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[sinofwriting]

Engineer in Law - Max Verstappen

Words: 1,758 Summary: Max and GP are far more close than most race engineers and drivers, which might have to do with the fact that Max is dating his daughter. Note(s): Takes place in 2021. Reader is GP’s daughter. Reader is 21, Max is 23. I don’t know what GP’s wife’s name is IRL but in this fic her name is Sarah. Also, reader is only given one physical descriptor which is that she has GP’s eyes, apologies if (like me) you don’t know have that eye color, but we can imagine and/or wish! This might end up getting a part two.

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“You're happy.”

It’s not something GP normally comments on, Max’s moods. Not unless it’s to make a sarcastic comment about how thrilled he looks to be going to a press event or something of the sort, but Max is beaming like he just won a race. It’s an odd look on the young driver, an unusual one, sadly.

“I asked the girl I was seeing to be my girlfriend, she said yes.” Max’s voice is quiet and GP leans in, his eyebrows going up at the news, at the soft but excited tone the words hold.

He smiles at the younger, reaching forward and clasping him on the shoulder. “That’s fantastic, mate. Want to tell me about her?” It’s a rather stupid question because if Max didn’t want to talk about her, he wouldn’t have said anything. And GP is rather happy to sit here and listen to Max talk about this new girl in his life.

“She’s amazing, GP. I mean really smart, funny, and she never backs down. She always has a response to anything I say. And even if I’m in a bad mood, she doesn’t let me just sulk. She knows exactly how to get a response from me and she knows it. She’ll get this little smirk on her face after I snap back at her and she’s great.”

GP has to stop himself from clearing his throat at how head over heels in love Max looks. It was oddly like looking in a mirror when GP was just four years younger than him and seeing his wife holding their newborn daughter.

“I hope you're not snapping at her too much.” His dad mode is in full force, nearly shuddering as he thinks of his twenty-one year old daughter getting snapped at often by a boyfriend. He further shudders at the reminder she currently has a boyfriend.

“Not like that.” Max reassures. “It’s kind of like us in the simulator.”

GP lets out a laugh.

It wasn’t often he joined Max in the simulator but every time they did, other people would gather around to hear the pair mock argue with each other.

“Well I’m happy to hear she’s keeping you on your toes.”

—

Max is practically vibrating in his seat as he waits for GP to sit down.

“She planned a date.”

GP stills from where he was about to reach for his water.

“Like a whole date. From everything, the food, the drinks, what we watched and it was all stuff I liked and fit in my training plan.”

He watches the younger closely, hearing something off in his voice.

“I thought I missed something. Like an anniversary or something, even though we’ve only been together five months.”

GP eyes shut for a second, rage threatening to overtake him. Max was never treated kindly enough and Max had never really talked about his few previous relationships before and he can’t help but wonder if this is why. Because Max never felt truly happy in them. Always something just wrong, always on the edge.

“She just wanted to do something nice for me. Said it wasn’t fair, I had been planning most of our dates.” Max looks confused, but there’s a slight flush to his cheeks.

“Y’know, my wife and I trade off.”

Max tilts his head a little.

“I mean, we only do a date about once a month, but we trade off. I did the last one, so tomorrow, she’s planning our date. We used to do the same with vacations, but the whole thing stresses her out a little too much, so I plan them and get the travel plans sorted while she handles looking at things to do and places to go while we are there. It's a partnership, Max. It should be an equal give and take. And that doesn’t mean that it has to be you guys both are giving and taking the same thing equally, you just need to find the balance that works for you. Like you take out the trash, she does the dusting.”

“She has a dust allergy. And we aren’t living together yet.”

GP smiles, coughing to hide his laugh. “Yet, I see. And if she has a dust allergy she needs certain pillowcases and sheets, I’ll send you the ones I bought for my daughter last Christmas.”

“Thank you, GP.”

“I’m always here for you, Max.”

—

“You were out again.”

“Good morning to you as well, dad.” His daughter says, eyebrows raised even as she steps closer to press a quick kiss to his cheek before going to the fridge.

He glances at the clock, slightly miffed to see it is just after eleven am. “Closer to the afternoon.” He comments.

She signs, leaning against the counter, a Red Bull in hand, and he watches as her fingers play with the tab but not open it. It’s a habit he’s never seen from her before. “Dad,” He looks at her face at the sound. “Is me having a boyfriend bothering you that much?”

He softens a little. “No, well, yes. It’s just I don’t know anything about him. All I know is you have a boyfriend and that’s it. I don’t know his name, how old he is, what he does for a living, if he treats you well. And you're spending an awful lot of nights as his and I’ve never met him.”

Her fingers still against the can’s tab. “Is that something you want?”

“Well I’d prefer to meet him before you fully move in with him.” He gives her a look. “But yes, I would. He makes you happy.” It was a hard pill to swallow, the reason for his daughter seeming to be so happy being a boy, but that was the reason.

“Alright, I’ll text him and maybe tomorrow we could do lunch?” She offers.

“I’d like that.”

—

“I’ve been listening to Max talk about our daughter for months.”

Sarah’s lips thin as she struggles not to laugh, running a soothing hand over her husband’s back. “You said it was sweet how he talked about her.”

“Well, I didn’t know he was talking about our daughter then did I?”

His head somehow manages to drop further into his hands. “He talked for thirty minutes straight about her eyes. Her eyes, Sarah. She has MY eyes.”

Sarah can’t help the laugh that spills from her lips. “Well at least it was just her eyes you heard about.”

GP’s face screws up at that remembering the hickey he had seen high on Max’s neck last week and apparently he had some interesting scratch and bite marks as well. Those thankfully he had not seen. “Please, love, put me out of my misery.”

His hands fall into his lap and he presses his face against his wife’s neck, smelling the slightly faded scent of her perfume and her lotion.

“Oh hush.” She says, lightly swatting his shoulder. “It could be much worse. You like Max, you know Max. He’d never hurt our baby.”

GP softens, pressing a kiss to her neck before sitting straight, his back thanking him for it. “No, he wouldn’t. I just,” He sighs. “This is serious for Max and it’s obviously serious for her. She’s never invited a boy around the house that she’s been seeing. When she said lunch, I thought she had booked our usual table.”

“I know. You were all ready to go, wallet and keys in hand.”

“She let me think that as well you know.”

Sarah hums, “I wonder who she got that from.”

He smiles at her. “No clue, love.���

Her eyes give a slight roll and then she’s leaning forward. Brushing their lips together. “Max is good for her and it’s obvious that she is good for Max as well with what you’ve told me. And just think you always joked that Max was like a son. Now it’s just more official.”

“Oh my god, they’re going to get married.”

Sarah laughs at the horror and awe in her husband's voice. “I’d say don’t get ahead of yourself, but you saw exactly what I did at lunch.”

—

“Max, if you talk about my eyes one more time, I’m going to report you to HR.”

Max snickers at the older’s expression. “But, I’m not talking about your eyes.”

“She has my eyes.” GP cuts him off immediately, already knowing his defense. “We have the same exact eyes.” He holds up a finger, silencing Max. “And don’t even think of starting to list the difference between them.”

He kicks a little at the ground, faking a sigh. “Fine. Can we at least talk about you talking in the braking?”

GP sighs, but nods. “Yes, we can talk about it.”

They both fail to notice the Sky Sports camera that had been filming the conversation until much later, when Max is sitting in his driver’s room, chuckling at the broadcast that had just ended and the tweets on his phone.

“Listen to this one, Sky Sports seriously reporting that a female employee is threatening to go to HR because of Max’s comments while playing the video of audio of GP, his MALE race engineer, is seemingly joking about going to HR, is sending me. How is this a serious news source?”

GP snorts, looking at his texts with his daughter. “She just sent me this one, ‘Sky is doing nothing but proving their British bias and stupidity. How much do you think they suck Lewis’ dick for every year now?’ Honestly, they have a point.”

“More than a point.” Max says, tossing his phone to the side. “It’s one thing to say I’m a shit driver that shouldn’t be anywhere near Hamilton, but this? This is ridiculous even for them. They have the footage and audio, aired both, and are saying that it’s a female employee. Vicky is having the time of her life right now, and so are my lawyers.”

“Your lawyers?”

Max shrugs. “They’ll be working with Red Bull’s as well, but this is more than that.”

“It is.” GP agrees. “Sarah was with her when it aired. She was livid.”

“I could tell.” The driver chuckles. “My texts are filled with it. She wants to come to the next race, well, two.”

“Team home race. That’s a statement.”

His cheeks are a little pink. “She wanted to wait for Zandvoort to officially come as my girlfriend, but she wants to be with me for these next two now.”

“It will be nice to see her at both.”

[muqingslover]

I just wanted to ask you (since I saw this prompt before and I wanted to hear your take on it), in a Cherry Magic AU setting, MC can hear the thoughts of the lads men. Who do you think would have the most unhinged train of thoughts/ stream of consciousness?

I just have a feeling that Zayne would be the most surprising/unhinged since he's so calm and collected, even cold on the outside, so he has to keep a lot inside. (Or maybe I'm just biased because I'm a Zayne girlie and he's my pookie)

I absolutely love the way you write! The flow is so nice and easy to follow. Overall, it's relaxing and entertaining to read what you write!!

[ AAA THANK YOU SM FOR THE KIND FEEDBACK! it means everything to me I'm so so so glad you enjoy it! 💕🫂 I actually didn't know what Cherry Magic was but omg?! it's so cute!? I just had to do this! ]

Coming in hot in first place we have the IT boy himself.

His thoughts are not technically unhinged as they are just OVERWHELMING.

You would be having lunch and Caleb's sitting across of you like 😊 while his mind is filled with so much stuff.

'Their lips are a bit redder today...Is it because of the spice? I should tone it down next time, oh but they look so cute like that. Their eyes are all watery it's so damn cute, so cute so, so so cute— Huh? They're staring? Oh *I* am the one that's staring. Look away look away, yeah, alright, smooth.'

His thoughts are extremely noisy all. the. time. It's pretty much about everything, but especially you.

I also feel like he repeats a lot of words regarding you like he'd immediately go 'Cute, cute, cute cute cute—' when you laugh at what he said or have an internal panic if you did something to tease him 'Too close oh god— They're close, close, close, too damn close— I can feel their body warmth—'

CATCH HIS LYING ASS POOKIES, I mean ahem.

Guys this man will have the most innocent smile on his face when he claims he'd never do something and when you take a peek inside his thoughts he is most definitely thinking about doing it.

"I have no reason to steal your clothes. C'mon now pipsqueak— Yes, yes, I pinky promise I'm not messing with you this time."

'Shit shit shit shit shit. I didn't have time to wash it yet— Why are they doing laundry today anyway? They usually only do it on Friday nights.'

Second place belongs to none other than to the neighborhood freak.

Now Xavier is a mix of absolutely empty no thoughts at all to freaky ahh stuff.

He will have a nonchalant face but his thoughts? oh dear lord.

"My throat feels a bit sore because of the weather recently."

"Let's buy some cough drops for you on our way back."

'I wonder if I can still do it tonight...I wouldn't want them to hurt their throat more. Oh. If I cover their mouth shouldn't it be fine? What should I use...Wait, I should ask them later about it...........I wonder if they'll sit on my face again.....that was nice..........Kinda sleepy.'

He is also the only one of the crew that is not particularly embarrassed, freaked out or even worried that you can read his thoughts.

If anything, Xavier believes it makes communication a whole lot easier. Sometimes he's so tired that even speaking takes a lot of energy from him so being able to tell you what he wants just by touching you is an advantage.

Yes, he will absolutely think about freaky things on purpose only to see your face turning red.

I think fishie takes third place.

#Meangirl alert. /hj

Rather than it being about you it's more about his brutal honesty in general. Lord have mercy when he is grading projects from his classes.

Rafayel is someone that calculates his words (and actions) A LOT, which means this is a nightmare for him. He doesn't want you to see past the fun, sassy persona he shows you.

Especially if the subject about his past came up because then things could get real ugly, real quick.

"I would never hurt you like that, Raf."

'...That sounds like a cruel joke. You don't know that. You don't know anything about me. About us. How is this fair? How can I tell you about what you did— About what *I* had to do when you look at me like that?'

"...I know. I trust you."

You would also realize he is actually a lot more apathetic towards others than expected. The humans' opinions/ problems are simply not something he can bring himself to genuinely care about unless they affect him or you directly.

Lastly, he hums and sings A LOT in his head. Usually they're very old, beautiful songs from his homeland and it's really nice to tune in his private radio station.

Maybe controversial but this man's thoughts are clean as a whistle.

Unless he is actively doing something sexual Sylus is not thinking about anything remotely dirty.

Personally I believe his mind is quiet in general. He has an internal "To-do list" and that's what you will hear for most of the time.

'Oh, their water bottle is cracked. I should get them a new one soon. The twins' new jackets are being delivered today, that's good. It's getting colder already I don't want them to get sick again. The new supplies will need my signature so I must return before the sunrise. Tomorrow the new restaurant they mentioned opens, I'll make sure to ask them for dinner. '

On the other hand, his thoughts can also be quite vulnerable and insecure towards your relationship with him.

Almost every night when he holds you in his arms you will hear him think 'Please stay with me.' and he sounds so genuinely afraid.

You will also hear him think a looooot of 'I love you' during the day at random times. He's just a large, lovestruck puppy looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

The calmest thoughts but the cutest of all of the boys.

Like, you don't understand he's sooo damn cute.

Zayne may look like he'd rather be anywhere else but here and then you touch him and what you get is

'...I wish I had gotten the limited cat keychain from the cafe. Perhaps they'll rerun it next spring. I'll take them with me then........We could get matching ones....Well, if they agree to go with me. Or I could bring it to them as a gift, that would be nice too.'

Another one that has an mental "To-do list". During work hours he's extremely focused and his thoughts rarely, if ever, stray from what he's doing.

When with you his mind is calm (unless you're teasing this poor man because then his mind is going into OVERDRIVE.) and his internal comments are suuuuper soft and loving.

'Their hair is styled today...it looks really nice. Should I tell them? ....No, it's best not to. Hm....Oh, right. I have some leftover candy from my appointments today, I'll give them some instead.'

10/10 experience guarantee.

[l0vergirlwrites]

Absolutely OBSESSED with ur fics girl 🫶🫶, could you by any chance do one where Spencer has surgery (maybe he got injured in the field or smth) and afterwards he’s on anaesthesia, and reader is taking him home and Spence doesn’t recognize her cause he’s high AF and is like “back off I have a gf (referring to reader)” and is all like complimenting her and stuff??? I definitely did not get this from a tiktok HAHA (it would probably have to be season 1 Spencer tho cause we all know how Spencer feels about narcotics in the later season 😭😭)

TYYY ANYWAYS I LOVE UR WORK AHHH AND EVEN IF YOU DONT DO THIS THATS ALGDS CAUSE UR A QUEEN ❤️❤️

anaesthetic makes the heart grow fond ; spencer reid

synopsis: after getting his wisdom teeth removed, it only makes sense that you’re the only thing on spencer’s mind. but when he doesn’t initially recognize you under his anaesthetic haze, you can’t help but play along & feel yourself fall harder for him.

warnings: established relationship with spencer & fem!reader, mentions of blood & wisdom teeth related themes, spencer just being a total goof & lover boy (season 1 spencer particularly)

note: thank you so much for the request! & thank you for the compliment, you’re so kind anon! i hope you enjoy 💌

“… here is a list of his prescribed medications. they should be ready to be picked up at his selected pharmacy later today…”.

with his eyes shut, spencer tried to listen closely to the muffled voices from the hallway as he breathed in & out through his nose, his mouth feeling heavy from his swelling cheeks & gauze pressed firm into his gums.

he couldn’t shake the cold feeling that still spread from hushed head to his toes, knowing that it was from the local anaesthetic his dentist administered.

but it still made his stomach a little queasy.

“are you feeling a bit warmer now, baby?” a soft voice spoke with accompanying footsteps, causing spencer to open his hazel eyes.

he looked at you a little hazy, eyes blinking slow as he tried to speak, but the action hurt more than he thought it would.

leaning closer to the long chair he occupied, you grabbed one of his hands & rubbed a star like pattern onto his knuckles, shushing him gently. your touch sent shivers down spencer’s spine, spreading all over his skin like molasses.

it felt nice.

“gotta speak slow, spence. don’t want to hurt your mouth too much okay?”.

your eyes scanned his face, lips turning into a sympathetic smile because you could see the exhaustion & pain riddled in his face, causing you to rise your free hand to smooth the cress between his eyebrows.

he spoke your name slow & choppy, mumbling the word ‘girlfriend’ three times in a row for good measure. his voice was muffled by the gauze that pressed into his bleeding gums, but you got the message loud & clear.

you squeezed his hand, palm warm against his cooler one. “i’m right here, baby. we’re gonna go home soon when you’re a little less loopy”. but spencer wasn’t satisfied with your response.

he groaned, more so whined, as mumbled your name with desperation. “i miss her… have you seen her? she’s my girlfriend”.

a nurse typing at the computer inches away couldn’t help but snort.

but you decided to play along & see how long it would take for him to realize it was really you.

“hmmm, i think i saw her. what does she look like?” you asked as you adjusted the blanket over his body, watching spencer’s gaze fall onto your face like you were just another person.

it was like he was looking at you through frosted glass.

closing his eyes, a sleepy smile graced his lips despite the movement making him wince uncomfortably, drool slipping out his mouth as he spoke. “pretty hair, pretty eyes, pretty face, smells like flowers… you sort of look like her” he said dreamily, & now you couldn’t help but snort too.

“oh really? that’s so sweet” you could feel your face growing warm. “how long have you two been together?”.

“long time… many moons…” you laughed his emphasis of saying the o’s.

“you must love her a lot, hmm?”

“so so so much,” spencer emphasized. “she’s my favourite person on earth, besides my mom”.

you wished you were recording his for your own personal stash of ‘spencer reid being the most adorable person ever’ moments, but you didn’t have the heart to pull your touch away from him.

brushing a stray strand of hair off his forehead, you lightly frowned when he leaned away from your touch.

“my girlfriend won’t like you doing that” spencer blinked at you again, watching his eyes scan over your form as he tried to process who you were in his mind, but it came up blank. probably for the first time ever.

you looked so familiar. it was on the tip of his tongue for sure.

“i’m sorry” no you weren’t. “does she do that often?,” he hummed. “what else does she do?”

this got spencer to kick into full tangent mode despite the ache in his jaw, animatedly lifting his hands from the blanket as he listed various things you do in fact do for him. you nodded your head & listened intently to each one, feeling your heart ache with each sentiment he said as you wiped blood-tinted salvia from his chin with a kleenex.

“… she knows what shampoo i like, buys me lots of sweater vests, does this thing when she holds my hand—her hands are always so soft… reminds me of… ” spencer began to drift off there, eyes drifting from the button of your cardigan to your hand on his, thumb rubbing stars onto his skin.

a surprised gasp left his lips then, eyes snapping back to yours like he just solved a case. your name rolled off his tongue languidly, a tear rolling down his cheek, eyes shining with admiration when he processed everything he was seeing; your smile lines, that twinkle in your pupil, the freckles he loves to kiss repeatedly… it’s you.

“i can’t believe you’re here!” gleaming with happiness, spencer intertwined his fingers with yours hurriedly, wanting needing you closer because he missed you so dearly, because he yearned for your touch.

wiping the tear that slipped down the apple of his cheek, the sound of your sweet laughter caused spencer to visibly swoon.

“of course i’m here, spence. told you i’d take care of you” you pressed a cautious cheek to his swelling cheek, his skin flushing pink as if the gesture just brought him back to life.

his eyes soon fell closed again as he scooted ever so slightly closer to you, nuzzling his cheek into your palm for relief as the dentist walked back into the room. she was clearly amused with the scene, but didn’t comment on it.

within minutes, the two of you were given the go ahead to leave, but not without a starter care kit & instructions on how to replace the gauze & clean spencer’s wisdom teeth sockets.

“i think i dreamed of your eyes when i went under” he mumbled as he practically stuck to your side like glue while you two walked through the parking lot, his body weight supported by your arm wrapped around his torso. “your irises are my favourite, they look like marbled ice cream…”

you just shook your head & played into his antics, doing your best to get him securely sir in the passenger seat without hitting his head on the car door frame. it took longer than you expected, leaving you huffing for a breath of air once his seatbelt clicked in place.

“don’t move too much, baby. just relax while i close the door. we gotta pick up your medication before we go home”.

“but i don’t want to let go of your hand” spencer pouted, the once white gauze in his mouth now turning into a darker shade of pink.

kissing his temple, you gave his hand one final squeeze. “you can hold it again when i get into the car. deal?”

“okay. i love when you call me that”.

“baby?”.

spencer broke out into the best toothy grin he could muster at the moment when you said the pet name once more.

he earned another kiss for that.

for the entirety of the drive to the pharmacy, your hand stayed in the safety of spencer’s lap with his fingers continuously dancing across your skin. he would ramble facts about your palm lines & how he thinks your his soulmate due to your fingerprints, while you occasionally had to remind him not to try touching your eyes as you drove.

you’re not so sure if there was a scientific method to prove that your fingerprints do in fact mean that both of your souls are tied to one another, but you were definitely sure of one thing; you wished you could hold onto spencer’s hand forever & never let go.

[ineed-to-sleep]

Don't wanna be a bother but I bumped into ur touchstarved oc stuff and do you have any pointers for drawing in the touchstarved style? I can't really nail it down 100% but you do so... pretty please?

Hii yeah ofc, it's no bother at all no worries! You sent me this at the right time actually jsdhksd I'm in the middle of redesigning Emma right now and I've been taking a close look at the art style again, so it's all fresh in my mind!

Assuming you already have your design ready and have found a pose or composition you like, replicating the art style will probably come down to getting the lineart and shading to look similar.

About the lineart:

Probably goes without saying, but you'll need a pen with the opacity turned off to get the clean, ink-like lines. If you use CSP I recommend the default textured pen, which I think has a similar look, but honestly any pen will do.

The thing you have to look out for the most when doing the lines is the darkest shadows. It's a bit tricky to explain, and I think a lot of it comes with practice, but you have to look for the places where the darkest shadows would be, or where the light could barely reach. Once you spot them, instead of shading them you create a sharp shape and paint them black, like so:

I also recommend varying the thickness of your lines, but not at random. Instead, try to keep lighting in mind while you draw them. You could draw one continuous thin line for something, and then only thicken it where it falls away from the light, or where it'd create an occlusion, or wherever you want a shape to stand out from another. A thick line will essentially either "push back" or separate things in space, while a thin line will pull it forward or make things look like they're closer together.

You can also exaggerate the shadows in order to create more contrast. Like in the case of Kuras' sleeves and coat, for example- you could argue that some bounce light could still get in there, but with the shadows exaggerated it creates a really nice, clean shape. You can also separate these shapes from other lines by leaving a small space between them and the lines.

The metal might look a bit different, but it follows the same logic as everything else- your darkest shadows will be pure black. It might look like it has more shadows but that's just because it's more reflective, so the light is usually concentrated on highlight and bounce light areas, so the tones around those areas will be darker.

About the shading:

From what I've noticed, it's all about keeping it subtle and simple. If you color pick the characters, you can see the variation between light and shadow is subtle and not all that contrasting. Most of the contrast is done with colors, not values.

The light source is usually from the top right, characters are pretty well lit, and there's a little bit of a blue backlight from the left that helps them stand out against the backgrounds.

The shading is mostly sharp, cel shading, rarely blended. Wherever there's blending, it's usually subtle or a gradient

They also use gradations to indicate color shifts, like the colors in Leander's coat. You can do this with the gradient tool or an airbrush.

I recommend picking 1 color for light, 1 color for shadow, and maybe 1 inbetween midtone to use sparingly in places where you want a very subtle shadow. You can go more fancy if you're trying to create something that looks more like the game's CGs, but if you're going for the same look as the sprites, it's better to keep it simple.

You can shade manually each part of the character, or you can try using a multiply layer. For multiply, I like shifting the color towards a warm or pinkish tone and keeping it light and desaturated to get a similar look as the sprites.

Highlights are used very sparingly, only on a few places like the nose, mouth, eyes, and a few on the hair. Maybe occasionally somewhere else, but only if necessary, like in the case of very reflective materials like metal, gold, glass and leather.

The characters also usually have subtle textures on their clothes, and you can quickly create something similar by using a textured brush and an overlay or multiply mode. Like so:

It's subtle, but makes a difference in my opinion! You can try this with a lot of different textured brushes to get the exact look you're going for.

That's all I could think of right now! If you have any questions or wanna know anything specific I didn't mention here, let me know!

[imadhatt3r]

It kinda irks me when people call Black Mask "Truekechi", because that's not really the case...? Not entirely, at least.

I mean yes, of course, Black Mask IS a part of Akechi's personality, I'm not denying that. The thing is, that it isn't Akechi's WHOLE personality. This kid just went through the biggest crashout of his life, his whole plan he's been meticulously working on for years failed, and the worst part is that it didn't even lead to what he was after, so he didn't even get the revenge he wanted. Of course he's unstable and edgy, I mean, who wouldn't be?

That is not to say that his anger and edginess aren't a part of his "true self"; I'm sure that his glee at taking out shadows is absolutely real, for example, but I believe that it comes from him just being angry in general- at Shido, at Maruki, and at himself. Akechi is rough around the edges, has a short temper and has a tendency to look at others from above, but the situation he's in boosts these parts of his personality as a sort of defense mechanism.

I think that his mementos conversations give a really good insight into this too; Perhaps it's due to my older age compared to the characters in-game, but a lot of Akechi's lines feel so... Forced on his side? He's the one to bring up that other Thieves probably don't want to have him on the team, or that they're unsettled by how he fights, but nobody even said anything about it in the first place...? Even other characters seem kinda done with his act, either that or they accept him being on the team due to their shared goals; Some are even quite nice and friendly, all things considered. This just feels like Akechi's self-loathing twisting itself into this kind of quips because he himself doesn't want to get too comfortable on the team; He's scared of growing closer to the other Thieves, so he tries to keep them at arm's length. He can't just tell them "I think I'm a horrible person" straight up (his pride wouldn't let him), so he has to make himself "unappealing" in other ways.

There's also the other side of these conversations, where you can see him just... Being a kid. He whines about being hungry, or thirsty, or his legs getting stiff in the car, he talks about mundane things with other Thieves like graduation or sports... He's just a teenager as much as his teammates are- it's just that the others weren't hired as assassins at 15 and didn't grow up obsessed with the plan to kill their father. His emotional development and maturation process have clearly been impacted, on top of everything else he had to deal with. So he may act "adult" and more mature than others at first glance (at least before he reveals Loki), but inside he is just as much (if not more, in some aspects) of a kid as the other Thieves are. This means that he is still at the age and mental development level where he is still figuring out himself, who he is, what path to follow etc. It also means that he is prone to being overly dramatic, emotionally extreme, and have poor emotional control- you know, teen stuff.

The key to it all becomes his ultimate persona, Hereward. We all know that Akechi has two personas, but he doesn't get two ultimate personas, he gets only one. I think that it's symbolic of his psyche slowly melding itself into one again. It's not that either one of his "sides" was truly fake or real; Both the Detective Prince and Black Mask ARE parts of the "real" Akechi- it's just that he has been systematically compartmentalizing his whole self into two for YEARS. The awakening of his ultimate persona is him starting the process of healing and allowing these two sides of him to mix and reconnect back into one.

I honestly think that, with enough time and the right environment, Akechi's most extreme traits would even themselves out, and he would stop being AS short-tempered, snarky, and blood-thirsty as he is in the game. He will never be the perfectly plesant Detective Prince, but he also won't be the angry, self-loathing and vengeful Black Mask. He will be something new, something different, a fusion of the two opposite ends of his personality spectrum. Only then he will live as his fully true self.

[alicepooryorick]

The most fun I've ever had was when my friend started half seeing this guy. Now she had a crush in him, but she has horrible tastes, and I hated this guy.

So, I decided, I'd bully him. I historically have been a hella manipulative person who, unfortunately, was good at it, so bullying... It's kinda easy.

Now this guy thought he was pinnacle of masculinity. A real Heracles, Arnold Schwarzenegger type.

He looked like a twink.

Now, understand I'm mid transition. I'm kinda just vaguely unsettling in a queer, unmasculine way.

I'm also like, constantly next to my best friend who he wanted. If you wanted Her, you bad to put up with me. Basically this guy was forced to be nice to me as well as my friend.

But I also give off enough signs that I'm amab that I make men... Kinda uncomfortable, because I'm VERY confident when I'm going for stuff like this.

I proceeded fir the next month to slowly but surely deny this man any vestige of masculinity he had. I already bought coffees for my friend and often got us take out when studying, so whenever I knew he'd be joining us I'd "forget" and bring my friend and I take out (denying the masculinity of providing for a woman)

I'd question his every weakness, he tried once to bond with me (while I was in a skirt mind you) by saying "women, am I right" and I managed to have him conceded that he was afraid of the level of connection my friend had with me and her other female friends.

It got to the point where this guy who would BRAG about how he was a boxer to keep the women in his life safe would avoid me. Genuinely change direction he was walking if he saw me. He almost ran into a wall once because of this.

And then, I stopped. I became friendly with the guy. Like I was never anything but. Like we went wayyyy back.

:)

the correct response to any man criticizing your body is to immediately say whatever you have noticed and politely declined to say about his. however you have to be ready to deal with the ensuing freakout, because he WILL have one. i have done this many times

[seros-girl]

Hai bestieeeee! I've thought about this for a fic that I'm sure ONLY YOU can create (bc you write the best fics in my opinion). Basically, it's prom at UA (or wtvr, a school dance of some sort), Katsuki and y/n are dating, slow dance to Golden Hour by JVKE, corny stuff said about how much they love each other and shit (the whole couples shebang). At some point, Kats sees y/n dancing with some friends, having the time of their lives under the LED lights, looking BEAUTIFUL. After the dance, when they go back to the dorms, y/n decides to sleep over in Katsuki's room...iykyk (I'M ASKING YOU TO HAVE SOME SLOW-FUCK SMUT IN IT IF YOU COULDN'T TELL)(Only if you're good w it tho <3) -love the soups😁

oh how i love this idea, i’ve enjoyed writing it!! i hope you love it!!

“there all done” momo said as she helped tie the back of your prom dress. the most beautiful shade of orange, made out of silk material.

mitsuki made it specifically for you, tailored to your needs. “bakugo is going to die” jiro said, hand on her chest as she admired you.

you slipped on the black heels that hagakure eagerly handed to you. “bakugo deceased!” mina says excitedly as she spins you around.

you and the girls of class A have the tightest bond considering there is only 6 of you. you walk out of momo’s dorm, hand in hand with mina.

you all giggled as you walked down the flights of stairs to reach the common room. your giggles died down as you reached the last step, eyes immediately landing on bakugo.

his mouth parts slightly as he sees you for the first time that day. mina whisked you away from him for the whole day to make this moment all the more special.

kirishima notices bakugo’s stiffness and smirks at denki and sero. he claps bakugo on the shoulders and leans in. “you should start walking to her you know” he says, tone low only bakugo can hear.

“i know that shitty hair” bakugo replies, calmly almost as if he’s out of it, cause he’s still staring directly at you in awe.

you slowly walk towards him with the biggest smile on your face, he meets you in the middle and smiles down at you.

“hi” he breathes out, nervously. “hi” you breathe out too, taking in how he looks for the evening. “you clean up nice” you smiled up at him as he leans in closer to you.

“you look beautiful” he whispers to you as he places a loving kiss on your forehead. “pictures!” mina yells as its heard throughout the common room.

you intertwine your fingers with bakugo’s as you led him out of the common room and in front of the dormitory complex.

“the girls first” mina shoves her phone into kirishima’s hands as he fiddles with it. you pose with the girls, smiles and all as kirishima and the other boys snap pictures for you guys.

“bakugo and y/n come on” mina ushere you and bakugo to pose next to each other. “hand on her waist man” kirishima says giving bakugo pointers.

you giggled as bakugo scowls but places his hand on your lower waist. talk about hand placement. you smiled widely as one of your hands rested on katsuki’s chest, your body turned towards him.

as mina snapped the pictures, bakugo’s hand would move lower and lower. “nice hand placement bakuhoe” mina winked at the both of you as bakugo finally starts to drag you away.

katsuki leads you towards the gym where the staff spent the day decorating just for you third years. loud music can be heard as you walk in, your heart thumping to the sound of the bass.

you claim a table as bakugo says he’d be back with drinks for the both of you. “this is so exciting!” mina says as she sits next to you.

her red dress compliments her pink skin tone. “wait shoot mic is taking our prom pictures?! lets go!” denki says dragging poor jiro along.

you giggled as jiro looks back and mouths a ‘help me’ with the biggest smile on her face. “here” you hear bakugo say as a drink lands in front of you. he takes the seat next to you and pulls his chair closer to you.

“ugh i cant handle you two im out” mina says winking at you and getting up to find kirishima. bakugo’s hand lands on your knee.

“you look absolutely stunning” he says eyes trained on your face. you blush and look down, avoiding his gaze. “no we dont do that” he says gently lifting your face back up to meet his eyes.

“well you look really handsome kats” you compliment him back. even after 2 years, you still get those butterflies around katsuki.

“ponytail did wonders on your face” he says and moves your hair behind your shoulder, his hand coming up to your face to gently caress it.

“she only enhanced your features and i find that absolutely beautiful” he says and you smile at him, leaning in to his touch.

“were stealing her” ochako says as she grabs your arm gently. you get up and giggle at katsuki. “i’ll be back” you said to him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“pictures now!” mina says marching towards your guys’ english teacher. “mina slow down!” hagakure giggles out, her green hair bouncing around.

“whats up present mic” mina greets him with a handshake. “yo yo yo whats up!” he says and smiles at all of you.

“the girls of class A alright huddle up!” he says and you all huddle around together. you were in the front with jiro, hagakure, and tsu.

“say plus ultra!” present mic says as you all smiled yelling out a ‘plus ultra!’. “aizawa will give these photos to you in class on monday. go on enjoy your prom” he says to you guys and you thank him.

mina stops walking as you all turned to look at her. she looked sad. “whats wrong mina?” jiro asked placing a hand on her shoulder.

mina shook her head as she fought off tears, “i just wish miss midnight was here to see all of this” she says.

“i dont mean to kill the mood its just,” she pauses as she sighs out, “i really wish she was here”

momo pulls her into a hug as you all followed. “okay we can cry after come on” mina laughs softly as you all dispersed from the hug.

“thank you” she says gratefully as you all smiled at her. “okay she’s mine now!” ojiro says grabbing hagakure and walking off with her.

tokoyami comes out of nowhere and grabs tsu. “m’lady” denki says grabbing jiro’s hand. she rolls her eyes playfully as denki drags her away.

you giggle as bakugo comes up and grabs you by the waist. “come on” he says and whisks you away to the dance floor.

you dance your heart out with bakugo for an hour. “oof my feet are killing me” you said as you sat down. sero was sitting on his own at the table.

“hey whatcha doing sitting down?” you asked him as you kicked off your heels and rubbed at your toes to soothe the ache.

“got no date” he shrugs looking at his friends. kirishima and denki dragged bakugo to some dance as mina and jiro danced off together to the side.

“you dont have to have a date to have fun” you said reassuring sero. “i know you wanted to be here with toru huh?” you asked him and he turns his head to you.

“she makes more sense with ojiro” he shrugs. you looked around the gym, your eyes land on a girl from class B. “look at yui” you said nodding your head in her direction.

“looks like she needs someone” you smirked at sero as he looks at her. “you think she’ll want to dance with me?” he asks you and you nod.

“oh hell yea” you said. golden hour by JVKE starts playing and you slip your heels on again. “just in time for the slow dance go on” you ushered him and het gets up immediately booking it to her.

bakugo comes over and takes both of your hands, pulling you up. he leads you to the dance floor and his hands find home on your waist.

yours immediately wrapping around his neck as he softly sways the both of you. “how has your night been?” he asks you as he holds eye contact.

oh how you’ll never get tired of bakugo’s crimson eyes. “been amazing having you by my side” you said sincerely as you smile.

he presses a loving kiss to your forehead, “you know i love you right?” he tells you and you nod, leaning in closer to him. “mhm and you know i love you right?” you tell him and he nods.

you lean up and press a light kiss to his jaw. “youre so handsome, i cant believe youre mine” you said as you cupped his face in one of your hands, him immediately melting at your touch.

“and youre the most precious girl ever” he says leaning down and capturing your lips with his. you kiss back immediately, your hands moving towards his hair.

he pulls away to kiss down your cheek, your jaw, your neck as you giggle. “i love you” he breathes against your skin. “and i love you” you said.

the songs comes to an end as present mic switches up the beat. you and bakugo pull away, trapped in each others arms, you smile at him.

“were stealing her again” momo says to bakugo as he groans but ultimately lets them take you away. “sorry bakuhoe” mina giggles as kirishima laughs.

“BAKUHOE” kirishima, denki, and sero laugh. the lighting in the gym has switched up to match the vibe. LED lights change from red to purple to blue to green to yellow and repeat.

you hold onto mina’s hands as you jump in place together, screaming out lyrics together. bakugo watches from afar as he sips on his drink, todoroki and izuku engrossed in conversation as their dates dance with each other.

momo and ochako giggle together and twirl each other around. “look at our girls” kirishima says standing next to bakugo.

bakugo doesnt respond as he watches the smile on your face never fade. jiro pulls her phone out as she holds it as high up as she can. “cheese!” the girls screamed out and laughed. it can be heard throughout the gym.

“wheres sero?” denki asks and bakugo nods his head in the direction of sero and yui. “sero’s got game” kirishima and denki fist bump each other.

the night comes to an end as the gym slowly dies down. your feet are killing you, but you still have the walk to the dorms.

“want me to carry you?” bakugo asks you as you grab your purse. “no baby its fine” you said waving it off but he still scoops you up anyway.

“why cant i get princess treatment” mina whines out as she trails behind everyone, her feet killing her. “oh my mina!” kirishima exclaims running back to pick her up.

you rest your head against bakugo’s chest. “can i stay in yours tonight?” you ask him softly. he looks down at you and kisses your forehead, “mhm”.

“goodnight guys” you said to kirishima and mina as he carries her into his room. bakugo gently puts you down on his bed as he kneels down to remove your heels for you.

once off you sigh in relief. he gently moves your toes around to soothe them and you giggle. “what?” he asks with a smile. “nothing” you said looking down at him.

he stands, removing his tie in one go. you sitting there, engulfed in his blazer, is doing something to him. he throws his tie somewhere in his room and hovers over you.

his lips make contact with yours in a slow, desperate kiss. his hands grip your waist as yours tug at his hair. your nervous.

you and katsuki have never done it before and you have a great feeling, tonight is the night. prom night duh of course.

katsuki’s hands roam your sides, trying to memorize every inch of you. you hum into the kiss as you move your fingers down to the buttons on his shirt.

you slowly start unbuttoning them as he pulls away to look at you. “are you sure?” he asks out of breath. his cheeks are slightly red and his lips look swollen and pink.

“mhm” you say nodding your head with sureness. “now kiss me” you say unbuttoning the rest and pushing the shirt off.

your hands move across his chest, feeling every muscle he has. “gosh youre so handsome” you whisper out as he grabs your thighs and gently pulls you closer.

“‘m not sure if i want it with your dress on or off” he sighs out as he moves down to press kisses to your neck. “youre pretty both ways” he breathes against your skin.

his hands move towards your back as you arch yourself against him to give him access to untie the dress. he works his fingers to untie it all while kissing your neck, sucking & biting gently.

your soft moans fill the room, as quietly as possible. katsuki groans against your skin as he manages to untie your dress and the straps start falling down your shoulders.

he pulls your dress off for you gently, trying not to ruin it. “oh my” he says as he sees you for the very first time, ever. youre laying there, a matching orange lingerie set on your body.

“youre trying to kill me” he says as he hovers over you and kisses you. your hands move towards his belt, undoing it.

you undo the button on his dress pants and you slowly remove them, your lips never leaving his. he helps kick them off and grabs your waist bringing you closer to him.

his fingers toy with your lace panties as he sighs out. “these are pretty but” he says as he removes them for you. “i’ve never done this” he admits and you only smile at him.

“remember i havent either” you said reassuring him. “help me?” he asks as his fingers ghost over your pussy. “what makes you so sure i’ve touched myself before?” you smirk up at him as you lean up on your elbows.

he cocks his head to the side, “mina cant keep her mouth shut and you know it” he says smirking. you grab his wrist gently as you move his hand where you desperately need him most.

you wince as his fingers make contact with your throbbing cunt. “like this?” he asks as he gathers your wetness and spreads it around, hitting your clit.

“mhm” you manage out as you lean up to capture his lips with yours. bakugo gets the hang of it immediately, dipping his middle finger into your entrance as you moan into his mouth.

he gently curls his finger up and you arch into him. his thumb finds home on your clit as he adds another finger, stretching you out for him.

“kats- oh” you moan into his mouth as he pants softly. he stops all movement as his fingers slide out from you. “hey what are you-?” you ask him as he picks you up and places you gently down by the headboard of his bed.

he reaches into his bedside drawer, pulling out a box of unopened condoms. “kirishima gifted me these” he says as he fiddles with the plastic around the box.

you watch him struggle to open it and you giggle at his attempts. “want me to open it?” you ask extending your arm for the box. he reluctantly gives it to you and takes a seat next to you, hand rested on your inner thigh.

you opened it fast as you pulled one out handing it to him. “do the honors baby” you winked at him as he tears the foil and pulls out the condom.

he rolls it on as he positions himself on top of you, one of his hands holding your leg up against his side, the other on your waist to keep you steady.

“are you ready?” he asks you and you nod. “are you?” you ask him as he nods his head yes. he aligns himself against your entrance and slowly pushes himself in.

your arms fly around katsuki’s neck as your nails scratch his back. you dont make a sound as he pushes himself in even more. its not painful, only a slight discomfort.

he sighs as he’s inside completely and so do you. he stops to let a moment linger, making sure you are completely comfortable.

“you can move kats” you whisper in his ear as he gently starts rocking his hips back and forth. soft moans and groans is all you hear in katsuki’s room.

“oh god” he sighs out burying his head in your neck, kissing and gently sucking. “you feel so good” he says and you clench around him, him wincing from the pleasure.

“im close” you told him as he lifts his head to look at you. “i love you” he breathes out, hand coming up to caress your face.

“i love you more” you managed out as he brings you closer to him, your lips connecting. he kisses you gently as he keeps the steady pace going. “im coming” you said into his mouth. “im not far behind” he grunts as you both come at the same time.

katsuki gently thrusts into you a couple of times to ride out both of your orgasms. he collapses on top of you as you hold him against you.

“you and me forever?” he asks you and you nod your head immediately. “its you and me forever kats” you said as you lift his head up to gently press a kiss to his lips.

he softly pulls out, careful not to hurt you. he ties the condom off and disposes it into his nearby trashcan. “you wanna take a shower?” he asks you as he holds you in his arms.

“mhm it would be nice” you answer as he slowly gets up to start the warm shower for you both. he picks clothes out for the both of you as you sit up, his black sheets covering your naked form, you watch katsuki move around his room.

he helps you up as he leads you to the bathroom, peppering your shoulder and neck with kisses. the warm water hits your back and you sigh out in relief.

“i love you” katsuki says as he wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your shoulder. you lean back into him with a content smile on your face. “i love you more” you said as you both swayed silently under the warm water.

you lean your head against katsuki’s chest and you listen to his heartbeat. after losing him once, you always make sure to listen to his heart beat anytime you can, just to make sure he’s really here.

“im here” he reassures you and you sigh out contentedly. “i know” you reply turning around to capture his lips with yours.

oh how you love your katsuki bakugo.

[monstas1ut]

Pull My Hair

SUGURU GETO x black!reader

Summary

__ Suguru wants to touch black!reader’s hair.. unfortunately she always says he cannot touch her hair, nobody but the lord knows that if he got one chance, he will not mess the opportunity up… especially since he wants to pull it during sex…

Content

Reader is implied to have a cute tall Afro puff! Wholesome stuff, more plot than smut! Hair pulling, wall sex, Suguru loves your hair,

___ brown skin can be dark, light, medium color.. whatever. brown is brown.. and it's gorgeous

“I finally did my edges the way I wanted it to be..”

A fraction of a chuckle poured out of the dark, mystifying male, closing his book with one hand. It had been about the disastrous consequences of war and fate that was inevitable. It was definitely a bit too gloomy for what was in front of him at the very moment, which was rays of sun on the color brown, you. The pages of the book were filled with disturbing absurdities that he took interest in, but the raven haired male would rather stare at you.

You were far more interesting than anything he could ever lay his eyes on, and he truly meant anything. He slid the book onto the side table by the soft couch he was sitting on, and he was fairly comfortable. His back was pressed nicely against the couch, his knees far apart. Suguru was settled nicely there, spread in his usual sitting position but to you it made your heart flutter everytime… he was sexy.

“You were in there for almost an hour, I’d hope so..” Suguru playfully teased, watching your little expression on your face turn slightly into a half smirk. Some people really dig deep into trying to figure out how you and Suguru even managed to date, but they just didn’t realize how much of a silly goose he was behind closed doors. It may be faint, but it was still there… Sometimes Suguru’s jokes tickle your lower stomach so badly that the floor is the only thing that can hold you.

“Do you likeee it? The last time I had my hair like this was in middle school..” this was normal, your regular banter of sorts, but Suguru was genuinely deep in thought. Maybe his dark eyes looked over you around 6 or 7 times already, giving his lips a dangerous lick as he tried to adjust his sitting position.. lightly lifting his hips. There was something about you embracing your natural beauty that had him fawning over you… hard. Could anyone blame him? Your hair was rarely out in a way that he could actually see that pretty pattern of hair.

“It suits you very well..”

Time gave into the fantasy of stopping, that’s how it felt to you anyway. His words were so silky, his slight emphasis on the word ‘very’ almost had you running to the hills. His stare, his slight tilt of the head. There was an odd few seconds of sweet silence as your heart thumped quickly. “I’m going to assume touching it is off limits..” there was only a little pout that surfaced on his porcelain face. He then slowly stood up to reveal his fierce height, his body covered mainly by the deepest black of fabric, his tee and wide legged pants

It’s days like this where he’d get mad at the mumble of the word ‘emo’.

Your eyes slightly widened, crossing your arms under your perfectly sized mounds. “Hell yeah it’s off limits. I have to make this hairstyle last-..” Suguru slightly scoffed the second the last word left your plump lips. He wasn’t angry or anything… however he was poking at your bullshit.

“You always tell me not to touch your hair.. not just this time..” Suguru didn’t know why, but there was something about the word cant. Why couldn’t he? Why was it so off limits? He wouldn’t have messed it up… But as time passed of being so intimate with you, he couldn’t lie, he wanted to ruin you. Suguru is as cordial as it gets, but unfortunately when he can’t have something, he spirals. It was selfish in spirit, but everyone has their dark secrets.

“Cuz you’ll mess it up. Like you said, the edges took me almost an hour. Do you have the patience to do that?” The sass that came from your words was harmless, but the tilt of the head you did made him a little more on the agitated side.

“I do actually, but even you know that” shooting right back at you with playful banter, Suguru’s soft, lanky fingers reached out to touch your wrist. His pale skin was on the warm side today, it could be possible that he was flustered from your new look. Suguru was a simple man, his body got warm over the littlest things you’d do. But unlike most , he kept it very quiet and self contained.

“I’d do anything that’ll give me a chance to touch a special part of you. Anything that’s.. you.. I would love to touch it with my fingertips..” his hands slipped to your fingers, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles in a lovesick manner. His way with words was dangerously soft, it caused your spine to straighten up everytime. However , right now, your main focus was trying to understand his inability to move on. Your hair was simply your hair. There was no need to touch it, you didn’t need gross oils from his hands to mess it up, let alone ruin your edges. However, you just wondered about his obsession, was it truly about him loving your hair or was he just trying to annoy you. To be honest, it wasn’t the latter.

“You’re sick Suguru.”

“I believe I’m just fine, I’m only a man with specific needs, y/n” his words hid no lie, his scent pushing through your nostrils as he got even closer to you. Sometimes when you smell him, your mind goes blank. Suguru was a handsome man with a rough, sweet wood smell that would linger on. “But your needs are ridiculous. There’s no reason you should be begging to touch my damn hair. It ain’t gold.” Now it was just hilarious to you. Your little laugh might’ve been you giving in, maybe.

As a kid, you’ve known others that would treat you as if you were an animal in a petting zoo. Their nasty hands touching your curls, ruining the hairstyle just for the touches. It was about respect of all things, however the more you looked at it, the more you realized how unfair it was to Suguru. Your sensual natured lover respected every boundary you put up, and he never tried to jump it. He’s never really gotten a good feel of your hair in it’s natural state. He knew he couldn’t, but the opportunity he had now was gracious. Suguru knew he was quite sick for this, but he wanted to rule out what he could not do. Suguru wanted to feel the curl pattern, the texture, the soft strands of you.

While he had an underlying motive, it was merely about the love for your hair and getting closer to you. Suguru wanted nothing more than to run his fingers through the cloud like puff and hold tight. And whether he roughs it up or not, he would indeed spend as long as he has to so he could fix his mess ups. He just wanted one chance…

“I’d actually enjoy it if you taught me how to do your hair. If I agree to helping you do it, would you change your thoughts about keeping me away?” Suguru had such a light look on his face. His smile practically caressed you while his fingers gently intertwine with yours. He just needed one chance, one soft grab or a twirl. Selfish he was, but he cared little. Your beautiful facial features were attacking him right now, almost telling him how wrong and right he was.

His soft, romantic grip on your hand made your heart flutter. Let alone his sweet glances towards your curly, juicy ends. For some reason this moment between the two of you felt deeply intimate, sexually intimate. You didn’t know what it was, but Suguru’s eyes were looking very sultry.

“Maybe..” you blurted, giving into his looks. He tilted his head a bit, his flowy, jet black hair going with him. He had his hair out today, no hair tie restrictions, so his looks were now far from just a ten. “You know, the day you actually let me.. I won’t wash my hands for weeks..” Suguru playfully joked, his more humorous side sliding out as a smile was plastered onto his face. It really did bum him out, but he would never force you… even if he wanted to touch your hair badly. Even if he wanted to pull it during the most intense sex.. he just never did.

“You’re losing it…” you lightly laughed before the world kind of disappeared around you. It happened so quick, and Suguru was the only person, human, soul you could see. He leaned down , his tall frame overpowering but he pressed his forehead against yours. His silky hair tickled you just a tad. “That’s alright…” he whispered, and even if he did, his voice was still deep and rumbling. Your face was hot, especially when his lips ghosted against yours. That was the exact second you forgot why you even did your hair. You were supposed to go run errands with your friend.. that’s what was supposed to happen.

Unfortunately, Suguru had different plans. His lips pressed lovingly against yours, emitting a shiny spark. The world around you turned to static and his hands were the only thing you could feel other than his lips. Both your hands were against his, intertwining all your fingers. He had you locked and forbidden from leaving his grip. The sweet kiss was nothing but a distraction, but a good one nonetheless. You were so distracted by the soft lip bites and his naughty actions of sucking on your tongue that you didn’t notice he had gotten so close. His body was practically pushing against you while your back was seeping in the wall.

How did you even manage to get close enough to a wall?

Eventually you gasped, moving your head to the side to tell him you needed to breathe. But, Suguru took this as a nice little gesture of encouragement. Your neck was shown to the air, and his lips fluttered all around it.

“If you believe me to be crazy just because I want to touch your hair..you must never hear what else I’d want from you…” Suguru muttered this against your bronze skin, only having dreams of guiding you through sex with a fist full of curls. “Suguru…” you purred, feeling each touch of his lips. It made your pussy begin pulsing almost, your heart also beginning to pulse quicker.

“Suguruuu, I have to go.. lord- if I just let you touch it one time.. will you just drop it and let me go?” Your air was having a hard time staying in your lungs, his touches and his neediest actions ever were causing you to feel all mushy. He stopped his lips from caressing your skin only to pull away. His heart thumped hard and he almost lost his cool. He kind of widened his eyes but they softened into their usual state again. A warm feeling washed over him and the look in his eyes was almost pleading.

He said nothing. His hands unraveled from yours and he lifted one of them to trail up your arm. The soft feeling of it almost made you want to stay home, he seemed so desperate, he looked desperate. His eyes weren’t even on you anymore, the fondness in his eyes were directed towards your curls. He’s seen so many types of hair, loose curls.. tighter ones. He didn’t care if yours was either or, he knew the second his fingertips slipped onto a curl, he felt some harmony.

The texture was so soft yet so different from his own hair. This felt like how a perfect cloud plucked from the sky would feel like. His lanky fingers practically disappeared the way he slipped them into the depths of your puff.

“To think you’ve been keeping this feeling from me… how dare you..” Suguru said this lightly, almost flabbergasted at how much greater this actually was. He simply believed it would be soft. No, it was soft. it smelt so good , and he also noticed how your hair would appear shorter when in reality it was a bit longer than what your hair was showing now. He’d have to ask why..

“Suguru…” you muttered a bit, acting as if you didn’t enjoy it but who doesn’t enjoy someone running their fingers in your hair.. on your scalp, it was relaxing. Let alone his voice that began speaking praises. You told him sternly that it would only be one touch, but here you are letting him melt in the silence.

“Hm..?” he hummed, occupied but willing to listen to your words. But whatever it was, if it wasn’t to his liking he just knows he won’t listen now. Suguru was a man that truly wants what he wants, there’s no negotiation, and if there is, he’s lying. “You need to let me leave now..” you whispered, but all you received was Suguru’s fingers caressing the back of your hair, his darkly tinted eyes staring into yours.

“I refuse. That is only because I’d enjoy it if I got to play with your crown a little bit longer…” His words lingered like a sweet smell of cologne. His eyes peered into you as his forehead once again met yours. For some reason you just couldn’t decline. You couldn’t stop him nor your thoughts. The second you felt his fingers slip in your curls and a slight tug was made, you gasped. Your eyes widened and your body felt the urgent lust that infected you and your brain.

He just pulled at your hair.

Why did you like it? In that minuscule moment, you found yourself angry but lust took over. Pleasure took the cake. Every bit of naughty thought you had rushed to your clit, it tingled and pulsed. The pleasurable feeling in your lower stomach needed to be dealt with, and it was just unfortunate how this only occured because he pulled your hair. It was sensitive. Doing this showed dominance, he wanted you and your pretty hair in his grip. Could you blame the man?

“Sug-..”

“ Would you kiss me again…?” his soft breath was right on your lips, your eyes never left his, and his raven eyes never left yours. It’s moments like these where you could actually hear a pin drop.

Suguru behind doors was nothing but a man who would fein for the pretty lips on your face and the ones between your legs. He loved you dearly, and to get the opportunity to actually see your withering and your begging while he dug deep in you was like a dream. He needed you in many different ways. He had you right here, right in the palm of his hand. Your pathetic, gorgeous expression right there looking up at him.

Nothing more was said, only your hands moved to grip at his shirt, pulling him down slow to seal the kiss he begged for. It wasn’t rough, it was soft and mesmerizing. That was what he wanted, his hands having a fist full of your heavenly sent hair and his lips pressed against yours. He had it a few seconds ago but this was different.. he had you stuck and bound. Submissive, not weak but willing. The kiss was nasty, you took initiative to suck on his bottom lip, coercing a moan from him before his other hand slipped off into deeper netherlands. Your insides curled up, a soft moan slipping from your throat.

The feeling in your body was like how people explain how their body feels going down a steep hill in a car.

“Suguru please-..” you whispered, feeling his hand still gripping your pretty curls in the back of your head. His other hand was digging in your pants, the soft pads of his middle finger rolled around your pretty clit. He wanted to make you more needy for him just like how he was for you, but you were already leaking. Your thoughts and his sudden actions combined to cause the sudden need.

“You’re already drenched… What is it that you enjoyed, hm?” It was teasing for him to say that, still swiftly playing with the pink pearl in between your legs. You didn’t just become wet from anything, he knew it was something specific he did. “Was it… this?” He purred, gently yanking your hair back again. It gave you a yelp, but what intrigued Suguru was your pretty little moan that traveled afterwards. How come you would yell at him not to touch your hair but this is how you act when it comes down to him actually touching it?

Suguru’s blood rushed to his dick.

He had to contain his unruly excitement, but the hand that wasn’t deep in your hair was shaking. He pulled both his hands away, making you jolt in confusion and anxiousness…. even shame. Was Suguru grossed out? Was he repulsed by your actions? All but the correct things were flowing into your mind, so much that you tried rushing from his vicinity.. you had to get away from his nasty mind.

“Ah… you’ve lost your mind if you believe-..” Suguru stopped talking as he reached his light muscular arm out, simply grabbing your wrist before you got any further in the house. “-you can leave me now..”He gently, but firmly yanked you closer like a small doll.. he swiftly ran his hand back into your curls from behind. Yes, your hairstyle was beginning to be a little messed up. That was especially true as he pressed your face against the wall.. All you could feel was his grip tighten on your strands of hair as his lips pressed against your ears. He then patted your ass a little.

“Pull these down for me… I’ll pull your hair~. That’s what you’d like, yes?”

“That’s not true!”

Suguru had dealt with a friend that enjoyed going back and forth with him constantly. So your little pleas and clap backs weren’t enough for him to fully give in.

“If it’s not true, why did you look so pleased when I pulled your hair..?” Suguru whispered in your ear, causing it to tickle and your lower stomach tightened up. You were aching for some release, knowing that, your body had given up on you as well. Maybe you did like it, no, you did like it and maybe it’s just the way he did it. Either way, you needed it more. So, you ended up kicking your shoes off and pushing your pants down your gorgeous legs. You couldn’t think of being shamed, not when Suguru was behind you with a terribly hard cock. You could feel it.

“No response… is it that you’ve given in?” His words kind of stung, Suguru would always revel in being right and finally getting what he wanted. Watching you kick away your pants and press your hands against the wall made him warm. He slowly moved his other hand to your back, the back of his index finger running down your lower back before hooking onto your panties and pulling them to the side. He saw the slightly sticky substance in your underwear, he felt it too.

“So gorgeous. I’d ruin the earth if you were taken from me.” He said without one stutter, he was so serious. Your panties were off to the side, revealing all you had to offer. His knuckles kind of rubbed against your clit, causing a sound to emit from your throat. “Crazy-..” you were cut off by the pull of your hair. Breathing in sharply, you shut your mouth and actually listened to what was happening around you. You could hear the drop of his pants hitting the ground. You also could’ve sworn you heard the ridiculous sound of his cock hitting his skin. It was just that heavy.

“Talk to me about it..” Suguru hummed, watching your body adapt to what was happening. You knew you were going to get fucked, so you were spreading your legs just a tad bit.. he liked that realization.

“About what..” you hesitantly replied.

“Your hair.. Everything about it intrigues me.” He admitted, and it was obvious.. his hand never left it. Your back was permanently arched as of right now, as long as he was still grabbing most strands of hair. You can admit however, it was cute that he wanted to know about it. Your eyes were hazy, feeling his heavy cock on your perfect ass. It made you stutter. You had to think of something, anything that would be interesting to him..

“My hair likes to shrink. It can look much fluffier and it can be long but I’d have to stretch it with a blow drier.. right now it’s pretty stretched… but if water hits it it’ll get shorter again-… fuck..” you choked up a little at the end, an uncontrollable moan releasing from you as you felt your boyfriend’s cock just slip inside of you. Suguru had a darker tip color, his veins weren’t hiding and his balls were large. Even he had to hiss a bit from the way your pussy contracted around him.

“Fuck…” you whimpered again, your mind going blank before those fingers in your hair gripped tighter. “Keep talking, baby. Tell me about it..” he huskily whispered, his own face slightly contorted in pleasure once he was actually inside. His cock was all wet and he could feel each inch of your pink walls.

The sound it made when he bottomed out in your pussy was absolutely slutty. It gushed and made the most smuttiest noises. How could you even speak about any more of it? Your mind was like rust, it seemed like he was draining you of your knowledge only to be there and dumb with dick inside you.

“How am I going to fix your hair after this if you do not tell me how to do it..?” He firmly asked, his hips slowly moving back before snapping forward. Your breasts were pressed sharply against the wall, still covered by your shirt. But, your hair was completely messed up, all out of the puff it was just in. “B-But-…” you shakily moaned as your legs weakened. He had you by your hair, the smell of it now stuck on his hand.

He probably won’t wash it.

“L-Lots of water.. g-gotta brush the ends first..” you choked out, your neck slightly burning as Suguru pulled at your hair tighter. His cock was beginning to dig into your pussy over and over. He obviously just wanted you to keep talking because he knew he could make you do it.. besides, you sounded cute and he knew he would be punished if he didn’t fix your hair afterwards.

“What else do I need to know? I know I didn’t lose you already…”

Suguru watched how broken you were becoming, that’s all he wanted right now anyway. There was something about gaining access to your precious jewel, your crown. After the first touch, he knew he couldn’t just let go.. you didn’t want him to let go either.

ⓒ Monstas1ut, do not copy

[sherriievalance]

ILL BE WATCHING YOU! paige bueckers.

SUMMARY: You—a new student from ASU just transferred to UConn for cheer, and start to see Paige everywhere you go on campus. ( first part of a new series ) WARNINGS: Second person point of view, fluff, cheerleader!reader, and that’s it!

You walked to your first class, it also being your first day at UConn. You had been transferred from ASU to UConn because of cheer stuff. But the way you had felt right now you couldn’t put into words.

You were used to Arizona, the nice weather, the hot burning sun, and most of all; used to ASU. ASU’s atmosphere, and the fact you had so many friends there.

Now it’s just you in the chilly Connecticut weather as you most definitely underdressed. You had worn leggings and an athletic top—which it was way too chilly for you to be wearing just that.

But as you pushed your thoughts away you stepped into the class, immediately heading for the back of the class.

You get yourself settled and pull out your laptop, hearing the professor ramble about something until he is shortly interrupted by a girl rushing in.

You see her apologize to the professor as she lightly jogs up the steps, sitting right next to you.

You’ve seen her before—maybe. She looked familiar you thought.

You are though quickly snapped out of your thoughts as she asks for a pencil, “Yo, you got a pencil at all? I kinda need one..” Her voice barely above whisper but still being able to hear the sheepish undertone to her voice.

You nod, “Oh yeah! I only have mechanical ones.” You smile, whispering back to her as you grab the pencil out your water bottle pocket on your backpack.

The girl swiftly grabs the pencil, immediately starting to write stuff down. “Thanks.” She shortly says, her gaze drifting back to you every few seconds.

You ignore her, not in a rude way but in a ‘I need to focus’ way.

“What’s your name?” She whispered again, tilting her head as her eyes flicker over your face.

You blink, you sort of mumbled your name as you were more focused on the professor. “Whats yours?” You ask right after, sort of interrupting the girl.

“My names Paige. It’s nice to meet ya.” Paige nodded, leaning back into her chair.

You nod, smiling politely as you go back to your work.

The class had finally ended an hour later, you had a break in between now and your next class. So you decided on going to the gym area—to just practice stretching and stuff. You had heard that a few other cheerleaders would be there so you weren’t nervous at all.

After walking around campus in attempt to find it you finally did, as you walked in you saw one side of the court with the cheerleaders and the other side with the basketball players.

You shrug as you get onto the court, lightly jogging over to where all the cheerleaders are.

The three other girls quickly introduced themselves, you introduce yourself after and immediately started clicking with them.

As you guys were stretching your gaze fell on Paige—the same Paige you saw in your first class.

As if she could feel your eyes on her, her eyes look right at you, making eye contact.

You awkwardly smile for a few seconds then go back to stretching, all of sudden feeling hot.

Paige on the other hand kept looking back at you, you being right there. Knowing Paige she’s never been scared to talk to any girls, that just wasn’t Paige. She’s usually cocky and quick to sweep girls off their feet—but you were different. You gave this giddiness in her chest when she saw you, and even though she’s seen you twice she knows you’re the one.

Paige gets interrupted as Kk stands next to her, following Paige’s gaze. “Ooo Paige has a crush!” Kk sarcastically says, laughing as she nudges Paige.

Paige’s face flushes and shakes her head, “I do not.” She defends herself, pushing Kk away.

Kk shrugs, “I meannn it sure look like you do.” She pauses, “Just talk to her or somethin.” She nonchalantly says, her gaze flickering between you and Paige.

Paige shakes her head, turning around to face the hoop. “I can’t and won’t, she’s different, I can’t just talk to her. And anyways she looks straight.” She shortly says, stumbling her words a little.

Kk snickers, “You won’t ever know unless you do somethin.” She mutters, going back to the other girls.

Paige turns her head, frowning a little, her gaze flickering back to you.

But as soon as her gaze went to you, yours already on hers.

You feel a light pink blush creep up to your ears, you smile at her.

Paige awkwardly returns the smile, nodding as she swiftly turns back around.

After an hour your mini cheer practiced had finally ended. You were sweaty like crazy as all your baby hairs were sticking to your forehead.

You said your goodbyes to all your cheer teammates a few of them walking with you, as you gave Paige one last smile as you said goodbye.

Paige stumbles her goodbye as she smiled back.

Kk comes up behind Paige, nudging her shoulder. “Yo, look what ya girl left.” She snickers, nodding her head towards your Stanley that you had left.

Paiges eyes look over to where Kk was nodding, immediately feeling that same giddiness in her chest. “I can bring her water bottle back to her, and I could talk to her!” Paige says excitedly, rushing to grab your light pink tumbler.

Kk nods, “Mhm.” She hums, turning back on her heels as she feels proud of herself.

Paige awkwardly holds your Stanley, bringing it close to her chest as she walks down the path you just went down.

Her gaze shoots around as it finally lands on you, Paige feels a nervousness in her chest as she walks up to you.

“Yo, you left your water bottle back there, and I just wanted to bring it back to you, so you have water for the rest of the day.” Paige somewhat confidently said but still stumbled over a few of her words.

You give her a wide smile, ushering your cheer teammates away. “Omg thanks Paige!” You beamed. As you grabbed your Stanley your fingers brushed against hers, a small blush appearing on your face.

“I don’t know what I would do without it.” You continued, having to look up at her to make proper eye contact.

Paige shrugs, “Yeah of course.” She nonchalantly says, her gaze flickering around your face.

“Well I’ll see you around, yeah?” You asked, tilting your head as your eyes scans Paige’s eyes.

Paige nods, dropping her mouth but pausing as she thinks of what to say. “Um yeah, I’ll see you around.” She try’s to say in a nonchalant manner again, but failing.

You give her one last smile as you turn on your heels, your heart racing as what feels like a thousand beats per minute.

While Paige’s is also, feeling a blush appear on her face as she walks back out onto the court.

this is going to a multi-fic series so be ready 👻

[thistlerock]

Was thinking about Fabian and Riz a lot. I love them they make me sick. Thought I'd share cause I'm not finishing any fics ever lmao.

Side note; in the beautiful kingdom of my mind both of these guys are aromantic (though Fabian is super romance positive) and these interactions are (queer)platonic to me. But hey read it however you want.

I want half asleep Fabian at a sleepover with The Ball, listening to him rant about his newest case, or schoolwork, or whatever he's working himself up about this time. But it's like three am and Riz is so visibly exhausted (and Fabian wants to sleep too! Usually he has a strict schedule, smh) because he's slept a combined five hours in the last three days he goes "You're gonna do great/figure it out, I believe in you. Now shut the fuck up and go to sleep." And it's like. Not even a conscious thing he just instinctively gives The Ball a bardic. Riz feels it. Pauses. Blinks. Smiles. "That's not gonna last until tomorrow." In the SOFTEST voice do you understand. "Then I'll just give you a new one when you need it." And he says it in this tone that makes Riz feel like throwing up (positive) because it sound as if it were obvious — and it is. There's something deeply comforting about the absolute confidence that half-asleep Fabian has in the fact that yeah, tomorrow and the day after that and for however long it takes they will still be friends. And close. And Fabian will still believe in him.

And then Riz lets himself be dragged into bed (they share because if you both have sleep related trauma and the worst abandonment issues ever then you have to cuddle with the homies for comfort.)

I want Fabian and Riz very very non sexually sharing a shower. Maybe they just got back from an adventuring assignment, and Riz is caked in dirt and maybe a little bit of dried blood, and Fabian uses the opportunity for what it is. "Can I do your hair again? I'll wash it." "Sure." (I think it's curly and he doesn't really. Treat it like you're supposed to. Fabian is the only reason it's kinda gotten better. Riz doesn't care that much but he like, indulges him. Cause for some reason Fabian seems to think it's a big deal.) (and it IS. Hair care IS a big deal to Fabian. Separate post I'm insane about him.) And next thing Riz knows he's sitting in his best friend's fancy bathroom and there's expensive smelling product in his hair and he's naked but Fabian isn't being weird about it, he's just scrubbing dirt off of his back because he totally lied when he said it's just about the hair. The Ball doesn't super take care of himself so Fabian jumps at any opportunity to get in there. And it's. Nice. Acts of service are a whole thing. I think for Fabian that's the love language that feels the most foreign, I think it's been so hard for him to unlearn selfishness and bluster even partially, I think he tries. I think he does this thing for his best friend because he loves him, and he expects nothing in return — not even praise. Not even praise even though that's the one thing he's always angling for. And they're both so quiet. And the water is warm.

I want Fabian waking up after a party with the worst hangover. Skull splitting open I want to die type hangover. I want him to wonder, idly, if his mother is going to come and drag him out to train anyway. It'd be dreadful, and yet he desperately wishes she would, because that'd mean she's invested in his training and would have to make an active effort to spend time with him rather than the other way around. I want him to be a little disappointed because he knows it won't happen. I want his heart to ache. But then "Oh, are you awake?" and his best friend is sitting at the end of his bed. Watching him with concern, lowering his voice because he figures Fabian is sensitive right now, having closed the curtains and stuff for the same reason, already offering him water and pain killers. All that. Just because.

"Why are you still here, The Ball?" "Why wouldn't I be? I promised to stay." Because last night Fabian, after being dragged to bed by a concerned Riz and halfway through a mental breakdown (because hey. Turns out he shouldn't have smoked whatever Durden was offering after already being so fucking drunk his body is not having a good time) begged his friend not to leave. So he didn't. In fact Riz stayed with him in bed for hours, holding him because he seemed like he'd need it, but he got antsy some time in the morning and had to get up. And he's sorry for that! But he didn't leave. "Not leaving" is kind of a vague promise he wasn't sure of the exact ramifications but like he stayed in the room until he had to piss- woah Fabian why do you look like you're about to cry did I say something wrong.

Like that. I want that. I want them to love each other so much. Something about non-sexual physical intimacy always gets me. Okay. Oh to have the kind of love that's familiar and comfortable and doesn't come with any expectations. Oh to have a friendship that doesn't have to be "more" because it's already everything. Who decided romance is "more" anyway. Throwing up. I am so ill about them.

[lucifertheanalyzer]

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Thank you!

Since whole Roise owning Alastor topic has been popping off, I am going to add my two cents. A24 has copyright posts with leaks in the past so I have put appropriate screenshot of Lucifer on it.

I have no issue with topic of racism or racist characters existing in media. I am shocked that racist Sinners are not common in Hazbin, the closest we get into bigotry is Katie Killroy who is homophobic.

If Rosie is a racist, that is fine. She could be in Hell because of her cannibalism and her racism. I would not be surprised if she visited Human Zoos during her lifetime or owned slaves.

She knows that Alastor has is a man of color because he made a deal with her when he was alive, so her calling Al a 'pet' and 'telling him to rollover or go fetch" can lean into her racism.

As long it is written and viewed by the audience as bad and that Rosie deserves to be stay in Hell. In episode 7, they kind of lean into this with Rosie being a cannibal and the leader of a cannibal town.

The writers need to have characters to show some people cannot be redeemed and are rotten to the core because of their beliefs even if they are nice or helpful like how Rosie let her citizens fight for Charlie in episode eight.

Before I get deep into the dark stuff, the song has a tone issue. The song should not be a showtune with an upbeat instrumental. This is one song that should have dark instrumental to showcase how soul owning is an awful thing. Catchy instrumentals make us forget what the song is about, take Hey Ya! by Outkast. The song is about a complexity in relationships, but the beat is so catchy that you do not catch it, it is straight up mentioned the lyrics. I listened to this song which I was a child, and I did not know what the song was about until I was a teen.

Are fans supposed to be snapping their fingers and doing the twist to a song about the fan favorite being treated like a pet? This franchise needs more darker sounding songs like we are in Hell! give me those dark, deep melodies. Give me Hellfire from Hunchback of Notre Dame.

My issues are that all the writers for Hazbin are my knowledge are white, Alastor and Rosie's character have racist implications, and most importantly, you have to be aware of racist conspiracy theories before adding the element of racism in your stories.

Unlike everyone else, I do not think Rosie owning Alastor's soul is racist or the writers are wearing white hoods when cooking up this episode/song, you have to be carefully when it comes to the topic of racism regardless of your race or/and ethnicity.

In the casting sheet, Roise is said to have the "energy of a Jewish mother". We all know that Alastor was reworked into a mixed Creole man so the show can have a "pass" to have Vodou to be a part of his character. When Alastor was created way back in 2008, he was not a person of color. His demon appearance does not match his human appearance at all either. Demon Al is whitewashed, and he lost his 3b hair texture. Is being whitewashed a punishment for people of color in Viv's hell?! /lhj 😭

Anyway, having a Jewish-coded character in a show based off of a Christan version of Hell who is a cannibal is not it. I have Jewish characters and like a normal person I do research on groups of people that I am not a part of to make sure I am not falling into stereotypes when creating these characters. I read stories about Jewish people being told by strangers or classmates that they will be going to Hell for not believing in Jesus. If I was creating a story set in Hell, Jewish or Jewish-coded characters would not be in my story. Cannot forget that there is a conspiracy theory of Jewish people controlling Black people.

If your writing is such hot trash that a 4channer points it out the racism implications, it is time to close out of the word document, rethink your life choices, and start over again.

Ok, no more real-life stuff, back to the show. This tweet caught my eye. Al and Vel are the only Black Sinners that look human who are evil. Husk has been viewed as Black because Keith David only voices Black characters, but he is a furry. Sera and Emily are Black-coded, but Sera is viewed as Evil by the fandom even though she is just morality gray/thinks the exterminations are for the "greater good". Emily is the only Black coded character who is like a sweet person (because she is just Charlie, but species swapped).

I am fine with Black characters being morality fucked up or evil, but you need a balance. Like in real life, Black people are PEOPLE! We are complex like everyone else

I hope we see another Black sinner who is a good person because if this show ends with all Black characters being evil abusers who or enables abuse done by other characters, the only thing I have to say is holy shit. 😬

Here is a funny meme because why not.

This is one aspect of the leaks I wonder will be changed before release to avoid controversies. How Black characters are treated in media and by the audience has been a HOT topic for a couple of years now.

This is aspect of Hazbin I can be seen being written about negatively in a professional publication that discussions media and ripping the show apart for this or Black media analysis YouTubers who never heard of Hazbin being dumfounded by the song.

Imagine a song about a Jewish-coded woman owning a Mixed Creole man hitting the Billboard Top 100s. 💀 This is going to be a song that wins an award. /lhj

[soarelesiluna-ao3]

I would love to read a Bojere getting together scene that involves showering together. Maybe at first they joke around about one joining the other in the shower until they take the jokes too far and realize neither of them were joking at all

Yes yes yes!! Since BoJere week is rapidly approaching, I think I'll post this as a warm-up. I'm not yet sure whether I'll take part on it but I'm beaming with excitement over them since the last time they saw each other 🥹💙

Also just wanted to thank everyone for the 18 follows, it means the world to me to know there's people reading my silly little stuff 💙

I'm slowly going through my askbox - you can keep leaving stuff in the meantime. Have a great Labor Day and take well deserved rests!

Content under the cut!

Ps. I do love writing Jere's broken English. I truly do.

First night with Jere in Slovenia. The first night of a very few productive days upcoming. They had been talking over the phone about these days, excited like children who were about to visit the zoo. After such a long time of not seeing each other, it was just logical to be so hyped about reecountering their favorite people in the world, right?

Bojan's apartment sufficed for Jere to stay in - his friends understood the need for closeness with him, after all. Kris' old room was rearranged and made available for the stay. All day, the Finn had been talking about getting a shower, because he felt tired from the flight and needed a rest, but also wanted to get things done. Bojan, in turn, had started another inside joke to add to the collection - if he was too tired to take a bath, maybe he could help him out with that.

The thing of having so much of a bond with someone, is that you never know where the line between truth and joke is drawn in some occasions, and this was one of them. Bojan helped him figure out the shower and was about to leave, when the rapper let out a small whine.

"So you not shower with me?"

This made the Slovene stop for a second, as if trying to process a foreign language.

"What?"

"You said if I was tired you'll help me shower", Jere continued. "And I, uh, think I am, yes."

"Jerč... I don't think we'll fit into the shower..." Bojan bit his lower lip at the thought.

"No problem, nothing I not have seen before", the way he said it caused them both to laugh. "Come on, I'm sure we have good time!"

"Okay, sure..." Bojan grinned, and started taking off his clothes, leaving them in a messy pile by the sink. Soon, the both of them were standing in front of the other in the shower, warm water hitting their skin. It felt nice, it had been quite cold lately, so the warmth was pleasant. And the company was even better.

"Okay, now what?"

"Uh... I don't know", Bojan shrugged. "I think... I could help you out. Just relax and let me work my magic."

"Ooh, magic. You magic man, you. I like that."

Gentle hands reached for the shampoo bottle and pressed some of it into his palm, before starting to massage the dark hair to make foam.

"Your hair is growing again", the Slovene smiled. "Like it used to be back then. When we met."

"I still handsome guy, right?" Jere's question came out as playful.

"You could be bald and I still think you'd be the most beautiful man on Earth", the sweet words rolled off Bojan's tongue so easy it surprised him, despite it being three years of them together. "Don't do it though."

"Nah, I don't think I will. That's too much", a moment of silence passed before the Finn spoke again. "Will you wash me, too?"

"I'm here to help you out, am I not?" Bojan leant over his shoulder and left a small kiss, before grabbing a sponge and the bar of soap he always used. Then, he started gently rubbing it against his body. Another moment of silence. "I missed you. I missed touching your skin, having your scent close, knowing... I have someone to hold when I wake up."

"Oh, Bojan... I miss you too. Everyday. I know we talk a lot. But it's not the same. Never it's not the same. You are special. Very special. That's why I asked you to shower with me."

"Huh? How so?"

"Because... If I feel you, I know this is not dream."

A small smile appeared on the singer's lips, as he gently patted Jere's shoulder to tell him to turn around. Wrapping his arms around his neck, he leant in and started kissing him. A very slow kiss, as if his lips were trying to remember how it felt, despite having kissed many times since his arrival. A long-lasting kiss, that ended with Bojan hiding into the crook of his neck.

"I hope... This helps you a bit."

"It does", Jere left a kiss on Bojan's ear. "I'm so glad to be home. In your arms."

[cottoncandytrafficcones]

You have awakened me. So. Have fun with the consequences I guess.

Yalta, who is among the few women named in the Talmud and the second most mentioned woman, was an awesome woman who broke four hundred jugs of wine after a guest insulted women.

Serakh bat Asher, who shared the news with Yaakov that Yosef was alive (potentially through song or poetry), is probably immortal, or a the very least lived a very long life, as she was mentioned several times throughout Tanakh (and is apparently the only woman to be listed in the genealogical lists!)

Ildiko Rejto is a Jewish Hungarian two time Olympic and five time world champion foil fencer, who participated while having scoliosis and being deaf.

It is traditional during Birkat Kohanim, a blessing of the Kohens, to put your tallit over the head of one's child/children. This translated in my shul as all of the children came under one giant tallit.

We have a holiday for plants! It's called Tu Bishvat, and is considered the new year of the trees: in a song it's also called "Chag Hailanot," or holiday of the trees.

Golems. Are. Not. Just. Alchemical men made of clay to be used in any fantasy book. They are defenders of the Jewish people, and typically cannot speak.

Jews are as diverse as everyone else! We live/lived everywhere, and have even been to space (see: Judith Resnik, Jeffrey Hoffman, Garrett Reisman, etc.) There are Jews on almost every continent and from almost every country. Including places that you may not have thought Jews would be! Especially places where you didn't think Jews would be. There are historical communities and more modern ones, but in the end, Jews are diverse and different, again, just like everyone else.

At least, as far as I've been told, the whole "denomination" thing is really an Ashkenazi creation. Though it's been catching on in Sephardi and Mizrahi circles, it's really mainly an Ashkenazi thing.

Jews don't proselytize. There have been very few mass conversions, and I'm pretty sure none of them were forced. In fact, when a potential convert asks to join the religion, we're supposed to turn them away a few times to make sure that they're serious.

CONVERTS. ARE. HALACHICALLY. JEWISH. And we're not supposed to/ALLOWED TO distinguish them or bring up their lives before conversion. As the daughter of two baalei teshuva (returnees to religion) I personally feel like asking people about their journey is fine, but you have to be respectful. You can't imply they're not Jewish/religious just because of their past.

KAIFENG JEWS. HAVE STELES. AND A MEMORIAL BOOK. RECORDING STUFF. NICE.

LONG ONE INCOMING. From an essay I'm writing: The first written evidence there is of Jews in China dates back to the Tang dynasty. A merchant’s letter in Judeo-Persian, a term which refers to the many Judeo-Iranian languages spoken by Jews throughout the former Persian Empire, came from Dandan Uiliq, a site on the Silk Road. Additionally, dating back to the eighth century, there is a written selichah, or a penitential prayer, that was left in the Library Cave in Dunhuang, another one of the many stops on the Silk Road. There are mentions of Jews in China by medieval writers such as Ibn Khordadbeh (who describes Radhanite merchants in China), Abu Zayd al-Sirafi (who writes about a mass slaughter in Canton in which Jews, in addition to Muslims and Christians, were victims), and even Marco Polo, the famous Venetian explorer who resided in Kublai Khan’s court. However, it is often debated when Jews came together and settled as a community - additionally, it is questionable where they came from. Irene Eber, a leading Israeli sinologist and professor of East Asian Studies at Hebrew University of Jerusalem who passed away in 2019, claims that the Jews of Kaifeng “came probably from India and from Persia before 1120 as groups of merchants, travelling overland and by sea.” According to the Kaifeng Jews themselves, the community’s founders came from either Tianzhu (which one scholar argues could have designated the area of Judea) or Xiyu (which could mean any country from Central Asia to the Near East). Records of Judeo-Persian, included in the Kaifeng community’s Memorial Book, and the residual pattern of vowels used by the Kaifeng Jews rules out India as a place of origin, as neither is used in India. The Persian used by the Kaifeng Jewish community was written in the Bukharian dialect - it is possible that the founders or their ancestors lived in Bukhara or Central Asia on the routes of the Silk Road. Additionally, some Jews may have come from Yemen or lands influenced by Maimonides and settled in China as some of the Kaifeng Jews held similar daily, Shabbat, and festival prayers to those communities. According to Xin Xu, this may have occurred in waves of either Jewish slaves kidnapped by the Mongols or traders. Since at least the Han dynasty (206 BCE - ca. 220 CE), there has been a Jewish presence in China. According to N.M. Adler, in his Chinese Jews, there was the existence of a Jewish colony around the year 34 CE - historian Heinrich Graetz, however, maintains that Jews arrived in 231 CE as a result of persecution in Persia, a date confirmed by Father Gaubil, a French Jesuit who reported in the eighteenth century that the Jews of China had told him their ancestors had entered one thousand six hundred and fifty years beforehand from Xiyu, or from Tianzhu (with Tianzhu meaning India in modern Chinese and China’s western region in historical Chinese, and Xiyu referring to the region beyond Tianzhu). The Jews of Kaifeng themselves have, however conflicting, historical inscriptions that date their arrival to China during either the Song, Han, or Zhou dynasties. However, “scholars and historians agree almost unanimously that it was during the Song dynasty (960-1279) that the Jews came to Kaifeng and founded a community there.” Chinese Judaic scholar Xin Xu postulates that it was during the early Song that they arrived, and scholar Gao Wangzhi dates their arrival between “the end of the tenth century or the beginning of the eleventh century,” with Donald Leslie dating their arrival “during the early part of the dynasty between 960 and 1126 [when the Tatar army invaded Kaifeng].”

The Inquisition wasn't just in Spain. It followed Anusim to Latin America and other places they fled like Rome, Goa, and Portugal.

And though Jews were officially banned in 1492 with the Alhambra Decree, they had been fleeing for over a century before that due to pogroms and mistreatment.

Jews living under Muslim rule didn't "have it better" than those under Christian rule. The only fair places to say that Jews weren't, for the most part (with few exceptions) targeted for their Jewishness is India and China. Jews in Muslim lands faced pogroms, slaughter, kidnapping, rape, and mass conversions as well. It's true, in Al Andalus there was a Jewish golden age and several Jews held high positions in the Ottoman Empire and North Africa. But that shouldn't outweigh all the other stuff that happened.

Zionism wasn't founded with Herzl. In fact, the longing to return home has existed ever since the diaspora became a thing - and Jews have continuously lived in/returned to the land of Israel throughout the millennia. Dona Gracia Mendes, a badass Jewish lady in the sixteenth century, actually got a lease on Teveriah and encouraged Jewish refugees to settle there.

The first woman active as a printer was Estellina Conat. The first woman to run her own printing house was Gracia Mendes Nasi's daughter Dona Reyna Mendes, which was run in Constantinople. Some of the first printing presses in Ottoman Palestine were established by Nessim Beyk and Israel Bak (who established the first printing house in Jerusalem), both Jews. And the first printing press in Ottoman Palestine was established by Eliezer ben Isaac (from Prague) and Abraham B. Isaac, though it only published a few books.

Jews often adapt customs and practices of the places they've been. For example, Indian Jews were sarees for their weddings, often in the color green or red.

QUEER. RELIGIOUS. PEOPLE. EXIST. Just because we're Queer doesn't mean we aren't Shomer Mitzvot. The two aspects can and do simultaneously exist.

Just because some things in religion seem "outdated" or "unscientific" doesn't make it okay to make fun of them. And the two, like being Queer and religious, don't have to go against east other. There are religious scientists and doctors and mathematicians. Jews who use smartphones and Jews who work in computer science and tech.

(There are also Jewish atheists and agnostics. They exist and deserve respect.)

Jewish representation in media is often either of a funny, non religious Ashkenazi or a member of an ultra religious and toxic community and honestly Jews are kind of sick of it. Do these people exist? Yes. And I'm not saying their stories shouldn't be represented. But as Modern Orthodox woman who is quite happy with her religion, I'm a little tired of seeing the same thing over and over.

Nearly half the number of Jews worldwide live in Israel.

Antisemitism is still a thing, and Jews face it everyday in different places.

Jewish children are raised with the idea that we represent our communities. So when we'd go on field trips, we'd be told we'd have to act well, because we represent Klal Yisrael. This happened in multiple schools I was in, though I don't know how common it is for other schools.

Jewish women aren't oppressed. Are there cases where they are? Yes. But covering your hair, lighting Shabbat candles, dunking in the mikvah - these are all religious observances that we do by choice. Many of us love it. Many of us are on journeys to figuring out how/if we want to do it. But us choosing to do mitzvot isn't oppression. Respect our choice.

Henna is also a Jewish thing! Many holidays and weddings were celebrated with it, and it was also used in everyday female adornment. Though it's dyed out (haha) in many Ashkenazi communities, it still exists in Sephardi, Maghrebi, Mizrahi, Desi, and other Jewish communities. (Let's bring henna back to Ashkenazim y'all. It's a beautiful historical practice.)

Hebrew is a gendered language. But like ever gendered language, there are exceptions (looking at you plural tables.) (Ex: singular table is shulchan, which is male, but multiple is shulchanot, which is female.)

Jewish poetry is beautiful. Seriously. Even if you need to read the translation, it's well worth it.

The Belmonte mountain Jews. Just. Their whole situation.

There are plenty of Jewish fantasy books out there, though most of them contain tropes that can be dangerous. Some that are really good: The Familiar by Leigh Bardugo, The Inquisitor's Apprentice by Chris Moriarty, Spinning Silver by Naomi Novik (love this one.)

Anyway there are some Jewish facts for you. Sorry that some of them turned into rants.

No one:

Absolutely no one:

Me: Would you like to hear about the Jews? Can I share some fun facts about Jews?

[dimicul]

nanami and his video game gf 𓂃۶ৎ⠀(unedited:,( also idek where this idea came from just kept writing my bad)

“Once again, I don’t entertain myself with that sort of… calibre of content anyway. It is for children.” Kento is saying to Yuji as they stroll through the garden, the pink haired boy nodding in blind agreement, arms behind his head as he grins. The lake is wide and stretches out beyond the training camp with the other sorcerers, night sky simply a canopy for the two discussing their day. Kento seemed to grow closer to Yuji as the year went on by, a sort of mentor-student-father-son dynamic going on. At least, that’s what Gojo described it as.

“Yeah, I totally get that Nanamin, but you gotta try it before you bash it!” Yuji is punching the air in boyish excitement. Nanami holds the urge to sigh deeply and roll his shoulders but he simply nods a bit stiffly. He didn’t understand the new lingo thrown about when Gojo and the others would appear by his side, peering over his book in quiet interest hidden by a raised brow.

“It’s not only the best game of the season this year, but it’s won tons of awards and—“

“Video games can be addictive if played too much,” Kento chimes in smoothly, stepping suavely over the large rock in the paved pathway. The cicadas buzz quietly, and he noted how nice it looked that evening, small ripples of the lake water gently crashing against the pebbled rocks by the foot of the bridge nearby. Yuji shrugs unbashedly.

“I dunno, Nanamin, your girlfriend seems to like the game a lot.”

Oh.

Right. His girlfriend.

Kento loses the slight chip in his walk, blinking behind his goggles as he processes Yuji’s words, attempting to keep his walk smooth. Yuji is grinning. Kento notes to keep change the break time schedule, since that smile is eerily similar to Gojo’s.

“I.. know.” Nanami replied a little quieter, the small hint of pink on his ears not going unnoticed. Yuji grins a little wider and hums, feigning pure innocence.

“Yeah, man. She scores high every time on the leaderboard too. Beat mine and Toge’s. And Toge plays a looooot more than us all combined.” He sings, catching small glances to the tall blond whose mouth twitches a little.

“Does she now?”

“Yeah, she told me it’s her favourite game.”

“Right.” Nanami says shortly. A lot of questions weighed on his mind.

Maybe the game wasn’t too bad. You seemed to be okay with work and video games.

“You should come watch us all play sometime. Y’know when you’re not doin’ boring work stuff.” Yuji offers. Nanami is trying his hardest not to soften visibly at the memory flashing in his mind, his lovely girlfriend’s head against his chest as you both laid out on the couch, lamp dimly lit, illuminating the room, and you’re smiling up at him.

Playing video games.

“Well, she should cut down her hours. It could interfere with your missions.” Nanami opts for a response. Yuji shakes his head with a smile.

“Yeah, yeah. Will do, Nanamin.”

And it keeps happening.

Nanami will sit down on the leather chair by all the other Sorcerers, unamused by whatever Todo and Gojo are laughing at on their phones, opening his book, tucking the bookmark in his pocket. Yuji bursts in with Toge and they connect their switch or, whatever it’s called, to the TV. He’s about to get up and leave when the hype music plays loudly from the screen, but Yuji opens his mouth.

“Ohh, look! Nanamin’s girlfriend is online right now! I’m gonna invite her!”

“No.” Kento said a bit too quickly. Damn it, why are you playing video games when you told him you had an entrance exam to study for? His slightly narrowed eyes flit to the game on screen but Yuji is grinning and spamming the invite button. Gojo gasps.

“Oh, girlfriend you say? Oh, this is perfect! Add me! I have my switch too. Do look after my phone, Todo.”

“For christ sake.” Kento mumbles, reaching for his phone to text you. The white haired man, theatrical as ever, sighs blissfully as he connects his switch and leans back, smiling behind the blindfold, legs outstretched.

“Oh yeah. Watch and learn, Itadori. TheStrongest3ver is here. You do have me added don’t you?” Gojo asks smoothly. Toge nods.

“Yeah I do. Hey, Nanamin, can you tell her to join? She carries us every game.”

“No.”

“But why? Please? There’s a season finale badge I wanna win and she—“

“She has to revise for an exam. Why do you have my girlfriend added on your game anyway?” The blond man bristles. Gojo grins.

“Oh this is too good. Itadori, send me her tag!”

And just like that you’re on the game. You’re playing, and as a character that looks like a business man in a suit with a briefcase as a weapon. Your digital character is jumping up and down. Kento, for the first time, watches from the corner of his eye.

“Oh, she has aim bot. A hundred percent.” Gojo says under his breath. The game has gotten a bit more intense now, and even though Nanami has no clue what’s going on, by the looks of it you are playing pretty well. Gojo has leaned forward now, arms on his knees as he concentrates.

“Yes! Yes, get his ass! Nanamin, your girlfriend is a sweat!” Yuji exclaims.

Whatever.. that meant.

Honestly, he didn’t know how to feel. He tried to keep his love life private. Tried very hard. It just happened to be the one time he forgot he had Gojo on his messaging app, he changed his DP to a photo of you both…

And within the next week they had managed to find your profile on social media as well as the cafe you worked at.

“Yeah, how does failure taste?” Yuji cackles when Gojo is muttering under his breath, fingers moving quickly against the controls, slender hands gripping the controller a bit too harshly. Nanami can’t help but revel a bit in this.

Yuji groans and leans back. “Yeah, I’m done. She’s still going. What the hell?”

“Cheat. She’s cheating. Check the wifi, Yuji.” Gojo mutters, probably furrowing his brows behind the blindfold. Nanami is watching the screen as your supposed username glows on the screen with a trophy beside it. Gojo inhales sharply and covers it up with a huff of a laugh, putting the controller aside. A bit too harshly.

“So weird isn’t it? The controllers are so dodgy today. We should get them fixed — Todo, don’t click on that app—“

Yuji and Toge debate on how you managed to win single-handedly with a shit weapon. Nanami flickers his gaze to the username and to their faces. Huh.

He then smiles a bit when you then reply to his messages, phone vibrating on cue.

Y/N 🩷 : hey baby!! sorry i was just working through this question for my exam :) i’m free to talk now if you’d like ?

[lulublack90]

Prompt 29 - Fault

@rosekillermicrofic April 29, word count 413

Previous part First part Wolfstar series part 1

“For fucks sake Barty! Why, just why?!” Evan yelled after him, but he was already gone. 

The house was a dump. Barty grimaced at the smell of damp, mould and something Barty hoped they never found. 

“Evan, why the hell are you looking around this hellhole?” Barty asked, using his sleeve to cover his mouth. 

“My client likes to buy places like this and do them up to flip for profit, but also so they don’t rot to the ground.”

“Yeah, well, they could do better. This place needs gutting,” Barty wandered into what he guessed was the kitchen. The smell was stronger in there, and Barty would bet, well, he didn’t have anything to bet, but he’d bet that the source of that god-awful smell was coming from that fridge. He turned around and walked out again. 

Evan did a much more thorough check of each room than Barty did. Barty flew through the house; he found a secret compartment in the upstairs floorboards. Sadly, it had been cleared out. He also found the back door, which had been left unlocked, that led out to a very overgrown garden. 

Evan whistled when he found Barty. 

“Wow, this will be a beautiful space once it’s cleared and has some nice plants put in,” Barty nodded. To him, this was the big selling point of the house. Very few houses in this part of London could boast a garden. 

“If I had the money, I’d buy it. I’m good with my hands. Might need a bit of help with the harder stuff, and I wouldn't touch that fridge if my life depended on it, but yeah, it’s got good bones. This will be lovely,” Barty let out a sad sigh and stood up from the rusted metal chair he’d dug out of the overgrown grass. “Ready to go, or do you still need a minute?” Barty asked. Evan gave him a thoughtful smile before he glanced up at the back of the house, shielding his eyes with his hand. 

“Yeah, let's go,” Evan said, and Barty followed him back through the house, making sure the back door was actually locked this time. He looked at it with new eyes and saw the potential. He really wished he had control of his bank accounts. He probably had enough to buy the thing as is with what was sitting in them. It was all his father's fault. 

Evan closed the front door, and that was that. 

Next part

[sturniodoe]

careful

player!chris x sweetheart!reader

summary: reader is working on a project with the company of her roommate. chris calls her and after her roommate gives her a warning about chris and his ways.

it was late at night but you were still sat at your desk sewing together the last part of the dress you had to make as an assignment. the one you swore you were going to finish instead of going to that party chris invited you to. but of course like always you caved, i mean you only went to be nice because well not going would be mean. (and also because chris kept trying to convince you and you were a people pleaser.)

you called your best friend selena and told her to go with you because you didn’t want to go alone and because she was your best friend you two did everything together. when you arrived chris noticed you immediately and made sure to keep you by his side at all times. selena had only wandered off on her own when you told her it was okay to.

to be fair you actually enjoyed the party that night. by that i mean your company and not so much the actual party part.

but now you were facing the consequences; sacrificing your sleep for a good grade.

luckily for you your roommate bianca liked to stay up late so at least you had company. “you know it’d be a lot easier for you to stay awake if you just drank an energy drink.” she says watching you from your guys’ living room couch.

you shake your head fully concentrated on the piece in front of you, your tongue sticking out a bit. “no i’m okay, just a few more minutes and i’ll be done.” you say but your body betrays you as you yawn.

“why’re doing this so last minute anyway usually you have all of your stuff done early?” bianca yawns as an immediate result from your yawn. before you can answer, your phone starts buzzing and you reach your hand out to your roommate signaling her to hand it to you.

“who’s engineer major?” she asks grabbing your phone from the coffee table and handing your phone to you. “just chris, i met him in my physics class he’s nice.” you say taking the phone and answering the facetime call. bianca looks at the screen as you go back to sewing the dress, she sees chris’ face pop up on the screen and she immediately scoffs but covers it up with a cough.

“hey sweets.” he smiles at you over the phone. you smile and greet him back turning off the sewing machine. “i just finished the dress i was making for class.” you hold up the dress so chris can see it in the camera. “that looks really good, but i’m sure it’d look even better on.” he flirts and you feel your cheeks heat up.

the two of you talked for maybe 10 minutes before hanging up. (bianca swears it was like an hour) “y/n.” bianca says and you turn to her still smoothening out the dress you had finished seeing onto your tailoring mannequin. “look i don’t mean to be in your business but just be careful with chris. i’ve seen the way he is with girls and i just don’t want to see you get hurt.”

you frown at the warning having no idea about chris’ reputation with girls. “don’t be silly b, chris is just my friend.” you laugh and bianca nods. “alright y/n, just please-” she doesn’t even finish her sentence and you smile. “got it thanks for the warning, b.” you and turn back to the dress on the mannequin and sigh in relief. finally you were finished and could go to sleep.

a/n: all i have to say is this is not proofread. have a good night or day! (whatever time you’re reading this) byeees 🙃

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