#the video genuinely made me feel so bad for the girl like I hope she is NOT friends w that kid anymore

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Yesterday I was on Twitter and someone quoted this tweet that had a video of some gay kid reading the shit out of his friend and making her legitimately cry and they said smth like “so much gay boy humor is literally just misogyny like y’all need to start calling them faggots and moving on” and they got so much hate and all these people being like “this isn’t misogynistic it had nothing to do with her being a woman!!” or whatever and the person who said it was trying to explain to these people that verbally berating a girl you’re allegedly “friends” with and continuing to tear her apart after she’s gone silent and stopped playing along and is trying to blink back her tears and thinking it’s okay bc it’s a “joke” is literally just treating women like shit for ur own amusement… which is misogynistic . And these people were acting like they claimed the sky was green bc they called it misogyny . There is no hope for women 😭😭😭

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Hi can u do a smau with max where reader is a doc for f1 and when max unfortunately has an accident she is one of the first responders(dont know what they are called!!!) And he just stares at her and its like love at first sight for him(he fell first and HARDER!!!!!) and everyone online could see it as well

Some teasing from other drivers as well

And proceed how u deem fit

Loved the sister in law one!!!!!!!

doctor lady | max verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x doctor!reader

summary: max never thought he would be happy getting a injury that puts him out of racing for three months, but when he has a doctor like you? he can’t help but be a little happy.

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maxverstappen1: we are allllm good guys!!!!!!!!!!!!! we are aliveee wnd well babybyvy 🤘AND me and lanHOE (becuare he id a BOE) got a pretty doctory lady 🥰🥰🥰 she’s sooooooooioiiooooo nice and prety AND she made us NOT feel pain so we love her 😍😍😍😍😍

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user1: they got him on those GOOD painkillers

user2: we’ve seen drunk max, but drugged max? a whole new level

landonorris: guy our lady doctor is soilioooooooooo prety 😍

maxverstappen1: HEY NO 😡😡 i alreadys called dibs!!!!!! she’s MY prety doctor lady. she game ME her instagran and i’m takin HER on a date!

yourusername: if my supervisor is reading this, i gave him my instagram and agreed going on a date with him because he was being difficult, started crying, and wouldn’t take his medication until i did.

maxverstappen1: HELLO MY BEAUTIFUL LOVE

user2: started crying??? max verstappen started crying???

user3: pain meds do that to you 🤕

user4: i need a video of that right now

user5: he is out of IT. i can’t wait till he wakes up and realizes what he’s done

charles_leclerc: happy you’re okay mate!

maxverstappen1: oh charles i have missed you dearly 🥰🥰 so happy you got 1st!!!!!!!

charles_leclerc: thank you max ❤️

maxverstappen1: i can wait for you to meet my future wife!!!!!!!! you’ll love her! she saved me life ❤️

charles_leclerc: someone please take his phone away

maxverstappen1: NOOOOO I JUST WANT TO TALK ABOUT MY FUTURE WIFR 😡

user6: max, charles is just trying to save you from the embarrassment

user7: when he sobers up, he either won’t give a shit and continue OR he’ll be so embarrassed and he’ll never show his face again

yourusername: everyone, please don’t pay mind to max, he is under very heavy drugs, and is not in a right state of mind. we have tried confiscating his phone, but he starts kicking and becomes difficult.

user8: i know this girl is scared for her job 😭

user9: having max as a drugged out patient seems horrible

user10: literal nightmare material

maxverstappen1: MYYY LOVVER HELLO

user11: good lord #freeyn

danielricciardo: i would say, i hope you recover, but i have a feeling you don’t want to recover?

maxverstappen1: I DONTTTT I NEVER EANT TO RECIVER BECAUSE THAT MEANS NOT SEEING MY BEAUTIFUL LADY DOCTOR SO NO!!! NO RECOVERY FOR ME

danielricciardo: screenshotting all of this for later 🤣

landonorris: i’m hungry, maxie can you tell lady doctor i’m hungry?

yourusername: you can talk to me lando. i’ll go get you something.

landonorris: NOOOO I CABR TALK TO THE LADY DOCTOR MAX SAID I CANT AND HE DAID IF I DID HESS GOING TO KILL ME AND I DONT WANT TO BE KILLED AHHHH

maxverstappen1: YOU FONT GET TO TALK TO MY PRETTY DOCTOR LADY IM GOING TO JILL YLY LANDO

user12: this is genuinely like the funniest shit ever 😭

user13: can’t believe in 10 years from now we’re going to look back at this and laugh

user14: 10 years?? bitch im LAUGHING RIGHT NOW

redbullracing; speedy recovery max! 💓

maxverstappen1: NOOOO NO SPEEDY RECOVERY NO RECOVERY FOR MAX

user15: head injury so bad he lost his love for racing

user16: on a serious note, his injury’s did seem pretty bad, especially his leg…

user17: honestly i’d be surprised if he returned to racing immediately

landonorris: maxie and me got separated :(((( 😞☹️😕😭🥺 lady doctor is is MEAN

yourusername: you two were arguing and disturbing the other patients.

maxverstappen1: DONT CALL MY LADY DOTCIT MEAN!!!!

user18: went from being worried to laughing out loud because wtf is this??

user27; lando and max crashing was NOT on my 2024 bingo card

user28: f1 having a big crash was not on MY 2024 bingo card

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redbullracing: unfortunately, due to last weeks crash regarding lando norris and max verstappen. max has been forced to take a three month leave of absence from racing, as he has severely fractured his lower leg. he has immediately started physical therapy, let’s wish him a speedy recovery ❤️‍🩹

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maxverstappen1: what a shame 😕 truly saddened by this outcome 😞

user19: what??

landonorris: take a wild guess as to who’s going to be his doctor for three months?

user20: PRETTY LADY DOCTOR???

maxverstappen1: maybe 🥰

user21: we’ve entered the era where max does not gaf about racing as long as he gets to see yn

user22: does this mean he’s not winning the wdc?

user23: he still can, he just has to win basically every race after the 3 months, which isn’t exactly impossible for him

charles_leclerc; so sad for max!

user24: your ass does not feel sad for max 😭

user25: he has his eyes on the wdc!!!

user26: HE ACTUALLY HAS A CHANCE TO WIN BOW

maxverstappen1: @/yourusername, ready to take care of me for 3 months :D

yourusername: no

maxverstappen1: 😕

user27: HAHAHA

danielricciardo: LOSER

landonorris: HAHAH GET REJECTED

charles_leclerc: EMBARRASSING

oscarpiastri: that hurt to read

maxverstappen1: SHUT UP WHO ASKED YOU

user28: tbh i wouldn’t be excited to have max as a patient for 3 whole months with how he acted that night in the emergency room

user29: that man is secretly crazy and you can’t convince me otherwise

user30: i love how max is clearly like head over heels for yn, but she can’t date him because he’s her patient 😭

user31: she can’t?

user30: NO!!! that’s unethical, she can date him after the 3 months but not during

user32: that not being common knowledge to some people is concerning…

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maxverstappen1: day one of physical therapy a success ✅

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landonorris: so, how many times did she reject you today?

maxverstappen1: ZERO.

yourusername: 10**

landonorris: TENN??????

maxverstappen1: i just don’t understand why she won’t say yes 😞

yourusername: because it’s severely unethical and will get me fired

maxverstappen1: so what i’m hearing is that you’ll go out with me when i’m no longer your patient?

user33: let the countdown begin

charles_leclerc: missed you at the race today!

maxverstappen1: no you didn’t

charles_leclerc: no i didn’t! MAX IT FEELS SO GOOD TOO WIN

maxverstappen1: yeah i KNOW.

yourusername: don’t worry charles, he was watching you during his whole therapy session, and cheered so loudly when you won that we got complains from patients on the other side of the building!

charles_leclerc: I KNEW IT!!!

maxverstappen1: you said you wouldn’t tell anyone yn 😕

user34: it’s so…unsettling seeing max be so publicly affectionate

user35: RIGHT?? like why is he so open about this??

user36: he has no shame…

yourusername: i told you to stop taking pictures of me while i’m working

maxverstappen1: but you just look sooooo pretty

danielricciardo: she doesn’t want you bro

maxverstappen1: SHUT UP

user37: she’s stronger then me, because if i had max verstappen down bad like that?

user38: no literally, i would’ve made him mine the same day we met

user39: why is max posting regular pictures?? it’s weird

user40: he’s trying to impress yn

user39: well he’s going about it all wrong. because these photos just don’t match?? cat, hospital, and then a crappy photo of a therapy room?? horrible horrible HORRIBLE

user41: damn…

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maxverstappen1: 2 months down…1 more to go!

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user42: HE IS COUNTING DOWN

user43: WE KNEW IT!!!

landonorris: i can’t belive you tricked me into going to a photo shoot for you

maxverstappen1: that is not what happened.

landonorris: you told me we were going golfing, next thing i know i’m watching you get your picture taken like 92884 times 😑

maxverstappen1: just say your jealous

landonorris: OF WHAT???

user44: he’s getting better at being aesthetic

user45: he’s learning!!

user46: are we all going to skip past the fact that max, a hater of everything, had a whole as photo shoot for his instagram?????

maxverstappen1: yn told me i should post more photos of myself for the instagram

user47: so you had a whole photo shoot????

maxverstappen1: yes

user48: oh he’s in love

danielricciardo: looking good max 😍

maxverstappen1; thank you for the support daniel!

landonorris: was that a dig to me?

maxverstappen1: yes.

landonorris: I WAS EXPECTING GOLF

yourusername: looking good max

maxverstappen1: really??? you really think so??

yourusername: yes (with the upmost professionalism)

maxverstappen1: 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

user49: why did max just add “yn thinks i look good 🥰” to his bio

user50: LMAOO I THOUGHT YOU WERE JOKING???

user49: no 😭 he very literally put “yn thinks i look good 🥰” in his bio

user51: why does it look like max is in the doctor training room?

maxverstappen1: because i am!!

user51: THEY LET YOU IN THERE????

yourusername: my boss is a huge f1 fan. so he lets max do whatever he wants 🙄

user51: i’m sorry that’s so funny 😭

user52: does max just follow her around all day??

yourusername: pretty much, yeah

user53: you have no idea how much i want to be you

charles_leclerc: wow max looking good

maxverstappen1: thank you charles

charles_leclerc: aren’t you going to put “charles thinks i look good” in your bio?

maxverstappen1: i don’t care about you enough for that

user54: DAMN THATS COLD

user55: those cats are so cute 🥺

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maxverstappen1: guys i did!!!! i got a date with the pretty doctor lady 🥰🥰

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user56: when he falls first and harder >>

user57; this man is literally obsessed with yn it’s insane

landonorris: beat me too it

landonorris: THIS IS A JOKE PLEASE DONT KILL ME

maxverstappen1: nothing funny. i didn’t laugh. you aren’t funny.

landonorris: 😕

user58: WE CHEERED!!!

user59: i still think it would be funny if she just said no even after the 3 months

yourusername; i thought about it, but he’s rich and pretty so 🤷‍♀️

maxverstappen1: pretty :D

user60: she’s so pretty

maxverstappen1: like i’ve been SAYING.

user61: i’ve never seen a man so down bad before

user62: it’s unnerving

user63: a doctor, pretty, and funny?? max hit the jackpot

user64: they both hit the jackpot 😒 it pisses me off

user65: LMAO WHY??

user64: seeing people live the life i want makes me unexplainably mad

danielricciardo: you’re joking right? she’s not actually dating you?

maxverstappen1: what’s that supposed to mean

danielricciardo: it means she’s too good for you @/yourusername are you being held hostage

yourusername; yes

danielricciardo: OH I KNEW IT. DONT WORRY HELP IS ON THE WAY

maxverstappen1: you guys are mean.

yourusername: this means i can never be your doctor again

maxverstappen1: what if once day, on my way home i crash, and its a big crash with smoke and fire, and i get taken to the hospital but i refuse to let anyone touch me that isn’t you, would you still not help me?

yourusername: there’s just something so undiagnosed about you

user65: HAHAHA

user66: max is just so unexplainable

charles_leclerc: are my eyes deceiving me or did she finally say yes 

maxverstappen1: SHE SAID YES

charles_leclerc: OH YEAH OH YEAH I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT BUDDY

maxverstappen1: OH YEAH OH YEAH

user67: my lestappen heart 💔

. . .

notes: enjoy this while i spend the rest of my night learning how to play the sims

thank you for requesting!!

[uptownthots]

your tags on that post about people crying ableism for having to be nice to customer service workers are soooo spot on. i work customer food service, drive thru and indoor cafe, and the amount of unbelievable insufferable assholes thru both avenues is really depressing. the hordes of people who shove their phones in our faces to read a tiktok screenshot instead of being bothered to fucking ORDER WITH WORDS. AT A CAFE. i'm sure they all go home later to blog about their crippling social anxiety and how theyre so oppressed for being forced to even go outside at all. i hate every customer who doesnt bother to even acknowledge the (equally anxious) servers taking their orders to begin with. we are just as Disordered as these babies cry about being, but some of us just bother to do something about it instead of sobbing about imaginary ableism online

RIGHT. and like I said I’m not going to pretend I don’t understand that peoples experiences can be different than mine, but it’s so insane to me that people don’t care about being blatantly rude or disrespectful under the guise of social anxiety when my anxiety would skyrocket 1000% if I knew my server thought I was a rude disrespectful cunt. Like you have anxiety not Rude Bitch Disease

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Daddy’s Home — Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

summary: Miguel didn’t get to be picky when it came to choosing his new, forever home, as long as he was in Gabriella’s arms again. Even if it meant sharing her with you. (3.1k Words) Based on this prompt

warnings: angst, slight smut, violence (including the disposal of a body), emotional manipulation, toxic relationship

authors note: this was inspired by one of my prompts from around a week ago and i’ve been holding onto this bad boy for about a week considering it’s my first ever fanfic i’ve ever wrote..i just wanted it to be perfect 😭 in my prompt i said something about the reader being sweet but she’s a lot more firey in this because the real miguel was an asshole who was never home..but i hope you all enjoy anyways! i was hoping to create this into series so if you want to be added to the taglist let me know 💖 i’ve also added the translation at the end just because 🤷‍♀️

Link to the Ao3 ver instead!

Miguel didn’t get to be picky when it came to choosing his new, forever home, as long as he was in Gabriella’s arms again, even if it meant sharing her with you. You were littered through Gabriella’s file, a pretty hard person to miss considering the fact that you were there for every single moment of her life—the sweet cooing voice in each video of her as a baby, the delicate hands that held the small, chubby fingers as she took her first steps, and the laughter that arose from behind the camera as Gabriella pulled a funny face.

This Gabriella was the perfect fit, however perfect came with a mother that was alive and well. It was a package deal in this universe, a love intertwined with filial devotion that Miguel would just have to deal with.

But he couldn’t help the twinge of jealousy that was buried deep in his chest, even as he watched a memory of Gabriella’s first goal (a favorite of his), which was originally only celebrated by him, now being replaced by Gabriella shrieking excitedly as she ran up to her mother, throwing her arms around you in triumph.

Moments like these, so special for his little girl, fueled his deep hatred towards you. It was watching these memories where Miguel genuinely wondered if he was even present in this universe. Nevertheless, staring down at his own lifeless body made him realize just how right he was.

What was he doing outside alone, in a dark alleyway on a Friday night anyway? Why wasn’t he home with his daughter, with his wife?

Those were the thoughts that ran through his mind as he began disposing of the body—a man too selfish and weak to even protect his precious daughter. In the end, he got what was coming to him, or so he told himself to keep from feeling guilty.

He didn’t care for details, knowing he was here now to pick up the pieces of a broken family and restore it to something he could finally have a second chance with. He snapped out of his thoughts as he heard the jingle of a ringtone coming from his new phone. Swiping the phone from his pocket, he didn’t even stop to waver whether or not he should answer as he saw your name flash on the screen, rolling his eyes as he pressed accept. He pulled the device up to his ear, resting it on his shoulder and cheek as he listened to the sound of your voice.

The first thing he noticed was how tired you sounded—were you waiting for him to return home? He could imagine you laid on the sofa, eyes nervously glancing up at the clock at any given moment, a silly housewife awaiting her husband. He almost felt bad for you; it was pathetic that you would really allow yourself and Gabriella to live like that, always waiting.

He ended the call swiftly, making up some stupid excuse about how he caught up with work and would be arriving shortly. Pretty much in character for the man he just suffocated with his own hands, not raising any suspicion for you as he heard the sleepy yawn telling him that you’d be asleep by the time he got back.

However, despite the dark act he had just committed, he was willing to go to great lengths to win Gabriella's heart again. If putting this ring on his finger and pretending that the woman on the other end of the phone was his wife would grant him another chance with her, then so be it.

He wouldn’t mind playing house with you, as long as he was able to hold his daughter in his arms once more.

He felt disgusted even calling you 'wife', but for Gabriella's sake, he knew he needed to play along. It wasn't like it mattered anyway since your daughter worshipped you so much more than him.

He didn’t need you, he knew that.

However the thought of Gabriella’s eyes as they lit up when you walk in the room seemed to tell him otherwise. She needed you.

He hated the way the house was never quiet, there was always something happening.

You were making dinner? There had to be music in the background as you traveled around the kitchen, humming and singing along to whatever tune was playing on the speaker. That soft velvety voice seemed to flow through the house, and it killed him inside that he wanted to hear more of you.

Gabriella was playing outside? Well you were playing outside as well, it wasn’t like you had a choice, having being pulled away from whatever you were doing to entertain the small girl.

You had everything running like clockwork—cooking dinner while managing homework and playing with Gabriella at the same time—all without seemingly breaking any sweat or becoming frustrated.

Miguel couldn't help but admire you for being able to handle everything so seamlessly. But deep down, he still felt resentment towards you for taking over what should have been his role as the sole parent of their child.

He’d notice small things, like the way your hands flew to your face when you were shocked, it was sweet at first, until he realised Gabriella also did the same, she never did that before. He had noticed it one morning when he stood in the doorway of Gabie’s room, not trying to make his presence known as he watched the two of you play, and the scowl on his face didn’t go unnoticed as you furrowed your eyebrows at him, wondering what he looking at so intensely.

It took him the first couple of weeks to get used to your laugh, you were always laughing. It seemed to rub off on Gabriella as well, he didn’t think he’d ever seen her laugh this much, even before.

Miguel tried his best to ignore the feelings that arose in him at the sight of you playing with Gabriella, and sometimes even joined the two of you whilst you played your games. He couldn't help but feel envious of how happy the two of you looked together, reminding him of moments he could have had if only things had gone differently.

Despite these feelings, it wasn't long before Miguel began to see a different side of you. A side that made him realise why Gabriella adored you so much.

One day while cooking dinner, he noticed your eyes lighting up as Gabriella told a story about her day at school. You were so invested in her words that for once he felt like an outsider looking into your world.

He also witnessed moments when Gabriella fell ill and how tirelessly you took care of her; staying up all night by her bedside until she fell asleep or gently rubbing Vicks on her chest when she was coughing painfully.

It was moments like these when Miguel started to question his assumptions about you and wondered whether maybe—just maybe—he'd been too quick to judge.

But as much as Miguel tried to ignore it, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had buried something deep inside him. He couldn't let go of the resentment he felt towards you for replacing his role.

He started focusing on every little mistake you made, criticising your cooking and getting angry when things didn't go his way. Every time you laughed or smiled at Gabriella, it sent a pang of jealousy straight through him.

"She's too attached to you," he huffed, standing beside the bathroom counter as you both prepared for bed, "you can't even leave the room, and she's already wondering when you'll be back again."

"Well, maybe if you were around more often, she wouldn't be so reliant on me," you retorted, the soft glow of the bathroom lights casting shadows on your face, your voice laced with frustration.

His eyes narrowed as he leaned in, reaching for his toothbrush, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, of course, it's all my fault. Because you're just the perfect parent, aren't you? Always there, always available."

"You know what, maybe if you actually made an effort instead of criticizing me all the time, you'd see the bond we have is because I've been there for her when you weren't!" you retorted, your voice rising, the sound echoing against the tiled walls.

His tone grew more defensive. "I never said I was perfect, but at least I'm trying now. You could at least acknowledge that."

A mirthless smile crossed your face as you leaned against the bathroom counter, facing each other in the confined space.

"Acknowledging your half-hearted attempts doesn't erase the damage done, Miguel. It takes more than just physical presence to be a real parent."

The tension hung heavy in the air, the scent of toothpaste mingling with their argument, as the bickering between husband and wife intensified. The wounds of the past were reopened, and neither was willing to back down or see the other's perspective.

As the heated exchange reached its peak, you turned on your heels, ready to storm off, your frustration boiling over. But just as you took a step away, Miguel's hand shot out, firmly gripping your arm. The air tightened between you, the coolness of the bathroom tiles beneath your feet.

The grip on your arm only tightened, his expression a mixture of frustration and a confused longing. "You don't speak to me like that," Miguel growled, his voice firm. "You are my wife, act like it."

“You are my husband, I expect the same from you,” you snapped back, your voice dripping with defiance, refusing to back down as you swatted away his hand. “And—I will speak to you however I want.” The sound of running water from the faucet filled the silence.

A flicker of amusement crossed Miguel's face, his eyes tracing your determined form. He had underestimated your strength, your fiery spirit. Despite the frustration that lingered between them, a newfound admiration stirred within him.

"Si supiera que eras tan molesto, te habría dejado hace mucho tiempo, Muñeca," he mused, his tone tinged with a mix of fascination and curiosity, the steam from the shower filling the bathroom. “Las cosas que haría para callar esa boca tan bonita tuya.”

The intensity of the moment had rendered you momentarily speechless, steam rising in the bathroom as the warm air surrounded you both. But you managed to find your voice, albeit in a whisper, the sound barely audible over the running water.

"Now that's not fair," you murmured, the dampness of the bathroom clinging to your skin, your voice filled with a mixture of frustration and longing. "You know I don't understand what you're saying..”

A slow, mischievous smile curled at the corners of Miguel's lips, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief as he leaned in closer, the scent of shampoo and desire filling the air. And as your lips lingered so close, the unspoken desires between you both grew stronger.

“Good.”

The man currently asleep beside you, was not, to absolute certainty, your husband.

His features held a resemblance to the man you once knew, but there was a striking difference—an unfamiliar intensity in his eyes, he looked at you like he didn’t know you.

His hair fell differently, it looked more clean compared to the tousled mess due to work. You would've sworn he had a small crease in the corner of his eyebrow, but then it disappeared along with the mole on the side of his neck.

He smelled of citrus and leather before, a smell that made you turn when he walked into the room—you knew that smell more than you knew yourself.

Instead now, all you could smell was warm spice and amber. It almost made you smile when you smelt it on him as he walked past you that morning, a couple of weeks ago, until you realised that was the fragrance you got him last Christmas, the fragrance he said he hated and never wore.

The bed, too, felt subtly different beneath your weight, as if it dipped just slightly more than it used to.

It made you feel like your heart was tearing apart. On one hand, he was paying more attention to Gabriella, and she was thriving because of it. He took her to all the soccer practices, played with her and held her so tight that you’d think she’d pop.

You’ve never seen her so happy.

On the other hand, he was hardly in your presence. He hadn’t touched you for weeks, not even a kiss. The most he had done was argue with you, mostly about how close you and Gabriella was.

However, one thing that you couldn’t help but notice was the dark look in his eyes every-time Gabriella’s attention shifted toward you.

He was hardly around before, always at work, the gym or drinking with his co-workers at the bar across from town.

Nowadays it was hard for him to leave you and Gabriella alone.

Not to mention, it was like he grew twice in size. His shoulder looked broader, the veins in his arms popped, more defined. He could basically pick up your seven year old like a feather. Had he been working out more?

You shift on your pillow, eyes glancing down at his heaving chest as he slept. The only time he didn’t look so tense recently was when he was asleep. So peaceful.

You couldn’t help but reach out and dance one of your fingers on the side of his torso, quietly humming some annoying tune that wouldn’t leave your mind that morning.

"What are you doing, Gatita?" he quipped, unable to suppress a soft chuckle that escaped his lips, snapping you out of your thoughts and making you squeak.

As you tried to pull your hand away, Miguel quickly caught it in mid-air, his touch exerting a gentle but firm hold. His finger lightly pressed into your palm, a subtle reminder of his presence and it was almost like he was showing his desire to keep you near.

“What, don't you like touching your husband?" he playfully remarked, mischief dancing in his eyes. His gaze deliberately traveled down your body, as if savoring the sight before him.

Rolling your eyes and pouting, you couldn't resist the urge to make a bratty remark. "Well, it's not exactly enjoyable when the husband is such a pain in the ass." you huffed, your tone laced with a hint of childish defiance.

Feeling his firm hold on your hand, you let out a whine at the tightness. It was as if he was purposely trying to keep you close, unwilling to let you slip away. The intensity of his grip only fueled your frustration.

That’s an air between the two of you. You just couldn’t put your finger on it. The way you desperately try to search in his eyes for something, anything, that would tell you that the man you’re looking at, is, really your husband. The man you’ve spent nearly eight years with.

It’s almost like he’s trying to breathe you in, the way he looks like he’s trying to piece together your features, it makes you wonder if he even knows a thing about you.

The weight of the impending moment made you fidget, your fingers nervously playing with the edge of the bedsheet. You were acutely aware of the lingering tension between you and Miguel, and you attempt to find a way to wiggle your way out of his grasp.

A timid sigh escaped your lips, as a sense of unease settled upon your shoulders. "Gabriella will be waking up soon," you whispered, your voice tinged with a flicker of concern.

A cruel smirk played at the corner of his lips as he leaned in closer, invading your personal space. "Is my little wife hiding from me?" he sneered, his tone dripping with sarcasm and mockery. “You know she’s not getting up for at least another hour.”

Your eyes darted nervously between him and the door, your mind already jumping to potential escape routes. You couldn't help but wonder if he was purposefully trying to push your buttons with his words.

"I just don't want her to-," you began to stutter, but were cut short as Miguel's grip tightened further on your hand. "Don't worry about Gabriella," he whispered into your ear, his breath hot against the nape of your neck. “She’ll be fine.”

A shiver ran down your spine at the sensation; it stirred something within you that you couldn’t quite explain. Within the eight years of your marriage, he had never made the room feel so..heated.

You gasped at the sensation of his lips pressing into your neck, sending shivers down your spine in a wave of desire and guilt. All logic told you that this was wrong, yet there was a part of you that wanted nothing more than to give in to the heat that bubbled within.

As Miguel's kisses grew bolder and more insistent against your skin, you couldn't help but writhe beneath him.

His groan reverberated through your body, stirring something deep within as he whispered against your ear "I know I've been a bad husband," punctuating each with another kiss along the length of your jaw.

"Miguel-" Your voice trailed off into a soft whimper as he shifted so that he was hovering over you, one hand moving to fondle at the curve of your hip while the other tangled itself in your hair.

"But I'm here now," he murmured between kisses before ducking back down to press his lips onto yours once again. The taste of him flooded through you even as he reached up under-shirt slowly caressing and teasing you, making sure not too much display signs of pleasure.

As the heat continued to build between you and Miguel, he began to part your legs, eliciting a soft gasp from deep within as his intent became clear. You felt his lips curl into a knowing smile at your reaction as he watched your mean facade fall away.

"Mmm," he hummed in appreciation as his eyes roamed over every inch of exposed skin. "Looks like my little wife isn't all mouth after all." He teasingly remarked before lowering himself once again so that his tongue could trace patterns along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

The sensation left you moaning softly in pleasure at the skilled touch, completely lost in the moment. It wasn't until Miguel's fingers found their way back up to her hips that you realized just how much control he had over this situation.

"You know what?" He said with a smirk pulling back to look at her face before diving down for another heated kiss "I think maybe have to put you in line more often."

You wouldn’t mind that in the slightest.

eng translation:

1. “Si supiera que eras tan molesto, te habría dejado hace mucho tiempo, Muñeca,” — "If I knew you were so annoying, I would have left you a long time ago, doll."

2. “Las cosas que haría para callar esa boca tan bonita tuya.” — "The things I would do to silence that beautiful mouth of yours."

3. “Gatita” — Kitten

[slamsuckingslut]

willne and y/n being good friends, where shes been in his videos a couple times before and people always do edits of them and lowkey ship them⭐️

and everybody thinks theyre dating but theyre all like "no guys😣!!" but they actually are down bad for eachother

PLEASE MAKE THEM END UP TOGETHERRR😭

thanks bestie!☺️

Omg this is a cute idea. i fw cutesy shit like this heavy anon. I'm gonna assume fem reader cause u said she, so she it will be.

WillNE x fem!reader

No details abt y/n, just that she is girl and has been on Wills channel and has one of her own.

Potential title;

what the fans want, the fans get.(its me, im fans.)

NO NSFW, JUST CUTESY !!

Anytime Will posted a video and y/n was in it, it would get more views than the ones with James, or if y/n posted featuring Will. And mainly because the comments.

lord the comments.

"omg they'd literally be the best power couple on youtube"

"THE TENSION, JUST KISS ALREADY"

"PLSSS I NEED YOU TWO TO GET TOGETHER ALREADYY"

"bro fr rizzed her up"

Will and y/n never directly responded to comments, unless one made a joke to the other about them, making the other blush slightly. Or if James decided to make a joke, which would make both of them incredibly flustered as they immediately deflected it.

"what? Me and her/him would never work, dating her/him would be a bloody nightmare."

"Will(or)Y/n? Seriously? Nah, I don't think that'd work.."

Are just a few of the usual responses to either of them would give if asked about the comments, or if a joke happened to be made.

But privately, it wasn't so much of a joke. Will would make it seem like he couldn't stand dating her, but really that's all he wanted. And y/n seemed to think Will genuinely didn't want her, but she most definitely wanted him.

The way she'd stare at him when he spoke, or did anything really, would make Will's heart skip a beat.

The way Will would offer to help her with things or get things higher up for her gave her butterflies, especially if he reached around her.

Basically the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, and the fans definitely noticed more and more in the videos of the two together.

And like the fans they are, would comment on every single little interaction and blow up the videos by just shipping them.

Today was no different, y/n being at Will's as they talk over ideas for videos and hang out, and boy are the comments from the fans relentless.

"Y'know, Will, I think the fans want us to get together. Wouldn't it be funny if we did a joke video of us going on a date or something? Just to mess with them?"

Will immediately blushed but hid by turning away slightly and letting out a laugh as he nodded, he managed to get himself under control and not blush.. but his cheeks were still definitely pink at the idea of taking her on a date, even as a joke.

"Ah yeah, that'd be well fun, eh? Get to take a pretty girl like you out and mess with those morons."

Now it's y/ns turn to blush as she stares at him and smiles a bit, letting out a little laugh. She nods a bit and stares at him, crossing her arms over her chest.

"But just as a joke.. right? Wouldn't want to over indulge them, right?"

Will seemed to think for a second at that as he stared at her, not really knowing what to say. He could either reject the girl he's been wanting for ages or make a fool of himself if she didn't want him.

She stared at him as she waited for a response, hoping he'd say for real, but also hoping that'd he'd play it off as a joke just so it doesn't get awkward.. but it's already awkward as they silently stare at eachother.

"I uhm-.. I mean if you want it to be a real date, I'd take you on one.. but surely you wouldn't, don't wanna over indulge the fans, eh?"

Will managed to say, feeling like his heart had broken his ribcage then dropped into his stomach as he stared at her. He managed a smile and a small chuckle as he ignored how sweaty his palms felt.

Y/n on the other hand, was freaking out. Her stomach twisting and doing flips as she tried to fight the growing warmth on her cheeks as she stared at him.

"I wouldn't mind a real date.. If you were serious."

She said as she stared at him, ignoring the lump in her throat as she bites the inside of her cheek, staring at him hopefully as she hopes he was serious, and not just messing with her.

He nearly died. He was absolutely giddy with excitement as she confirmed she'd go on a real date with him. Shit. She wants to go on a date with him. His stomach does flips as he stares at her and smiles widely.

"Obviously I'd take you on a real date, y/n. But we definitely shouldn't over indulge the fans, they might all explode, the morons.."

He said as he got closer to her, seeming like he wanted to touch her somehow, but didn't want to overstep.

She stared at him as she smiled, her cheeks flushing a light red as she looked at him and stood right in front of him and glanced at his lips.

"I'll go on the date if I get a kiss. Gotta know that you're serious, y'know?"

She said as she shrugged and stared up at him expectantly, grinning slightly.

He smiled but froze, staring at her for a second. He sneakily wiped his hands on his pants, de-sweaty-ing his hands before he gently cupped her cheeks.

He hesitantly leaned in, pressing a soft and gentle kiss to her lips she could pull away from anytime. But he hoped she wouldn't and that she was serious.

And boy was she serious. She gently put her hands on his jaw, kissing him back as she smiled.

Eventually they both pulled away, staring at eachother and smiling like idiots, which they were idiots for not getting together sooner.

"So, where we goin for that date Lovely?"

"Hm, I dunno.. Surprise me, but not somewhere super fancy, somewhere simple."

He smiled, nodding as he heard her request for a simple date. He stared at her for a moment before kissing her again, to which she happily kissed him back, hugging him tightly.

BONUS!!!!

It has been months since they'd been dating, and finally decided to tell the fans. Using y/ns original idea of a fake date, but it just being a real date that will could write off as a business expense. Which got millions of views, and loads of comments.

"OMFG ARE THEY ACTUALLY OFFICIAL??"

"HOLY SHIT HE BAGGED HER FINALLY"

"Omg they're so cute together I can't-"

"lil bro actually rizzed her up"

Despite it being an even split between doubtful comments and comments being overly excited they got together, they eventually decided to confirm it to the fans a few weeks later..

To which so many of them freaked out, in a happy way. Tweets, posts, comments, and all of the above from fans freaking out over their favorite ship finally being confirmed.

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Bro this was so silly goofy to write, i love it smsm.

BUT PEOPLE FROM OTHER FANDOMS PLSPLS GIVE ME REQUESTS, I LOVE DOING WILLNE BUT I NEED MORE IDEAS FOR THE OTHER THINGS I LIKE PLSPLSPLS

also to the anon or multiple that keep requesting willne, i will continue to feed u trust 🙏 love u

[lowkeycasanova]

hiii, just finished watching vinnie and fannita podcast, if your requests are open, could write something where his gf either in the background of that podcast or also as a guest with vinnie?

like that podcast was so funny and i want it so bad incorporated into a fic lol

thank uuuu💜

BOTTOMS UP

Lmao I love this idea. But I wrote it as bullet points. Sorry if it’s not what you expected.

*Vinnie's comments are bolded*

masterlist

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You’ve known of Fannita and her humor from her tik tok videos so you were excited to see how this played out.

As soon as Vinnie sat down in the chair, the flirty banter was on full display. Which you were well aware that was gonna happen beforehand.

The segment begins and Fannita teases him about the attention he gets from girls, being a pretty boy, and their "relationship".

You stand in the background, already laughing while watching their exchange.

"Your outfit reminds me of the movie Footloose" she told him. Fannita just be saying anything. And you love her for that.

She pokes fun at him just like you do and it's hilarious. But you also love how she asks the real questions. Doing the Lord's work.

"Why did you take a shot of that like it was vodka? That's blue gatorade." You are a victim of the sassy man apocalypse.

"Foot play, toe sucking- no." "He loves that! Why are you lying?" "No I don't!" "Why you lying?" "Bro-" "I heard through the grapevine that you looovvvee sucking toes." "What grapevine???" "The one that's...over there." she subtly points in your direction. Your eyes widen as you laugh. No way is she bringing you into this mess.

"Forehead kisses. Turn on." "Turn on." he smiles, looking up and making eye contact with you.

You love how more comfortable he became as the podcast went on.

And Vinnie is a good sport, responding with witty comebacks and sharing the playful anecdotes, all in the spirit of the show.

You don't feel any type of way about the sexual nature of the banter. Who wouldn't flirt with him when given the chance? You get to do it everyday.

"Do you curve slightly to the right or left?" She asked. He answered with a laugh, his face beet red. "You know, if you don't want to answer, there's someone else in the studio who can. And I'm sure you already know who it is." You fucking lost it. She definitely takes being a dicktective seriously. "Shut. Up." he responded with as much seriousness as he could muster. "My fault. I'll be quiet."

You meet up with Fannita afterwards and you're trying to calm down from laughing so much. She told you that she hoped nothing she said made you uncomfortable. You thanked her for that, but honestly, you knew it was all in good fun. You share the same sense of humor and you laughed the whole time. To you, it was playful teasing and her energetic/animated personality made it better. It was a genuine moment of appreciation from Fannita who praised you two as a couple.

[drefear]

Hi ya 💕

So I am not sure if your asks are open but was wondering if I could ask a question of sort about the Miguel x daughter’s friend thing you wrote.

Don’t feel pressured to answers this 🌸

Basically what I wanted to know is how you would imagine reader joking to Gabriella that she is pregnant in-front or Miguel and her father (but like it genuinely was a joke but the others thought otherwise)…. Basically their reactions to this.

Thank you for ya time 💕

Oh boy HEAR WE GO. My asks will always be open, yall. I love writing what others wanna read. cause I'm a validation craving people pleaser.

I hope this kind of captures what you wanted.

TW: Throw up, fluff, a little bit of backstory for Gabriella's mom, pregnancy obviously, drinking

You sat in the living room of MIguel’s house. Almost two years of dating, you and Miguel had finally moved in together and got into a nice little routine. Wednesdays were your night to be with Gabi, your dad, and Gabi’s (now) fiance. Popping open a bottle of wine, Gabi poured a glass for herself and  Miguel, as your father and her boyfriend each had a beer. You stood, checking all the food you’d laid out and smiled. The doorbell rang and you looked around. “Oh, sorry sweetie! I invited Tia over, I forgot to tell you.” Your dad smiled apologetically and got up to get the door, making you look between Gabi and Miguel for a second in shock. Your dad had been seeing a woman he met at his gym for a month now, and you told him that he could invite her if he’d liked. 

Grabbing another glass from the kitchen, you came back to see her sitting across from your boyfriend, smiling and shaking hands with Gabriella. She turned her smile to you and warmth seemed to surround her as she introduced herself. She hugged you immediately, and you returned the embrace. 

“Your father has told me so much about you! He even showed me the music video you choreographed last month.” You blushed a bit at the compliment to your work, glancing at your dad. 

“My little girl has a gift for performing.” He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and kissed the top of your head. You took a seat next to Miguel and once everyone was settled, you started the show you all had been watching. 

As the night went on, you all talked and laughed. 

“You haven’t had a sip of the wine!” Gabriella teased you and you just rolled your eyes. "C'mon, it's your favorite."

“You know I can’t drink right now, I might be up for that training camp and they gave me a very strict diet.” You placed your hands on your lap and glanced at the glass of water you’d gotten yourself. 

Gabriella kept throwing questions at you about the possible job offer and you answered with enthusiasm, your love for dance showing in your excitement. 

“I still can’t believe the ending to that episode, I don’t want to wait until next week.” Your father spoke up between him, Tia, and Miguel. 

“So we all agree she’s probably pregnant, right?” Miguel’s opinion made you laugh. 

“Yeah, it was too obvious.” You nodded, grabbing a bite of the fish dip. Wrinkling your nose, you moved to spit it out on a napkin. “Ugh, next time, remind me to make this homemade and not get the one from the store. It smells like it might be bad.” You trailed off, leaning back into Miguel’s waiting arms and snuggling closer to him. 

“I wonder how he’s going to react.” Gabriella wondered, “And with his son, of all people!” 

“I mean. They seem to love each other, does it matter if it’s his son?” Your brows furrow, the idea hitting a bit close to home. 

“I think they’d have a cute kid.” Miguel added, and you thought for a second. 

“All kids are cute. Babies, too. I love babies when they are all dressed up and-” You glanced up with a wide smile and saw everyone staring back at you, eyes wide. “What?” 

“You’re pregnant!” Gabriella gasped and you laughed. 

“What makes you think that?” You shrunk backwards, suddenly realizing how everyone’s attention was on you. 

“Not drinking, you spit out the fish, you love babies, it all makes sense!” Gabriella speaks louder now. “Oh my god! I’m gonna be an aunt- no, a sister- you’re pregnant with my little brother or sister! Oh, I hope it’s a girl.” Gabriella’s rambling and constant talking made you sweat for a second, overwhelmed. Glancing to the other side of the room, you saw your father’s face. He was pale as a ghost, and silent. That terrified you. 

“Dad?” You asked quietly. 

“My little girl is pregnant… I’m gonna be a grandfather.” He spoke slowly and you reached over to him. His attention moved past you to your boyfriend. “You better take care of my little girl and this baby, Miguel, or I swear to God-” 

“He did a good job with me, they’ll be fine!” Gabi smiled and grabbed your hand, unloading more thoughts she had about your pregnancy. 

Your father chimed in now, talking with Gabi about how important it is that you be careful while dancing and at work, and maybe you shouldn’t be on such a strict diet. Gabi’s fiance and your dad’s date  started adding in now, and your head began to spin. You froze, unable to completely process it all before finally bursting like a shaken bottle of soda. 

“I’m not pregnant!” You shouted, standing up. Miguel just sat back, sipping his glass of wine with a chuckle. His relaxed posture made you a bit sad. Did he not care? Everyone else seemed to be so excited to see you have a baby. 

You stormed out of the room, something you made a bad habit of ever since you were younger, and stomped off to your bedroom. 

This made Miguel standing and usher everyone to the door, thanking them for coming and angering his girlfriend so that he could fix it. Closing the door, he quietly put everything away and cleaned up the mess they had made before coming to finally check on you in your shared bedroom. 

“Mi corazon?” He opened the door and found you under the covers, blankets up to your neck. He sat by your feet and sighed. 

“You weren't as excited as everyone else.” You said, getting straight to the point. “It was like you didn’t care.” He laughed and you sat up, now even more angry, “are you laughing?!” 

“Yes.” He nodded, smiling still and you couldn’t help but melt a little at that sexy smile. “Mi vida, if you were pregnant right now, I’d be walking out that door.” He stated, and you lost your breath. 

“Why?” Your eyes filled with tears and he just grabbed your hand. 

“Because that would mean that you were pregnant with another man’s baby.” His words left you speechless for a second. “As you know, Gabriella came as a surprise for both her mother and I. We were still teenagers and neither of us were ready to have a baby, but we did and we got married and it all worked out. But right after Gabriella was born, her mother decided she didn’t want any more children, and so I had a vasectomy.” He said this all with ease, pulling you into his lap, “I knew it was reversible, and if we decided we did want another child, that I could just have it fixed and we could try.” He leaned his cheek on your head as he spoke and his words finally clicked. 

“So you knew I wasn’t pregnant because I can’t get pregnant. That’s why when my dad made comments about if I got pregnant, you didn’t freak out.” 

“Si.” He confirmed. 

“So… you don’t want kids?” You asked and that’s when his body froze. 

“I haven’t thought about children in a long time,  mi Vida. Do you?” 

“Yes, I do.” You announced and pulled away to be able to see his face. He was staring down at you with a new expression. 

“Hmm.” He looked away before leaning towards you and laying you slowly down on the bed. “Then I guess I better get that reversed, and we better practice.” He smirked and you smiled, kissing him. “That way, I can get mi cielo pregnant with my baby.” 

Those words made every part of you flutter. It was a sleepless night after that, and many more. 

Three months later, and you stood in the kitchen making food for you and your boyfriend. The world had been kind to you recently, and that training camp job you’d had was finally over. Auditions had slowed for the moment and you were now enjoying teaching dance classes at a local theater. 

The afternoon sun was hot as you cut a burger in half. Suddenly, without warning, your mouth was full of sick and you were running to the bathroom. You hated throwing up, hated the feeling of being powerless to your own body, and this was no exception. You wiped your mouth once you finished, and stood in the mirror for a second. You were glistening with sweat and your face looked a little greenish from vomiting. You wondered what had made you so ill. 

Stepping back, you looked into the full body mirror and noticed something. Had you… gained weight? No, you’d been on that diet for the job, you’d been working out and conditioning constantly. If anything, you should have lost weight! 

And things began to click. Being sick, gaining weight, and being so tired recently. 

You were pregnant. You’d been trying now for weeks with Miguel, and it’d become so natural that you’d basically forgotten. 

A few hours later and a trip to the store, you sat back in that bathroom with a test in your hands. Knee bouncing and lip pulled between your teeth, you placed it on the counter beside you. Five minutes, the instructions said. You could wait five minutes, right? No, you couldn't, so you decided to distract yourself and tossed the pregnancy test into the drawer of your sink.

You moved to clean up, wiping down the counter and throwing out the burger from before, when you heard Miguel walk in. You didn’t want him to see it if it was negative, to get his hopes up or feel pressured. 

He walked in, gazing at you happily. Kissing you quickly, you held his large hands in yours and closed your eyes. No matter what happened, you knew you’d be happy as long as you were with him. 

“Did you make something? I smell burgers.” 

“Oh, no, but I can whip something up. I think I still have some meat sauce in the fridge, want some pasta?” You asked and he nodded. You bounced off to the kitchen, now focused on your boyfriend’s dinner. A few minutes later, you heard something fall from your bedroom. Running in there, you saw Miguel standing by his spread open briefcase with all of his papers strewn across the room, coming from the master bathroom. 

The bathroom!

You stepped inside carefully, glancing to see his reaction in the mirror. The large man was standing shirtless with the bathroom drawer open, that stick in his hands. You gulped and bit your lip, eyes full of tears because you only assumed the worst. 

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t even look because I thought I might be pregnant, but I guess I was wrong-” 

“It’s positive.” His voice was hoarse, obviously about to cry. 

Your mouth fell open and your eyes met his. “What…?” 

“It’s positive. You’re pregnant.” He whispered and moved to hug you, ignoring the mess everywhere as he pulled your tiny body into his big frame, head in your neck as he cried a bit from happiness. 

You returned this gesture with equal parts of shock and happiness, at first not moving and then wrapping your arms and legs around him as he picked you up off the ground, both crying now. 

You pulled back to cup his face and kiss him over and over, still in disbelief that you were carrying his child, that you two were going to have a baby. He choked out a sob as he smiled on your lips. 

“I love you… so much.” You gasped and he nodded. “I love you more, mi cielo.”

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[lilly-chou-chou]

Barbie: An essay. Accepting Hyperfeminity

A Film Beyond Feminism

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧

Yesterday I had the biggest privilege to watch Barbie and it really got me thinking that I do indeed have a lot of things to say about it. This purely how I feel and all of my emotions that I am pouring into the screen, some may agree some may not and that is okay.

Phase one : Feminism, Love & War

The theme of the film is indeed feminism but what a lot of people are not talking enough about or overlooking is the fact what a huge impact being girly had been over the years, since the 90's to 2000's the whole plot of girly being associated with being a bimbo really made a lot of women hate or look down upon being a girly girl. To this day even after the release of the film I do feel sorry to say but there are still a lot of people especially women who feel uncomfortable to be girly, they are afraid of being judged for being not smart enough or not being able to be taken seriously.

This whole hate has extended even towards disney princessess. So many parenting books, videos and even women themselves hating on disney princess just because a man saved them when as a matter of fact disney characters go way beyond man saviour. Cinderella just wanted to go to ball and enjoy, despite being in an abusive household she still loved and appreciated people around her she didn't let bad things influence her, if someone says this is toxic positivity then I have to disagree because she genuinely didn't seem delusional. She was smart, witty, cracked jokes, used sarcasm and found peace in talking to animals. This to me at least is mentally strong not toxic positivity. Ariel just wanted to see the human world but she just happened to fall in love along the way, Belle loved the beast because she taught him how to be free from his own demons, she saw, she taught, she gave him the warmth and love he was lacking.

Other thing is people always look down upon love, my question is why shouldn't there be love? One can be independent and yet still be in love. One can dream and still be in love. People these days are so heartbroken and bitter they have shut themselves off of the whole love scene but might I say that love is more than just romantic feelings, love can be between parents and a kid, love can be between you and your dreams/passion/goals, love can be between you and your pet, love can be between you and the stuffed animal toy you have had since you were a baby, love can even be with knowing when you come home everything is same as it was and it can even be when it comes to changes.

I do believe and hope that after the impact of this film people especially women aren't afraid to be girly because a woman who is girly, love shopping, getting nails done, lives for colour pink, does makeup is just as much of a feminist as a woman who opposes the girly girl spectrum.

Phase two: I Kennot even

Ken was one of the most well written second lead character, I cannot stress on this enough. How I see the film is that in the beginning Barbie land was actually never really equal per say because the playout of it was so co dependent, yes, I understand that was the intention but I would love to dive deeper. Barbie land is the opposite of real world so just like in the real world the power disbalance was so real. I was really reminded of those days when all men did was work and women weren't allowed to do anything so they just longed for their husbands ro return from work. They dresses up for them, made plans for them and practically lived for them. I loved this scene so much because it really showed that Greta knows about feminism because indeed feminism means women and men are equal and either disbalance can really cause a huge harm and we saw that when kens were constantly fighting for all barbie's approvals and lived life through their partners.

When ken went to real world, he was exposed to patriarchy and for once when he saw men being valued he ran with it, the whole reason he even did patriarchy to Barbie land was just to get Barbie's attention when he said "it doesn't feel nice does it" and "when I came to know patriarchy wasn't about horses I instantly lost all interest" shows that he did all of that just so Barbie notices him.

In a way, well like my opinion I see both Barbie and Ken as victims.

Barbie has been shammed by extremist over the years because people think Barbie has unreleastic body but no one see the fact that barbies were created to give girls hope, Barbie has all the careers and can be huge inspiration to little girls everywhere that a girl can be beauty and brains. Barbie was never about making little girls feel bad they were meant to see as "bad" all because of extremists.

Ken was indeed just created to be Barbie's boyfriend and indeed lives up to the name "just Ken" but this film really made us feel his importance too! Towards the end when kens finally have a job assigned by president they have somewhere to start and have their own identity. They will be more than just kens and partners.

Phase three: Conclusion

Both of them had their own journey of self discovery, both of them also had break downs, gave up and kens made bad decisions but they didn't know any better but along the way they really grew up and mentally became mature.

Greta really knows what she did and really captured the prefect ambiance of what needs to be showed. She really gave both characters such depth and love, she really is very talented and I love her for making a film that goes beyond feminism, it is much more than women empowerment. This film not only showed us strong woman power but also showed that patriarchy is taught never learned, people don't know any better, power of influence and accepting women for wanting traditional life as well as accepting who opposes.

I will forever be in favour for this brilliant film. Much love to Greta, cast and behind the scenes cast and of course the colour pink.

[zapreportsblog]

You’re My Sunflower

➥ summary : original fic is called “My Girl” this is Earth 1610 Miles ending

After school, Miles - RJ met (Y/n) near the school's entrance, still a little unsure about what she had just admitted. He couldn't help but feel a mix of surprise and delight at her confession.

"Wait, so you like me?" he asked, trying to hide his astonishment.

(Y/n) smiled warmly, her eyes meeting his. "Yeah, I honestly felt the connection that day you invited me over to play video games with you and Prowler."

Miles - RJ blinked, taken aback by her words. He had always been used to his twin brother, Miles - the prowler, attracting more attention with his confident and mysterious persona. As the "bad boy" of the duo, his twin seemed to be the one that girls were usually drawn to.

"I... I don't know what to say," Miles - RJ stammered, feeling a rush of emotions. He had always felt overshadowed by his twin, believing that his good-natured, "nice guy" personality didn't hold the same appeal.

(Y/n) chuckled, reaching out to gently touch his arm. "Don't be surprised. I like you for you, RJ. Your kindness, your sense of humor, and the way you genuinely care about people. It's all so endearing."

A blush crept up Miles - RJ’s cheeks, his heart beating a little faster. He had never expected someone to appreciate him for his true self.

"I've always felt like the second fiddle, you know," he admitted, opening up to her. "Everyone seems to be drawn to my twin, and I thought that was just how it would always be."

(Y/n) shook her head, her eyes filled with sincerity. "You're not the second fiddle to me, RJ. You're your own person, and I'm drawn to you just as much as I am to your brother. You both have different qualities that I find special."

Miles - RJ couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and happiness wash over him. (Y/n)'s words made him realize that he didn't need to compete with his twin; he was valued and appreciated for who he was.

"Thank you," he said softly, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "You don't know how much that means to me."

(Y/n) smiled back, her gaze never leaving his. "You're welcome, RJ. I'm glad I could be honest with you. You're both amazing in your own ways, and that's what makes you both special to me."

From that moment on, Miles - RJ felt a newfound sense of confidence. He realized that he didn't need to compare himself to his twin or try to be someone he wasn't. He was valued and cherished just as he was, and that was more than enough for him.

As they continued to walk together, the weight of insecurity lifted from Miles - RJ’s shoulders, replaced by the knowledge that he was truly appreciated for who he was. Their connection grew stronger, and he found himself looking forward to the future, knowing that he had someone special by his side who saw him for the person he was meant to be.

•••

It’s been a few days since Miles and (Y/n) announced that they were officially together and during those days Miles invited (y/n) out on a date.

On the day of their date, Miles couldn't help but feel a bundle of nerves. He wanted everything to be perfect, and the pressure of making a good impression on (Y/n) weighed heavily on his mind. As they walked together to their chosen spot, he fidgeted with his hands and stumbled over his words.

"Uh, so, (Y/n), um, I hope you like this place," he said, his voice a little shaky.

(Y/n) smiled, finding his nervousness endearing. "I'm sure I'll love it, Miles. Don't worry too much."

They arrived at a cozy café, and Miles held the door open for (Y/n), trying his best to maintain a sense of composure. As they settled into their seats, he took a deep breath, trying to relax.

"I just want to make sure you have a good time," Miles admitted, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes.

(Y/n) reached across the table to hold his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'm already having a great time, Miles. You being here with me is all that matters."

His nervousness eased slightly, knowing that (Y/n) was understanding and supportive. As they chatted over coffee and dessert, he found himself becoming more at ease, laughing and sharing stories with her.

The conversation flowed naturally, and they discovered more about each other's interests, dreams, and passions. Miles was enchanted by (Y/n)'s presence, her laughter, and the way her eyes lit up when she talked about things that excited her.

As the date continued, Miles felt his nervousness melting away, replaced by a sense of comfort and connection. (Y/n) had a way of making him feel at ease, and he couldn't help but admire her for it.

By the end of the date, they were both smiling and laughing, having thoroughly enjoyed each other's company. Miles walked (Y/n) home, their hands still intertwined, not wanting the evening to end.

As they reached her doorstep, he hesitated for a moment before mustering up the courage to speak. "I had a really great time tonight, (Y/n)."

(Y/n) smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling. "Me too, Miles. I had so much fun."

Before he could stop himself, Miles blurted out, "Can we do this again? Another date, maybe?"

(Y/n) chuckled, finding his earnestness adorable. "Of course, I'd love that."

Miles felt a rush of relief and happiness flood through him. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have (Y/n) by his side, finding his nervousness and vulnerability charming rather than off-putting.

As they said their goodbyes, Miles couldn't help but smile, knowing that this was just the beginning of their journey together. With (Y/n) in his life, he felt a newfound sense of confidence and excitement for what the future held. Their connection was genuine and heartfelt, and he couldn't wait to see where their adventures would lead them next.

•••

Miles - RJ couldn’t shake off the nagging feeling that his twin, Miles - the prowler, might be harboring some resentment towards him because of his relationship with (Y/n). As they found themselves alone in their room one evening, he finally mustered up the courage to confront the issue.

"Hey, Prowler, can I talk to you about something?" Miles - RJ asked, trying to sound casual.

Miles - the prowler looked up from his comic book and nodded, sensing the seriousness in his brother's voice. "Sure, what's up?"

"I just wanted to know if... well, if you had any resentment towards me because of (Y/n)," Miles - RJ admitted, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

Miles - the prowler frowned, setting aside his comic book to give his brother his full attention. "What? No, of course not. Why would you even think that?"

Miles - RJ hesitated, searching for the right words. "Well, we both liked her at first, and I thought you might feel... I don't know, upset or jealous or something."

Miles - the prowler let out a sigh, looking at his brother with understanding. "Look, at first, I admit I was a bit jealous. I mean, she's an amazing person, and I liked her too. But after spending more time with her, I realized that my feelings for her changed. She became like a sibling to me, someone I care about deeply, but in a different way."

Miles - RJ listened attentively, a mix of relief and gratitude washing over him. "So, you're not mad at me for being with her?"

Miles (the prowler) shook his head. "Not at all. I've seen how happy you are together, and it makes me happy too. (Y/n) is amazing, and she brings out the best in you. You deserve that happiness, RJ."

The tension that had been building in Miles - RJ gradually eased, replaced by a sense of understanding and comfort. He smiled at his twin, grateful for his honesty.

"Thanks, Prowler. I just didn't want us to have any issues because of this," Miles - RJ said, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders.

Miles - the prowler chuckled, giving his brother a playful nudge. "No worries, little bro. We're family, and nothing can change that. I want to see you happy, and if being with (Y/n) makes you happy, then I'm all for it."

Miles - RJ couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for his twin. Despite their initial rivalry over (Y/n), their bond remained strong. Knowing that Miles - the prowler had come to see (Y/n) as a sibling made him feel even more at ease with their relationship.

"Thanks, Prowler. You're the best brother a guy could ask for," Miles - RJ said, a genuine smile on his face.

Miles - the prowler grinned back, pulling his brother into a brief, heartfelt hug. "And you're the best little brother. I'm always here for you, no matter what."

In that moment, the brothers felt a renewed sense of closeness and understanding. Their bond was unbreakable, and they knew they could always count on each other for support and love. With (Y/n) in their lives and their sibling connection stronger than ever, they were ready to face whatever challenges life had in store for them, knowing they had each other to lean on.

[crazylittlejester]

MORE SILLY CATS!! THIS TIME CATS WITH GUITARS!!!!!!

anyways, I hope you are doing well!!! Im aware that you might be away but, I wish you all the best!

I don't have anything extra to put so, feel free to yap if you please!!! no pressure! I absolutely love hearing the stuff you come up with and wanna talk about! It's so fun!!!

oh my god im obsessed with them CATS WITH GUITARS!!! they’re so me actually

I’m doing a lot better, which I’m so so grateful for 😭 I’m just still a little tired, but I took the day off work today so I could rest and I’m pretty much fine :)

im struggling to rub two brain cells together to come up with a thought rn, so I got no headcanons for ya, BUT I discovered “water tok” and it’s so fucking fascinating to me. like these people will be like “make my daily water with me” and then I watched this one lady put everything BUT fuckin water in there and the end product was hot pink and GLITTERY. SHE PUT LIKE, VODKA IN THERE. THE ONLY “WATER” WAS THE ICE. and unfortunately the brain rot has me so bad that my stoned (<-because i was on heavy meds because of the allergic reaction, not the fun kinda stoned) ass immediately just giggled and went “lmao that’s so wars coded”, and then i had to explain to the people I live with what I meant by that 💔

like ive seen these “make my daily water with me” videos before but i found them AGAIN and i’m just so fascinated because they’re DEADLY serious when they call it water and like- at what point have you just made diet soda? or even REGULAR soda? Like i watched this other girl be like “we’re switching it up today and using sparkling water!!” and then she just literally made soda. like syrup and carbonated water? that’s like. that’s soda. im pretty sure at that point you’ve literally just made yourself a soda, but go crazy i guess 😭?? (i wanna be clear im not mocking these people or making fun of them because at the end of the day, you do you, i don’t care. if putting a bunch of flavoring and edible glitter into a bottle and calling it water makes you happy then i don’t care, god knows i’m addicted to my fucking mango propel, I’m just so perplexed by the idea they call it water and then show me something that is opaque and an UNNATURALLY bright blue. like genuinely. its makin me wanna go to the store and buy the shit needed to test this out. maybe theyre on to somethin, i dunno)

anyways I hope you’re doing good!!!

@hyruledwarriorr

[dumblilb]

UNAPPROACHABLE ゚☆

Frank iero x Fem!reader

(Summary: she was terrifying, no one should be that kind of perfect. But he didn’t care. She didn’t scare him.)

(This is set in the Im Not Okay (i promise) music video universe and it’s loosely based on it. So they are all seniors in high school besides Mikey who is a junior.)

(Warnings: lots of fluff, a lil angst, a little physical violence (not in the relationship), and cursing)

(Words: 4412)

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She’s the schools most unapproachable girl. Her pretty hair and bright eyes make gazing at her almost uncomfortable, because no one knew what would happen if she caught you. But that was the problem. People would just assume who she was.

How she behaved. Because putting in the effort to find out who was under the porcelain structure she upheld in the halls was to taxing of an idea. Which means no one knows besides her small group of friends that she is a genuine and kind girl who wouldn’t hurt a fly.

No matter who it was she would always greet a person with a smile. An optimistic shield surrounded her in her daily life to hide the anxieties that riddled her brain when she was behind closed doors. She knew no one would truly ever understand or like her for her because no one ever cared enough to find out for themselves.

That was till she met him.

He didn’t give a fuck who she was when he sat down in the chair next to her, during a random third period. He just new he was annoyed.

“Mr. Iero please move yourself away from Mr. Way and Mr. Toro. How about…. Hmm, ah yes. Next to miss (l/n).” The older woman hummed as she turned away from the ineligible chicken scratch she was writing on the board. The noises coming from the back row distracting her.

“Ugh…” he whined picking up his notebook and a banged up pen, bringing it to the table next to the girl. A loud thud sound echoing in the room as he sat down dramatically.

His notebook was covered in sketches and what seamed to be paragraphs of what stylistically, the girl assumed to be poetry. A few staples holding the corners on for dear life.

He looked up at her and all she could do was what she did best. She gave him a soft smile, hoping to make him feel at ease in his new chair at the front of the room. He just rolled his eyes and started to hit his pen on his notebook in a drumming fashion. Which explained why it looked almost chewed up.

She adjusted herself in her seat making sure her uniform looked straight. She could feel his eyes boring into her every few seconds. But she couldn’t help but do the same. The way he looked made her head go all fuzzy. He didn’t look like the rest of the people at the school. From his haircut, to his lip ring, to the way his uniform fit. She was entranced.

But for the first time she would be the one caught staring.

“Why do you keep looking at me all weird.” He asks in an almost offended tone. He sees her eyes widen as she quickly removes her gaze from him. He could tell she’s never been called out so blatantly before. He found it almost funny.

“Oh! Im sorry. I didn’t mean to be so rude.” She apologized profusely. He saw her sink into herself. Her confident façade melting away at his words. He felt a little bad. She almost seamed terrified of her self because of what she had done. Which frankly wasn’t a big deal. He was pretty much doing the same thing. He was just better at hiding it. As he looked at her eyes, he sighed and softened his gaze.

“No I’m sorry that was rude… I guess. You’re fine. I’m just annoyed.” He explains softly, causing her to look over at him.

“Cause she moved you from your friends? Yeah that sucks.” She agreed looking down at her hand with a tingling feeling in her cheeks. The way he looked at her made her feel things she hadn’t before. His eyes are a bright hazel color that stand out in contrast to his rich black hair. His lip ring made staring at his lips almost impossible and she didn’t understand why.

She wasn’t used to being the one who was nervous. Normally being on the receiving end, but he was screwing with her head. She just didn’t know she was doing the same. He was in utter shock by the kindness the undeniably pretty girl next to him was giving off. People who looked like her where normally the type to shove him in lockers and aggressively nudge his bag to the floor as he walked in the halls. Or throw food at him durning lunch. But she didn’t seem like that. She greeted him with a smile and treated him like a human. He couldn’t help but feel all bubbly inside.

“Yeah but it’s okay I guess…. Im Frank by the way.” He smiles causing her insides to melt.

“Im (y/n), it’s really nice to meet you.” She says returning the favor.

“You too.” He grins trying not to show the joy on his face.

And as they both looked away, staring at anything but each other, they wouldn’t realize this was the beginning. Over the next few weeks the once boring 3rd period seamed to become each of their favorite class of the day.

Small talk became genuine conversation. Leaning into each others presence rather than cowering away in awkward fear of friendly rejection.

“So your in a band?” She exclaims. The excitement consuming her voice. He nods, a wide smile resting on his face.

“Dude that’s so cool. I’ve always wanted to be in a band.” She continues.

“You should come by a practice. We could use an audience for once.” He chuckles slumping further back into his seat.

“That sounds great.” She said pulling out her phone, flipping it open.

“Our next rehearsal is after school, you wanna hitch a ride?” He asked her and she nodded.

“Yeah I’d like that.” She smiled.

The two boys sitting in the back of the classroom gave each other a knowing look. As the school bell rang everyone got up and grabbed their bags. With out even thinking about it she gave him a hug.

“I’ll meet you in the parking lot after school, okay?” She smiles and the boy nods, stunned into place.

“Yeah yeah, sounds good.” He stutters out and she walks out of the room.

The two guys walk up behind him and pat him on the back.

“Holy shit!” Ray exclaims.

“She uh, she’s coming to watch us practice.” Frank says turning to the two guys.

“No way she didn’t think it was lame?” Gerard says running his hands threw his shoulder length hair.

“No she actually said it was really cool.” He explains and they boys eyes widen.

“Wow, okay. Then we need to tell Mikey.” Ray says. The others nod in agreement and head out the classroom door to find the junior way brother.

After the school day was over they all headed into the parking lot to find (y/n) leaned against the wall her uniform jacket held in her arms with a pair of headphones over her ears.

The boys walk up to her and Frank taps her on the shoulder bringing her out of her daze.

“Oh hey! Are we ready to go?” She asks scanning the group of boys in front of her.

“Yeah let’s go.” He says holding out a hand and leading her to his car. Everyone pilling in.

“Do you mind if I play some music?” Frank says and points to the radio.

“Yeah, you’re all good.” She responds. He turns the radio on and nirvana starts playing. The boys all look at each other a little worried she might not like the type of music they do. That is till she starts humming along. Causing their eyes to widen.

“So uh, you like Nirvana?” Ray asks.

“Yeah, plus this is off the unplugged album. It’s one of my favorites.” She says getting visibly excited by the topic.

“No yeah, it’s really good.” Ray says.

“Ugh this is so cool!” She exclaims.

“What is?” Frank asks with a small laugh.

“It’s just… none of my friends are into this stuff. Well, I guess till I met you guys. It’s nice to have people I can relate to.” She smiles softly causing the rest to grin.

“We’re happy you’re our friend.” Gerard smiles.

“Yeah, we really are.” Frank says quickly looking over to her from the drivers seat. A warm smile on his lips. She couldn’t help but look at his lips and wonder if his lip ring would feel cold against her lips.

Feeling the heat rise to her cheeks she looks out the window and sees the street they’re driving down.

“Hey I live a few doors down. Do you wanna stop by real quick. I kinda wanna change out of the uniform if it’s not to much trouble.” She asks politely and they all agree that it’s fine. They then pull in-front of her house.

“Okay so my parents are gonna be out of the house till around 10 with my siblings. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back.” She says walking up the stairs to her room. Nerves wrack her body as she heads upstairs. This would be the first time they would see her in clothes outside of school. What if they thought she was lame? They where so much cooler than she was. At least that’s what she thought.

She walked into her room closing the door quickly. She pulled out a pair of grey cargos and a tight white spaghetti strap shirt. Putting them on she grabbed her chucks and her bag. Lastly grabbing her black cardigan she opened her door only to find Frank in her doorway, his hand up in a knocking position.

“Oh sorry, I was just gonna ask where your bathroom was… but wow your room is so cool.” He says enamored by the atmosphere and she steps aside so he can observe further. The posters of bands like Led Zeppelin, Bob Marley, and Pearl Jam adorning her walls. Small pictures of people covered the lose space fallowed by plants strung all over the room. A leather jacket and multiple pairs of black boots on the floor by her dark green lounge chair in the corner. Her bed was unmade and covered in pillows and blankets. A small Teddy bear, that was visibly old, lying next to her pillow. A desk covered in makeup products and an old mirror on the other wall.

“Oh thanks. Whenever I go to the record store I like to get a new poster so my walls look a little cluttered. I’ve had to start putting them on my celling.” She says blushing hard over the fact that an attractive boy was in her room.

“It’s cool as fuck to be honest. Do you have people over often. This seams like such a chill hang out spot.” he looks to her and asks.

“Oh uh no actually. I don’t really have that many friends.” She awkwardly chuckles trying to ease the tension. He looks to her confused.

“How? Everyone at school loves you. And I see you with other girls in the halls.” He asks as his brows furrowed.

“Those are just what I like to call.. school friends. They are fun to hangout with when we are at school but they don’t really ever want to hang out outside of that. I guess I’m used for their school rep. Plus I’m always told I’m very… unapproachable. I don’t really understand why.”

“I don’t find you unapproachable.” He smiles taking a step closer.

“You are probably one of the coolest girls I’ve ever met.” He continues taking another step closer. The room got thick with tension. Her breath hitched and she look straight into his eyes. Neither of them really knew what was about to happen. But before they could find out Mikey knocked on the door way.

“Hey we better get going. Me and Gerard’s mom will be home in a few hours and we wanna get a good practice in. Oh sick room (y/n).” He smiles and walks back down the stairs.

“I- uh guess we should get going.” She says and heads out the door him following close behind. He couldn’t help but notice her arms and they walked down the stairs. His eyes widened.

“You have tattoos?” He asks extremely surprised.

“Yeah I’m planning on getting another before prom but I haven’t gotten around to it.” She says causally and his heart starts beating faster. She was so cool and she didn’t even realize it.

“Speaking of which where did you get your lip pierced? I’m thinking of getting a nose ring.” She asks.

“Oh I- I did it myself in Gerard’s basement, but the place I get my tattoos done has a good piercer. I can take you if you’d like.” He says as they head out to the car.

“That sounds awesome.” She grins and his heart stops. The color of her eyes in the sun made him weak.

“Cool cool.” He says and hops in the front seat driving to the way household.

They get there and head to the basement where they find two guitars, a bass, 3 mics and drum set.

“What do each of you do?” She asks as she takes a seat on the couch in the corner.

“Well Mikey plays bass, I play guitar, Frank plays Rhythm guitar, and Gerard sings.” Ray explains.

“I’m so excited.” She leans back into the couch as they each set up. The sounds of tuning and some screeching from the amps ended with a soft “one. two. three.” Which was very misleading for the sound this band made. The sound was almost violent, but it was still so beautiful that you enjoyed it. Making you re think things about yourself. She couldn’t help but stare at Frank as he played.

He was almost manic in his movements. The way he swung his body around as he played, never in one spot for long. His faces made him look almost pleasured by every stroke… of his guitar that is. She felt butterflies in her stomach as the song stopped and he looked to her. She could see a sense of what seemed to be nervousness on his face. Like he was waiting for her approval. But the large smile on her face made the heat rise to his cheeks.

She liked it.

After that day she went to every single practice. She was their number one supporter. Her and Frank grew really close because of it. Every practice he would offer her a ride home. And every time he would pull up to her house and she’d ask if he wanted to come inside. With a smirk he would nod and they would go up to her room. She would put on a movie and they would ignore it. They would sit and talk for hours. About everything. Things like old crushes, arguments with their parents. They would tell deep secrets and embarrassing stories. Every time it would start getting a little to late he would tell her his mom would be worried and she would walk him to the door. And there would be this moment. They would look into each others eyes and for a second it felt like a magnet was pulling them together. He would look down to her lips, and just think ‘how could something look so soft?’ And he’d have to stop himself from leaning in.

He’d take a step back and thank her for her time. He’d walk to his car and sit down roughly placing a hand down to the wheel while rubbing his other across his face. He just didn’t have the balls to do it. She was to good to be true. But she would also back into her house and shake her head in frustration. She just didn’t understand why she couldn’t make the first move. He seemed to cool for her.

This one day she was standing in the halls at school when one of her friends walks up… and just slaps her straight across the face.

“You bitch!” The red haired girl yells as the noise of the slap echos threw the space.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” (Y/n) says holding a hand to her cheek.

“Why does every single guy I like always want you!” She screams.

“Except you are so goddamn unapproachable they don’t even want to do anything about it. Just watch you from afar like perves. And I’m left alone for no good reason!” She cries.

“I’m sorry I-“ (y/n) tried to say before the girl slaps her again.

“No! Don’t fucking apologize! This is why none of us actually like you! Just stay away from me!” She yells and storms off.

The entire hall way was silent as they stared at the girl with red cheeks and glossy eyes. Four guys run up to her and lead her out of the school to the parking lot.

“(Y/n) are you okay?” Mikey asks concerned as Frank and Gerard sit her down on the curb. Her breathing got heavy and she looked up to Frank. In a swift feat of emotions she starts to sob. Frank looks to the three guys.

“Hey guys you should go back to class, I’ll sit with her.” He says.

“Are you sure?” Ray asks.

“Yeah we”ll be fine.” He reassures and they nod, walking back into school. Frank sits down next to her and she leans her head on his shoulder.

“I don’t understand what’s wrong with me.” She says through tears and he rubs her shoulder.

“There is nothing wrong with you.” He sighs.

“I just don’t understand. Why am I so unapproachable. I don’t try to be. I go through life with a promise to be kind and it repays me with loneliness.”

“You’re not unapproachable. You never seamed that way to me.” He smiles down at her.

“Which I don’t get. You are the only person at this school who treats me like I’m a real person.”

“I guess it’s cause you’re, we’ll don’t take this weird, but you’re really pretty. And I guess people are intimidated by that. But everyone treats me like shit at this school so before I knew you. To me you just seemed like everyone else. But now that I know you, you don’t intimidate me. You just leave me in awe.” He confesses, running his hand through his hair. His face bright red. I nervous chuckle leaving his lips.

“Do you really see me that way?” She says turning towards him, wiping her tears away with a soft smile.

“Well yeah, and I don’t understand how you don’t. You’re just as beautiful on the inside as you are on the out. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.” He says, bashfully looking down. His voice getting soft enough it ended in a whisper.

“Frank.” She sighed.

“Yeah?” He asks looking from his lap to her eyes. And what he saw left his heart yearning. No one had ever looked at him that way before. He could see the emotions pooling behind her eyes. The pleading they held for him. He knew what he should do. But she didn’t let him make the first move. Well, more like she didn’t give him the chance.

She placed her hand to his cheek slowly caressing it with her thumb taking in the way he looked. His eyes where so bright the hazel color was all she could think of. She leaned in as his eyes fluttered shut. The feeling of his cold lip ring causing a shiver to go down her spine. His lips where surprisingly soft as they moved together with hers. He couldn’t help but move his hand up to the nape of her neck. The feeling of her skin sending him into orbit. The soft sound of surprise leaving his lips made her stomach flip. They slowly moved apart and he looked at her with surprise.

“You are the most beautiful person I have ever met.” She said in a soft, yet sincere, voice. His cheeks practically glowed red as he leaned his forehead against hers.

The next few months they where always together. And for the first time in a while they where happy.

They would go to concerts together and sneak out to get tattoos. He went with her to get her nose pierced. He thought she looked so badass he got a nose stud. Afterwards they made out in his car, only to leave a few noticeable marks on each of their necks. Her mother noticed before she did and Frank was banned from the house for a week. Much to Gerard and rays amusement.

They had weekly movie nights after rehearsals. They would sit and talk barley watching and when the fell asleep with their limbs tangled together covered messily in blankets, her mother would walk in to tell her it was time for Frank to go home. Only to find them peacefully asleep. So she would call up franks mom and explain, leading to multiple unplanned sleepovers and very awkward family breakfasts in the morning.

That was till she started noticing him being a little distant. He would start to actually watch the movies on movie night and he would leave afterwards. Even telling her rehearsal was cancelled two or three times, when she knew from the others that it wasn’t.

“Hey Frank.” She said as they sat together in her dark green chair listening to the soft sounds of her record player spinning in the corner.

“Yeah.” He said mindlessly fiddling his lip ring with his teeth. As she traced his tattoos she sighed.

“Are you okay? You just seam a little… spaced out lately.” She asks softly. He looks to her and she could see a flash of sadness behind his eyes before he looked away again.

“Oh I’m fine, just a little tired I guess.” He says dismissively. She could tell he was lying and so she pushed a little.

“I’m mean are you sure? Cause-“

“Yes Im sure just drop it okay.” He snapped a little and she sat in shock her fingers leaving his arms. The large green chair suddenly feeling to small for the both of them. She got up and was about to leave the room to give him a break when he continued, stopping her in her tracks.

“It’s just… I saw you 3 weeks ago. You where standing on the field with one of the players. And he was touching your arms.” He says sitting up and her heart dropped. He though she was cheating.

“That wasn’t what you think it was.” She says taking a step closer to him.

“Oh yeah? And what was it?” He said standing up.

“He was hitting on me and touching me without my permission. I told him to stop because I have a boyfriend. Is this what’s been bothering you?” She explained her heart racing.

“Well yeah. Cause to me it just looked like my girlfriend was being asked out by someone who was more in her league than I am.” He says and frustrated tears well up in his eyes. He couldn’t get over the feeling he wasn’t enough for her after actually seeing her with someone like that.

“You know I would never do that to you Frank. Why wouldn’t you just talk to me sooner?” She asks. And he heard her words. And they made sense to him but the feeling where still bubbling up inside.

So he called her the one thing she told him she hated.

“Cause you’re so unapproachable when it comes to this stuff! You’re just little miss perfect!” He exclaims in a moment of anger. Mostly with himself.

The gasp that left her lips sounded like an echo in the silence.

But the look she had when her eyes widened, brimming with tears, had his brain shut off. He knew he messed up and quickly softened his features. Starting to walk closer to her.

“(Y/n) I’m sorry I-“

“You where the only person who never called me that… who never treated me that way.” She said as the tears burned her cheeks.

“(Y/n)- please I didn’t mean it. I was just overly emotional.” He says, his voice soft.

“Why would you say that.”

“It’s just. It’s the only thing about you that is even a little imperfect.” He sighs.

“I’m not as perfect as you like to think. You’re just blinded by how you feel. The first time I kissed you, it was because you saw me for who I am. Just like everyone else. I have insecurities, I have problems and I’m not perfect.” She says and sits down on her bed as he steps closer to her.

“I know it’s just… everyday. We walk through the halls and people cant help but give me weird looks. This one guy even threatened to beat my up after school if I didn’t leave you alone. Every time your absent they throw food at me during lunch. And I just can’t help but wonder why your with me.” He says and his lip starts to quiver. She looks up at him and realized she had never seen him cry. His voice was shaking and his eyes got red. She had seen him get teared up but never like this. He looked so…. broken.

“Frank, why didn’t you tell me…?” She asks and he takes a step closer.

“I just didn’t think it would matter. But then I thought I saw you with that guy and I got scared.” He says as he steps down onto his knees in front of her. Pleading with his eyes.

“I’m so sorry, I should have said something.” He exclaims softly.

“It’s okay. I’m glad you told me though. People are horrible. But all that matters is I love you and nothing is changing that. No stupid football players or mean girls. Cause to me you are beautiful. Inside and out.” She smiles as he looks up at her. She leans down and places a kiss to kiss lips.

“I love you.” He whispers into the kiss. And they pull away. She places her forehead to his. Just like the first time they kissed, and he smiled at the memory.

“I love you more.”

[formulakatya]

I’LL JUST LET YOU LIVE | PIERRE GASLY

“there’s things i wanna say to you but i’ll just let you live”

not my gif :)

pairing: pierre gasly x reader

summary: having broken up with your childhood best friend and boyfriend of 2 years, you struggle to move on and resort to writing letters.

notes: loosely based off ‘cinnamon girl’ by lana del rey, hence the title. a little sloppy and messy which i apologise for, none of my writing seem to be up to satisfaction recently and i still don’t really know how to edit my work :(

warnings: none, just a little angsty

—

dear pierre,

sometimes, i look back at our relationship only to find memories where i can’t remember anything but pure joy. i look back at the pictures and videos and i can only see genuine love.

maybe you just do happen to be an excellent actor and were pretending all this while, or maybe you just stopped loving me and decided to pretend that you still did so that i would be able to prepare for my exams in peace. but whatever the reason, none of them are exactly better than the other.

i hate how france and the streets of rouen remind me too much of us to the point i had to move out to switzerland to let myself live without a depressing memory playing at the back of my head or with a constant worry i’d run into you somehow.

thankfully, i can still watch formula 1 and motorsport in peace without a single thought about the memories we made over the years. but i guess my love for motorsport is rooted in me. that’s how we became friends anyway. but, for as long as i think i’ll be watching racing for, i’ll never cheer you on.

though it hurts me to say that because i know i’d give injustice to my heart. i hate how my heart can still long for you though i tell myself that i hate you. i hate how i can’t delete the pictures from my camera roll because as soon as i do because my heart skips at least 10 beats at once when i take a look at how we were happy and the way you used to look at me.

my smiles were genuine, and it pains me to know that yours were never quite as real.

i hate how i could tell myself that i hate you again and again but still wish that i could have what we had back. i hate how i could say ‘i love you’ to you easily and struggle to say it with the same amount of admiration and love to someone else. i hate that i can say ‘i love you’ to you a million times and it still wouldn’t be enough.

i hate that i still love you.

love,

(y/n)

_________________

dear pierre,

it’s been 3 months since i last wrote, 7 since we broke up. it’s been months since the last time i had seen you and yet, as much as i try to, i can’t get over you.

i’m not surprised that you haven’t responded yet, not that i expected you to, i put your old address on it anyway and it’s probably invalid. i just didn’t want sad letters around my house.

i’ve tried everything i possibly can. i increased my practice hours in my sports, and in case you were wondering which you probably weren’t, i still play golf, i still go skiing in the winter, i still do everything i used to do and more, yet i still feel significantly emptier. it’s probably one of the few things giving me joy at the moment apart from my dog.

if you no longer love me, i hope you still love belle. or at least as much as she loved you because you picked her name. she’s still attached to the toy you got her, by the way, and she misses you. she’s also taken up your side of the bed in case you were wondering.

although i’m feeling better than i was since i sat down to write that letter, my heart still aches. it hurts to lose your boyfriend and best friend at the same time, and it hurts even more to know that you probably carried on with your life just fine.

i’ve been told that i lost my sparkle, which is something you probably took along with you considering the state of your car the race after we broke up. was that a bad joke? i feel like it was, for that i apologise, it was insensitive (kind of).

but in all seriousness, i’ve lost my spark and any kind of positive mood.

i still struggle to find peace with myself, i struggle to find my happiness. and maybe with my spark, you also took them away.

if you did, give it back. it was mine first.

love,

(y/n)

_________________

dear pierre,

your mum asked me how i was today, apparently she had lunch with mine and the topic of me moving to switzerland to try and run away from my misery was brought up. obviously, mamma told her that i was fine.

if you see this, tell her that i miss her but it’ll be a while since i see the streets of rouen. and tell her that i’m doing okay in switzerland.

but since i’m writing this letter, i’m not exactly okay. no one tells you how hard it is to move on and heal, much less find peace with yourself again.

sometimes wish i was egotistical about myself, that i was self-centered, because that would mean that i actually liked myself. instead, i’ve become complacent with my own company. everytime i look at myself in the mirror, i can’t help but analyse and critique myself to shreds just to figure out which part of me wasn’t good enough for you.

do you know how hard it is? to know that there’s no way of winning in life? to know that you’ll never be good enough? to know that you’re the second choice?

no, you obviously don’t. now that you’ve won in formula 1, you can officially say that you don’t know how it’s like to know that there’s no way of winning. take that statement how you will.

but i guess for my own sake, i’ll learn how to come to terms with it.

love,

(y/n)

_________________

dear pierre,

i went back to rouen for the first time in a year. that’s how long it’s been. i was meant to be there for a week, which used to be far too short of a trip back, but now it feels too long.

my bedroom at mamma’s house is still filled with pictures of us, ever since the day we became friends when i moved a couple blocks down from you. from this i think you can guess how hellish it must’ve been having to stay in the place that once used to give me so much comfort.

i passed by your old karting track— there was a picture of you hung up on one of the walls. i can’t escape you, can i?

although it scares me how easily i brushed off any questions or mentions of you, or us, because that means i’ve healed and i’m moving on. it scares me because i never thought i’d see the day i would stop loving you.

but now that i think about it, it probably is a good sign that i’m healing.

it’s bad to cling onto the bad things in life after all.

love,

(y/n)

_________________

dear pierre,

remember all the things you said you’d do with me but never did? yeah, i do too, so i went to do all of them by myself. call it a solo date, if you will. at the end of the day, all you really have is yourself, so i figured i’d at least enjoyed my company.

though sometimes, you need someone to help you learn these things with life. but learning isn’t always easy, and i know that i still have a long way to go with my healing.

and considering i’m still writing these pathetic little letters, i have a long way to go but it’s a road i’m willing to take. if that means healing and moving on, if that means appreciating myself, if that means finding my peace and bright spark back, it’s a road i’m willing to go down.

though i’m mad at the broken promises and maybe there’ll still be a small part of me hurt by everything, i’ll try to forgive you.

love,

(y/n)

p.s: congrats on your podium finish

_________________

dear pierre,

thank you for everything i’ve learned.

maybe things do happen for a reason.

love,

(y/n)

[dc418writes]

•Where’s the Love?•

✨Pairing✨: fighter!Curtis Everettxblack!reader

Summary🪄: Little Anya has some beef with her father

⚠️: pretty much all tooth rotting fluff, a couple bad language words, mentions of verbal abuse

A/N🎙️: this is based off an Instagram video I saw (that I wish I had the link for but I do not🥲), and I hope you guys like it!

*Disclaimer!: although collage was made by me, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of photos used as they were all found in Pinterest*

“Are you..Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Yes,” you answer immediately being handed a box and bouquet of pink and white daisies. “W-wait, what’s-?”

“Happy Valentine’s Day. Enjoy,” the deliverer sighs sounding less than enthused as she journeys back to her van. Closing the door with your foot, a smile graces your lips already knowing it couldn’t be from anyone but Curtis.

I know we agreed no presents this year, but I couldn’t resist. I saw the flowers walking to the gym and all I could think about was you. I know, so cliche right? But it’s true.

I’m uh..you know I’m not the best at this, but you and babygirl are literally my world and I know I’ve been gone a lot, which sucks, but I just wanna make sure y’all are good. That we’re good.

Hopefully I can see you soon, and give my baby plenty of kisses for me. -Love, Curtis

“Presents?!,” a small voice gasps as her little feet patter into the kitchen next to you.

“Yea mamas look,” you smile lifting her to rest on your hip so she could clearly see everything. “Daddy bought a cake for us for Valentine’s Day! Looks yummy right?”

“Mhm!” Her chipper mood seems to fall though noticing only your name on the pretty bouquet resting on the counter.

“What’s wrong buggie?”

“Only your flowers. Not mine.”

“Aw Anya, they’re just as much yours as they are mine.” She’s not too happy with your answer though, remaining quiet as she rests her head on your shoulder.

“Why don’t we call daddy so you two can talk, yea?”

Reaching for your phone, it doesn’t take long for him to answer your call after you’ve dialed. Lips brightly stretched wide and face dripping sweat, he clearly had just finished his training session as he sits near the wide window and the sun’s rays shine behind him.

“There’s my girls! You like your surprise?”

“We did. Thank you honey it was really sweet, but uh Anya wants to talk to you.”

“What’s up babygirl?” Sitting down on the couch, you’re able to angle your screen so he can see the pout and disappointed look on your three-year-old’s face. Her deep brown curls fighting for attention as they fall near her hazel eyes.

His frown mimics her own hearing her little sniffles as she wipes her eye. “Why so sad?”

“No flowers..”

That confuses him at first until it dawns on him, making him softly sigh scratching the back of his neck with his still taped hand.

He didn’t purposely mean to hurt his little girl and make her feel left out. Curtis genuinely thought she’d be more excited about the cake - having a sweet tooth so big, it’d make Willy Wonka himself gasp - than flowers she couldn’t do anything with. Clearly he was mistaken.

“You don’t love me?,” she asks with watery eyes that further break his heart.

“Of course I love you Anya. In fact, I love you past the farthest star in the sky. You know how much that is?”

She gently shakes her head now sitting up beside you.

“It’s so much, I can’t even hold my arms out wide enough to show you,” he smiles chuckling at her shocked expression and the little “wow” that leaves her mouth. “I’m sorry I made you sad though. Daddy’s gonna make it up to you, okay?”

“Okay,” Anya nods.

“Now, gimme the knockout.” Instantly, she’s flashing her biggest, widest smile before giggling at Curtis’ dramatic display of clutching his chest and flailing backwards. It was one of their many cute daddy-daughter antics that never failed to make you smile and, in turn, miss him even more.

At the sight of his agent impatiently tapping his watch with a slew of photographers and journalists behind him, Curtis sighs trying to put on a brave face for his family. “I’m doing this for my girls,” he silently reminds himself. Giving them the life they deserve.

“Alright I gotta go. Be good for mommy.”

“Comin’ home today?!,” she asks with that adorable tilt of her head making some of her coils spring up and down.

“N-No, I don’t think I’ll be able to make it today.” He doesn’t miss the disappointment and hurt that flashes across her face. The one on yours either. “I’m gonna see if I can make something happen though.”

“Okay, give daddy kisses. He still has work to do,” you sigh trying not to let the underlying heartbreak take over your tone. Watching the both of them leave a peck on the screen alleviates the pain a bit, but not enough for you to forget.

“Do I get kisses from mommy too?,” Curtis asks with that boyish smirk that’s worked on you since high school. The slight tilt of his head reminding you of sitting in the back of that library all those years ago.

“Sure. The moment you walk through that door.” Your innocent smile has him chuckling.

“Cmon Dex, ya gonna leave me like that?” Your silence as you smooth your daughter’s hair out of her face pretending to ignore him makes a smug grin appear on his as if he had something up his sleeve. “Alright then. I still love you though.”

You try, but it’s impossible to hide your smile when his blue eyes look at you like that. Like you were his world filled with peace and all the good he ever could’ve asked for.

“Love you too.”

“Love you daddy!,” Anya grins one last time before giving him another kiss he happily “grabs” to place on his lips.

“I love you! I’ll talk to you later okay?” The small apartment is quiet again after saying your final goodbyes and hanging up with Curtis. Both you and little Anya leaning on each other still sat on the couch wishing he was home.

“You know what? We should have a girls day. Nails, a little shopping-,”

“Ice cream!!,” Anya excitedly shouts jumping into your arms and giving you a much needed laugh and cuddles.

“Of course.” Anything to get away from that apartment. “Cmon let’s get ready.”

-

Hey. Hate we couldn’t talk tonight, but I know you’re busy (sent 8:29 pm)

Hopefully we can hear your voice tomorrow💕(sent 8:30 pm)

Love you, and get some rest 💋(sent 8:30 pm)

Staring at your phone, you wonder if you should still call so he could at least say goodnight to Anya. It was part of their routine and he never missed it - much to his agent’s displeasure. He even tried to make a “no calls after eight” rule after he happened to overhear one of your late night conversations, but of course - ever the rebel - Curtis told him where he could shove that rule.

“Jammies mommy.” Standing in her fairy themed, light green pajamas she twirls with a wide smile before bouncing on the balls of her tiny feet.

“Look at you! You put them on all by yourself,” you smile sweeping your giggling daughter into your arms to kiss all over her face. “I’m proud of you.”

“Next, call daddy for goodnights!”

“No not tonight buggie. Daddy’s a bit-,”

The knocks at the front door startle you both definitely not expecting any visitors at this time of night.

“Mom-,”

“Shh sweetie,” you whisper holding her tight as you wait for whatever was to come next. Hopefully nothing.

Another knock follows soon after, further increasing your heart rate for who could be on the other side. With your boyfriend’s not so squeaky clean past, you can only hope it’s merely a person at the wrong door.

“Wait here okay?,” you softly instruct Anya leaving a kiss to the top of her head as your sock covered feet slowly pad to the door. Attempting to peek out the peephole, you’re only met with darkness from it being covered.

Whoever was there clearly didn’t want you seeing them until they said so.

“Who is it?”

“Open and find out.”

The all too familiar voice has relief sweeping over your body as your fingers work to unlatch all the locks. Silently, you curse your landlord for having so many installed rather than investing in a proper security system, or guard at least.

Eventually you open the door to his muscular form leaning against the doorframe. His blue eyes clearly tired, but so happy to see his girl again. He barely gets a foot inside before your lips are on his; holding him close with your fists clutching the front of his gray hoodie.

“I see the attitude’s gone,” he jokes before pecking your lips once more and along your jaw.

“Curtis what-,”

“Daddy?!,” your daughter squeals peeking from the couch to make sure she heard you correctly. Her face brightens as Curtis kneels smiling just as wide as her. “Hi Daddy!”

You move just in time as Anya runs right into his chest wrapping her small arms around his neck and burying her face into his shoulder. “Missed you.”

“I missed you too baby girl.” He plants kisses to her temple and all along her face making her giggle from his ticklish facial hair. “Hey I got something for ya.”

From behind his back he holds out a small bouquet of colorful roses that instantly makes her gasp before briefly going outside to bring in a dark brown teddy bear big enough for her to sleep on if she wanted. It makes both of you chuckle the way she bounces on her toes and claps unable to contain her excitement.

“You like it mamas?”

“Mhm!,” she nods tightly hugging her new toy. “Tank you!”

“You’re welcome, but Anya I really want you to listen to what daddy’s about to say...” At his slightly more authoritative tone, she lets go of her furry friend to stand in front of Curtis squatting down to be at her level. Her tiny hands nervously wringing around each other behind her back and big eyes staring up at her father patiently waiting for what was to come.

“Gifts does not measure amount of love, okay?,” he begins holding out his hands for her to grab. “Yes it’s a nice way to show someone how much you care for them, but it’s also not the only way either. Understand?”

There’s a pause before she hesitantly nods her head of curls. “Yes…you still love me.”

“I’ll always love you. And daddy’s sorry again for hurting your feelings.”

“S’okay,” she smiles placing a sweet kiss on his cheek and giving him another quick hug. “Now, help please.”

She returns to her bear trying to tug it’s arm toward the hall, but it only moves a couple inches making her huff in frustration.

“Of course baby girl,” he chuckles. “I got you.”

-

It’s nearly 11 when Curtis carefully enters your shared bedroom. After placing George the bear - how his daughter came up with George he didn’t know - in the corner near her closet, Anya of course wanted Curtis to read her a story. One then turned into two, which then led to catching him up on everything at daycare with auntie Max.

Well, to the best she could that is. Just turning three not too long ago, clearly communicating was still a challenge at times. But he didn’t mind - he thought it was adorable honestly - and sat on the floor beside her bed listening intently to every word until she talked herself to sleep.

“Everything went okay?”

“Yea, she’s completely out,” he replies. A smirk forms along his lips - and a giggle escapes yours - as he crawls over your relaxed body lying in bed. His nose gently taps against yours before your mouths collide for the second time tonight. This time more passionate, showing just how much you missed each other.

You can tell there’s more behind it though.

Pulling away, your thumb slowly grazes along his cheekbone taking in the fading bruise that was nearly gone, but still needed a day or two to heal. Your face unknowingly shows your disapproval making Curtis peck the inside of your wrist. “I’m fine.”

“I know. Still don’t like it though.”

He lowly chuckles leaning down to nibble along the column of your neck. “I know Dex.”

“So how long do we get with you? I know Simon didn’t okay your field trip.”

“Simon can kiss my ass. He doesn’t control me, I’m a grown man,” he retorts in a grumble while lifting his head that only causes you to roll your eyes. Why didn’t he just get rid of him if he hated him so much?

“I don’t wanna think about that alright? Lemme focus on my girl.” Your hand blocks anymore kisses he tries to distract you with sitting up to have more control if he dared try.

“Don’t.”

He sighs in defeat before lying on his back with long arms stretched over his head. A small bit of his lower abs and happy trail peeking from his hoodie and shirt rising. “…I gotta be to the airport in a couple hours.”

Yes it hurt, but you already suspected as much simply nodding as you slide closer to him. “Did you tell Anya?”

“Yea, s’why bedtime took longer.” He debated against it, not wanting to see that excitement fade from her beautiful face and tears well up in her eyes so similar to yours. But if not then with him, it’ll be left for you to deal with in the morning. Admittedly an unfair cop out on his part.

“Curtis…are you sure this is what you want?,” you whisper. He’s quiet, slowly blinking at the ceiling as he scratches at his scruff in reflective thought. Truthfully, he wondered that himself at times while landing blow after blow to the black punching bag. Or on his daily night jog where his thoughts boomed louder than the music in his ears.

“It’s all I know. All I’m good for.”

“That’s not true.” He snorts at that, turning to look at you with a disbelieving grin.

“Y/N, you of all people know-,”

“Know your past? Know the dark stuff that’s always lurking? Yea I was there, but that’s not all you are baby.”

It’s hard for him to believe that with his father’s gravely voice plaguing his mind at the most inopportune times.

“Just like your old man. All you bring is pain and destruction,” he darkly chuckles before taking a swig from his trusty flask he’s had since Curtis could remember. Probably earlier than that.

“Too bad your brother had to find that out the hard way huh?”

Your thumb grazing over the cut in his dark eyebrow brings him back, now focused on you and your soft smile.

“Where’d you go?”

“It’s..uh..it’s late. You should get some rest.”

Watching your expression change to quizzical, Curtis already knows what’s coming next.

“I only have…an hour and a half left with you. I’m not spending that time asleep unless you’re sleeping with me. If not, then I guess we’re both gonna be up,” you confidently respond. Playfully rolling his eyes, he sucks his teeth as he taps his pec signaling you to join him - which you happily oblige draping your leg over his hips with a giddy curl to your full lips.

“Damn you’re stubborn,” he chuckles lightly rubbing along your thigh and it’s adjoining cheek.

“I’ve been told.”

[sufficiently-advanced]

hi! I got a bunch of asks, and I figured I should (after 5 years) finally give an update.

unfortunately, though I enjoyed this for a long time, the hobby of writing faux-academic analyses of wands has long been soured for me bc I am, yknow, trans in the uk. I don't want to help sustain positive and neutral attention on jk rowling and contribute to the money she is using to fund and spearhead uk and us movements against trans people. It is truly wild to have reason to have beef with a famous children's author but here we are. Years later, these movements are still using that harry potter money and social cred to try to make questioning trans people's existence seem like a liberal free-speech common sense position that's unfairly targeted by radical, hysterical trans activists.

(Here is a tracker of the rise in current legislation restricting trans peoples' participation in public life in the us; the current uk prime minister made a jab against trans people this week in parliament, unknowingly in front of the mother of a trans teenager recently murdered in a hate-motivated attack, part of his customary appeal to right-wing culture war rhetoric. This is, as that first link points out, not his first public joke lampooning trans people, and as the stonewall link below mentions hate-motivated crimes against trans people have increased over 150% in the last few years, but only in the aftermath of a girl's murder has labour pushed back against our identities being part of a national debate.)

Interacting with people still into harry potter feels like a real toss-up. It feels depressingly likely, given what I see online and the beliefs of some of my coworkers, relatives and acquaintances, that I'm writing for someone who thinks nonbinary people are fine as long as they aren't too scarily masculine-looking, and trans women are fine as long as they're really nice and never say anything challenging and make themselves as small and cis-acceptable as possible and only react to people's cruelty with self-sacrificing grace, and trans men are fine as long as they are cute and don't look like neckbeards and are suitably disdainful of masculinity but also not too trender-y, and this whole thing about harry potter is kind of overblown but you can't say that because trans people looove to cancel people. I don't want to write stuff for people who hold these beliefs if I can avoid it! Writing non-harry potter related stuff is the best way to avoid it right now.

If some of these statements feel challenging to you - I was there once too, as a confused angry teenager who felt like gay people were trying to make me feel bad about myself. The social media landscape genuinely makes change more painful than it has to be. Personally, working to humanise and listen to people I was unthinkingly taught to disregard, ignore, disdain or pity has been one of the most rewarding projects of my life, even though by definition it will probably never be complete, and also it can be difficult and vulnerable. I hope you can find it rewarding too. If you're mostly like 'wow, I for real didn't hear about any of this', happy for you, there are links below so you know what's up and can identify some messages you might have absorbed without knowing it.

I won't be updating this blog with any more analyses. Thanks for reading, especially if you had to push through discomfort or fear to do so, and for liking my analyses enough to follow! If you have questions, here are some good resources to look at:

the basics of 'what does trans mean, like, practically?';

a great primer on what we actually know about trans people in britain (useful for outside-of-britain questions too);

a video introducing jk rowling's contribution to anti-trans movements and the discussion of whether to separate the art from the artist, and, if you're interested, a dry but short video about some of her direct links to conservative anti-trans and anti-gay groups in the us and uk

if you have more questions after looking at these, the facebook group 'You Might Wanna Learn More About Trans People' is an active group where you can ask them, anonymously if you want to.

[onlyjaeyun]

Need to let this out…I don’t know if you’ve seen the hyuna case but I’m so disgusted to say the least..her dating a guy that’s involved in the burning sun scandal and dated her dead friend (goo hara) while hara helped with the burning sun investigation. I literally feel so sick to my stomach and this resllt proves idols aren’t the people they are on camera as hyuna was knowing for being a feminist, but then dating a guy who watched the r@pe videos, I am so disgusted to say the least and this whole situation resllt made my day worse..it shows again that idols aren’t who we think they are and who knows other idols that do bad stuff too and knowing I might idolise them makes me feel so sick, I feel so bad for dawn too I’m glad he’s gone from hyuna, he got kicked out of his company early in his career to date hyuna for them to later on to break up and her dating someone who did all that..reslly sick

I’m sorry for the spam love this situation just makes me have so many questions

oof bestie dont even get me started i am so..angry and disappointed. when i got into kpop in 2016 hyuna was THAT girls girl and now she went and HARD launcched that fucker all proud and shit i gasped so loud bc of how shocked i was im not even kidding. i was already so so sad when she broke up with dawn but like thats life and ig it had to happen but this..? even if she ignored his involvement in a case so scandalous and disgusting, how could she EVER do this goo hara like that woman was your friend and you're doing this i'm..speechless and i genuinely understand every single stan who now reacts the way you and i do because that is absolutely unacceptable. lowkey hoping its just some sick joke but knowing her its not, im just sad and disappointed. she's such a big role model to so many young female idols and this ruins the image she's worked so hard for to maintain all this time..how heartbreaking..

[skye-huntress]

I’m in Love with the Villainess Reaction

Before we get into the next episode, I wanted to address some things thanks to some comments I read over the week. Last episode was important, perhaps the first thoughtful discussion about homosexuality in an anime that anyone seems to be aware of. It was also our first insight into Rae’s character and her peculiar actions.

Speaking of Rae’s actions, it seems to me that some people are blowing things out of proportion. Let me just say it, when it comes to Rae and Claire in the earlier parts of the series, neither is really innocent. Neither of them are particularly bad either, each knows where to draw the line and is capable of acknowledging when they’ve gone too far. Also, Claire initiated most of their interactions, by attempting to bully Rae into submitting or quitting school. As for the maid thing, I hope I don’t have to spell it out, but Rae has a greater purpose behind sticking close to Claire beyond her own selfish desires.

Episode 4

Kicking off with magic exposition. Exposition that Rae likely had to sit through (or skip) countless times over while playing Revolution.

Rae’s own exposition about monsters is much more entertaining. Take notes, Torrid Magic! (Yes, for some reason his last name is literally Magic. I suppose it’s like how Rae Taylor’s parents are tailors)

Once again, Rae overdoes it. Great line though. “I’m officially too OP to function!”

Oh, they actually showed his full name.

Can’t have an element based magic system without the whole strengths and weaknesses thing. Also, combo magic. Multi-casters also have special composite magic depending on the elements they have access to.

This is flirting, right?

Rae’s like eww, boys. Right there with ya, girl.

Rae is like “Noooo, not more exposition! Where’s the skip button? Skip! Skip!”

That first fantasy was meh, but that second one, heck yeah! That’s more like it. That, and it’s more faithful to Claire’s character.

Time for the first boss battle!

So yeah, Torrid might be a tri-caster, but his aptitude is not nearly as impressive compared to the main characters. Plus he lacks the wind attribute that beats water. He is hopelessly outmatched here.

What’d you expect. Numbers don’t matter when most of the students there are either too weak to do much damage, or too inexperienced to land an accurate hit. Should have just had Misha take it out with one strong attack.

Rae, you’re not bound to video game logic, you can just call out whichever name you want.

I don’t know what to say, so I’ll just let Rae speak for me.

Eww, it’s raining slime everywhere!

And as usual, Thane gets the short end. Eh, I doubt he’d want all that attention anyway.

Everyone’s favourite character has finally arrived.

And now, we all feel bad for Mama Slime! Great job, anime, neither the manga or novels made me feel this way.

Rae, don’t pretend. We know it bothers you, enough that you tried to run away from it.

Guess that event worked, it did raise the Affection level for who Rae called out to.

Claire had the perfect opportunity to get on the Thane route but chose the Rae route instead. We’re all proud of her.

That little giggle from Rae at the end was cute. I think this is genuinely the happiest she’s been.

Misha, you’re the second most powerful person in the whole school, and your attribute beats water! Why are you scared of a tiny slime?!

Claire, you could vaporise a slime that small! Why are you scared?!

Next episode is going to be a fun one!