Starlight

21| She/her | Autistic | Matching with my bestie @lorkai 🖤

[laythestar]

The Starlight girl

About me:

My name is Lay, I'm a brazilian fanfic writer, I'm also audhd and a psychology student on my third semester! This is my main blog and where I mostly write my fics!

My ao3 account: Laythestar

My Masterlists:

DC Masterlist

Marvel Masterlist

🎐Last fic posted here: Did I mistake you for a sign from God?

🎐Last update on my Ao3 account: I went deep into the sea (and end up meeting you)

[laythestar]

Are you still into Miraculous Ladybug?

Hii!

I think the whole spark and interest I had towards Miraculous kinda of died. Suddenly writing for the fandom wasn't something I had fun anymore and began to feel more like some type of obligation, I wasn't enjoying anymore compared to my other fics.

I have some drafts that I haven't touched in months, mostly they're all from the beginning of last year to be honest. It's also been a long time since I watched or interacted with anything remotely related to Miraculous.

Maybe one day I'll write about Miraculous again, or maybe not.

:)

[sleepypandabea]

Why do toxic fanfics keep popping up on my fyp, like no I don't want Gojo cheating on me, fucking me as an apology and me actually FORGIVING him???. I need a man who is OBSESSED with me and wouldn't even think of looking at another woman. The only fanfics that truly still my hunger are yander fics.

[capybaralovers]

[laythestar]

DC Masterlist

✨️Damian Wayne:

🎐 Let me love you;

🎐 I'm all yours darlin';

🎐 You're mine sweetheart;

🎐 Don’t try to run away my love;

🎐 You made me know how true love is;

🎐 Damian Wayne Headcanons;

✨️Dick Grayson:

🎐 Dick Grayson Headcanons;

✨️Jason Todd:

🎐 Doll you're bad bad news;

🎐 I'm just a supernova;

✨️Tim Drake:

🎐 Tim Drake Headcanons;

[laythestar]

MARVEL MASTERLIST

✨️Steve Rogers:

🎐 You are my sweet sweet flower;

✨️ Bucky Barnes:

🎐 Thinking about us;

✨️ Peter Parker:

🎐 Somebody to love;

🎐 When Peter falls in love;

[timelines-and-possibilities]

Yes, the gun is his beak

The series continues.

For @tiree-the-kid

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

[timelines-and-possibilities]

Esnupi has had enough from the government too

For @pyrose

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

[langernameohnebedeutung]

ngl, I'm beginning to take issue with how in conversations about anti-intellectualism almost automatically, the face of girls and women will be slapped on the problem.

[laythestar]

Did I mistake you for a sign from God?

↳ A small birthday gift to my bestie @lorkai who loves Chrollo and deserves everything goog in life!!

↳ Warnings: None aside that Hisoka is mentioned and I know nothing about HunterXHunter so character's behavior may be off and silly, ehe~

Despite what others may think, you never thought much of your birthday.

It wasn’t that you did not like your birthday, it’s just that…You don’t celebrate it as much as people normally did. And that was fine, you just went to your apartment after work, stopping by the calm and cozy bakery on the way home, bought a small cake and watched your favorite movie while eating it and drinking the cheapest bottle of wine you managed to buy two days before your birthday.

You were planning to do just that, closing your laptop, stretching languidly before gathering your things – making sure you didn’t forget your phone charger, it was hell when you did that last friday, your phone would be dead for the entire weekend if your boyfriend didn’t dropped by your apartment –, and went to leave the office, saying goodbye to your coworkers as you walked out.

In the corner of your eye, you saw your co-worker; Illumi, walk to you with a bag from a fancy bakery. You arched an eyebrow at that, it was very unlike Illumi to do that.

Sure, you two talked from time to time, and you gave him romantic advice, such as: “No, killing your husband and stealing his things is bad, Illumi. Yes, even if your husband is Hisoka. No, I’m not saying this because I know him longer than I know you. He is, indeed, a bastard that deserves being murdered. But if you get in prison you’ll lose Killua’s graduation from kindergarten. You should at least wait until he’s in university.”

“Here.” Is all that he says.

“Thanks?” You speak, but it sounds more like a question. Is hard to read Illumi’s expression since his face is completely blank. You asked yourself more than once, if Illumi has any thoughts in his brain, he always appears to be dissociating, given his soulless eyes, and he prefers watching others rather than talking

“Hisoka bought. Said is your birthday. He promised that he had not poisoned, or put any insects. I checked.” He explained. You nodded.

“Thanks for uh…Checking?” You thanked him, still very confused.

“If you feel any bad sensations after eating, warn me so I can fulfill my long desire dream of killing him.” Illumi said seriously.

“Illumi, wouldn’t it be better if you divorced him?” You asked, taking the bag, peeking inside of it. You saw a small-sized chocolate cake, and a birthday card with a clown design, and another one with childish drawing. Likely from Killua, Illumi was very much weird and creepy but he always made sure to make everyone see how amazing his baby brother was and that everyone would one day understand that Killua is the most precious thing in the world and the rest of the people are useless insects that deserve death.

Again, Illumi was weird and creepy. In a way that was oddly endearing as you saw more than once him taking a day off whenever Killua got sick or had a big presentation at his daycare. But still, he was creepy as fuck when he wanted to.

“I do not believe in divorce. Besides, I rather not wish anyone to marry Hisoka after me. As much as society is rotten and deserve the worst punishment for their behavior, nobody deserves to marry him. He’s the epitome of everything bad in the world.” Illumi said, voice completely even as if he was talking about the weather.

You sighed tiredly. Of course that Illumi as creepy as he was, wouldn't believe in divorce.

“Your sacrifice upon marrying him would not go waste, Illumi. The rotten and horrible society thanks you for that.” You smiled gently at him, Illumi nodded as if he too thought everyone should be on their knees thanking him.

You left after that, going to the elevator and then finally leaving the building. Thankfully, now you didn’t have to worry about stopping by the bakery on your way home.

But then you saw a figure holding a big bouquet of dark red roses, you frowned but shrugged. Probably a weirdo going to beg his partner’s forgiveness, you did heard your co-workers saying that Eliza from the HR area got cheated on and her boyfriend was spamming her phone.

Poor girl became the biggest gossip in the corporate area, even Illumi was listening the gossip. Or he was dissociating, you never knew.

You went to pass past the guy, praying that you wouldn’t be noticed because the weirdo could want you to ask for his girlfriend to come down or whatever.

“Y/N?” The guy spoke, and you stopped. Because you knew that voice.

“Oh my God, the weird guy is my weird boyfriend.” You realized as you turned around.

“Chrollo?! What are you doing in front of my company building?” You asked, completely surprised.

Thing was, Chrollo worked in the building next to yours, you two were dating for six months, and he unfortunately was friends with Hisoka, and that was why you end up being close to Illumi. Chrollo also was supposed to be working from home, since the weirdo was a financial director and had way more privileges than you have in your work.

Chrollo arched an eyebrow, as if confused by your question. Still he took your hand and extended the bouquet with the other hand towards you.

“I sent you a message thirty and four minutes ago that I was going to pick you up from work. It’s your birthday, honey. I wouldn’t let you go walking home when I could give you a ride.” Chrollo spoke softly, the same tone used when he thought you were being silly.

“You remembered my birthday?” You asked, and it was a dumb question. But it was surprising to you that your boyfriend remembered, you had been waiting the entire day for him to send a message of happy birthday to you.

Until you got frustrated and put your phone on silent mode and to not receive any messages notifications. Which explains now why you didn’t see his message, you tried not to blush at your silliness.

“Of course, love. I would be an idiot if I didn’t remember that, and I’m sure that I don’t look any bit like Hisoka.” Chrollo chuckled. You rolled your eyes, apparently today was the day everyone chose to talk shit about him. Unfortunately, you only talked bad of Hisoka when you saw him personally. It felt good saying how much of a bastard that man was when he was there in person.

“Now, let’s go. I had ordered your favorite food and a good wine, since is your birthday; I took the liberty to buy you 50 gifts and will allow you to watch that movie you love while opening them.” Chrollo spoke casually as he led you to his car.

“What? 50 gifts?!” You asked in shock. Chrollo blinked confused at your shock.

“I am sorry, my love. Should I have bought more? I tried to keep a low number, you said that too many gifts overwhelm you. I should have listened my intuition and increased to 140 gifts, if I had known that 50 gifts was such a low number and that could offend you…” He mumbled the last part displeased.

“No, no no! 50 gifts are enough!” You said frantically, but Chrollo had that look in his eyes that he thought you were only saying that to please him and not make him feel bad. And you knew he already made his decision, so there was no way to win that argument.

Your boyfriend had the terrible habit of spending too much money on you. Sure he was rich, but still! You didn’t need all that! Honestly, what would you possibly do with so many gifts?!

At night, after drinking the best wine you could ever have, ate too many sweets and open gifts until your hands hurt. You felt Chrollo kiss your temple and pull your body close to him, the movie you choose to watch almost ending, the climax of the characters discovering who the killer was and the whole plot twist happening.

“Happy birthday, my love.” He whispered, and you smiled sleepy.

“Thank you for the gifts, and the dinner, and the wine and the company.” You spoke slurred, the sleep coming with full force as he began scratching your scalp gently.

It wasn’t a surprise that a day later, Chrollo had not 140 gifts for you, but actually 160 gifts. You sighed, too happy to even complain about how much money that cost.

[bunnis-monsters]

Just so everyone knows.

Fuck ICE.

ACAB.

No one is illegal on stolen land.

Leave my fucking page if you disagree. This isn’t negotiable, I won’t argue and I won’t tolerate it. You’ll be blocked instantly.

[bunnis-monsters]

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Be the reason that writers decide to keep writing.

[what-even-is-thiss]

“Cats don’t actually love you”

A cat is a small creature in the middle of the food chain that is fully aware that you are a very large thing that could stomp its head in at any moment and yet it chooses to rest its tiny little head on your leg for a nap and spreads out on the floor near you exposing its belly and its most sensitive organs. It brings dead mice and bugs to you to share food.

Don’t you get it? This tiny thing trusts you. It wants to help you too. It licks your leg thinking that it’s helping. It kneads on you to find comfort. It shares its body warmth with you in the cold and gives you your space in the heat. It hisses at other mammals it sees outside including other cats in an effort to protect its family.

Cats love you so so much. But they will keep trying to eat plastic.

[laythestar]

I put a spell on you, and now you are mine;

G.SatoruXFem!Witchy!Reader

Warnings: Mention of name carving and sexual spells.

A/N: Omg, it has been soooo long since I posted a fic here loll, sorry. Things got too crazy and I'm still recovering from some stuff that happened lol, hope I still have readers here :)

Gojo Satoru was the biggest heartthrob of your school, everyone wanted him or to be him. He was hot, funny, intelligent (in his own cocky way), rich AND was good in bed. Everyone expected him to date a popular bimbo girl not...

You.

You who was too weird, with your pentagram necklace, dark red lipstick, long black nails, and do not let me get started on those hippie clothes, either you looked like a hippie, or you looked like a freaking goth. Either way, people looked down on you.

Everybody was wary of you, of the heavy incense scent cling in your skin, the crystals you always seemed to hold. The weird books about witchcraft and your tarot cards.

So how the fuck did you started dating THE Gojo Satoru?

Not even you knew, one night, you did a spell to attract your soulmate, the one you dreamed about having multiple past lives with, next week, Gojo Satoru was asking you out on a date.

His friends said you cursed him, hexed his soul and the only way for him to free himself was to date you, Satoru replied saying that it was fate; you were too cute to hex people (he doesn't know about the teachers you hexed before because they gave you a low grade or paired you up with bullies), least of all him.

Satoru didn't mind you doing cleansing on him after a bad week, he certainly didn't mind you doing tarot reading about his next game, and he was always too happy to let you put crystals on his backpack to protect him on his way back home. In his eyes, you could do no wrong.

Which certainly made Satoru's friends very wary of you.

"You are sure that she didn't hex you, Gojo?" Shoko asked. "We could try making you get rid of her, I know a shaman!"

"Nah, my Goddess could never hex me, she's a sweetheart." Satoru spoke calmly, waving off his friends words.

Suguru choked on his drink, Shoko patting his back.

"Go-Goddess? Sweetheart?" He stuttered, still coughing. "Satoru, she hexed our coach!"

"Oh? That? I asked her to do it." Satoru shrugged.

"What? Why?!" Shoko asked shocked.

"Well, he didn't listen to my ideas of how we could do the next game, so... I asked my Goddess girlfriend to hex him." He answered, smiling brightly.

Satoru brushed his friends words as they continued to warn him about you, about how you probably would kill him and use his blood in a ritual,

He forced himself to not talk about how he now had your name carved in his chest, and you had his in the valley of your breasts. He didn't told his friends how you two had kissed each other after doing it, how he could feel your soul claiming his, marking him as yours forever.

And he certainly didn't talk about the fact that he was all into doing spells, both normal ones, hexes and...Sexual spells.

It wouldn't help making his friends seeing how good you were to him, how his life good better and more bright with you by his side. After all, you were his Goddess, his sweet witchy girlfriend.

[calling-the-angels]

hello fellow demisexual folk, is this anything? 🗣🎙

[youminluck]

祝酷拉皮卡生日快乐！（这边忘记发了）

[atomiclace]

these are my mutuals. they know who they are