#give the bitches a braid or a ponytail

[themirokai]

He would not fucking say that except it’s she would not fucking have her long hair down.

[kaylopolis]

Alastor's Shadow (18+) - Chapter Eight

Alastor x F!Reader

Synopsis: There’s a new Overlord in town and it isn’t the Radio Demon. Six years after you fell into Hell, you have finally earned your seat at the table as Pentagram City’s newest and baddest, and with the Extermination coming six months earlier than planned, it is now time to implement your ultimate endgame. After all, who doesn’t love a bit of power and chaos? Your plan brings you to the doorstep of the Hazbin Hotel as Charlie’s newest Redeemer, but who you find waiting for you will not only turn your entire plan upside down but also challenge your grab for power… 

Tag List: Slow burn, rivals to lovers, eventual smut

Masterlist Link: Masterlist

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Author note: Dear Hoteliers, I give you my favorite chapter :)

<3 Stay smutty

Chapter Eight - The Headliner

Content Warning: Obsession, Blood, Minors DNI!!!

Fuck.

Everything hurt. 

Was that music? 

You blinked. Hard. Forcing the world into view. The shapes were fuzzy until they formed the ceiling of a canopy bed. 

You vaguely registered Nat King Cole’s “Too Young” playing from the radio on the side table. 

God, everything hurt. Did you already mention that?

With limbs of concrete, you attempted to sit up, but a burning pain shot through your core making the world blur into darkness once again. 

You couldn’t have been out long; “Too Young” had entered its final stanza when you came to. Again, you were met with the red of the bed’s canopy top. 

🎶And yet we're not too young to know🎶

Little movements this time. You turned your head, noting the red silk sheets beneath you. Okay, now the fingers and toes - good they were still intact. The legs? Both still present and working. Arms? Yeah, them too. So was it just your torso? You rolled up, but were just met with more pain. 

Okay, let’s try rolling to the side. You rolled onto your shoulder and slowly pushed yourself into a seated position. The effort and pain made you see stars, but at least you hadn’t passed out. 

Okay, where to begin. Instead of your cloak and leather gear, you found yourself in shorts and a white button-down shirt two sizes too big. The fabric was slightly askew, revealing the bandages crossing your chest underneath. You peeked down the shirt and followed the stained cotton to your belly button. 

Fuck, Velvette practically gutted you from your right hip to your left chest. 

Bitch. 

🎶This love will last though years may go🎶

Your arms and legs had been washed, and your other wounds had healed into scars. A poultice soaked through the cotton wrapped around your feet. Whoever took care of your wound also addressed the blisters still plaguing your toes.

How nice.

Your silver hair had been braided into a long ponytail that reached your lower back. And the shirt you were wearing... Images of deep woods after a rainstorm swam in your vision as you breathed in the fabric - it felt almost familiar. 

Slowly pushing yourself to your feet, you wandered over to the glass doors leading to a balcony. Pentagram City waited twenty floors below. You held your arms around your body as you walked, afraid the stitches would burst and your insides would fall out. Shallow breaths only. Deep breaths hurt. 

🎶And then some day they may recall🎶

It was late, City lights illuminated the night. On the balcony sat two chairs, a single table between them. It finally clicked where you were the exact moment the static prickled the back of your neck. 

🎶We were not too young at all🎶

“Alastor…” you spun meeting the demon face to face, but the view took your breath away.

The Radio Demon stood leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, his weight on one hip. He looked disheveled, his hair a ruffled mess, his monocle missing. His suit jacket was probably hanging in a closet somewhere, revealing a white button-down rolled to the elbows. No bow tie, suspenders hanging around his hips, and no shoes. For feet, he had… hooves.

It was the most skin you had ever seen from the demon and it felt oddly intimate. Maybe you should look away and give him some privacy but part of you didn’t want to stop looking. His shirt top was missing a few buttons, revealing his collarbone and upper part of his chest. From what you could tell he was very… defined. 

His arms were stronger than expected, with a layer of muscle that was obvious in the low light. Scars, grey and faded, criss crossed his forearms like battle wounds. His arms ended in a shade of black much like your own - but his hands. 

Alastor wasn’t wearing gloves. 

That got the butterflies stirring in your belly. Why did that make you so excited? 

The Overlord stared at you with a soft smile on his face but a gaze so intense it could knock you over where you stood. You felt trapped. You felt possessed. And you liked it. 

“What happened to ‘Mr. Alastor’?” He purred. 

You pulled your arms in close, trying to hide the shiver his voice sent down your spine. It was deeper than you remembered. 

Keep your guard up, Thestral, be prepared for anything.

“I think we’re past formalities, don’t you?” You gestured to the clothing. “Didn’t know you even owned a pair of shorts. Didn’t take you for the sort.” You raised an eyebrow at him. 

He tipped his head back and laughed, a deep rumble from his chest. “I saved your life, and your first concern is my wardrobe?” 

You fell silent. He took that as a sign to change the subject. 

“Come, I just finished dinner.” 

You stifled a gasp as Alastor turned on his heels. A tail, the Radio Demon had a tail. The black tuft of hair sat at the crest of his hips, a red undercoat where a white tail deer’s white stripe should be. 

“You have a tail,” you whispered, desperately trying to hide the smile fighting to breakthrough. 

Be prepared for anything.... You snorted into your palm. Anything but that!

Alastor froze, his tail shooting up, ramrod straight. He tipped his head back, his eyes nonchalantly finding yours. “I am a dear demon, darling.” 

Yeah, as if that was the most obvious thing in the world! Is that why he always wore the jacket, to hide his tail? Did he not like others knowing or just assumed that they assumed? God, you didn’t know why he would be ashamed of it, it was adorable!

The demon scoffed before disappearing, you following after him, trying your best not to flat-out stare at the thing the entire time you walked. Alastor led you down a hallway and into a kitchen where a pot was steaming on the stove. Pulling a chair out for you, he sat you on the corner to himself. Silently, you waited for him to ladle a bowl of food.

Why did the silence feel so... weird? 

“Be careful, darling, it’s still hot.” He sat in the chair next to you and just stared.

Your eyes locked on his, you tried searching them, tried to figure out what was happening in this moment, but your mind felt so… distracted by the image of him in an unbuttoned shirt. 

“Eat.” He commanded.

And you obeyed. 

“God, this is amazing.”

He smirked. “I assure you, he had nothing to do with it.” His shoulders relaxed when you ate another spoonful, finally allowing himself to join in with his own bowl. Alastor’s tail wiggled as if it was... happy? You reread the demon’s face - neutral disinterest. Hmmm… Interesting. 

“What is this?” 

“Jambalaya.” 

“Ugh, I’m devastated I hadn’t discovered this sooner,” you smiled, taking another mouthful. Swallowing hurt, but in little amounts, it was manageable. 

As the excitement of the dinner waned, a deep sadness began to settle into your heart. “Is Angel okay?” You practically whispered the question. 

Alastor didn’t skip a beat, continuing to eat as he talked. “It took the spider a few days to get back on his feet, but he is doing well, thanks to you. Don’t fret, the Hotel has not been touched in your absence.”

You nodded, taking more small bites. “How long have I been out?” 

Alastor pulled a newspaper from the Void and handed it to you. The headline read “Shadow Presumed Dead. V Tower To Be Rebuilt.” The date was a week later than you remembered, seven days - damn. 

“I missed my headline.” Mimzy is going to be furious. 

“Darling, you are the headline,” Alastor chuckled, his soup spoon collecting the bottom remnants of his bowl. He got up, taking yours as well as his despite it not being totally empty yet. He filled both to the brim and rejoined you at the table, his tail wagging away. 

Page two had a huge photo of Velvette and Vox grieving and some article filled with bullshit designed to garner sympathy. The story, of course, pointed the blame on you as the aggressor - accurate. Yet no mention of Valentino and his cruel ways. Vox controlled the media, so it made sense. 

Folding the newspaper and tucking it away, you started on your second bowl. “So, how long have you known?” 

His tail froze, his half-lidded eyes finding your own. “That you’re the infamous masked Overlord or a Fallen Angel playing Human Sinner?” 

Your lips parted in surprise. 

“Darling, I had you picked the moment you stepped foot off the elevator at Carmine’s office.” 

You clenched your jaw to prevent it from falling open. “How?” 

He paused for a moment, not looking you in the face as he said, “Jasmine.” 

What had the egg bois said to you before you walked into the elevator? They said you smelled like Jasmine. 

“It’s…” you start but wait for the rest of the pieces to click into place. 

“… your favorite tea.” Alastor finished for you. 

You raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Rosie might have mentioned it in passing.” 

Of course, Rosie did. The Overlord hated it but only ever got it for you. 

Oh my God, everything makes so much sense now! He served wine during your midnight meeting, a cabernet - your favorite - as opposed to his usual rye. He gave you the radio not because he cared about your sleep but because he needed an ally at the top of their game. The way he felt threatened by you even as a Hotelian and not an Overlord - why he always had his shadow following you. It explains his heightened irritation with Vox and the attention the media demon gave you. It explains the unprompted kidnapping to the bayou! He was going to confront you about it! Alastor knew from the fucking beginning because, of course, he fucking did.

That's why he's been so interested in you.

“The second mystery was solved as you bled to death all over my bed sheets.” 

My bed sheets. My bed. His bed. Not a guest room bed but his room. His sheets. His pillows. His clothes.

Oh my God, you were in his clothes! 

You felt a blush creep up your neck. “You…” You dropped your spoon with a clunk into the bowl as the realization hit you. “Did you see me naked!?”

Alastor laughed, his tail wagging yet again, “No. No. As soon as I got you here, I had Rolf summon Rosie. She let me help with the less… intimate parts of your injury before kicking me out. She cleaned you up and dressed you after.” 

He didn't see your back. He didn't see your tattoo.

Oh, thank the stars for that woman. She was a gift from above. Heaven really fucked up on that one. Oh, Rosie. She was going to kill you the next time she saw you. 

Wait… 

“Rolf?” You raised an eyebrow. 

“You didn’t think my shadow had a name?” He smirked his iconic lopsided grin. 

You looked down at the darkness swirling about his feet, which snickered in response.

No, actually, you hadn’t really thought of it as something sentient enough to need one. 

You turned back to the bowl, forcing yourself to eat more. You were full, but damn, was this good. 

Having gone a week without food your stomach had shrunk - only enough room for three-quarters of a serving, but that didn’t stop Alastor from refilling your bowl again and again. 

“I’ll summon Rosie in the morning. Have her bring by some of your things. Satan knows she will scold me for not summoning her sooner, but it is late.” 

You checked the time on the stove. It was three in the morning. 

“Why are you still awake?” 

He looked away from you, “I don’t need sleep to function - correction, I need some, but the number is inconsequential compared to others.” 

So his bed was barely used? If at all? Why was it so grand then? Maybe he used it for other… activities. What had Angel said the other day? The Radio Demon has never been seen with anyone. Rumor has it that he was a virgin - well, that was coming from Vox. 

“I’m not a virgin,” Alastor’s words purred in your memory. Your mind drifted off to pondering the number of other people whom he had shared his bed with before you realized what you were doing. 

Wait, what were you doing? 

You were sitting half-dressed in Alastor’s clothes, sharing a home-cooked meal at his apartment.

ALONE. 

What… 

The Radio Demon brought his spoon to his mouth and licked it, sapping up the juices at the bottom of the bowl. His tongue was black and forked. 

Your face heated with the ideas swimming in your mind of what that tongue could… 

No! 

You jumped to your feet abruptly, knocking the chair back and causing the plates to jump on the table. 

A searing burn shot through your core causing you to bend over in pain.

“What’s wrong?” Alastor bent to meet your eyeline, his arms grasping your shoulders. 

Butterflies and bubbles. Butterflies and bubbles. Butterflies and bubbles. You didn’t know what they meant anymore, and it terrified you. 

“I just…” You stepped out of his grip, not daring to meet his gaze. “I can’t…” You turned and exited the kitchen searching for the door. 

Alastor followed with hurried steps on your heels. You tried a few doors, but none of them were an exit. 

Was it getting hot in here? It was definitely getting harder to breathe, but you didn’t know if that was from the injury or something else. 

“Stop,” Alastor commanded, but you ignored him, turning down another hallway. All you could hear was the pounding of your heart and the slaps of your bare feet on hardwood. 

Another door, this one open, leading to a small library. 

Fuck, this place was a maze. 

“Stop!” Alastor’s tone turned dark. As did the hallway. Were you starting to black out or was that his doing? 

“I need to leave…” You breathed, now in a full panic. 

Another turn… There, an elevator! 

You sprinted for it, but Alastor wrapped his fingers around your wrist and spun you around. He gently backed you into the cement wall. Cupping your cheeks, he tilted your head, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“I said stop.” His tone was soft. “You’re having a panic attack. You need to calm down, or you’re going to pass out. Just breathe, Thestral. Breathe.”

You did as he said, squeezing your eyes shut. Focusing on your inhales and exhales, you willed the beating of your heart to slow. You stood there and just breathed, trying to match his own pattern of breath before you. 

“Look at me,” he commanded. 

And you obeyed. 

His irises were a deep crimson, his pupils blown wide in the low light. You felt some sort of veil lift between the two of you, his magic reaching out for your own. It caressed your form, willing your heart to slow, cooling the burn of your blood in your veins. Alastor was somehow calming you down using the connection you had formed between you.  

God, why was he being so nice to you? The last time the two of you were alone together, he was actively hunting you.

“Why did you save me?” You ask, but it comes out as a whisper. 

“We had a deal,” he answers too fast. 

You didn’t buy it. There had to be more to this - more to why Alastor needed you and your power. Technically, your death benefitted him in the long run, didn't it? Killing you eliminated you as a rival, as an Overlord vying for souls, as a Sinner scheming for Charlie's power - whether he actually knew that or not, but Alastor wasn't stupid. He's had an entire week to think about every move you've made, every word you've said. He's had time to piece things together, enough to know that you weren't at the Hotel to be redeemed.

“Why did you save me?” You ask again, a bite in your voice, tears of frustration forming at the corner of your eyes. 

He exhaled deeply, contemplating his words carefully, before finally leaning in and placing his forehead against yours.

“I had the pleasure of arriving just after you shattered the top floor of V Tower. The way you incinerated Valentino from within... By Satan, you were a vision…” 

You went still. 

“I was sure you were going to kill Velvette and Vox as well until Velvette pulled the Angelic blade and sunk it deep into your chest.” His breathing quickened, his voice deepening to a smokey edge. 

“And that’s when I decided that she was not worthy of owning your death.” Alastor’s grip on your cheeks hardened till he had to let go. He placed one arm against the wall, his forearm and elbow flush with the cool concrete, entrapping you in place. His other found your chin, forefinger and thumb gently caressing your skin. “No one was.” He closed his eyes, guiding his nose to yours. The bridge of it rested against your own. 

You couldn’t think anymore. All manner of logic left your brain the second Alastor's forehead found yours.

“If anyone was going to draw your last breath from these lips,” His thumb finds your bottom lip, and you gasp, drawing a growl deep from the demon’s chest. 

Your lips parted even though you begged them not to. Even though you told them you didn’t want this. Even though they disobeyed and you found yourself okay with it anyway. Even though you wanted more…

His claw traced the curve of your lip oh-so-gently, before wrapping under your chin once more and pulling you closer.

He whispered onto your lips, “It was going to be me…” 

DING-DONG! 

“Ow!” You head-butted the Overlord as a loud chime deafened your left ear. 

Tension broken, the demon rubbed his face as he leaned over and pushed a button on a com. “I told you two to go home!”

“Ay, listen here ya’ ol’ timey prick! We tried! Vaggie won’t let us until we have a fuckin’ update! You don’t have a fuckin’ phone for us to call, like a normal person. So, how the Hell do we know what’s goin’ on!?” 

Angel? 

“Give me that.” You heard what you thought was a shove before a different voice echoed through the machine. “Look Boss, Charlie’s been worried sick. She hasn’t been sleeping. She hasn’t been eating. She’s making the rest of us miserable. Angel took her out and got her drunk, and now she’s an emotional wreck. Just give us an update, and we’ll go home.” 

“Husk?” You gasped. 

“At least tell us she’s breathin’ ya’ strawberry pimp…”

You didn’t hear the rest of what Angel had to say as you slid out from where Alastor had cocooned you against the wall and headed for the elevator doors. You managed to hit the button before Alastor reappeared from a puddle of shadows, blocking the exit.

“What are you doing?” 

“You are not going down there.” He crossed his arms over his chest, staring down at you with cold eyes. 

“What!?” You practically screamed, a burn ran up your throat with the effort. Fuck it hurt. 

Alastor didn’t elaborate further. 

You scoffed. “It’s Husk and Angel, Alastor. They’re friends! If Velvette wanted me dead I doubt she’d send them to finish me off!” 

“You are not going down there,” he repeated, cold malice slithered through his voice. 

You stood for a moment, searching his hard eyes, trying to figure out what he was thinking. 

DING! 

The doors slid open. 

“Oh, yeah,” you drew yourself to your full height - well, almost full height. Your posture pulled on the stitches if you stretched too far. “Stop me, then.” Your gaze met his, hardening to steel. 

A challenge, Radio Demon. 

“You know what I am now, right? Go ahead Alastor, stop me.” Arms out to your sides, you waited for the demon to say something. But he was hard as stone. 

You considered summoning blue flame to make your point, to remind him of how easily you had eviscerated Valentino, but you didn’t have to. The demon yielded. Stepping into the elevator, he waited for you to join.

The ride down was far longer than you expected. Or maybe it was the silence that drove you crazy. No elevator music? Or maybe you had ticked the Radio Demon off to the point he shut it all off. Either way, you didn’t care because when those doors opened and Husk and Angel finally laid their eyes upon you, a wave of relief flooded through you so strong you collapsed into their arms. 

It hurt but you didn’t care.

“Holy, fuckin’ shit balls,” Angel breathed into your hair, making you giggle. His sclera were both white. No more black to be seen. His soul contract was over...

“Hey, kid,” Husk grabbed each of your hands, holding them in his paws. 

“Hey, Husky,” you smiled back. 

“You have a lotta fuckin’ explainin’ to do, Hair clip.” Angel crossed his arms, turning on his overprotective big brother mode. “And yous!” He took a step towards Alastor, finger pointed at his chest. “You got a lot of fuckin’ nerve keepin' her locked up this week! We was worried sick! Husk and I thought we watched her die on television, and the next thing we know, she’s locked up 'ere in your ivory tower! No calls! No updates! No nothin’! You…”

Wait, what did he say?

“Angel!” You stepped between the two of them, cutting off the spider demon’s protests. “Did you say television?” 

“Yeah! Vox was filming the whole thang! Well, minus you burnin' Valentino to a crisp. He wanted your death broadcasted so he could claim the stakes of finally unmaskin' the infamous Overlord. Until, he…” He juts his finger back at Alastor. “Shut down the whole grid! All of Pentagram City was plunged into fuckin' darkness” 

Your eyes find Alastor’s but again are met with a wall of cold steel. 

The blood. Did they see? 

No. His eyes seemed to say. 

You pulled the collared shirt closer around you, buttoning an extra level to hide the gold-soaked cotton bandages underneath.

Rosie had taught you how to magick your blood, to have it appear red as opposed to its usual gold. You’d bleed red unless met with an Angelic blade, unless met with a blow promising death, unless you were too weak for the magic to hold. 

Husk and Angel knew who you were but not what. Not yet. But Velvette and Vox? Velvette still has the blade, which means she saw the blood that stuck to it after she cut. Which meant the remainder of the Vees knew what you were - but not who. 

They knew how to kill you. 

Fuck. 

“We searched for you for hours!” Angel hung his head, his voice cracking. “And he had you the whole fuckin’ time.” 

“We thought you died,” Husk added, his eyes shooting daggers at Alastor. 

We thought you died. Died. You never thought about death. Angels never did because Angels can’t die. Even when Velvette pulled the blade, you didn’t think she would kill you. Maime you horribly, yes, but not kill you because Angels don’t die.

But couldn’t they? 

Your mind flashed back to the last extermination. The Overlords always disappeared in the hours before the Extermination. It was policy. Yes, souls came begging for protection - as they always did - but what protection could be offered? You couldn’t fight the Exorcists and even if you tried to hide the souls you owned, it just made for easier pickings when they eventually found you. Groups were targets. 

So the Overlords “left.” Technically, human Sinners couldn’t leave the Pride Ring, so you found other ways to disappear.

You and Rosie always went to Mimzy’s. The three of you sat in the basement and played cards. Mimzy didn’t know who you were; she thought of you more so as Rosie’s adopted daughter before she eventually brought you on as her club’s piano player. 

You were in the middle of a scandalous game of Belot when you felt a familiar tug behind your navel. Someone was using a card to summon you. And that someone was Carmilla. Orange and mint flooded your mouth - fear. Whatever was happening, it was bad. 

You excused yourself to the restroom and slid out the back door. 

Following the call, you found them at the edge of the Doomsday District. The Overlords kept their hiding places secret even from each other. You didn’t know where they were headed, and they didn’t know where you had come from. Your own hiding spot wasn’t in your territory, so why should theirs be? 

Carmilla and Odette were in the middle of the plaza, Clara in a heap of blood and broken bones between them. 

Exorcists flew in a flurry about your head. Sinners were screaming, 

It was a tornado of blood and death. A massacre of the defenseless. You hadn’t seen anything like it since… well, the time of the Old Testament. 

And a beheaded Exorcist lay ten feet from you...

Oh, Carmilla. What had you gotten yourself into? 

“Please, I didn’t know who else to call…” Carmilla grabbed you by the collar of your cloak and dragged you down to the cement. 

Odette sobbed, curling into her sister’s dying form. 

“I can’t…” You breathed. The feeling of her soul fading was like a whisper against your skin. She was fading fast. 

“Please!?” Carmilla begged. 

“I… I…” There wasn’t anything you could…

And then Carmilla screamed. 

She screamed your name. 

Not Thestral. 

Your name.

Your God-given name. 

She grabbed your arm and ran it against the silver in her leggings. Golden liquid bubbled from your skin and dripped onto the pavement before she thrust the wound into her daughter’s mouth. 

She knew. She knew you weren’t just any Angel. 

Not like a low-level Exorcist. Low-level Exorcists can't heal the dying. Low-level Exorcists can't summon Holy Fire.

You weren't a low-level Exorcist. You were special. 

The three of you held your breath as Clara’s wounds began to restitch themselves, as the blood finally stopped flowing. 

There was a gasp as Clara’s eyes fluttered open. Carmilla collapsed into a heap of sobs, holding her daughter close and whispering in Spanish into her ear. Odette pulled you in, thanking you before joining her mother. 

You were numb to the world until you got to your feet and locked eyes with a Sinner. 

At some point, your hood had fallen down.

He had seen your face. 

He had heard your name.

And so had about fifteen others now standing awestruck around you. 

Fifteen people who had to die. 

Fifteen innocent Sinners who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

Fifteen people you turned to ash. 

“We didn’t tell the others what happened.” Angel’s voice brought you back to the room. “They think you were caught in the crossfire.”

“They don't know about Angel either,” Husk added. 

Fuck. 

Alastor must have seen the blood drain from your face because he took one step between you and the boys. “This meeting is over.” 

“What?” The boys gawked. 

He was right. The pain in your torso was throbbing, bringing a sting to your eyes. 

You reached out, hesitating before fingering the edge of his rolled sleeve. The demon turned to you in surprise, a look of… we’ll you didn’t know what sprawled across his face. You waited for the flinch, for the smack, for the scowl, but, to your surprise, he didn’t shove you off. “Twenty more minutes?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “Please?”

Something in his steel gaze softened. He wanted to say no. He wanted to drag you back upstairs and lock you away - but he didn’t. Instead, he locked the front door, pulled a chair from the Void for you to sit, and trudged back into the elevator. 

“Twenty, not a second more. Rolf will keep an eye on you.” 

The shadow detached itself from Alastor’s form and wrapped itself around your torso. For once, you found its coldness soothing. 

“Where are you going?” 

DING! The doors shut. 

“Okay,” Angel started, a pair of arms on your shoulders. “First question, who the Hell is Rolf?” 

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It was like a bomb going off. 

You hit the penthouse first, knowing the Overlords enjoyed a nightcap before turning in. Your weeks of spying had paid off and, luckily, Voxtek’s Angelic Security still wasn’t online. 

Valentino, Velvette, and Vox were spread out along their giant three-piece couch, looking absolutely dumbfounded when you crashed through the window in a blaze of blue flames. 

You went for the moth demon’s throat before he had a chance to react. Wrapping your claws around his neck, you jumped back into the night. You fell, summoning your wings to beat harder, garnering as much speed as possible. 

When you hit the pavement, Val first, an explosion ripped through the Entertainment District, taking out half a block of storefronts, cars, and anyone caught in the crossfire. 

You pulled a broken Valentino to his feet in a crater fifty feet deep. The pimp was barely breathing, his eyes unable to focus on anything. The demon was dead, and he knew it; unable to put up a fight, he just watched you and breathed. 

“This is for Angel,” your deep voice spewed.

And then the burning began. You made it slow and torturous, starting with his feet and the tips of his wings and moving upwards until it consumed him completely. He screamed - his last moments filled with the stench of orange and mint - with fear.

You had killed so many times before, but never had it felt this good. 

And then he was a pile of ash. 

“No!” Velvette screamed. The brat demon and Vox were huddled over the edge of the concave abyss, watching the ash of their fallen partner blow away in the wind. 

“You fucking arsehole,” she screamed. “You’re going to die for this!” 

She lept, her claws sharpened to talons. Behind her Vox transformed into his demon form. Nearly three stories tall, the demon was a mass of electrokinetic energy, his claws digging into the cement of the street as sparks of blue scattered across the street.

Now this was a fight!

Velvette didn’t have a chance to land, for you back slapped her so hard she went flying into the wall of the crater, cracking cement beneath her body. 

Vox was next, but you were faster. A surge of electrical wiring launched at you like a cobra striking its prey. You spun, easily dodging, and blasted through his screen like a missile. It wasn’t enough to kill him, but you were merely aiming to temporarily blind him while you dealt with the Bitch Queen herself. 

Velvette climbed out from the crater, calling you every swear word in the book and then some. 

She pulled a silver dagger from her jacket - a Carmilla Carmine blade. “I’m going to gut you like a fish!” 

And then she attacked. 

Eventually, Vox recovered, using any opening Velvette gave him to compliment her onslaught. And you were holding your own for a while, attempting to find various ways to stall Vox so you could get to Velvette, until...

You sent a wall of flame at the female Vee before turning to Vox and...

“Unknown.” A familiar female voice chimed. “Unknown. Unknown. Unknown.”

“What the fuck!?” Vox screamed, shaking his phone before slamming it against the ground. 

The Soul Scanner. He was trying to get a read on who you are, but the technology couldn’t register your soul.

The media demon paused before his eyes met yours, the gears behind his irises turning in his head. And then something like recognition flashed in his eyes. Before you had a chance to think, a cackle echoed behind you. 

Vox’s distraction left an opening, and as you spun, the female Vee ran that blade diagonally across your body. 

You collapsed, your back to them, golden liquid pouring onto the pavement.

Velvette cackled, “Fucking, finally! Now I’m…” Velvette screamed, her sentence cut off abruptly. 

You needed to get out of there. You needed to flee, but before you could summon your wings, a wave of darkness swam over you. 

In one blink, you were in the Entertainment District; the next, you were outside Pentagram City in the Nothing. The outskirts of the City dropped off to nothing but endless black dirt and red sky going on for what everyone assumed was forever. Natives called it the "Nothing" because that was what was here: nothing. 

A pair of red and white dress shoes appeared at the edge of your vision before everything went black. 

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“And then I woke up here,” you finished.

The boys were silent until Angel leaned in and wiggled his eyebrows at you. “You show me yours, I’ll show you mine.”

“Seriously?” Husk shot him an exasperated look. 

The ex-Overlord knew you from a time when you did not have a reputation nor did you have a name. He didn’t know you were an Angel then. This was as much of a shock to him as it was to Angel. Husk was a business partner of sorts back in the day. What he did know, however, was that keeping your card was important. A friend had advised him to hang onto it. A very powerful friend…

Had they not, he might have just tossed it into an old deck of his and called it a day. Instead, the cat demon gambled it away. How perfect…

Husk did not, however, volunteer this information. For that you were thankful. It would bring up too many questions you didn’t have the answers to right now nor did you have the strength to answer them.

The cat demon knew how to keep his whiskers clean.

“What I wanna see 'er wings! Can I see ya' wings? I mean where the Hell do you put ‘em, anyway? I don’t see you carryin’ a purse or nothin'." 

You giggled, the action burning through your chest. “Uhm,” God, your body hurts. “I can try, but I’ll rip the shirt.” 

“So? Smiles probably has like fifty more up in his castle.” Angel waved it off. 

You looked to Rolf for permission but the shadow was oddly still. “Okay.” 

You stood and summoned your wings, but the wave of pain that came because of it manifested as dizziness and nausea. Luckily, Husk caught you before you fell. 

“Get her upstairs, Rolf,” he passed you off to the shadow who somehow was able to hold you up despite being incorporeal. 

Your vision blurred with the movement as he loaded you into the elevator. 

“Ah, shit! I’m sorry I didn’t know!” Angel? 

DING! The doors closed, and you ascended. Shivers wracked through your body, drowning you in sweat. Suddenly, the lights were too bright, the sounds too loud, and the world began to blur.

DING! 

Alastor was there, his face full of worry, his usual smile replaced with straight-lipped concern. With elbows under your knees and hands behind your shoulders, he carried you back to his room, your dark wings scraping the floor as he walked. 

His face was so foreign in this moment, like seeing him without a smile somehow made him a completely different person. It almost felt like he was sharing a secret with you, one only you knew about and one only he let you hear. 

The demon pushed open his bedroom door with his foot, the lights of Pentagram City illuminating the air about him. Alastor was glowing, his form ethereal as golden hues danced about his ashen skin. He was almost angelic...

And that made the lack of his smile all the more disconcerting.

“Huh,” you slurred as he set you on the bed, the world beginning to blur. “I always wondered what you looked like without a smile.” 

Darkness took you. 

Al - "I will kill you!" You - *actively starts dying* Al- "No, wait!"

The Vox blowup is coming, Hoteliers, don't you worry ;)

-> Chapter Nine

Link to Masterlist: Masterlist

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[azzibuckets]

For the Love of the Game - [Pazzi | Part 1/10]

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

summary: part 1 of my pazzi fake dating series!! i originally meant for it to be friends to lovers but i realized enemies is easier to write so i changed it up 😶 lmk what u think!

word count: 760

masterlist | part 2

“So the rumors are true.”

Azzi spun the basketball in her hands, finding comfort in the familiar texture of the Wilson Evo NXT. Here she was, at the Werth Championship Center, in front of banners unfurling the glory of all the NCAA champions that have walked here before her - a much different scene than the small high school gym of St. John’s. With all the different colleges she’d visited in the last year, she’d had a rough time adapting to how different everything was, but the one thing that always stayed the same was this ball in her hands. The reason she was doing all this, she reminded herself.

Azzi turned around. It was almost out of a movie, seeing the three girls that stood facing her. On the left, she recognized as Aaliyah Edwards. Her hair was intertwined in her signature yellow and purple braids, and there was a friendly smile on her face. On the right, Nika Muhl. The Croation phenom with long, straight brunette hair tied up in a ponytail, a neutral expression on her face. And in the middle-

In the middle, there was Paige. Her light blonde hair hung loose, framing her face. Her eyebrows were turned down, her lips pressed into a straight line. Talk about unfriendly.

Azzi swallowed. “Hey,” she spoke uncertainly.

Aaliyah stepped forward, and before Azzi knew it, she was being wrapped up in a bear hug by the 6’3” power forward. “Welcome to UConn!” Aaliyah grinned. “I’m Aaliyah, but all my friends call me Lili.”

Azzi awkwardly patted Aaliyah on the back, her gaze falling to the other two after she stepped back.

“I’m Nika.” The brunette offered Azzi her hand instead of swooping in for a hug like Aaliyah did, but she suddenly smiled warmly, and Azzi felt at ease. “Nika Muhl.”

“Nice to meet all of you. I’m Azzi.”

“We know,” Paige responded curtly, a frosty look in her eyes. Nika nudged Paige, probably reminding her to be nice, and Paige heaved a sigh before sticking out a limp hand. “Bueckers. But you know that.”

Aaliyah rolled her eyes. “God, Paige, don’t be so cocky.”

“I’m not!” The blonde quickly defended. “Azzi and I go way back. She knows me.” She smiled at Azzi then, but it was sharp and wolfish, nothing alike Nika’s welcoming beam from earlier. Azzi preferred Paige’s resting bitch face.

Azzi twirled the basketball she was holding on her finger. “Yep,” she responded dryly. “Paige and I played together for a couple of years. USA basketball.”

Nika’s eyes lit up. “That’s so cool! So you already have a friend here. Nice.” She looked between the two of them with a big smile on her face.

“Not really,” Paige scoffed. This time it was Aaliyah who elbowed her, and Paige winced. “Give us a second, will ya?” Aaliyah smiled brightly at Azzi before she aggressively grabbed Paige’s elbow and pulled her a few steps back.

“What are you doing?” Azzi heard Nika hissed. They were being very conspicuous, especially because they were the only ones in the gym and the three sophomores had retreated literally only two steps back. Azzi could hear every single word they were saying without even having to strain her ears. But apparently they thought they were being sneaky, so Azzi could only awkwardly stand there and listen to them. She now regretted asking to stay in the facility when Geno had finished showing her around. All she’d wanted to do was shoot some hoops in her new home, familiarize herself with the gym before practices officially started, and now she was stuck here dealing with the bitchiness of Paige Bueckers, a girl who was constantly grating on her nerves.

“She’s not visiting,” Aaliyah added on. “She literally committed, so I don’t know why you’re trying to scare her away. She’s on the team now.”

“What do you even have against her?” Nikka questioned.

There was silence for a second, before Paige groaned. “Nothing. Just some tension from a few years ago, I guess.”

Tension that you caused, Azzi thought to herself. When she’d first met the blonde, she’d been fine with her, not particularly liking or disliking her. But after Paige had started being hostile around her, Azzi started to reciprocate the same negative feelings, resulting in the tensions that Paige was speaking of.

The girls returned. Paige’s face was now contorted into an unnatural, almost creepy smile. Azzi was sure Aaliyah had forced Paige to smile and this was the best the blonde could come up with.

“Welcome to UConn!” Paige said, her words dripping with faux excitement and peppiness. She glanced at Nika, who prodded her on with an encouraging smile, as if Paige was a kid that was being forced to apologize to their classmate whose blocks she’d knocked over. Paige motioned for the ball, and Azzi reluctantly tossed it over to her. She examined it, then spun it on her finger, copying what Azzi did earlier. “UConn.” She gestured at the banners, at the gleaming trophies lining the walls. “The basketball capital of the world.”

[coldshinypearl]

Can we have headcanons about Sakamaki and Mukami genderbends? Love your headcanon

FEM! SAKAMAKIS AND MUKAMIS HEADCANONS

hi anon! Thank you so much for your request, i hope you’ll like the headcanons <3 (i already made a whole post Shu’s female version so i’ll just include the name i headcanoned)

disclaimers: mentions of self harm, trauma, SA, manipulation, bullying, dementia, anger issues, piercings.

Shu

name

Shiho - poetic, will, growth

Reiji

name

Reina - queen, pure, wise.

physical appearance

Long black shiny hair, straight as a ruler. Still bangs and jaw length curtain bangs.

Cat eyes— magenta/purple and shiny, long black straight lashes, moles here and there under her eyes and on her eyelids.

Tall, very tall and slim, pale purpleish skin, with a natural cold purple tint on her lips and cheeks, full pouty lips.

Tomie resting face, scanning gaze that glows red when she’s making fun of you. Pointed teeth, pale tongue that speaks razor sharp words.

Hair is always down, sometimes worn on a claw clip or a low ponytail or a low bun, likes fish tail braids but also thinks they’re childish.

Dresses in silk, linen blouses, black or dark purple, pencil skirts or looser knee skirts, lace stockings and black louboutins. Occasionally will wear string bows on her collar or ties, maybe even accessories her skirts with thin belts.

Wears Prada, Chanel and McQueen, classy and dark old money fashion, uses old lingo and has a heavy british accent.

personality

Evil, an utter and complete frigid bitch. Eyes never rest from her disgusted and degrading gaze, gives bullying looks and smiles with malice as her lipstick.

Speaks insults that sound like they were handpicked from a vocabulary, even her tone of voice dribbles wickedness.

Calculated, body language is like a cat’s, slow and deliberated, like she could walk anywhere and you should kiss the ground the lands in.

Will gladly judge anyone that doesn’t meet her impossible standards, and won’t stop at tears.

Giggles and laughs like a poltergeist sending their haunted pray mad, covering her mouth in false mannerism, truly she doesn’t think you’re worthy of seeing her smile.

Ayato

name

Ayuna - planner, blood, precious stone.

physical appearance

Rebel short red hair, thick and mostly messy and fluffy, opened bangs on her forehead, curly/wavy.

Green bright eyes, thick lashes and red toned, round and big.

Slightly shorter than her elders, but still pretty tall and athletic, fuller body with pale warm-toned skin and bronze faint freckles.

Full pinkish lips, full fluffy cheeks, pointed teeth (almost all of them) and has western features.

Hands always in bandages and with crooked knuckles.

Wears hoodies and matching baggy sets, green and red, black occasionally, sports shoes and ankle length sports socks, would rather chew sand than wear a skirt.

Tomboy style, occasionally styles her hair in two low ponytails, or braids, the rarest you’ll see is a high pony.

Wears Nike, Vans and Dsquared2, very comfortable wear and loose clothes, baggy. During the summer likes to wear bermuda shorts and cropped tees.

personality

Rude and obnoxious, her way or the highway or you can go die for all she cares. Laughs maniacally while she beats you up.

90s American bully, loud and egocentric, will throw hands at anything and talks back to everyone. Everyone.

Toxic positivity, especially with her younger sisters, insults you into doing your best, and most importantly, insistent.

Body language hard and invasive, uses fists to grab onto people’s clothes for everything, doesn’t understand the concept of ‘personal space’ especially when she’s pissed.

Scans people from head to toe, and then laughs loudly to whoever she finds amusing, doesn’t care about consequences or feelings.

Kanato

name

Kirie - pretty, fog, light.

physical appearance

Medium length pale dark purple hair, usually styled wavy, rarely straightens it, thin bangs.

Shiny purple eyes, they look made of glass. Long dark lashes with double eyelids, round shaped, her eyes resemble the ones of the mandela catalogue’s characters.

Has a sharp unsettling gaze, can stare into your soul without blinking or moving for hours straight.

The shortest of her sisters, very slim and skinny with sickly white skin, ice cold and smooth skin like a porcelain doll’s.

Round thin lips, pale pink/purple tint on her cheeks and lips, round soft cheeks with a high pointed nose.

Crooked knees turned inside like a doll’s legs, thin wrists and ankles, sharp collarbones.

Wears lolita fashion with a mix of gloomy coquette, ruffles and bows, petticoats, mary janes, laces and colored stockings.

Queen of accessories, hairpins on her side bangs, headbands with straight hair, bows on her braids, big bows on her ponytail, wears all kind of hairstyles.

Wears Angelic pretty, Victorian Maiden and Baroque, usually in black, purple and sometimes pink, but likes to wear every color.

personality

Creepy, ghost like talk and demeanor, body language is trembling and unsettling, uncomfortable gaze that makes you freeze. Quiet and still walk.

Throws fists and kicks feet whenever she can’t articulate her anger, cries over anything.

Childish, dramatic and dreadful, throws incredible tantrums whenever someone pushes her buttons, which could be for anything.

Scary by actions, she fists tightly the necks of the poor cabbage dolls that remind her of her mother, just to tear off the fabric head, stabs the cookies in her plate with a fork and is always watching.

Looks like a cute porcelain doll, but the real picture of her soul says that if you as much as annoy her at the slightest, you’ll become the new guest at her afternoon doll tea party.

Laito

name

Lilia - lily, night, rebirth.

physical appearance

Curly red hair, long and hearty, thick with strong and ruffled locks that glow bronze in daylight, it covers almost all of her face with its beauty.

The prettiest green eyes, bright and fun, long up turned lashes that seduce many, foreign features that resemble the ones her mother had.

Bright teethed smile, with pink full lips and toned cheekbones, youthful appearance like a 60’s sex symbol.

Dream body, slim and pale skin with a few freckles here and there, the tiniest waist and long strong legs, cured hands with short pink nails.

French lookalike face, up turned nose with a faint pink tint on the tip. Kissy red/pink lips, pouty and plump to attract better.

Wears y2k fashion and 2000’s iconic looks, paired with flower prints, golden accessories, heels of all kinds, headbands, furry jackets, miniskirts and big belts.

Likes to wear her rebel bushy hair down all the time, loves big earrings and matched necklaces with bracelets, loves waist chains and covering herself in precious stones

Wears dolce&gabbana, Roberto Cavalli and Juicy Couture. Usually always wears red, green and denim or sparkly/fur fabrics.

personality

Charming, very positive, sweet personality with a sprinkle of teenage coolness, like the hottest girl in school that every guy has or had a crush on.

Girl crush concept humanized, bubbly and bright, the easiest person to open up with, that seems to match with everyone.

Mischievous, because the true being under that smile lies in the temptress inside her, lures man into her just to hold a golden apple before them and then kill their egos.

Treats her values like the most delicious fruit, every man wants a bite of the forbidden fruit she hides with so much regard, and knows that all these fools truly see is nothing but her body, and uses that against them.

But deep down, very deep down, there is the shadow of a little girl that liked to play with her sisters, and that was handled in the worst way, by the worst people.

Subaru

name

Sana - praise, splendor, art.

physical appearance

Long lustrous thick white hair, pale and healthy, reaches to her upper tights and covers almost all of her back, recognizable even in the fullest crowd, keeps it straight and still, shields her from unwanted looks or pity.

Sharp red deep gaze, usually worn with a long black eyeliner, lashes black and long, double eyelids that make her eyes the most focusing point of her entire face, annoyed gaze.

Long cold hands, accessorized with multiple silver rings, broken knuckles, tries to keep a tidy black manicure, but always ends up breaking or biting her nails.

Tall and curvy body, toned torso and full hips, thin collarbones with strong arms and legs, tones muscles that reflect here and there, like in her tights or shoulders. Muscular arms and broad shoulders.

Wears gothic and emo fashion, miniskirts, fishnets, chunky shoes and big belts, statement necklaces, ruined gloves or stockings, layered shirts and leather ornaments. Big boots are one of her most worn item, likes to wear halter tops to highlight her shoulders, and wears low-rise jeans and skirts.

Loves piercings, has a belly button ring and almost all of her ear pierced, most likely to get snake bites. Dirty silver all the way. And accessories her outfits heavily, with chokers, leather garters, chunky bracelets and big earrings.

Wears Alexander McQueen, Vivienne Westwood and Killstar, primarily in black, red and sometimes burgundy. But tries to keep her wardrobe dark and gloomy as defense.

personality

Violent, extremely dangerous temper, yells like a mad woman if it doesn’t go her way, at the top of her lungs her screams are, so loud it could wake up the dead.

Can break a skull with one hand, fists more powerful than a torture device, walls and furniture can shatter if she as much as caresses them when she’s furious, words so powerful they can reduce to tears if heard enough.

Helpless, deep down she knows that all that anger, all that madness and hatred, comes from another neglected woman, that before her was abused and tortured by a man. A man that forever ruined their perception of love.

Always gloomy and sad, rarely shows hints of happiness, rarely can be seen tranquil or pleased, has developed multiple forms of fidgeting and subtle self harming behaviors, skin picking, nail biting, legs trembling and fingers tapping, all well hidden from unwanted pitiful eyes.

Push her buttons enough and you’ll understand the true meaning of built up hatred.

Ruki

name

Runa - secret, moon, flower

physical appearance

Long black/dark brown silky hair, the ends slightly curled, curtain open bangs that kiss her cheeks.

Tired ocean eyes, light blue irises that almost don’t reflect any light, with long, brown, light lashes.

A small mole on the lower eyelid of her left eye, toned jawline and high cheekbones.

Round, plump, downturned, beige lips, pale smooth skin, and ice cold. A few maroon moles on her arms and legs.

Tall and fit, with long legs but short arms, small and skinny hands, hip dips and a small waist, toned collarbones.

Wears dark coquette and dark academia, loves blue plaid and black turtlenecks, her taste in music mixes with gothic culture, loves biker boots and leather jackets with fur in them.

Silver small necklaces, headbands, mary janes, long coats, vintage bags, Mou boots in winter, gloves, scarfs, miniskirts and onesies in the summer.

Wears Burberry, Vivienne Westwood and Hermès, loves black and blue, but sometimes will sneak a bit of white in her accessories, and sometimes even brown.

personality

Manipulative, extremely smart when it comes to the human mind, reads through souls like the expert herself, handles conversations with big important words.

Before you know it, she’s been talking about nothing for hours, answers without saying anything, uses the right words and phrases in the right times, and somehow, before you even realize it, you told her everything and she didn’t tell you anything.

Desolate, because her eyes are just empty, so pale and gray the once well known bright turquoise of her gaze has now been replaced by a gray shade that doesn’t reflect light.

On her arms, lay still the faint scars of a life that wasn’t meant for her, perhaps a punishment by fate. Scars that have know ingrained in her skin, as a reminder of what she once was.

Deep down she knows that she’s envious and evil for a reason, but it’s still unclear and blurry in the back of her mind.

Yuma

name

Yena - art, grace, strength

physical appearance

Mid-length sun kissed wavy hair, on the tone of strawberry blonde and the lightest brown, wavy on the bangs and curled on the sides.

Bronze shiny eyes, the same color of honey lies in her irises, with fanning long lashes and theatrically round and big eyes.

Beige tanned skin, the prettiest sun kisses on her arms and cheeks, plump and full body with round curves, very tall and thick.

Warm skin, soft embraces that melt anywho that gets wrapped around her, big and pouty peachy lips, and pink cheeks, a natural red tan/burn on get cheeks and nose.

Wears country core, and modernized vintage dresses, loves big and long white dresses, brown aprons, capris, high waisted shorts and rain boots.

Laces, blouses, garden gloves, sandals—prefers to be barefoot, halter tops, statement gold necklaces, braids, bandanas, handkerchiefs on hair as accessories, jackets that shelter her and bare legs.

Wears vintage Gucci, Dior and Maison Margela, brown and beige in all shades, sometimes black, cream white, maybe even red and blue plaid.

personality

Savage, the mouth on this girl. Loud and inconsiderate voice, spouts insults and orders whenever she thinks its necessary, vulgar and some how incomprehensible insults to whoever.

Test her. Only dare to test her and she shall slap your head upside down, very few times violent with fists, but still very strong and bold, disciplines who disrespects her herself, and isn’t afraid of anything.

Disoriented, because the truth is that, she can’t remember almost anything of when she was younger, sleep haunted with vivid images and feeling of fire and heat on her skin, distant screams and begs of help, where do they come from?

Most times gets furious with herself, why can’t she remember? What is there to remember? A distant past signed by a gloomy epilogue, an epilogue that marked her, but that she can’t remember.

She can be harsh and positive at the same time, using her words and will to make sure her sisters are safe, will never admit it, but looks after each one of them.

Kou

name

Kim - gold, fortess, leader.

physical appearance

Long and wavy blonde locks, thin bangs with two curtain bangs on the sides, brushes on her upper thigh, platinum/golden blonde.

Princess blue eyes, shiny and round, turquoise irises that reflect light like two sapphires, long pale lashes with double eyelids.

Honey like shin, not too tan but not too pale, warmer skin in contrast with her sisters, has a few freckles and moles on her body, slightly shorter than her sisters.

Slimly built, petite frame and body with a non existent waist, long legs, small calves and small hands.

Wears Kogal fashion, mixes it with McBling. Loves animal patterns, like cheetah print or zebra print, loves rhinestones and laces, anything that screams tackyness.

Cropped jackets, furs, miniskirts and dresses, high heels, tacky jewelry, colored and patterned thighs, thick shoes, bows and crop tops with words.

Wears Murakami, Playboy and Von Dutch, loves bright pinks and blues, doesn’t like dark colors but still styles them correctly for her style.

personality

Bubbly, bright smiles and loud voice, agitated demeanor with encouraging words and expressions, always happy and supportive.

Net idol behavior, always happy to give out advices and the real life social butterfly, everyone wants to be friends with her, everyone wants to be her.

Fake, because that’s just a mask. To hide her true self under the smiles and laughs, lies a bitter and twisted humanoid that thrives on seeing others suffer, that knows she can get away with anything.

But also envious and shallow, wonders and questions if beauty is everything she has to give, if her value is really measured on her beauty. And before you know it she can go from loving you to hating you.

Every moment with her is a roller coaster, because you never know what kind of emotion will alter her brain completely.

Azusa

name

Aeri - reason, affection, beloved

physical appearance

Long silky black hair, with a few blue/gray strands over the scalp, bangs that brush on her forehead and hair that reaches her waist, always straight and put.

Sad big blue eyes, the color of her tears, always has black eyelids from the mascara smears of her tears, a few healed cuts on her cheeks and lips.

Very slim and tall, gloomy appearance, pale and white like a ghost. Red flushed cheeks and tips of fingers from the numerous self harm behaviors.

Bandages all over her arms and upper thighs, sometimes even between her fingers and neck, very fragile and petite, slow and barely audible voice.

Wears gothic fashion mixed with dark coquette, sometimes goes with lolita accessories, likes to wear winter fashion with heavy boots and coats.

Plaid fabric, fuzzy cotton clothes, winter boots, leg warmers and warm clothing, headbands and hair clips, gloves and gothic accessories, sometimes heels or paired scarves.

Wears Vivienne Westwood, Ralph Lauren and MiuMiu, likes black and blue, gray and white sometimes, silver jewelry.

personality

Helpless, because it is known, its known that no matter how many times they will heal, no matter how many fresh bandages will be put in her arms, she will always cut herself open, in the hope to find that pleasure that was never known to her.

She knows that she can’t help herself, the temptation of slicing her scars open all over again, for those two seconds of pleasure, those two seconds that make her mind quiet and blank.

Sweet, and soft spoken, acts without malice or bad intentions towards others, oddly comforting presence especially around her elders. Fragile like glass emotionally.

In deep need of comforting everyone around her, and hopes she won’t get targeted as a burden for wanting to help others, sometimes bites onto her own words, worried that she may have spoken too much.

But what is all of that worth, when she can’t help the most important person in her life, herself.

[sunthyme]

Hehehe. Part two baby! Be prepared! (Pun absolutely intended) Also, to the people who are yelling the the tags, I love you guys! I read them all and I can't say thank you enough. It genuinely means a ton!🩷🩷🩷

Enough of me being sappy,

🌻Savanaclaw🌻

Disclaimer: Savanaclaw is like lowkey my favourite dorm, not in terms of redesigns but I love the characters. Huge Leona fan and Jack and Ruggie are my children so I will not stop talking about them. You have been warned.

First up, though y'all have seen him already,

♟️Leona Kingscholar♟️

(he/him) - Unlabelled but doesn't care about gender

I snuck in a lil treat of my work in progress housewarden card. The jumpscare it was to toggle my version with the og card underneath, y'all. Am I making my version of pretty much all his cards? Yes. Will they ever be finished? Who knows? Anyways, onto the headcanons...

- Physically, I feel like I changed a lot and not a lot at the same time. I gave him some more scars which I guarantee you are from really stupid accidents.

- Piercing on his ears just cause I felt they fit him and snakebites because (I'm so down bad for them) it gave the illusion of fangs even with his mouth closed. Gave him moles cause they're pretty.

- I textured his hair and gave him a shit ton more because if the og design won't AT LEAST give him fluffier hair, what's the point? Yana Toboso, if you don't give this man a high ponytail in the Clubwear Card, I will hunt you down. Also made his front, larger braids the colour of Cheka's (And presumably Farena's) hair because honestly? They didn't really look similar enough? Also threw in some smaller braid to 'tie' them in more (haha).

- Someone gave him like this cool inverted pupil due to a scene in the movie but I simplified it to basically heterochromia.

- This might be hardly noticeable but I give give him slightly more muscle? I felt it suited him more idk.

- Onto non-physical headcanons, he has 💕depression💕! This is kinda not up for debate given how much he exemplifies the symptoms. Hell, he made me realise that I may have depression cause I was like, "Damn, he's so relatable, not wanting to get out of bed, no motivation to do anything, struggling to care of himself. He just like me frfr- oh..."

- By the way, I see a lot of people talking about Ruggie's reaction to the fallout of Book 2 but I think that on Leona's side, he felt horrible and probably locked himself away for a WHILE. I think his mental state must have been terrible and I'm SO PISSED HIS FCKING PROBLEMS NEVER GOT BROUGHT AGAIN WTF! Well, I'm on Book 4 so maybe???

- Anyways, I saw someone posit he could also be autistic, more on the asymptomatic side which is actually growing on me a lot. Picky eater, doesn't like tighter clothes, not fond of loud noises, smaller things but I'm a fan.

- Really random but I like the idea that he's one of those people who kids love for literally no reason, he just doesn't like to be around them.

- Is actually extremely book smart, though that's kinda already canon but I mean this bitch was a nerd when he was younger. Knows way too much on various topics, especially about his homeland.

- He can purr. I know lion's can't but there are literal mer and fae. He's just a big kitty. My and Idia like ���� when it comes to thinking of Leona as just a big meow. I have a cat who doesn't like anyone but I'm her favourite, I could win him over.

I could talk about him for sooooo long tbh so I'll shut up now.

Anyways, now for my boy,

💸Ruggie Bucchi💸

(he/she) Bigender - Biromantic Asexual

God I love my bigender child.

- I made him black, though probably mixed and gave him vitiligo for both visual flavour and a mild(?) reference to like hyena spots?

- He originally was going to have her hair down but then I realised how many of them had their natural hair already so I gave him dreads? I'll have to render them out at some point.

- Gave her more scars too, since she grew up in a more rough environment. Made his eyes really big and cute 'cause I feel like she can get extras when she hits 'em with the puppy eyes.

- Probably got mad ADHD, has to constantly be fiddling with something or another. Wears spinny rings a lot. He's actually really good at paying attention in class and likes to learn.

- Steals from Leona, whether it's money or items or clothes he leaves out (which, while Leona would never admit, he purposefully leaves out for Ruggie).

- Oh and a post pointed out that hyenas can purr, so have fun with that.

That's mostly it for now, but expect this list to grow lmao.

Now for,

💪Jack Howl💪

(he/him) - Queer (he doesn't know lol, just knows he likes dudes at this point)

Not me struggling to find a weight emoji (I failed) 😭😭😭

- Ah, I made a reference in the Heartslabyul post about my concern about darker skinned characters with white hair and I was mainly talking about Jack. I also had to make Kiki, and I figured that wolves have pretty naturally salt-and-pepper hair, so why not. I actually love how it looks omg, it's very pretty and marbled.

- Gave him darker skin, since I headcanon him as black but I did see someone who designed him as indigenous so it might change in the future idk. Also it makes his eyes almost glow and I love that for him.

- He gets more scars too, though likely from sports rather than fights or anything.

- He's autistic. Apologies that so many of them are autistic to me, not only am I autistic but like, the way they're written speaks to me. His whole moral compass being the reason for Book 2 playing out like it did was an immediate 'yes' from me. He's my boy and my son and I will fistfight anyone that smack talks him (looking at those Savannaclaw NPCs in one of Deuce's vignettes).

- Oh, I forgot. He listens to K-Pop. I don't know if it?s canon that he has younger siblings, though I totally think he does, but one of them accidentally got him into K-Pop and J-Pop so whenever he's at the gym, that's what he's listening to lmao. Specifically girl groups, he likes them enough that he knows all their names. He insists it's out of respect, which it is but he's also lowkey a stan too lol.

- Generally has a weakness for cute things, even if he doesn't show it. Also a total plant nerd omg. He could instruct you on pretty much any houseplant on how much sunlight and water it needs, seasonal changes, etc.

Final note is that I'll make a separate post about him and Epel, cause I love them and have some headcanons there too.

Now for my ocs!

💎Kiki Adebayo💎

Third Year - (she/her) Transfem - Aromantic Demisexual Sapphic

- Twisted from Rafiki? I think that's his name, the baboon. I'm crying sobbing throwing up that you can't see her eyes in this.

- She got the white hair since the fur on a baboon is directly white and took inspiration from Dislyte's Isis design. Her eyes are a pale gold like her earrings and she has red to blue eye shadow.

- Natural resting bitch face but she's just tired most of the time. She'd probably be the actual vice housewarden as I think her family has been close to Leona's for a long time, though she earned her spot with her own skills.

- Additionally, I wouldn't call her and Leona 'childhood friends' but she's known him for a long time. She's like, concerned about him as he's changed so much but she also worries that it's not her place. As a result, she tries to make sure Ruggie's not taking on too much and handles most of the dormhead duties herself.

God, she's so pretty omg anyways

👟Mandisa Jelani👟

Second Year - (they/she) Demi-girl - Pansexual

- Mandisa is also based on the hyenas, though I don't know if her and Ruggie are from the same pack necessarily.

- I gave her scars, moles, and some piercings as well, I just felt like they'd suit her.

- I think she and Jack would be relatively similar in terms of personality, I see her being the gruffer upperclassmen. I think she'd be rather protective of the first years, knowing how harsh the older dorm members can be and she does her best to make everyone feel welcome.

Next up,

🤘Rocío Chávez🤘

Second Year - (she/her but doesn't really care) Transfem - Panromantic Asexual

You'll never guess who she's based on /j

- My girlie based on Kronk from The Emperor's New Groove! Yes, she is a big and buff bimbo? Himbo? I don't know but she's got a heart of gold and head empty.

- I wanted to keep her physique cause it always annoys me when people genderbend a character but don't keep them proportional to their og design. Mini tangent over, she so silly I love her.

- She and my Yzma character met as first years and have been inseparable since, though I'll talk more about that later.

- Not a massive ton of characterisation sine it's been a while since I've seen this movie too but I'm always open to suggestions.

Finally, my silly

🎸Abayomi Furaha🎸

First Year - (she/they/it) Nonbinary - Bisexual

- My final baby from Savanaclaw, also based on a hyena. Specifically the lil bug-eyed one, but I gave her a lazy eye instead. Not sure how well that comes across but I tried.

- She's got scars, was definitely bullied as a kid and I think that once the dorm members consider her a part of the pack, they'd be super overprotective as a result.

- That being said, she's more than capable of defending herself as she's good at various martial arts.

- She's into rock music and joined the music club as a result. Probably a drummer or guitarist as I think she's insecure about her voice.

- She and Mandisa are quite close and she convinced them to dye the edges of her hair red. Abayomi wanted touch up hers and managed to get Mandisa in on to lol.

That's all for now! Stay tuned for Octavinelle and thank you so much for reading!

[dudepilled]

The Dudes as girls :3

(I know Doe is a canonical female counterpart but lets pretend the protag from the Postal series was a girl all along) P1:

-Librarian core -Long skirts, combat boots, and those long arm warmers under her trenchcoat to keep her warm -Twirls her long hair as an anxious stim (Her hair is like down the middle of her back i'd like to think). She occasionally braids her hair and styles it to the side -Chipped black nail polish from biting her nails -She'd probably own those black slim fit dresses with the turtleneck

P2:

-WHITE TRAAAASH -Fiona Gallagher type fits -A lot of shirts cut into muscle tees for the summer and you can see her sports bra (you will never catch her with an actual bra its sports bras or NUTHIN) -Hair is either short or shoulder length slicked back -Natural long eyelashes. They're a pretty ginger color too

P3:

-THE KNOCKERS ON THIS BITCH GAHDAMN (Im talking E cup dawg. Jayne Mansfield type tiddies) -Just past shoulder length hair thats cut into a mullet. Either spiked up or in a ponytail -Flavored lipgloss whore. Her lips are always shiny with a pinky gloss or a nice clear but sparkly one -Genius at Girl Math (iykyk)

P4:

-WHITE TRAAAASH PT 2 -She is the cookie monster pjs girl -Fashion? Dunno her. All pjs and sweats with thrift store graphic tees -Doesn't really give a shit about hygiene either. Why waste money on body wash once a month if you can space it out over the next three months? also avid PTA shower haver (Pits, tits, ass) -Knows all the 7/11 employees by name and is the only one whos nice to them (we all know a girl like her whos the sweetest customer ever)

[jamesissadagain]

Lyrics from a song I wrote for my friend when I was younger?

Sunshine frames your face like dandelions, my butterfly.

See you soon under the evening light.

The cornfields look so healthy and so bright

Under the sky, as the sun keeps looking at you—what a sight.

The concrete tiles under the shade of our shadows,

The clock strikes six, and I think I saw a star above.

I wonder what she’s feeling, but I bet she feels like me,

Like a lonely little bitch that did not get a "she."

You feel so nice; your hands wrap around mine.

You smile so bright, so precious and divine.

Your cornfields keep filling up with your love;

Maybe you’ll take me there to see them all, one day.

Why do I feel like this? I should be loving this.

You are my greatest friend. You are my greatest friend.

Wet cement and a sad playlist of all of my songs,

You’re way too kind—you’re asking me "what’s wrong?".

Look at you—the radiance, the glow.

I cut my hair short so you could watch it grow.

I love when you pull them into a ponytail,

I love your braces and your stupid braids.

You keep talking about how much you want to sew your fashion line,

Kiss the love of your life, and make a life out of your dreams.

Did you know that you had such kissable lips?

Or how your silent nods give me a reason to be?

I’m so happy to be your friend.

(I wish we could be more.)

I’m so glad that you chose me

( 'cause I love you).

The sun’s coming down; I guess, this is the end.

Haha, see you tomorrow in the morning, my love.

Just kidding, I would never do that to you.

That’s weird. Haha.

[levforfakes]

ok I'll start with percy, i like it when people have their original names so he'll have the nickname percy but be called like perses or smth more fem. she's got like a wavy sort of shoulder length hair? im thinking of book percy, so like she always puttingn her hair through it and pushing it to one side and shit, yk?

ok annabeth. idfk what kind of name, maybe like asher or smth, though not sure if that fits his vibe, im trying to go with names that start with the same letter so maybe like alexander. he definitely doesn't have like a really neat haircut, its like fluffy and frizzy and and messy and he never cuts it, im thinking sort of like magnus, since yk they're cousins.

next one is grover. her name's grace, her bf juniper calls her gracie. she's got body hair. shes half goat. shes got big fluffy hair, like shoulder blade length, and she'd wear smth like short skirts and long sleeve pretty shirts. and i think she wears it in braids or smth with flowers in it from junipers tree.

luke: luke's name is luka. she's still got short hair, sort of masc and def gels it, idk just feels like her vibe. she likes wearing pretty dresses like prom dresses and switches them off with tuxs and stuff.

ok jason now. i think jasons name would be Jay, like just the nickname, maybe she never learned her name when her mom left her idk. but she has a wolfcut, im obsessed with wolfcut jason either way so yk. (friend told me she prolly couldnt cut her hair during her time in new rome, so she had the most atrocious high pony tails and buns)

piper: i think piper is gender neutral so, it works. leo and jay still call him pipes and beauty queen and stuff. he's got long pretty hair that he always, i mean, always wears down. he likes wearing flowerey shirts and baggy pants. like a small shirt big pants kinda guy.

leo: my fav. leo's name is like león or leóna. but again, still goes by leo. shes got like a chin length cut, curly and shit. she wears her regular shit, dirty fucking clothes, but shes likes it when piper does her makeup (rly well bc piper's dad was hollywood shit). especially red lips and smoky eyes.

hazel: still hazel i think. honestly im so bad with names despite loving to come up with them. i would say hudson maybe? old fashioned and pretty. He's got the same hair, long and pretty, and he likes locks and likes having them with pretty hair rings with crystals on them (not sure if thats what you call them). he puts them up in big braids and ponytails.

frank: frances ig? i dont really like it but cant come up with something else. i think she still has a buzzcut, with her mom being military and all. she wears the same stuff and is still buff and fat and shes got broad shoulders and i love her sm.

reyna: honestly i think ryan would suck for him so like i found reina as a masc name, so... idc if yall dont like it. i do. so. he's got a shorter more military cut, like what that main percy fanart is? love him as well. they're honestly so similar.

clarisse: changed to clarice. with choppy oily and also dry hair at the same time. its like a bit past his shoulders but not very clearly because its so choppy. he always wears a bandanna too.

selena: adding her bc i love her. selenus maybe? going with greek inspired names but you all can give me ideas, so. i think he's got very nice hair, very smooth, very silky. cant decide if its long and he braids it like a pretentious bitch or he has it like a weird little anime boy. like the basic shiny shit, with bangs.

beckendorf: though his name is charlie. i think it would be charlotte obvs. she's got shoulder length braids because working in the forge is better when your hair is short. shes still buff again, still percy's bisexual awakening.

nico: don't know how i forgot him. niccolà. she has pretty short hair, only a little emo, i think she's got a strip of it dyed blonde that switches between bright neon colors and j blonde depending on the mood. will does it for her.

will: willa, or willow. so pretty. she always has it in a bun because she's a medic and you cant get hair in your face when youre doing a surgery. nicco def calls her willoughby. she also has bangs but pins it out of her face with bobby pins or shiny girly hair clips. sanrio hairclips. nicco uses them too. bc theyre girlfriends.

coach hedge: still coach hedge. but maybe hester bc i like it. same hair, basically j hedge but butch

chiron: legally cant sjow boobs but totally would bc centaut things. same name. long ponytail shes got greys and mr d fucking loves them. forced to put it in pigtails with the party ponies. french braids too.

last but least sally: sal. is still aspiring writer, still has a ponytail. he still is a heartthrob at his candy shop. not balding because hes a god jk but not rly. his hair is also greying both in a sexy way, like middleage dilf kinda thing.

i'll reblog with the gods and others i forgot.

@genderbenduniverse

[andromeda-astrology]

Baby Girl ~ Isman x Female! Oc ( Song Of Crimson Nile/ Romance Club ) Sequel to my woman ( Part 3 )

Part 2 ------>

title - Baby Girl ( Isman x Female original character )

Fandom: Song Of Crimson Nile

Summary: After learning they will leave for thebes, harmony must prepare for the worst... But first, there is something she must tell Isman.

Warning: Mention of sexual content. Mention of pregnancy, etc.

Pairings: Isman x Fem!Oc, Ramesses x Eva, Dia x ???.

As a few days went by, Eva told their mentor Remmao about Dia leaving late at night. Harmony went rigid, if Eva knew Her and Isman were sneaking out late at night as well, it would end badly for everyone.

To be honest, Harmony did not like Dia at all.

The girl was a liability.

And she didn't trust her at all.

Eva was more of a friend to her.

She could remember the look Dia gave Eva. It took everything in her to not laugh.

After their lesson, Harmony, Dia and Eva went to take a bath. Right now she had a towel wrapped around her lower body with her long hair covering her hair.

She begin to apply milk and lavender to her body, Eva and Dia we're using different method for their bodies.

Lavender helps soothe the body and nerves.

She washed her face and listened as Dia and Eva talked. Something about Dia's past, someone she loved.

Ex.

Harmony didn't give them any mind, she rinsed all the liquid off her body, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around her top.

She got out of the bathtub.

A few minutes later Dia and Eva followed behind her.

It was like she was the ring leader.

A smile spread across her face.

Maybe she was.

[~]

As the afternoon came, Harmony was on edge this was her first Necromancy / Oneiromancy trip. To say she was nervous, all the nerve in her body was rocking through her skin.

She took a deep breath and placed her hair in two long ponytail braids and put on her black cloak.

She placed her mask on, and it transformed. Now she was unrecognizable. No one would know it was her.

She met up with Eva.

The young woman was nervous, but they agreed with each other and met up with a woman named, Theonoe.

She held a jug of beer in her hand. Harmony snatched it from her and placed it in her bag.

No, just no.

The woman was nervous around them both.

Because their earlier conversation didn't end well.

< Earlier that day >

Eva and Harmony were looking out at the water, lost in thoughts just thinking about what would happen in the next few days.

That's when they heard footsteps.

Quickly they sat on their silk and faked a smile.

“ Oh, sorry. I was looking for lizard, I'm hunting them”.

The woman looked at them both with curious and different facial expressions. Harmony did not buy it.

She narrowed her eyes. “ Go on, we are not in your way”. The woman steps forward.

“ I'm sorry. You two are Shesmu aren't you?.”

Eva's nervousness went out of the soul of her body, while Harmony was ready to throw hands.

“ What a silly question. -” Eva started.

“ No” Harmony finished glaring at the woman.

“ Please! I'll pay you both more coins. Just make it stop”.

Both Harmony and Eva looked at each other. “ No, go bother someone else. Go use another Shesmu”.

They begin to walk away.

But the woman stopped them. She grabbed Eva by the arm and didn't let go. Harmony was furious, how dare the bitch grab her friend like that?.

She reached forward and snatched the woman's hair. “ Let.Her.Go....Now!” she snarled.

The woman let go.

“ Please, I just want you two help.”

They stopped to listen to her story, she was young and thought she was in love. But it was clearly passion and lust, not love.

They both agreed, but she would pay them extra.

After the woman left, both Eva and Harmony looked at each other.

Ohh, this was going to be hard.

Their work outfit was damaged from throwing it in the water.

They had work to do.

[ Time Skip ]

After successfully removing the energy from Theonoe, Both Eva and Harmony were about to walk back to their home.

But Harmony thought of something and told Eva she'll meet her later. She had something to do first. Hopefully it goes well and Eva doesn't get caught by the Epistates and his crew.

After making sure Eva got home safety, she ran into Amen and she had to lie her way of it, but this time Amen didn't believe her.

He told her he would take her with him, rather she liked it or not.

Harmony was sad, now her friend would leave her. Who would she talk to now?.

She wiped away a tear, she didn't know she was crying. Taking a deep breath, she decided to meet up with her boyfriend at their usual spot.

No one would come and no one knew this place exist.

After a few minutes, Isman came out of the tall plants. He smiled when he saw her and opened his arms for her.

“ Come here” he cooed.

Harmony didn't hesitate, she walked over to him and embraced him.

The two hug for a while, both showering each other with kisses, love and affection.

After a while Isman sat her down on a log and the two engage in a series conversation.

“ So I'm going to Thebes with the hunters ” he started.

Harmony was shocked, but before she could proceed it all in, her mouth moved before she could take it all in.

“ Oh, not you too”.

Isman looked at her with a confused facial expression. “ Hmm?”.

“ There's something I need to tell you, Isman” her words came out slowly.

Around them, there was the sound of the wind howling and bushes moving in the distance.

“ What is it love?” Isman asked, moving hair from her face.

Harmony bit her lip and took a deep breath, it was now or never. “ There are multiple things I need to tell you, but please believe me. You have to”.

Her boyfriend cooed and pulled her close, he tucked her head under his neck and kissed her forehead softly. “ I'm here tell me”.

She braced herself, it was time.

“ Well it started”....

[~]

The next morning Harmony was not dealing up to dealing with Remmao. It was the same thing every day, he taught them, one of them did something and at the end of the day they got scowled and repeated.

This particular morning would be different they would be leaving for Thebes.

And to say she was nervous.

What if something goes wrong?.

She was with child, she couldn't let anything happen to her family.

She placed her hand on her stomach and took a deep breath, she could do this.

This was what she was here for, this was her job.

She was the key to the future.

Standing to her feet, she placed her hand on her stomach and whispered a spell.

And it was done.

Harmony walked out of the room and down the corridors.

She walks until she nearly bumps into Ramesses. “ Hi,” he said cheerfully.

She blinked, what had gotten him in a good mood?.

“ Hi to yourself.”

He linked his arms with her and took her out of the room.

* * *

Just as they were about to leave, Milo came running at her, Harmony petted his ears as the dog licked her hand.

“ Who's a good boy?” she asked, the dog tail wagged more.

“ Woof” the dog barked.

She then moved back and the dog ran off, looking ahead she made eye contact with Isman.

He smiled, winked, and helped his dog inside.

Looking away, last night conversation was stuck in her mind.

Would she make it out alive?

With a sigh.

Harmony placed her items on the trolley and got inside the chariot.

No one was near her, so she was good.

But not before long.

Evthys came in with Dia.

Both females smiled at her and she returned a smile.

Oh, Anubis.

This was going to be a long ride.

[~]

To Be Continued.

[zyafics-recs]

RACING FIC??? OH U KNOW I ADORE U ⬇️

he should’ve known you'd be there; racing was always your first love; there was no way you'd pass up the opportunity even if to. you two were not on speaking terms, but that’s no excuse.

why r we not on speaking terms what did the bitchass do

the familiar revving sends chills down his spine, but everyone else cheers the crowd as you drift into view. he watches you slowly remove your helmet, brushing back stray hairs. your back-lengthed box braids tied up in a ponytail safe for two strands tucked behind your ears. you’re rocking a white leather jacket with pink stripes. you unzip your jacket, revealing a white bikini top that hugs your breasts. his hand tightens into a fist as he looks down and sees pink cowboy boots with red hearts on the side—it’s the pair he got for your birthday.

waittt reader is so fineee, rafe MOVE, i want her

rafe looks around, finally noticing that you've caught the attention of most of the men there. their salacious stares make him sick; he wants nothing more than to gouge their eyes out and drag you back to his place. before he can spiral further, he’s brought back to reality by a familiar, bright, infectious laugh.

hehehe

it’s a guy. he should’ve known; of course, it’s a guy. you’re twirling your hair and smiling at him the way you used to smile at him. he tells himself that the guy’s probably not even that funny, and you’re just giving him a pity laugh ‘cause he’s a total fucking loser or a pervert. there’s no way you actually like him; you would never entertain a guy like him, not even to make him jealous. 

calm down sir ur not the only boy in the world

"fucking hell," you mumble under your breath as he shoves his way through the crowd of spectators, not paying their shouts of anger and annoyance any mind. he looks like a man on a mission. it’s kind of hot. you disembark from your bike and begin your stretches, hoping to any god that is listening that you're mistaken and that his attention is pointed elsewhere. 

okay no other notes other than there's something in this specific scene that i just fucked with; like the writing stood out to me

you look at the racers and spectators leering and shrug. "i'd say it's working, wouldn't you?” you smirk as you rise from your stretch.

let's go baby, let's go!!!

rafe watches her walk over to jj, ignoring his friend’s question to avoid lashing out at him. “do me a favor, man, shut the fuck up.”

the one thing that's consistent through every universe... every fic i've read... rafe will always tell topper to shut the fuck up

you don’t have time for his judgment; you roll your eyes as you bend down to inspect his bike. “spell ‘fraternizing’ jj.” he flicks you off, and you return the gesture.

lmaooo don't DO HIM LIKE THAT

he chuckles and scratches the back of his head, a telltale sign that something else is weighing on his consciousness. you frown as you inspect the chain on his bike; it’s rusty and barely moves when you tug it. “god, you and last minute shit. why didn’t you bring this to me sooner? i would’ve fixed this up, you know? but now? jj, you know you can’t fucking race on this.”

again, no comment, just compliments (hehe) something about this specific paragraph stands out <3

“jj!” you slam on the breaks and jump off your bike when it comes to a complete halt. you run over to jj, not caring as the other racers speed past you for the finish line. you rip off your helmet and throw it aside before turning to him and frantically checking him for injuries. “hey, hey, you’re okay, you’re okay.”

that punk ass bitch

she removes herself from topper’s side and steps up to you two. “excuse me?” topper tries to pull her back, but she shrugs him off. "you know, rafe, you used to be cool before you started slumming it.”

i know her mouth ain't running to rafe

“he just came back from south america, where he was hunted down by trained killers, and watched someone die—he needed me!”  “i needed you!”

ooo reader ngl he kinda ate u up here too

“i don’t believe you, rafe!” you sigh and rub the bridge of your nose. you look at rafe, and he finally sees the exhaustion in every movement. “i'm done playing games.”

wait, i'm confused who said "i needed you" because why is it followed up with "i don't believe you?"

you get on your bike and put your helmet on. you peel off, leaving him in the dust watching your fading figure.

more please, i beg <3

ready set go!!! (rafe x biker!pogue reader)

content warnings: threats of violence (not between reader and rafe), mentions of grief, classism, blood, use of c word (c*nt), unresolved sexual tension, past relationships, emotional cheating, reader is not a good person, slut shaming, arguing as flirting, horniness is a disease and rafe is terminally ill

a/n: not beta read (just me and my google doc pointing out grammatical errors against the world)

he should’ve known you'd be there; racing was always your first love; there was no way you'd pass up the opportunity even if to. you two were not on speaking terms, but that’s no excuse.

the announcer’s grating voice stops him from spiraling further: “ladies and gentlemen, we’ve got a special guest racing with us today!”

“that’s right, a local who made it big on the mainland!"

"everyone put your hands together for lady death!”

the familiar revving sends chills down his spine, but everyone else cheers the crowd as you drift into view. he watches you slowly remove your helmet, brushing back stray hairs. your back-lengthed box braids tied up in a ponytail safe for two strands tucked behind your ears. you’re rocking a white leather jacket with pink stripes. you unzip your jacket, revealing a white bikini top that hugs your breasts. his hand tightens into a fist as he looks down and sees pink cowboy boots with red hearts on the side—it’s the pair he got for your birthday.

“fuck.” rafe whips his head to the right at the sound of his best friend’s awestruck voice. topper remains entranced by the beauty of his friend’s ex, leering, blissfully ignorant of the glare his friend levels at him. 

rafe looks around, finally noticing that you've caught the attention of most of the men there. their salacious stares make him sick; he wants nothing more than to gouge their eyes out and drag you back to his place. before he can spiral further, he’s brought back to reality by a familiar, bright, infectious laugh.

he doesn’t even have to look to know it’s you, but the clawing in his chest urges him to find you and the thing that made you laugh.

it’s a guy. he should’ve known; of course, it’s a guy. you’re twirling your hair and smiling at him the way you used to smile at him. he tells himself that the guy’s probably not even that funny, and you’re just giving him a pity laugh ‘cause he’s a total fucking loser or a pervert. there’s no way you actually like him; you would never entertain a guy like him, not even to make him jealous. 

“hey!” his voice breaks you out of your pre-race zone. 

"fucking hell," you mumble under your breath as he shoves his way through the crowd of spectators, not paying their shouts of anger and annoyance any mind. he looks like a man on a mission. it’s kind of hot. you disembark from your bike and begin your stretches, hoping to any god that is listening that you're mistaken and that his attention is pointed elsewhere. 

he stops in front of you, gripping the straps of his vest so hard he can feel them through his gloves. he looks down at you with furrowed eyebrows and his mouth downturned in a frown. "we need to talk."

you continue stretching your leg before switching to the other one. “if it's not about strategy, no, we don’t.”

he scoffs, "strategy? you mean slutting yourself out?” his cold tone would hurt if not for the heat in his gaze as he looks you up and down, letting you know how he really feels.

you look at the racers and spectators leering and shrug. "i'd say it's working, wouldn't you?” you smirk as you rise from your stretch.

the vein in his neck looks just about ready to pop; he swallows down a retort. “i’m trying to look out for you. you wanna be taken seriously; don’t dress like a flag girl.”

you chuckle at his heated state, veins bulging from his neck and everything. you don’t try to hide your smirk and raise an eyebrow at his boldness. “wow, you talk to sofia like that?”

he glares at the mention of his new girlfriend; his face burns with frustration and embarrassment. “don’t.”

“line up racers!” the announcer's voice pops the former lovers out of their bubble. topper runs up next to rafe obviously not reading the tension between the two. “hey!”

“hey top.” you mimic his surfer bro voice and smirk, “how’s ruthie?” 

he frowns and opens his mouth to answer, but your focus is already turned back on rafe. “see you at the finish line, cameron.” you wink before steering past him and taking your spot near the back on the sand.

topper is taken aback by your not so subtle hostility. he turns to rafe; a questioning look adorning his face. “what was that about?”

rafe watches her walk over to jj, ignoring his friend’s question to avoid lashing out at him. “do me a favor, man, shut the fuck up.”

you walk over to jj, your interaction with rafe still fresh on your mind. the hold he has on you seems to have never left. your met with a knowing look from jj, you groan. “what?”

he scoffs,“what? what was that? you’re fraternizing with the enemy now?” jj’s mischievous smirk betrays the cold glint in his eye; he’s upset about something, and your interaction with rafe made it worse.

you don’t have time for his judgment; you roll your eyes as you bend down to inspect his bike. “spell ‘fraternizing’ jj.” he flicks you off, and you return the gesture.

he chuckles and scratches the back of his head, a telltale sign that something else is weighing on his consciousness. you frown as you inspect the chain on his bike; it’s rusty and barely moves when you tug it. “god, you and last minute shit. why didn’t you bring this to me sooner? i would’ve fixed this up, you know? but now? jj, you know you can’t fucking race on this.”

jj throws his head back and groans dramatically, "oh, come on, i’ve raced on worse.”

“yeah, and how did all those times go?” you tighten one final screw on his bike before standing up and meeting his eye, hands on your hips, head tilted, waiting for his answer. he opens his mouth to reply, but nothing comes out; he frowns.

you chuckle, "exactly." you turn and make your way back to your bike. he grabs his bike’s handles and follows closely behind. “i didn't say shit!”

you shake your head, “‘cause you know i’m right!”

“are not!”

you stop suddenly and turn around to face him, one eyebrow arched. “jj, you got a tricycle because you wanted to be like me.”

he blushes, embarrassed at the memory, and mutters something under his breath about liking tricycles before you came along. he nods and looks around the beach; he’s avoiding eye contact. “yeah, but this time is different.”

something’s up. you cross your arms, “okay, jj, what’s up?” a serious expression, “is it luke? did he bet on you?”

he frowns at the word ‘bet’ but as quick as it’s there, it’s gone, replaced by a smirk. “no! god no, it's nothing really. i don’t know why you would think something’s up; nothing’s wrong; just wanna win, you know." he chuckles, but there’s no heart in it. “shove it in those kooks' faces.” 

he’s trying to change the subject; you tilt your head in disappointment. "jj."

he pats your shoulder, “hey, i’m fine. really.” he gives you a smile, but it lacks it’s usual warmth. you want to stay and get to the bottom of whatever’s going on with him.

“racers, get in position!” 

of course.

jj nods to himself; he’s noticeably anxious but swallows it down with another smile. “we’ll talk later, okay?” he’s skipping away before you can reply.

“jj-”

“i’ll see you at the finish line!” and with that, he’s on his bike, getting into position. 

you sigh defeatedly but make your way back to your bike. you’ve already mapped out your strategy, having raced long enough to predict how this race will go. the positioning is always as follows: the cocky bastards, rookies, and amateurs always position themselves in the front, which leads to stumbling, falling, and knocking into each other as soon as they hear the word 'go,’ which gives you a chance to speed past them. those in the back are either like you, professionals, or knowledgeable enough about racing to know not to start at the front or lack confidence.

“bikers, start your engines!” you rev your engine, staring ahead at the wide open space in front of you.

“on your mark!” in your mind, a highlighted track that lays out every twist, turn, speed bump, and shortcut appears on the sand.

“get set!” you lower your helmet’s visor and drown out the sound of the cries and focus on the head of your bike.

“goooooooo!”

you zoom past ruthie and some other kook girl you recognize from rafe’s parties. you take sharp turns and land jump over hills and trees like it’s nothing; you ease past topper and jj, glancing back at the duo engaged in some conversation before focusing on your real opponent.

rafe is somehow still in the lead; you know you won’t beat him this way, so you take a shortcut to get ahead of him. 

“cheating now, huh?” you can hear the smile in his voice without looking at him.

“nothing in the rules says we can’t take shortcuts as long as they’re on the track rafey.” you wink at him as you speed up. the finish line is within view as you race across the sandy beach. everything seems to come to a halt when a shadow appears above you. you look up; it’s jj.

“and the runt of the litter, jj maybank takes the lead with that amazing leap of faith!” the announcers, now back in hearing range, seem just as stunned as the racers and crowd at jj’s bold feat.

“i can’t believe my eyes, can you?”

“no!”

you can’t help but laugh at his death-defying stunt. “woohoo! let’s go jj!" you speed up, feeling a burst of energy at his literal leap of faith.

“fuck that.” that voice sends chills down your spine. you turn to find rafe behind you, but you don’t even have to turn completely. he’s next to you. he speeds past you and bumps jj’s hind wheels.

he’s gonna get them both killed him if he keeps this up. “hey!” 

“ladies and gentlemen, it looks like this just got personal.”

jj kicks out at rafe, causing the older blonde to tilt every so often. your breath catches in your throat every time his bike leans over. “jj!”

“that’s right, jj and rafe are neck and neck.”

rafe and jj bump into each other like they’re in go-karts.

“pogue vs. kook.”

in your head, you curse the announcers for feeding into this, “stop it, rafe!”

all it takes is one more bump for the duo to go flying in the air, and you feel your heart drop.

“jj!” you slam on the breaks and jump off your bike when it comes to a complete halt. you run over to jj, not caring as the other racers speed past you for the finish line. you rip off your helmet and throw it aside before turning to him and frantically checking him for injuries. “hey, hey, you’re okay, you’re okay.”

jj angrily brushes you off, “i’m fine.” he’s not fine; he winces when he rolls his shoulder and cracks his neck. you're taken aback and hurt, but you’ve known him long enough to know that it’s nothing personal. he doesn’t want to lash out at you, so he’s trying his best to keep his distance.

he gives you a once-over, "you okay?” his mouth is downturned in a frown; it takes you back to the days when he’d knock on your door asking to stay the night because luke was passed out on the couch and moved the second key.

you give him a soft, reassuring smile and rub his arm, “i’m okay.” 

he opens his mouth to say something else; he wants to tell you the truth, you know it. but nothing comes out; instead, he slowly backs away before turning around completely. you watch as he ignores his friends’ concerning gazes and desperate questions and stops at the far end of the beach, kicking at sand and throwing his helmet down. yeah, something’s definitely up.

“hey!”

great. rafe shrugs off sofia’s arm, helping him up, and wobbles over to you. you feel bad for her truly, but you can’t deny that it feels good that he seems to only have eyes for you, even when next to his girlfriend. you finally see him up close, and goddamn, he looks like shit. he has a scartch on his cheek, a noticable limp, and rolls his shoulder every other step. he stops in front of you and looks you up and down. “you okay?”

the audacity of this man, “are you trying to ask if i’m injured, you piece of shit?”

he throws his hand up in surrender and offense, “the fuck did i do?”

you’ve never wanted to strangle someone so bad. how could he be so selfish? so reckless? so stupid? “are you fucking kidding me? the fuck did you do?” you shove him, “you could’ve killed each other; do you even fucking care!? i don’t care how much you hate each other; you don’t fucking do that!” your voice cracks from the strain yelling has put on you; tears form in your eyes from anger and the fear of almost losing them both.

he reaches down and wipes your tear. you push his hand away. “i’m sorry.”

“are you?”

“i-”

“aww, rafe, your puppy pogue came back for seconds.” the memorable grating voice comes from one kook only, topper’s new girlfriend, ruthie; she mockingly pouts, not even trying to conceal her smirk. she looks proud to have topper’s arm around her waist, like she’s not playing second fiddle to his ex.

your anger is now fully redirected at her. you take some steps towards her. “the fuck did you just call me!?”

she chuckless. “you heard me, pogue.”

the way she spits out the word ‘pogue’ does not sit right in your spirit. you take a step towards her, but rafe holds you back. 

you look up and meet his eyes; you hate the way he looks at you. he shakes his head, “don’t let her get to you.”

you scoff, “oh, that’s rich coming from you.”

“it is; trust me, i know, but she is not worth your time.”

you frown at his newfound maturity, not knowing if it’s genuine or not or if it’s just to keep you out of trouble. “fine.”

he looks back at the couple with a cold stare that you’ve thankfully never been on the receiving end of. “yo top, get your bitch under control.”

she removes herself from topper’s side and steps up to you two. “excuse me?” topper tries to pull her back, but she shrugs him off. "you know, rafe, you used to be cool before you started slumming it.”

you stomp over to her and get in her face. the height difference has her literally looking down at you, which makes your blood boil; the shit eating smirk doesn’t help. “up yours, cunt! you’re just a sarah reject.” topper chokes on his water and rafe smirks, barely able to stifle a laugh.

her smirk is gone now, replaced by a nasty glare, and her face is beat red with embarrassment and rage. “excuse me!? what the fuck did you just say!?”

“you heard me.” you smirk at her reaction. she pushes you; you punch her square in the jaw, causing a ripple of commotion. you lunge at her, but rafe holds you back. you spit at her before she’s out of reach, but it falls short. the act still enrages her. 

rafe mean mugs ruthie as he drags the smaller girl away from the couple.  you kick and scream as rafe drags you away, gaining the attention of pogues and kooks alike. jj shouts at him and runs toward them when you push rafe away. “get the fuck off of me!”

rafe finally lets you go, and you take a few steps away before turning and getting in his face. “what the hell is your problem!?”

his eyes widen, unable to comprehend your lack of thanks. “my problem!? i just stopped you from spending the rest of your twentys in an orange jumpsuit!”

you shove him, “i don’t need your help!” your anger takes him by surprise. you roughly wipe the blood from your nose on your jacket. “i’m not your problem anymore, rafe.”

jj catches up to them and puts himself between you two before checking your for injuries. he puffs his chest out and stares down rafe. “you didn’t hear her telling you to fuck off? all that coke’s fucked with your hearing?”

you touch his back, trying to reassure him that all is well. “i’m fine, jj. i can handle this.”

jj looks back at you; you nod; he nods and slowly retreats.

“yeah, fuck off." you curse rafe and his annoying need to get the last word in as jj stomps back over.

“hey!” you put your arms out, stopping their chests from touching. “jj!” he looks at you, tears building from anger and sorrow over losing the race. “just go. it’s okay, i’m fine.”

rafe notes your voice softening and frowns. jj gives him one last glare and once over, warning the kook king not to mess with you. you turn back to him once jj is out of earshot, “what the fuck is wrong with you? do you get off on pissing me off or something?”

“that’s rich coming from you. all that talk about being there for me in my time of need, and where were you?”

“i was giving you space like you wanted!” 

“you abandoned me!” he roars, making you recoil. “you abandoned me when i needed you the most. you knew what that would do to me. you knew!"  

you can hear the heartbreak in his voice; it shines through the way his finger shakes when he points at you. or the tears falling freely and his face red from the fury he must have been pushing down. “i just lost my dad, and i needed you, and you weren’t there. too busy doing fuck knows what with goldilocks and his friends.” 

“he just came back from south america, where he was hunted down by trained killers, and watched someone die—he needed me!” 

“i needed you!”

“i’m sorry, okay! how many times do i have to say it until you believe me?”

“i don’t believe you, rafe!” you sigh and rub the bridge of your nose. you look at rafe, and he finally sees the exhaustion in every movement. “i'm done playing games.”

“i’m not playing games; i love you. i know i was wrong and i was sad and angry, and i know i took it out on you, but i’m-” 

“sorry?” 

he frowns.

you shake your head in defeat, “i know.”

you get on your bike and put your helmet on. you peel off, leaving him in the dust watching your fading figure.

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as always let me know your thoughts, criticism is always welcome (just keep it classy) <3

[saeransangel]

Cinnamon Girl

REPOST BC COMMUNITY LABLE

Summary: You and Ellie are both so stupidly head over heels for one another but Ellie is convinced you're not into girls.

A/N: No bc me too. I always get hit with the "you don't look gay?" It's so sad bc no muscle mommies come up to me at the gym:( like bae I'm trying to look good for uuuu!!

CW: None, just swearing

WC: 1k (sorry this is kind of short omg)

It was an everyday struggle with you and Ellie. Having to pretend you were just friends. It was so painfully obvious to everyone around the two of you that you liked each other. Both of you were in denial.

"She likes dudes. I'm telling you." Ellie exclaims to Dina. "Look at her."

They both look in your direction, one of them with major heart eyes for you.

You worked in the stables taking care of the horses, so Ellie and Dina saw you almost everyday when they went out on their routes. Your long, pretty hair was tied into a braided ponytail that came over your shoulder. You had on a light pair of jeans and a purple tank top. Plump lips stretched into a smile talking to some guy you were helping saddle up.

"See." Ellie sighs. "She's a dude lover."

Dina laughed at her dramatics. "Ellie you never know. Maybe stop being a little bitch and ask her out. See what happens."

"And get totally shut down and embarrass myself? No thanks." Ellie huffed.

"Who's embarrassing themselves?" You butt in, walking over to the girls. That same gorgeous smile plastered across your face. Ellie nearly choked on her words as Dina let out a small laugh.

"Hey, Y/N/N." Dina smiles.

"How's Shimmer doing?" Ellie asks you, trying to change the conversation.

"Super good!" You exclaimed. "I made sure to give her all the best feed for ya and gave her a good brushing. Wanted her to be well rested and well fed for my-" You stopped yourself from saying 'my girl'.

Dina raised a suggestive eyebrow at your almost slip up. She glanced at Ellie who just let that comment go right over her head. Dina rolls her eyes and rests a hand on your shoulder and Ellie's. "You two are so stupid," She laughs. "It's cute." With that she walks away towards her horse's pen ready to wait for Ellie.

"What is she talking about?" You laughed nervously, scratching the back of your neck.

"Nothing. Just Dina being Dina." Ellie explains, still trying to play it cool.

It was hard to stay calm and collected when you were looking at her like that. Eyes looking up at her all pretty, slightly biting your bottom.

You were 100% admiring her. You had the biggest crush on Ellie and you tried to make it obvious but you were starting the think maybe she just didn't like you. Especially because she got so short and flustered when you came around.

"Well I hope it goes well out there today," You said as you began to walk away. Ellie groaned under her breath. She had made it awkward again. It had been weeks of this back or forth. She decided to take Dina's advice. If it made it more awkward between you two... oh well.

"Hey, wait up!" She called out to you. She caught up to you and grabbed your wrist, turning you around. You looked surprised at her sudden action.

"Yes..?" You questioned playfully. You noticed she still hadn't let go of your wrist. You looked down at her hand then back up at her.

She let go, flustered and tried to get her words together for what she was going to ask you.

"So," She began. "I was just wondering i-if-" She stopped herself. I must sound like an idiot right now was all she could think.

You laughed slightly. "Is this you not 'being a little bitch' and asking me out?"

Ellies eyes widened and she felt like her mouth went dry. You had 1000% overheard a part of the conversation with Dina about you. She decided to just take this as her in. She let out a breathy laugh. "Yeah I guess this is." She said, sounding a bit more confident.

"Well then congratulations, you just earned yourself a date with me." You winked. "Come find me when you get back. I'll be here."

Ellie's face flushed a bright red seeing you wink at her like that.

"You know I mean a date-date." She said cautiously. "Like not friends."

You gave her a playful side eye. "Of course I know it's a real date. I've been into you for months! Have you not noticed?" You asked.

"I just didn't think you were into girls." Ellie admitted, awkwardly scratching the back of her neck.

You lightly punched her shoulder. "Just because I look all girly doesn't mean I'm not into girls idiot."

Ellie starts laughing. "Hey, hey, okay! I'm sorry. Now I know. Super pretty girls can like other girls too."

You blushed at her compliment. You decided to be bold and press a soft kiss on her cheek. You felt her face heat up under your lips.

"Just get out of here before I change my mind, hot stuff." You joke and shove her towards Dina.

Ellie turns around with a new found pep in her step. She makes her way over to Dina who was leaning on the fence waiting. She had of course witnessed the entire thing.

"What did I fucking tell you!!" She exclaimed.

Ellie shushed her. "Dina she heard us talking earlier that's like the only reason why because you were too loud." She fake scolded.

"Well you're welcome." Dina remarks sarcastically. "And I can't believe you said she was a dude lover."

"Oh my God. Shut up." Ellie rolls her eyes as she begins to mount Shimmer.

Ellie was playing it cool on the outside, but all she could think about now was getting back to you as soon as she could for the date. Now she just needed to plan something for you guys. Maybe Dina could help with that too.

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Hello saw your requests were open and I wanted to try it out

May I request the 1-A boys + monoma and shinso(separately) with a female s/o that's 5'6 and has very long hair specifically reaching the knee and they take care of it very well and takes it with pride because took them years to grow it (I would be proud to tbh cuz ya can do whatever the hell ya want with long hair)

MHA Boys With Long Hair Fem! S/o

Characters: Shoto, Midoriya, Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki, Iida, Monoma, Shinso

This one was so cute to write.

W: Non-sexually sharing a shower. Fluff

If you'd like to support my work (Check my Ko-fi and Throne!)

Shoto

He never thought much about his hair length but after starting a relationship with you he started to reconsider.

He liked the way your hair would flow in the wind.

The bounce that it had when you'd walk.

It was pretty.

The texture, the type, the length, it all made it uniquely you.

He started to look at other people's hair and compared it to yours.

He loved helping you do your hair routine.

It gave him the excuse to be physically close to you.

He admitted during one of these sessions that he was touch starved.

"You trust me with something that is incredibly important to you. Something delicate and special. It makes me feel grateful but appreciated."

He starts to grow out his own hair in the process too.

He had so much fun helping you out that he also wanted to share another experience with you.

His hair required attention and you both would spend time brushing it together and maintaining it.

It was a cute couple thing that he enjoyed talking about with others.

Midoriya

Your hair was something he deeply appreciated, mainly because it was uniquely you.

He loved helping you put your hair up in a bun or ponytail, braiding it or styling it in any way you wanted to.

It made him happy when you'd wake up with hair all over the place.

Did it get in his mouth and cause him to choke once in a while? Yes, but it was you so he didn't care.

Your hair always found itself on his clothes but he didn't care.

Is it weird that he collects the strands of hair that he'd finds and keeps them in a ziplock bag?

He just wants to keep things that belong to you.

He loves it when you let him play with your hair because it means that you’re letting him be part of something unique.

He appointed himself as the official hair brushed and learns new techniques in order to help you with whatever look you wanted to go for that day.

He’s a simp for your hair routine.

Bakugou

He used to hate your long hair but he managed to warm up to it.

It gets everywhere but when he noticed how attached you were to it he stopped bitching.

He will never admit it but he was at one point jealous of how much attention you have your hair.

You had this whole hair care routine that he wanted to get upset over but he remembered to do his breathing exercises and rationalize things.

You help him with his own hair.

He's so sweaty most of the time and like to shower with him since it gave you the chance to take care of his hair while he helped you with your own.

He loves doing your hair and makes sure to plan out his schedule so that he could give your hair the attention it needs.

He makes sure to buy you all of the things you need for your hair and has you sit on his lap late at night as he helps brush and braid it.

Kirishima

He's in love with your hair.

He has his own hair care routine since he dyes all the time.

He asks you to dye your hair with him since he thinks it's a cute couple activity.

He thinks you'd look with red hair.

He likes to cuddle with you, mainly with your back against his chest since he can bury his face into your hair.

He likes the smell of your shampoo, can you blame him?

He loves showering with you since he can massage your products into your hair and see your hair's true length.

He brings up your hair length in all of his conversations with others.

He finds it unique and wants to share it with others who may or may not know you.

Kaminari

Oblivious mf when it comes to hair care.

He cuts his own hair at times and puts gel in it but besides that, he had no idea how to maintain his own hair.

He also owned a straightener but he always managed to burn his hair.

When he started dating you and noticed how much care you put into your hair, he immediately asked you for help with his own.

You both bonded over hair care and you mainly had to take care of his hair.

You never allowed him to get too crazy with your hair but did let him braid it and put it up in a bun or ponytail.

Little by little his hair care began to improve and so did his understanding of hair health.

Iida

Very precise with everything.

He knows when to stop adding products and when to add more.

He made sure to be exact with everything since he wanted to make his hair look good and now greasy.

With you, he had to learn to break some of his strictness when it came to hair care.

You had much more hair than him and it was somewhat overwhelming at the beginning of your relationship.

Once he was adjusted, he often found himself watching you do your hair in complete silence.

He loved it.

It was peaceful.

And if you ever did his hair, he would certainly cry because your touch was always soft and you constantly showered him in complements.

Monoma

OMG HE WONT SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT YOUR HAIR

Its to the point where people know every single step of your hair care routine.

He makes sure to set up your hair appointments for you for trims and only a trim.

Once you mentioned that you liked your hair long, he was going to make sure your hair stayed that way.

He also bought all of your products.

He was kinda like your sugar daddy but he always brushed it off.

He just wanted his darling to have everything they needed.

He's always screaming about the time.

He likes to keep you on a hair care schedule so you don't have to stay up at 2 am doing your routine.

He cares a lot about you and your hair.

Shinso

He's a cat so watching the way your hair sways as you walk or how the wind blows it.

It makes him very happy and takes away all of his thoughts.

He's so enamored with your hair.

He likes cuddling you with your hair somewhere near his face.

It tickles him but in a positive way.

He likes napping while smelling your shampoo.

He was all over your hair care and he joined in on it at times.

He likes brushing your hair for you and loves it, even more, when you brush his own hair.

[multifandombxxch]

“His Gaze”

Mafia!Doyoung x chubby!blackfemale!Reader

Warnings: age gap, violence, cursing,smut, reader is stubborn ,mentions of illegal activities , unprotected s3x (wrap it befor you tap it kids)

NB: this is made up and is strictly for entertainment purposes i dont condone any of the violence or illegal activities mentioned.

This is an AU (Alternate Universe) fic. Doyoung in this fic is just a fictional character I don’t believe he is like this at all.

Synopsis

Y/N was average. average life; average grades Average looks. Average everything.

Doyoung didn’t think so, though. From the very first time he set his eyes on her, he thought she was "f*ckin' pretty."

He wanted her, f*cking hell He craved her... He wanted to claim her, and what Doyoung wants he gets.

Y/n’s life is about to get crazy, doing things she never thought she would, all because of ‘his gaze’

 Word count: 1.6k

 PART ONE

 “Just once?”

“No Mills too much noise and lights…too many people”

Here we were in our campus coffee shop arguing about the same thing for the third time today.

Millie wanted me to go clubbing with her tonight.

“But y/n you never leave the dorm” Millie pushed

I sighed. She wasn’t gonna stop until I agreed

“If I go tonight do you promise not to make me go again?” I questioned

“YES! I promise to never ever ask again” she smiled in triumph

“Ok fine, I’ll go”

 **************AT THE CLUB**************

When we arrived at the so called ‘club’ (it was more like an elitist room filled with snobs) I wasn’t excited in the least. Now I’m not going to lie aside from the club being in the rich part of the city it didn’t give me sense of security. This place made me feel like anything could go wrong at any time.

“What in the actual fuck is this place Mills?”

Her black ass looked me dead in the eye and said “Oh, I’ve never been here before, but I saw a flyer on the school notice board, and it looked fun”

I halted my steps immediately “Millie I’m going to slap the black off you!”

She kissed her teeth “Oh come on y/n live a little”

She pulled me as we walked further into the ‘club’

Not soon after we found a small table in the corner of the room

The base of the speakers ran through my body blaring a song I didn’t recognize.

“Y/N I want you to let loose tonight, okay?” Mill said as she put two martinis on the table.

I raised my eyebrows in surprise “Girl, when did you go get drinks?”

“I got them while you were over here relishing in your discomfort” she laughed

“Here, drink this so we can go dance” she pushed the drink up to my lips.

I drank it.

Worst decision ever.

The bitterness of alcohol always caught me off guard.

“Damn this shit bitter” I said in disgust.

“Let’s go dance” Millie said as she pulled my hand to the dance floor

Starboy by the Weeknd started to play through the speakers

“Well shiiitt did they know I was coming? This is my shit” Millie screamed as she started to dance

 I laughed and watched as her dark skin shone under the blue lights of the club. Her braided ponytail danced along with her.

I was always proud to say all my friends were fine as fuck but Millie? The bitch could stop breaths if she wanted and the best part? She knew she could.

“Y/n you’re just rocking side to side. That isn’t dancing.” She accused

“They’re not playing the songs I usually dance to” I defended myself

And as if God was laughing at me

The speakers let out the familiar sound of Meghan thee Stallion’s ‘Body’

“Come on bitchh! This your shit right?” Millie hyped me up

And just a few seconds later there I was shaking my ass on the dancefloor as Millie hyped me up

 “Damn, I’ll admit that was fun” I giggled to myself adjusting my dress.

Millie nodded in agreement.

We headed back to our surprisingly unoccupied table.

That when I noticed mills started looking behind me

I smirked “What? See somebody you like?”

“Yes, I do but his friend seems to have taken interest in you” she said without taking her eyes from behind me.

I frowned and tilted my head in confusion ‘What do you mean?”

“Y/N, he’s looking at you” Millie screamed over the loud music

“Who?”

“Hot guy in the VVIP section” she prompted

I turned around and we locked eyes almost immediately.

He tilted his head and smirked

“Ooh bitch you better get that dick before I do cuz he’s asking for it”

Millie snickered

I turned back around suddenly overwhelmed “you know I don’t hook-up Mills”

Swirling my overpriced drink around with my straw “besides, I’m sure some other girl would be willing to let him hit”

“I’m not interested in other girls though, Pretty. I want you.” said an unfamiliar voice behind me

I turned to see ‘hot guy from the VVIP section’ staring right at me.

“I’m Doyoung” he smiled

A fucking gummy smile for fuck’s sake

“Mind telling me your name pretty?”

“Y-y/n”

He stepped closer leaning forward to meet me at eye level

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty Y/N”

I wont lie for a moment I was starstruck. He was gorgeous. His black hair was styled perfectly

And the two top buttons of black dress shirt he wore exposed his firm chest. However, I couldn’t help but notice the air around him. Rich, powerful and…. dark.

“Done eye fucking me princess?” he chuckled

I gasped in surprise “I was not eye fucking you I was simply making an observation.”

“Mhmm…of course” He stood straight once again and unsurprisingly he was taller than me.

I rolled my eyes at that.

“You have a lot of hostility towards me pretty, did I do something wrong?” he asked sincerely

Yes, you’re fine as fuck and I don’t know how to interact with you.

“No” I kept it short.

“Do you and your friend want to come sit with me and my friends?” Doyoung asked

“n-“

“Yes! Yes, we would love to” Mills interrupted me and for the third time tonight dragged me by my hand.

 When we started to walk with ‘guy I wanted to fuck but I can’t because I don’t hook up’ aka Doyoung almost comically the crowds parted like the fucking red sea or some shit.

Infront of his table was a red rope that a security guard unhooked so we could get in.

“Sit” he commanded

Commanded?

“We aren’t dogs you don’t have to speak to us like that” I spoke up

He raised his eyebrows in surprise “Is that’s so? My apologies princess it wasn’t my intention.”

I sat anyway.

I made sure to grip the life out of Millie’s hand under the table for comfort.

He started to introduce his friends

“This is Jaehyun.” Doyoung said as he gestured to the man sitting across from us. He had a dimple which heavily contrasted to his dark demeanour

“And this is Taeyong” He pointed to the man sitting next to Jaehyun. His looks were sharp and contrary to the two other men at the table his vibe wasn’t as dark.

Also, judging by the way Millie kicked my foot under the table he was also the man she was interested in.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/n and this is my best friend Millie” I said as Millie waved

I noticed two things as I said this.

Doyoung was staring at me as if he could see my soul and Taeyong smiled fondly at Mills.

“Hi” Jaehyun replied.

“Hello, nice to meet you too” Taeyong said

And for about 5 minutes we sat in silence. Nothing but awkward eye contact between Doyoung and I and the occasional ‘awkward cough’ Millie let out.

Until Jaehyun stood up “Boss, I must go now. The others are expecting me in Milan by tomorrow”

His words were directed to Doyoung

Doyoung nodded “Tell me how it goes, you know what to do if anyone falls out of line”

“Yes boss” Jaehyun said and then left.

It was me, Millie, Doyoung and Taeyong left at the table.

Doyoung was still staring at me.

I’m scared but I’m turned on. Does that even make sense?

“Do you want to dance Millie?” Taeyong suddenly asked

She looked at me with hope in her eyes.

It was girl code to never leave each other for too long in unknown spaces but in a weird way I trusted Taeyong with her and I trusted Doyoung with me.

I nodded “You can go mills”

She smiled and kissed my cheek “I’ll be back soon”

Then they disappeared to the dancefloor

And as expected Doyoung was still staring at me.

“Is there something on my face Doyoung?”

“You don’t know who I am.” He stated not even bothering to answer my question

“Am I supposed to know?” I asked in a rude tone  

He threw his head back and laughed

“So fucking pretty but we’re going to have to work on that attitude princess” he said amusingly

I scoffed in disbelief “who do you think yo-“

I was interrupted by a security guard running up to the table in urgency “Boss we have a problem Choi Seolmin and his entourage are threatening to shoot up the club.”

“Fuck” Doyoung cursed

As if someone lit fire under my ass, I shot up out of my seat “Shoot up? As in gunshots?” I asked

Doyoung looked at me then at the guard “Evacuate the club”

With urgency Doyoung grabbed my hand and pulled me to a room next to our table.

Entering the room it looked to be an office.

I pulled my hand out of his

“Yo, what the actual fuck is going on” My chest felt like it was collapsing in on itself

“No need to worry y/n its just a minor situation” He attempted to reassure

“A MINOR SITUATION THAT REQUIRED YOU TO EVACUATE THE CLUB?!” I shouted

“I’m going to die” I continued

Then realization hit me “Jesus Christ! Millie’s out there” I made a move to open the door

“Open that fucking door and you won’t like the repercussion Y/n, be a good girl and listen” he spoke calmly

“Taeyong already took Millie to safety princess, you don’t need to worry about your friend” he reassured

“If you let anything happen to my friend, I’ll kill you” I threatened

He looked amused “Alright princes but good luck with that”

Then out of nowhere the sound of gunshots started to ring through the air

“Oh my God” I started to cry.

This is the worst night of my life

 **********************************END********************************************

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[charmixpower]

Musa ia the only one (i think) who changed her hairstyle thoughout the show. What is your opinion about the other winx what hairstyle will suit them best.

Uhh?? Like which hairstyles look best and how I'd like to see their hair develop through the seasons? Sure

WOW making Bloom's hair wavy is objectively correct

That aside, high low styles and braids. That's what Bloom really vibes in. Something about Bloom and braids I cannot explain it but it looks beautiful and the high low styles just may h Bloom's vibes

Leaving Bloom's bangs letting them be weird is 20/20 Bloom. Yes Bloom cuts her own bangs, how could you tell. She loves her insane bangs

Bloom just rocks braids too. Small decorative braids that wrap around her head and the full on braids. Both look amazing on her

Messy buns are also perfect for Bloom. Matches her art kid vibes perfectly, real buns are great for when she's trying to be fancy. Fancy Bloom with a small bun is always super cute. Nothing can contain her weird girl energy

I wish WOW Bloom had her weird ass bangs, then we could have wavy hair classic Bloomy hair

Stellas classic bangs look like she has normal straight bangs with hella frayed edges in a vampire cut at best and I hate them. I refuse to believe that Stella has vampire cut bangs, I simply close my eyes when I see it

I am VERY biased to any hairstyle that gets rid of them, and also curtain bangs Stella supremacy

I also think Stella looks better without those two super long stands of hair hanging over her shoulders, I like the s5 ones a lot

Aside from that Stella's hair looks best when it's down, but because that's boring this is mostly a complication of bang styles I like on her with one example of Stella nomral hair

Also mixed kid Stella, her hair is naturally curly or has the ability to curl naturally. I am biased and I like to see her hair with some volume yess

The s4 Stella look is mostly there because it's just a beautiful way to put her hair up for like sleep and stuff where she'd want her hair out of the way and it's one the Stella hairstyles of all time

The beach look is here because it actually made me forget how much I hate her pointy bangs. Her hair is windswept 💕💕💕 beautiful, the bun is a cute touch as well

That's all. Stella loves her long hair and gets p fuckin upset whenever someone fucks with it and does like everything to maintain it. Stella literally would only cut her hair under threat of death, and she likes having it down. Her hair says down XD the only thing that would change is her bangs

When they get weird with Flora's bangs it's always a win. Like yes bitch let her bangs do as they please, mix them up yesssss. Also big yes to any hairstyle that draws attention to her bangs, like hair decorations, and while I'm not sold on that headband it does make her bangs stand out more so ig it can stay

Flora looks best when her hair is left to roam wild or tied up tight. It's either giving boho queen letting her hair be all flowy and gorgeous, or "I'm gardening and I'm not getting dirt in my hair" and both fit her amazingly

The Sirenix low ponytail is just so slay. It's so messy and flowy and free and it gives a casual nature lady energy. It's such a chill beautiful look that really should have been in a civilian form instead but like whatever

I'm usually against high ponytail Flora, but the flowers and pearls in her hair save that look and help it ascend. Gorgeous. We love it

The s4 and s6 buns are so cute. Gardening hair and date hair respectively

Flora's Believix hair is THEE Flora hair. I'm sorry but it is. Superior to Flora's Enchantix hair. The flowers fit her so much better than pearls and gems and I don't think Flora would get super fancy with her hair in the first place. This is just Flora

Flora also should have cut her hair in s4. It would be cute

Dyed hair, choppy bangs, messy hair, slicked back hair, weird HUGE bangs, keep it weird, keep it short, keep it Tecna baybeeee

Also hats. Hats also fuck but I can't see them being a every day thing for her

It would be really fun if she cut and shaved her hair in different styles as hair evolution but I'd accept her dying her hair differently every season

Musa looks best with her hair up. Especially with her long hair because it makes it look like her hair is shorter while also giving her hair more options. I especially like her s5 hair of the bun with the hair down and the sleep hair loopys. While I wouldn't make the sleep hair loopies her civilian look it is a natural evolution of her pigtails into a new long hair style while still keeping the original style (tho it needs to lose the side strands, the shorter strands work better when her hair is visibility long and this makes them look short so axe em)

Hats as well, Musa looks good in hats. Musa only got to wear one hat in the original series, and she wore it over her pigtails because she's very silly, but more hats and a hat in her civilian design would absolutely be a win to me

Okay now stuff that only applies to her long hair:

The long low pigtails are slightly more tomboish than the long high pigtails but if you have her an undercut that would fix that

The s4 long hair looks like shit, that isn't Musa, yada yada yada, if your going to do long hair down Musa do it like S7. Would Musa ever wear any of that, especially the earrings? God no. Does it at least look like something an older Musa might wear? Replace the head band with headphones, and yeah maybe

WOW Musa got the memo. Also that hairstyle is like her s5 one except the bun doesn't lead into a pointy tail, instead it's a half up half down style. It's cute, but it's mostly there to show how headphones can replace a headband

There are a lot of examples of how to make long hair Musa look less bad and that's because there are no images of short hair Musa in anything but her pigtails and I'm cranky about it

Messy bangs, high ponytails, and fashion only hats

S6 is a crime against humanity but look at her hair godblessss. The s5 and s3 hats are cute and yes Aisha only wears hats for fashion unlike Tecna who wears them for a purpose, and Musa who wears them for both

Messy bangs just work with Aisha. Her whole thing is that she was overly stifled and expected to act in a very particular way and as soon she got away she refused to control her flyaways and bangs. She will not, fuck y'all, she got shit to do that isn't worrying about her hair

High ponytails also work like hell. High ponytails are just yess. They have a very "I got shit to do, and I need to do it yesterday." Vibes that fit Aisha's dedication and drive perfectly

Mixing the two gives this very amazing vibe. They tried to accomplish this in s4, but did not but they did manage to get it in s6 which is hilarious. It gives the vibes that she needs to do something but not as urgent, shes still having fun

I also love how her Royal hairstyles are the high pointytail too, it shows how the main thing she got from all those classes is how to be goal oriented. I love that for her, she threw away all the sexist nonsense and kept the work ethic, she's so awesome. In reverse it also shows how dedicated she is to her people, how keeping them safe and happy is her goal, love thattt

[bokuroskitten]

Draken HC's that made my teeth rot.

𖤐 Shut up, no one read these. They’re soft as shit and honestly, a lil ooc?? But I don’t care HSJWHJ it’s for me 😌 I caved and posted these strictly for Kenny lovers. Will I add to it? Porbably. Will I make an NSFW one? Duh.

𖤐 Warnings: you’re gunna have a heart attack cause these are so soft and stupid and gross. Honestly don’t even read this. Pass it by. You don’t need it it’s fine

Putting 18+ MINORS DNI just cause I don’t want ya here. Go away. Shoo.

He wakes up first not because he wants to, but he has to for work. Some mornings when he’s feeling a little too sleepy and grumpy he’ll pull you up against him

His palms rest over your tummy, his nose is pressed into the back of your neck, face lost in your hair

Only squeezes you tighter if you try and squirm away, will mimic your whines too

“Quit whinin I’m fueling up.”

Once he finally gets up, he tries to be quiet for your sake but he has a heavy step and doesn’t even realize it 💀 man stomps like he’s 400 pounds. So you’re up up before he leaves

If you’re awake enough he’ll ask you to braid his hair before you leave, if not he’ll put it in the ponytail <33

Doesn’t make you breakfast per se but makes you a coffee (how you like it, of course. He’s memorized it but won’t admit it) but he does cook you eggs cause he claims you always break the yoke

Fucking loves the weird little trinkets you collect him even though he stares at them blankly when you give them to him

Find flowers for him? They'll be on the shops reception desk till they die <3

You buy him a cute lil kitty keychain, one that matches the one on your phone? It’s on his motorcycle keys

You give him a cute little hello kitty sticker? It’s on his helmet

You make him a bracelet with bright coloured beads? He’s wearing it to work and Inui feels his wrath if he makes fun of it

Really likes when you can come into the shop to eat lunch with him

Especially if he’s dealt with shitty customers, your cute smile and little wave is enough to get the grin back on his face

You ramble when you eat but he’s completely silent, nodding along to what you say

Only speaks up when you choke

“Goofy, you’re gunna choke”

Wipes food from your face with his napkin or uses his thumb 🥺

Will mumble something like “messy” or “use your napkin” but only when he feels like flustering you

when y’all are in public, he keeps his hand IN UR BACK POCKETTT 😩

And if you don’t have a pocket he likes interlocking pinkies <333

Man has a natural resting bitch face and when you call him out like

“Kenny, you’re scaring ppl…”

“M’not even doin anything”

So many fucking forehead kisses my LORD he can’t even help it. Y’all are waiting in line somewhere, he’s looking at your phone screen over your shoulder? Expect a forehead kiss. He’s getting up to use the restroom during dinner? Gives you a forehead kiss. Hello’s and goodbyes? Forehead kisses. Period.

You FaceTime him a lot when he’s at work and he answers every time like

“😠 hey. You eat yet? What, yea my days boring— did you eat yet?😠”

Sometimes he likes to watch you do your makeup, cause he really likes the concentrated looks you make when you do your eyeliner or when you do pretty eyeshadow

It’s so fucking cute sometimes it even makes him blush a little, tips of his ears going pink first

Rubs his thumb over your pouting lower lip in literally any situation. If you're pouting while y’all are playing around he’ll push on it a bit with a grumble. If it’s cause you’re asking for something he’ll smooth his thumb over it once before tapping the middle gently. “You’re so spoiled…”

The boys tell him this, that he spoils you. He’s like 🤨 obviously she is? Why the fuck would I not spoil her?

Call you little love (shut the FUCKUP—)

Once he notices your blushing/getting flustered he will grin, continuing what he was saying or touching you a little more.

“Oh yea? That’s gettin to ya huh? M’just complementing ya baby…”

Rests his chin or cheek on the top of your head all the time 🥺

OKAI LISTEN HSJBSSJ you know that tiktok of the guy talking in baby talk to his girl and then he realizes he’s being filmed and his voice goes all deep and he’s like “ayo delete that shit”

TGATS DRAKENNNNNN

HE BABY TALKS YOU. I KNOW IT

Holds your purse/backpack/shopping bags for you <33

He buys you specific stuffed animals he knows you want or knows you’ll like

Tries to act cool about them when he buys them before work and keeps them in the shop

The boys: “what is that thing?” Him: “oh it’s a squishmellow—“ “a what…?” “Ah— I dunno it’s a plushie alright—“

He rolls his eyes when you ask him to take pics with you, cause he doesn’t really like selfies, but he still does that little smirk of his you love to see in every pic <3

Very much likes to take pictures of you though

Has to ask you though cause he kinda feels bad not asking?

“Hey babe, can I take a picture of you right now? You look really pretty”

This one he doesn’t even mean to get you flustered he genuinely means it

He only has one really serious rule, he has to open the door first. He doesn’t trust a closed-door, cause he never knows what might be lurking on the other side. So he always opens the door first, always.

HANDSY DRUNK HANDSY DRUNK

hand on your hip, low on your hip. Kisses to the corners of your lip and on the backs of your shoulders, murmurs of how sexy you look in your dress, pulling you into his lap when at a bar stool, pulling you back further into him when you grind on the dance fLOOR—

Has a tendency of knowing what you need before you tell him

“Baby? I bought you tampons today since you’re getting your period soon— no i don’t think you’re moody, it’s cause you’re having cravings dork.”

Super respectful when he meets your parents. But he does still swear sometimes and every time he does he’s like “shit— sorry” 🙃

Speaking of periods he lays his head on your tummy and rubs it when you have really bad cramps

Also offers to massage your back or feet or whatever makes your muscles less sore

His gold chain has your name engraved on it

He only has one other tattoo other than his dragon tattoo, and that’s a little heart tattoo you both have on your ring fingers

Is the type to come up behind you and scare you just to snort when he hears you squeal, but also the one to cover your eyes when a scary commercial comes on cause he knows it scares you

Even though he’s way too long for the bath he likes taking baths with you, it’s just relaxing. Even though his legs stick out I'm--

Plus he loves washing your hair. Sure he loves when you wash and run your fingers through his, but it’s just— washing your hair is one of the best ways he can show he cares about you 🥺

Buys the cheesiest store brand birthday cards 😭😭 and same with the vday ones

One of his favourite things that you do that he literally LOVES is when you trace the lines in his palm. Using the tip of your fingers so gently as you follow his lifeline across his palm

“Baby, your lifeline is kinda short…”

“Oh yea? Well how long is yours?”

“Hmm… longer.”

“Impossible, it’s gotta be me keepin your goofy ass alive.”

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[cebwrites]

hcs for a masc s/o with long hair (law, sanji)

a/n: ceb self indulgent hours 💕

he/they law, fluff (one nsfw hc for law) word count: 0.5k

Law

Makes no difference to them, hair is hair; frankly how his partner presents doesn’t matter so long as it’s another man he’s with

They do think it’s pretty when he styles it in different ways, though

It’s Law, so he’d hardly ever express it with words, but the appreciation is there - it’s there when they meticulously read the labels and ingredients of shampoo brands at the store because his boyfriend’s old one isn’t yielding the same level of quality, when Law sits at the desk in his room and their partner is carefully blow drying his hair out after a nice, warm shower

It’s especially there when he asks Law to help tie his hair and Law fucks up but he’s warmed enough by the effort they put in that his partner keeps that fucky, lopsided ponytail in for the rest of the day (or at least it starts getting in his face again)

Most of all Law likes running their fingers through his hair, particularly if he’s asleep or otherwise preoccupied so Law’s tenderness isn’t directly perceived; it is perceived and highly appreciated

As much as they gripe and complain about waking up with hair in their mouth, waking up to his boyfriend at their side and diving into a whiff of hair for his scent to fill Law’s head is a ritual that he’s gotten very comfortable with and isn’t planning to give up any time soon

Just as Law enjoys the comfortable pressure of his man’s hand around their neck during more... “intimate” times, they’re equally as fond of tangling his finger’s in that same partner’s luxurious locks in the similar contexts to hear him make some noise all for them ♥️

Sanji

This man is down astronomical for either fem or mascs as the fruity, loveydovey bitch that he is so it really doesn’t matter

But there’s just something about a guy with long hair that gets to him; little does Sanji know (or doesn’t want to articulate) that it’s very Gender™ and that definitely does something for our dear ol’ swirly

He’d twirl and spin and compliment him, like Sanji would of any partner regardless of looks, but also take a lock of his boyfriend’s hair and kiss it before realizing, cause both of them to turn bright red and avoid eye contact for the rest of the morning

Sanji’s the king of self care (cosmetically, not emotionally), have you seen his morning routine? He’s 100% going to be on top of any haircare related issue and help as best he can with frizz, grease, or heat damage

He’s absolutely the kind of partner to casually dish with his boyfriend after a long day, just brushing his partner’s hair out in the guy’s cabin while the other boys are out on the deck, enjoying what little of privacy the two of them can manage for the time being

Blackleg bleeding-heart-romantic Sanji swoons whenever his boyfriend asks for help with new hairstyles, weaving gorgeous, intricate braids during his break while he can just leave something on the stove for a bit to simply bask in his partner’s beauty 

Once Sanji’s done and asks him to do a little spin-around, the resident Strawhat cook clatters into a pile of crates, obviously avoiding any foodstuff, and weeps over his partner’s dashing, masculine beauty until Nami damn near kicks him overboard