in this month that the winter solstice, the Long Night, occurs, when the sun seems to never want to shine again. And even though here in Brazil it's the opposite, the summer solstice when the light is so bright it's blinding, December for me is always a month of crossing the shadow, a journey through the Underworld. Saturn and Pluto are not so different after all: they both rule agriculture and bring fortune. Saturn is unhappiness, punishment, deprivation, but it is also wisdom, stability, persistence, tenacity, recognition; a god with two faces, and one of them is only seen after the ordeal. I know that the Long Night will eventually come to an end, because life is made up of cycles and more cycles, and it’s only a matter of time before I can get back on my feet, before I can feel that the reward is within my reach — even though the umbra seems infinite and impenetrable, I believe that it ends, because it’s in my nature to believe. And while the light hasn't returned, I’ll light a candle and take off my glasses, and let the astigmatism blur my vision so that this small flame can take up my entire field of vision until it becomes my sun.

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awkwarddystopianwarlord · 1 year

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Expect Nothing, Embrace Everything

Here’s a thought: when you birth a child, you birth a stranger. You don’t know who this person is, nor who they will be. You embark on an adventure to learn though, each day, every moment you spend with them, more pieces are added to the puzzle. But the times you don’t spend with them, the times you don’t see them, those pieces stay hidden. The only way to recover them is by explanation. You want to know what these pieces look like, but you cannot see them. The child on the other hand has seen them and if you want to as well, you must listen to them and understand what they say.

Now why did I come up with this intro? Well, I shall tell ye.

The friend I mentioned a few times, the one good boy, moved to the mainland. He moved back in with his parents, the only place he could live rent free. He had been away from home for five years working his ass off nearly every day. He was in a management position at a fancy dessert place, making two dollars more than minimum wage. This man worked overtime so many times, he went in on days we were all hanging out to help people close or sort some issues out. He would usually be a relatively short walk away but once he ran a good distance just to fetch keys. Another couple times he would verbally explain instructions over the phone for as long as it took to assist a coworker when he wasn’t on the clock. He worked a closing shift and opened the next day more than once. He spent one night at my house to save him the bus ride since a manager had essentially quit on the spot and he was left with the immediate aftermath. This guy endured eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve hour shifts because he was the only person who could help. He rarely had days off. His only break was the few months in between him finishing school and moving back home.

The rest of us in our little group have been flabbergasted by this dude’s ability to function like that. He awes us, stuns us, and, frankly, concerns us at times with his need to be busy. Unfortunately, this is what was expected from him in his household. You always have to be on the go, doing something, making a career, being productive. Those were the expectations. Now he is back home with a six month job. He’s been back for about a month. His parents, who let him come home, are already asking when he’s going to move out. They have shown annoyance over him not having another job lined up already after his current one ends. It’s been a month.

Rewinding to my beginning thought, you birth a child and you want them to do well in life. You want them to be capable of anything and everything they want to do. You want them to have all the things and opportunities you did not. You push them to become that person you believe they can be. Since you birthed them, you think you know all about them. This is where the parent is wrong.

You may have seen your child as they grew and explored and excelled and failed and fought. You may think from that, you have all the puzzle pieces. However, there is everything you couldn’t see even if it was before you. Only the brain holder knows the capabilities of their held brain. I may look functional from the outside. I have a job, an apartment, a hobby. I went to school almost every day. I worked hard in most things I did. I have friends, I’ve gone travelling and on adventures. I’ve laughed and smiled and still do. On the outside, I look fine. But you cannot see my severe anxiety, my moderate depression, my ADHD, my chronic pain. You cannot see the emotions I’ve hidden from view. You cannot see the times I’ve cried myself to sleep alone at night. You cannot see when I’ve sat on my couch as a vegetable for hours or gone through weeks feeling naught but numbness. You cannot see any of that because either it is not visible or you weren’t there.

If you didn’t know that though, you would think I could do a lot. I’m active, productive, hard working, clean. I look like I have a lot of potential to do great things, therefore, as a parent, you would want to push me to do that. You would have expectations. If it goes unknown, a person not being as functional as they appear they should may look lazy. A child may be scolded for not doing more since they appear they can. They may be questioned why their work ethic isn’t strong or their motivation is lacking. It may be confusing because on the outside, everything seems fine. That is where there is failure. When expectations get in the way, the reasons get buried.

When parents create this entire personality, existence, being, what have you for their newly born child, they fail them. You are not creating another you. You are not just passing on your own genes to this person. When the bun is ready to come out of the oven, it doesn’t just have its parents seasoning, it has the seasoning of every generation before sprinkled on. Some flavours are light or miss the bun completely, others overpower the taste. You don’t know until you experience the bun though. It’s a gamble. If one wants to fully and properly indulge in the bun, they have to pay attention to it, not themselves. If something doesn’t taste right, or seems off but you can’t place why, inspect it. Ask your bun and listen to the reasons it gives for the flavour not being what you expected. Then mull over what it said and really let your brain comprehend the words. Too often reasons are seen as excuses and ignored.

We each are an individual, a unique makeup of genes from all over our family trees. As a child of my parents, or a child of my own, it makes no difference. We are all puzzles, mysteries, creatures to be discovered. It takes time to fully know each and every one of us. It takes patience and pondering. Stop thinking that children are an extension of the parent or a vessel for which they can live vicariously through. Stop expecting things and instead observe what’s there. Think of my friend, the one good boy. He never feels like he is good enough because of this mindset. He’s saved me three weeks of grocery shopping because he gave me fifty five pounds worth of food. He brought us chocolate covered strawberries and roses on valentine’s day. He drove us all the damn time in Evo’s that he never let us pay him back for. He’s given us more love and affection than we knew what to do with and he still doesn’t feel like he’s good enough. I myself have felt shame for not being capable of doing more before I knew why. I put myself down for being lazy or stupid if I fell behind what was expected. My other friends have experienced similar struggles. It’s not a new issue, but it is an avoidable one. Ye need just stop having expectations.

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frogtanii · 3 years

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[buckle up; this one is a long one (1.6k words)]

things weren’t supposed to turn out this way.

she was supposed to show up, apologize “sincerely,” and the boys, her boys, were supposed to welcome her with open arms and swiftly discard of you.

instead, she was sitting in the back of a cramped police car with two pigs, one of which had a horrible b.o. problem and an affinity for sauerkraut.

it was so frustrating.

and, of course, it was all your fault.

you’d been blocking her from true happiness ever since the beginning when you’d first met in middle school. it was crazy because you’d actually seemed nice; kind, understanding, and you didn’t judge her for what her father did to her mother or for how she acted out because of that.

sure, you were a little weird and sometimes you could be downright rude to other kids in your class but you cared for her in a way that no one else had before.

(un)fortunately, you didn’t come alone — you were a packaged deal. your childhood friend, daishou, came into her life right along with you. she didn’t mind at first; daishou was fun when he wanted to be but he was mostly full of snarky comments and sarcastic quips.

the three of you spent all your time with each other; from playing at the playground to helping her begin her makeup youtube channel in 8th grade.

you all got along pretty well up until you got to highschool. once there, you threw yourself into your studies, sort of retracting yourself from her and daishou.

how selfish.

she couldn’t help but feel betrayed by you—you knew how bad she was at making friends and you didn’t even care, leaving her all alone to fend for herself.

well, not all by herself.

daishou was a constant. no matter where she was, or how alone she was feeling, he was there to provide entertainment at the most, and his presence at the least.

it wasn’t always the healthiest, most functional friendship, she could admit that. there were weeks that daishou would choose to ignore her for no apparent rhyme or reason, citing his explanation as he just didn’t feel like it.

obviously it sucked but he was her only friend, ever since you so cruelly abandoned them. i mean, you still ate lunch with them every day and invited them over to study and hang out, but it was not the same.

with you so absent, she grew closer and closer to daishou to the point she was spending almost every waking moment with him. and, as the story so goes, she fell for him, head over heels.

she knew it was a bad idea, if their friendship was anything to go off of but she didn’t care. she was desperate for love and physical affection and he seemed willing to at least give her the latter.

after she decided to confess, nerves all the way in her throat and a box of chocolates behind her back, daishou took her virginity in the back of his ford fusion, hard, fast and nothing like she’d imagined.

the next day, she’d cornered you in the library (where you always seemed to be) to tell you the good news. your face was unusually blank as she detailed the best night of her life to you, your response being less than stellar when she was done. “please be careful,” you had said.

what did that even mean? you clearly wanted to keep daishou safe from her which was ridiculous because weren’t you supposed to be her friend too? she’d stormed out of the library after that, determined to demand a kiss from daishou to make her feel better.

that day was one of the last that she’d see you for a while. you got caught up with clubs and schoolwork (and apparently therapy for god knows what) while she got caught up with daishou.

things with him weren’t... great. they never really were but things were getting even worse. his random bouts of silence got longer and though it was only freshman year and they’d been dating for less than 5 months, he’d meet with her after school with a hickey plastered on his collarbone that she knew she didn’t put there (she sucked even harder over the spot to claim it as her own).

as she said, things weren’t great but they weren’t horrible either. they remained that way all the way up until sophomore year.

you and her had drifted even further, hardly speaking to one another unless it was for a project or to vaguely greet one another in the halls. it was okay though. you had all your other friends and she... well she had daishou.

speaking of, her “boyfriend” had been more distant than usual. she wasn’t an idiot and she knew he’d been seeing other girls on the side, but she believed she would be the one he’d end up with, the one he’d marry.

how foolish she had been.

it was prom night and she felt beautiful. her beauty channel had finally begun picking up traction (she’d just hit 13k subscribers the night before!!) so she filmed a prom night makeup tutorial, making sure that every square inch of her face was perfect. donning a silky blue floor length dress, she felt like a princess and she certainly looked the part.

she showed up to daishou’s house about 30 minutes before the event, ringing his doorbell with an elated grin painted all over her face. he had mentioned in passing that his parents and older sister would be out for the weekend, leaving the house for themselves. that meant sex and sex meant being wanted.

after the third ring of the bell, she started to get nervous. maybe he wasn’t ready yet? maybe he needed help with his tie? just when she was about to wring the bell again, the door swung open to reveal daishou... not in his suit.

“oh, it’s you,” he’d grumbled. “‘m not goin’ to prom.” she felt her breath catch in her throat. she’d protested and begged for an explanation but he wouldn’t give one to her. eventually, she’d followed him into his house, furious because how could he do this to her? on her night?

it didn’t take very long for him to get fed up, his snake-like eyes honing in on her, filled with venom. “‘m not goin’ because i don’t like you anymore. you still look pretty though.”

just like that, with just a few words, he’d shattered her heart. she was frozen in place, completely disconnected from daishou, her love, as he not-so-gently pushed her out the door, slamming it in her face.

she felt tears stream down her cheeks and before she knew it, her legs were carrying her to a place she hadn’t been in months.

banging frantically on the door, she cried out, begging for someone, anyone to hear her. the door opened quickly and there you stood. you’d clearly been studying but as you took in her frazzled appearance, it seemed as though your heart broke.

you ushered her inside, sat her own the couch, and began to make her a cup of tea, your parents having been out for the night as well. once the kettle went off, you quickly prepped her drink and gave it to her, the words flowing out of her like liquid once she had taken a sip.

she didn’t know why she was even there but despite the animosity between the two of you, you seemed like you truly... cared. (neither of you mentioned the tears that stained your favorite t shirt or the quiet apologies you muttered into her hair).

that night quickly went and passed and by the next day, she was feeling rejuvenated and more like herself. however, that feeling quickly dissipated when she caught you in the hallway between classes speaking with daishou behind the stairwell in hushed tones.

within the span of a few hours, her heart had been broken twice and she was sure she’d never felt such heartache before.

she turned on her heel and darted away, avoiding your every attempt to talk to her for weeks and weeks until you just... stopped trying. after you’d cut off conversation, yet again, the sadness quickly festered and morphed into anger.

that anger only grew when she watched you graduate at the top of your class in your senior year, your smile blinding as you accepted your diploma. it only grew when she saw that you had made it into the university of your choice on your instagram story, her own rejection letter torn up in the bottom of her wastebin. it only grew when she saw you’d made your own youtube channel, her own going untouched and neglected (her last video had been a half-assed “get ready with me” that had more dislikes than likes due to her horrible makeup and even worse attitude).

soon enough, the rage had intensified until it had taken over her whole being. she was just so angry at all that you’d done to her, all the ways you’d ruined her life that she couldn’t keep herself from plotting your demise.

when she got the email from the hyper house management team that invited her into the house and offered the option that she could pick someone she wanted to move in as well, her anger turned into excitement.

this was her chance. this was her moment to turn your life into a living hell, to make it at least a fraction of what she went through by your hands.

she was going to make you pay and god, was it going to feel great.

the metal of the handcuffs chafed her wrists as she adjusted herself against the cool leather of the cruiser, the discomfort removing her from her reverie.

yeah, right. it seemed as though she was the only one “paying” right about now.

she tilted her head back to stare at the ceiling, tears filling her eyes but refusing to fall.

things definitely weren’t meant to turn out like this. not at all.

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crellanstein · 4 years

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Prodigious

I find it odd how the fandom focuses so much on Aang’s childhood being ruined when he learned he was the Avatar at 12, but there’s very little talk about how discovering she was the Avatar as a toddler affected Korra’s life and how she was raised.

But we’ll circle back to that...

Because this is a good starting point to talk about one of the most prevalent themes in the story, which the mainstream discussion of tends to only focus on a few characters -- That is the Child Prodigy.

We’ll start with the two most obvious. The ones we always talk about.

Azula.

The clearest example of your typical child prodigy (if there is anything typical about a prodigy). Azula showed early mastery of very advanced Fire-Bending techniques, and is the only Fire-Bender to use blue flames, which was intended to make her stand out amongst the other villains but is also indicative that her Fire-Bending is more pure and powerful (blue flame is produced when burning pure O2 or fuel without contaminant at a very high temperature).

All this lead to her being praised and favored by Ozai as a child, but as double-edged swords go, this also meant she had a lot of pressure on her shoulders to never fail, and she rarely did. Her ego matched her talent, and let’s be honest she was the baddest bitch the show had ever seen. Conquering Ba Sing Se, defeating the Avatar in combat, and dropping some of the most devastating lines of dialogue in villain history; she was a force nobody wanted to reckon with.

And that become a problem for one asshole in particular...

Being jealous of his own child is just one item on a laundry list of reasons why this guy is the worst father in the history of fathers. Azula had begun to outshine him with her victories, and Ozai’s maniacal ego couldn’t handle that, so he left her behind to babysit the Fire Nation while he went out to burn/conquer the world, which also was her idea.

And while this wasn’t the only thing that aided in her demise, it certainly was the final straw which sent her spiraling down into this...

In the end Azula is a sad example of how certain unfair expectations are placed upon talented children, and the more they succeed, the more these expectations grow and weigh on the them until they either disappoint those looking down on them or surpass and embarrass their elders.

It is a lose-lose situation which inevitably destroys them.

There is a similar example of the child prodigy, but his story goes a little different.

Aang.

Even as a twelve/thirteen year-old boy Aang by far has the most impressive stats among any character in the Avatar universe.

Basically mastering 3 of the 4 Elements in less than a year, after mastering Air by the time he is twelve (not to mention inventing his own Air-bending move, the Air scooter).

Aang is an example of a child prodigy who had too much thrust onto him at too young an age because of the talent he showed; because of this he panicked and ran away, and the world was worse off for it.

Aang/Sokka/Katara’s story is all about how in times of War, responsibilities normally handled by adults are pushed onto kids who then have to grow up very fast in order to deal with it all.

The message is clear. War robs the young of their childhoods.

Now, let’s talk about a different kind of child prodigy.

The Unacknowledged.

Yes, of course I’m talking about Toph, the greatest Earth-Bender to ever live.

Because of her blindness, Toph’s family tried to keep her sheltered and safe by hiding her from the world. Refusing to believe she could ever be more than helpless. Anyone who has seen the show knows that is far from the truth.

But because her potential went unseen, there were some negative effects to her personality. Initially, she resented her parents, and rebelled; which established a certain level of independence, a bad attitude, and a hot-headed streak. Over time spent with the Gaang these behaviors subsided because she finally had friends and they accepted her for who she was. By the end of the series she was fully willing to accept aid from them when she needed it, like holding on to Sokka’s arm in environment where her bending couldn’t help her “see”.

Toph’s story is a foil to Azula’s, both showed immense talent and badassery, but while recognition of Azula lead to ever-mounting pressure for her to succeed; the lack of recognition for Toph created a need for her to be acknowledged and set an undercurrent of frustration which leads to her acting out in the ways she does.

The lesson to take from Toph’s story is not to shelter your kid from the world out of fear for their safety, and to be open to recognizing their talents, not shun them.

Next are two more Unacknowledged.

Katara and Sokka.

Their story, and the reason behind their circumstances, is one of the more complicated and nuanced ones in the series, so here we’ll focus on how it fits into the subject of discussion.

Because of the War, Katara was robbed not only of her mother but also of any Southern Masters to train her, and any role models Sokka could have looked up to left with his father to fight. Because of this Katara’s potential and Sokka’s genius went unacknowledged not due to neglect but rather due to circumstance. (Yes, I think Sokka is a genius, how many 15 yr olds do you know that can plan an invasion, design submarines, and spit poetry off the cuff?).

This is a further example of how War robs kids of necessary childhood experiences, and these two robberies had particular effects on both Katara and Sokka’s character developments.

Sokka had the responsibility of protecting his home put upon him at a young age. The men of his tribe leaving prevented him from completing his rite of manhood until the Gaang ran into Bato of the Water Tribe, and early on Sokka was constantly trying to prove himself as a man and a leader. Sokka is one of the smarter characters of the series, but he rarely got credit for it until the third season. Not to mention that because he wasn’t a bender he often seemed less useful than the others. The circumstances of war made his talent go unnoticed and because of that he often was unsure of himself and overcompensated to prove something.

Speaking of talent going unnoticed.

Katara is definitely one of the more talented benders of the series. After training herself for years with little progress, she essentially mastered Water-Bending in a few weeks under Master Pakku. While her anger towards the Fire-Nation mostly centers around the loss of her mother, it can’t be ignored that the delay in her training was a direct result of the Fire-Nations’ actions. Toph’s anger and frustration vented itself as rebellion. However, the same frustration and anger is within Katara, but because she wasn’t as natural a bender as Toph she sought to learn and be respected, and when that was denied to her is when that anger bubbled to the surface in some terrifying ways.

While Toph’s talent went unnoticed because of her families neglect, Katara and Sokka’s wasn’t acknowledged because there was nobody to acknowledge it. Because of that both brother and sister wanted to prove themselves to the world.

And then there is Zuko.

I know what you’re thinking. Zuko wasn’t a prodigy, his Fire-Bending skill didn’t catch up with Azula’s until the finale and he never mastered Lightning-Bending, but this section is about the Unacknowledged.

Zuko had many other talents besides Fire-Bending, he was a master swordsmen, and was able to successfully break into every secure facility he attempted in the show (which was almost every secure facility the show featured). Unfortunately, these talents were never recognized, because the only thing the royal family cared about was bending ability (It’s possible the reason he learned the sword was because he lacked skill in Fire-Bending).

As per usual with Zuko, this part of his tale is quite sad. Many can relate to being outshined by a sibling, and when it becomes all too clear that one cannot match another’s talent it’s quite understandable to focus on what they do excel at, but even then there is no promise of recognition for their own talent. Zuko was even mocked by his father during the solar eclipse when Ozai tried baiting him into attacking with his swords.

This lack of recognition is one of many sad aspects of Zuko’s early life, but it is a definitive example of one of the hardest unacknowledged prodigy’s cross to bear. The Outshone prodigy, one whose talents are never noticed because a bigger and brighter star stands in the way of such recognition, and arguably the most frustrating type mentioned here. Toph/Sokka/Katara all came from situations were there was no recognition being given to them or anyone, but Zuko had to bear watching massive amounts of praise be piled on to his sister while he and his accomplishments went by the way side.

Ozai summed up the situation best.

“Azula was born lucky, Zuko was lucky to be born”

Alright now where have I been going with all this?

So, far we’ve covered a lot of wrong ways to treat a child, whether they show talent or not, and how the circumstances of war can also take many things from children.

But what happened to Korra?

(Before we get into to this I should state that I like Korra, and the purpose of this is not to bash her as a character or her arc, but rather to give a little of my insight into it.)

It’s well established that Aang was told of his heritage too young, and that was a detriment on his development into an adult, but what would have happened if he realized his powers himself not long after he could walk? We’ll never know, but we do get to see the effects it had on Korra.

When she revealed herself as the Avatar, Korra set her entire life in a new direction, and because Aang tasked the White Lotus with finding and training her that direction was out of her control. There are two key differences between Korras’ and other Avatars’ lives.

1. She grew up in isolation on a White Lotus compound.

Every Avatar before Korra we know of spent a portion of their early lives traveling the world in order to master the elements; along this journey they not only learned how to bend the other 3 elements, buy also many things about the 3 other nations and the world they are tasked to protect as a whole. By confining Korra in safety and bringing the masters to her the White Lotus deprived Korra of this opportunity to learn and grow and understand the world and the people within in. It also deprived her of learning modern bending styles until she reached Republic City.

While this might have kept Korra safe from the Red Lotus, it grew within her a naiveté about how the world worked, and because of this when she actually did venture out into the world she was terribly unprepared for it.

2. She was trained and mastered 3 of the elements by the time she was 16.

Most Avatars don’t know they have this power until they reach 16 and then they spend several years learning to control it. Korra’s natural talent in the bending lead to her training being expedited not by necessity like Aang’s, but due to her talent and eagerness. Korra excelled at the physical part of being the Avatar and because of this by the time she reached maturity she had become over-confident in her abilities and true to what her Fire-Bending master said in Ep.1 she lacked restraint.

I’m not saying her bending isn’t great, but rather because it is so great it’s her go-to solution to anything, and she enjoys that so she uses it with enthusiastic gusto and not a lot of thinking before striking.

This overconfidence coupled with her naiveté of the world is what lead to many of her rash decisions and actions, most of which had negative consequences, and I believe are the reason behind some fan are dissatisfied with her. Aang had been almost the complete opposite, even by the age of twelve he was an experienced world traveler and an incredibly humble guy.

Some may have been dissatisfied by these character decisions, but they served a purpose, they are only the beginning of her arc. The internal challenge Korra must overcome through 4 seasons is to humble herself before the world, and learn from it. This was finally achieved in the 4th season when the metal poisoning in her body forces her to face others in the world as equals, only then had she completed her journey.

And why did it all go this way?

Because she is a very unique child prodigy, what she demonstrates in the first episode of LOK would be akin to a toddler playing the violin or hitting a three-pointer; she could bend 3 elements close to just after learning to walk. That is the kind of prodigious talent rarely seen because it is mostly impossible. How does a rational person handle a child like that?

It’s a tough question, and something this essay has been circling around the whole time. Each example here is the wrong way to handle talented and different children, but what is the right way?

As always look to Iroh.

Who treated his surrogate son Zuko with both respect and compassion.

Unlike Toph’s parents, Iroh worried over Zuko’s well being, but also allowed him to be independent, make his own decisions, and take his own risks.

Unlike the Nomad Leaders, he didn’t want Zuko weighed down by his position in the world and the responsibility that came with, and always encouraged him relax and take advantage of the moment.

Unlike Ozai, Iroh would always be there to support Zuko in his victories and his failures. Iroh shows him the right path but does not force him down it.

And even after Zuko betrayed and abandoned him.

Iroh was never angry with him, and embraced him upon his return.

He wanted Zuko to grow and be a better man. Even if Zuko wasn’t a prodigy like his sister.

And that is the answer here. The way to raise a prodigy is the same way anyone should raise any child. Love, Support, a Guiding Hand rather than a Forceful Shove, Recognition of What Makes Them Unique, and Forgiveness When They Falter. The problem comes along when you start treating children differently because you see them as different or special. All children are different, all children are special.

Kids are kids, and they all deserve a proper childhood.

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Getting Caught ✧ MHA

Description: Headcanons for getting caught in a intimate moment with Hitoshi Shinso, Tenya Iida, Mirio Togata, & Tomura Shigaraki

WARNING: NSFW, suggestive content NOTE: This is a repost of an old SHITPOST headcanon I had on my previous account so if this looks familiar I hope you enjoy it the second time around!

“Nobody will know...”

Shinso

Shinso would go to his grave claiming that you were to blame for this situation

But in all honesty, he had been allowing things to build for far too long

You two weren’t necessarily a secret, but most people just assumed you were bEsT fRiEnDs 🥴

It was an honest misunderstanding

You had decided to keep physical contact to a minimum after an unfortunate attempt at holding his hand left you believing he didn’t enjoy any forms of PDA.

Shinso had just assumed the same about you.

However, as the two of you grew more serious, you found it more difficult to keep your hands to yourself

It just so happened your boyfriend had been working extremely hard in the hero course and it s h o w e d

You had found yourself admiring his changing physique and in turn, found you weren’t the only one admiring your boyfriend.

You weren’t necessarily jealous— you trusted him more than anything, but he tended to be socially constipated

And nobody seemed to know about you. Thus giving the other interested parties an unintentional greenlight to flirt with him. And there was one girl that had stood out among the sea of suitors.

Each time you saw the second-year girl perch next to Shinso it made your skin crawl, but no lines had been crossed.

Until they were.

Your knuckles were gripping the strap of your bag so tightly it ached when you made your way to where your boyfriend was perched outside

The second-year didn’t even acknowledge you as she continued her flirtatious ways and you don’t resist the urge to roll your eyes as you settle into the place next to him.

He had flashes you a lazy smile before focusing back on his phone screen.

Then her hand landed on his upper thigh

Let me tell you: sleepy boy was shocked when she touched him, but he was EVEN MORE SHOCKED when you took her by the wrist and tossed her hand to the side

You waste no time threading your fingers with his, rising to your feet and all but hauling him from his seat

His amusement only grew as he realized just how jealous you had gotten, a smirk forming over his lips as he set to teasing you

‘What’s the matter, kitty? You don’t like anyone touching daddy?’

NO, YOU DO NOT

You have no idea how you ended up on your knees in a supply closet??

Shinso is feeling very sure of himself above you, using the hand that was gripping the back of your neck as leverage to hold you down on his length

k i n g of dirty talk 🤭

Absolutely cannot help himself when it comes to telling you how pretty you look choking on his cock

Honestly doesn’t last long, but what do you expect? Seeing your jealous and possessive response to the girl he had given little to no acknowledgment had lit a fire in his chest

He was desperate to get his hands on you, to remind you that he was just as much yours as you were his.

And when he does— oh MAN he makes you forget all about the second-year girl

He has one of your legs draped over his shoulder as he goes down on you, licking and sucking at you in a way that had you trembling

You accidentally knock over a pile of brooms and mops, neither of you paying them any mind as your head lulled in bliss

If only you had remembered to flick the lock on the door…

Kirishima really thought someone was banging on the door for help. It wouldn’t have been manly— or heroic not to make sure someone wasn’t in trouble

Besides, why else would someone be making so much noise in a supply closet if they weren’t stuck??

So when the door swung open and he locked eyes with you, still panting and moaning as an all too familiar head of purple hair buried further into your heat—

He let out the loudest shout he could muster. Apologies poured from his mouth as he fumbled to shut the door

However, your boyfriend made no move to let you go. Instead, he hummed against your skin, only leaning back to nip at your inner thigh before speaking in a heavy voice

‘Better make this fast, kitty.’

Iida

So you’ve tried to keep your relationship on the down-low bc Iida doesn’t want anyone to think he’s distracted

We all know he just doesn’t wanna be called out for his obvious favoritism

Before you got together you were constantly pushing him, breaking minuscule rules in favor of gaining his attention. Nothing too immoral, but enough to get under his skin.

Like slipping into class just seconds after the bell had rung, nearly avoiding Aizawa’s attention, but never making it past Iida.

Or when a class had gotten a bit too stressful, the room filling with hot air as tensions rose and you had to pop open a few buttons of your uniform top

Then there was your favorite offense; desk sitting. If there was one sure way to get a reaction from your stickler of a boyfriend it was to place yourself on top of a desk.

Which is what you found yourself doing at the end of an unfavorable week. The two of you hadn’t gotten a moment together outside of your studies and you were growing needy.

So with a few moments of free time before class began, you decided to chat with Tsu and Uraraka, settling atop the desk between them when you had grown tired of standing

The desk belonging to none other than Tenya

Your ankles were crossed as you leaned forward to speak with Tsuyu and he was beyond s h o o k

Immediate hand chopping.

He’s towering over you, ranting about how your behavior was improper while keeping his hands clenched in an attempt to keep from running his fingertips along your thighs.

When was the last time you were this close to him? It had to have been longer than he realized for him to have such a strong reaction— are you biting your lip??

Any response between you died off as Aizawa addressed the class and you were sent back to your seat, leaving Iida far more frazzled than you realized

The moment class ends he has you tucked under an empty stairwell to continue his lecture

Only he doesn’t get very far

Tenya Iida has an authority kink. I take no criticism.

When you look up at him from under your lashes, muttering the words ‘yes sir’ as he chastised you, his resolve was shattered

Has you pressed against the wall immediately, fisting your blazer as he dips to press his forehead to yours

‘Why must you push me?’

Doesn’t even let you answer before his mouth is covering yours, hips arching to grind his obvious arousal against you

Knowing he had been just as affected by your as you had him was enough to spur a moan past your lips and he takes the chance to slide his tongue into your mouth

Although he was MORTIFIED at the impropriety of it all, he couldn’t resist the sweet noises you made as he expertly worked against you

His hand eventually slides between you, pushing past the waistband of your bottoms and grinding his palm against you teasingly

‘Now, who do you belong to, darling?’

You you youyouyou—

Your hand was rubbing along Iida’s hard cock, his length straining against his pants to the point you’re almost worried they’ll rip

Somehow the two of you had been so lost in one another that you hadn’t heard the door open at the top of the stairwell

Denki and Mineta honestly weren’t creeping this time— they just wanted a snack from the vending machine adjacent to you!

Got a whole ass meal instead 👁👄👁

A moan tore from your throat, quickly being smothered by Tenya’s parted lips as you came on his fingers

You had barely made out the echoing sound of objects clattering to the ground through the ringing in your ears

But your boyfriend had heard

His lips separated from you in an instant, shocked gaze shifting into something closer to anger as he recognized your classmates

Denki began stammering out an apology, looking close to short-circuiting as his attention flickered between you

Mineta had let his gaze linger on you for too long. His eyes taking in the way your exposed chest— Tenya must have pulled the buttons loose

You cringe away from his gaze, post-orgasm haze™ spurring you to tuck yourself closer to Tenya to avoid their stares rather than snap at them

It was your obvious discomfort that had kicked Iida into gear, twisting to thread your button your blouse together before rounding on the others

If embarrassment wasn’t enough, the thought of them having seen you in such a vulnerable position had him seething as he began his lecture

Attempts hand chopping them into submission, but they kept disregarding his words in favor of catching another glimpse of you in a fucked out state

All fondness for his classmates had vanished as he stepped into their line of sight, shielding you from their gazes. His eyes almost daring them to continue

Whatever words lingering on their tongues died off, heads bowing in shame as they agreed to keep the entire situation to themselves

After all, the potential wrath of Tenya Iida was not something to be taken lightly.

Mirio

Mirio’s love language is touch, without a doubt, so it’s honestly surprising when he’s NOT trying to get handsy with you

He’s always defended his obvious displays of affection by claiming he had so little free time— he’d be a fool to waste the opportunity to touch you!

Mirio jumped at the opportunity to feel you against him. Whether it was a heavy kiss to your lips after walking you to class, a hand slipping under your shirt to caress your back, or his fingers trailing teasingly along your thigh.

However, as much as he was attentive, he was also forgetful.

It was because of that forgetfulness that you found yourself alone in your dorm. Countless boxes of takeout were lined up on your desk and a pre-planned movie was ready to play on your small tv.

After a few hours and countless delivered messages, you succumbed to disappointment.

The following day Mirio can’t seem to figure out why you’re avoiding him, but he refuses to give up without a fight.

Definitely thinks it’s a game of some sort and takes it upon himself to break your silent streak

It wasn’t easy being upset with Mirio. He had an uncanny ability to brighten any room he stepped into and being irrevocably in love with him only strengthened his effect

He’s always hard for you and loves letting you know just how you affect him— so why not place a hand on your hand, pressing firmly against your back when he slips past?

You always look so stunning— why not feed you compliments at every given moment?

How could he not look at you with the most iNTENSE GAZE undressing you with his eyes in front of everyone?

It’s when he realizes that you aren’t reacting to his teasing and flirtatious behaviorist that he caves.

He finds you between classes, stirring you away from the crowd, despite your wordless protests. It isn’t until you’re tucked away in an abandoned hall that he finally asks what was wrong

You had fully intended on dragging it out, allowing anger to push you on. But he spoke to you in the softest voice, looked at you with eyes filled with so much devotion that it was nearly overwhelming

He is shocked when you shove him away— were you tearing up??

Actually gets super defensive because he doesn’t realize HES the one that made you upset

Once you finally cave and remind him about the date he had missed it hits him like a freight train.

The two of you so rarely got time together and he had stood you up.

‘I’m so sorry, baby. I’ve been so busy lately— I didn’t realize I was neglecting you.’

Does not waste time making it up to you. He cups your face in his hands as he starts placing soft kisses on your face, cooing softly as tears roll down your cheeks

Did somebody say praise kink?

How can you stay mad at him when he’s telling you how sorry he is and that he loves you and you’re the only one his dick will get hard for??

It isn’t long before he’s pinned you between him and the wall, hitching your legs around his waist while coaxing you into a heavy kiss

His hips flex to grind against you, his hot length slotting between your thighs as he digs his fingertips into the curve of your ass

Mirio does not care that somebody could see— his quirk leaves him naked all the time and he’s shameless 🥵

But again he’s so forgetful—

And he was meant to go straight to class 1A to talk with them alongside the other members of The Big Three

So when he didn’t show up Aizawa had sent Tamaki and Midoriya in search of their future number one hero

How were you supposed to know they would turn the corner just as you arched from the wall?

Mirio had no idea anyone was there as he used the hand that was wrapped around your throat as leverage to grind you over the edge—

bOY were you embarrassed when you heard the two boys audibly g a s p

Midoriya’s embarrassment nearly gave Tamaki a run for his money. You were quick to turn away, immediately hiding your face in his chest as he greeted the duo in an overly cheerful voice

Absolutely teases the three of you over the incident FOREVER!!

Shigaraki

Shigaraki was obsessed with you.

There was no way around how infatuated he had become and it only seemed to grow alongside your relationship

He was touch starved. The moment you began giving him physical affection and attention it was game over

He had no shame, especially when it came to his desire for you, which is how you often found yourself perched on his lap no matter the company.

That being said, the leader of the League of Villains became intolerable when the two of you were separated for long.

And a recent spiral of events has prevented you from returning to the hideout, thus leaving the others to deal with him

You weren’t expected to return until the following week. Aside from texting Shigaraki endlessly (didn’t he have anything better to do?) and assuring Twice and Toga that you’d be returning as soon as possible, you hadn’t had much contact with the League

Shigaraki was wound up tight, lashing out at the others far more than usual. That was how he ended up sitting at the bar, Father concealing his annoyance as Kurogiri took over the meeting.

And suddenly you were walking in, muttering a quick apology before taking the only available seat beside Toga

Shigaraki could not keep his eyes off of you, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by the others. It was the most present he had been since you left.

Of course, that meant Dabi has also noticed and never missing an opportunity to mess with their ruthless leader he shifted closer from his place behind you, muttering small talk into your ear

There is no doubt in my mind that Shigaraki was staring at you both like 😠 behind Father

Luckily the meeting had been wrapping up upon your arrival and the group was dismissed, many leaving to handle their own business.

However, the moment you had leaped to your feet Tomura had vanished from the room

With a sigh you moved over to the bar, sliding into the seat that had once been occupied by your man and Kurogiri placed a drink before you

By the time you had downed the last bit the bar had gotten eerily quiet, though when you shifted to speak to the Misty Man he was already looking over your shoulder. With a single nod, he had left the room.

The moment he was gone leather artist gloves shoved under your top, your heart racing at the all too familiar feeling as a palm settled between your shoulders

‘I’ve missed you, pet.’

There was a harsh tone to his voice, but it was contradicted by the trail of open-mouthed kisses he pressed along your neck and shoulder

Your entire body arched against him, head craning back to catch a glimpse of him, smiling widely as you met his gaze and returned the sentiment

A scoff slid past his lips, though you could see the amusement dancing in his gaze as his hand reached around to wrap around your throat

Despite the gloves, he kept a pinky in the air

His mouth covers yours in a sloppy kiss as his hips jolt sharply against you, knocking you against the countertop

Absolutely cannot control himself as he ruts against you, wasting little to no time in pushing your bottoms down past your thighs

Heat pooled in your stomach as his free hand reached between you to pull himself from his jeans

His dick slid between your thighs, a throaty whine sliding past your lips and despite the slick from your arousal the thick head stretched you perfectly

You had been completely lost in him, moaning and whining freely as he continued to rut against you.

There was a click throughout the room, similar to the door handle being twisted and your attention was adverted to the source

However, Shigaraki was faster.

He grabbed the back of your head and using his hold as leverage to press your face flat against the bar-top while his other hand worked against your sensitive center. A loud moan that was undoubtedly his name tumbled past your lips

‘There’s my little slut— louder, make sure they know who makes you feel this good.’

Unbeknownst to you, the person he wanted to be sure knew you were his had entered the room, Tomura meeting his gaze with a smirk as you began chanting his name like a prayer

A harsh thrust of his hips sent you over the edge as you came on his cock, filthy praises slipping past his lips as his hot release rolled down your thighs

He placed another sloppy kiss on the back of your neck before parting from you.

The moment you lift your head and begin adjusting yourself you lock eyes with Dabi

Embarrassed didn’t even begin to explain how you felt as Tomura let out a loud laugh, reaching down to pull your bottoms up after he had tucked himself away

‘Go wait on my bed while I speak with Dabi and I may let you come on my tongue.’

You wasted no time hurrying away from the two, heart pounding from both excitement and humiliation as you rushed to do as you were told

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