#when ur done with bleach............ Do It

[princessbrunette]

I love stepbro!jj, what about step sis asking jj to help her cum because she just can’t get the write angles :(

HELPING HAND ♡

tryin something new n decided to be less lazy with my writing and presentation. ♡

CW: step-cest, tiny bit of faux-cest if you blink i think ?? this is dark content technically, do not interact if that’s not ur thing. aside from that, usual warnings such as smut and mentions of past family issues. proceed with caution ❀

You loved when JJ came home.

It was simple, something he did everyday — well, most days atleast if he wasn’t off on some grand adventure you’d hear about a few days later, curled up to his side on the couch digging your toes into his thigh and begging him for details.

Anyway, JJ was different when he’d come home. Not like himself in the morning, running around frantically always half way out the door, still pulling up his pants holding the bagel you had put in the toaster between his teeth, ruffling your hair as he passes you as an apology for stealing your breakfast.

JJ when he came home was calmer. Not always super tired, just… done with the day, happy to be home, happy to see you. He was still warm from the sun, despite it having gone down hours ago, and always smelt like salt water still from being in and out the ocean all day. He’d wear a lazy dopey smile, dropping down on the worn leather of the couch beside you, spreading his arms along the back of it.

Today was different, and you wanted to be your usual silly and playful self with him, chatting until it gets late, your mother passed out asleep and his father taking a night shift up on the pier, a job JJ thinks he’s lucky to have talked himself into, yet pleasantly surprised he’s kept it up this long. Nights like these, your chatting would turn to playful wrestling, any excuse to get your hands on eachother and then a few guilty, chaste kisses once he’d inevitably pinned you. You weren’t in your usual mood however.

He hadn’t touched you in a while, not like that anyway. The glossy, pearl pink of your nail had been chipped off from your incessant nibbling, anxious thoughts swirling your mind regarding whether JJ had come to his senses, realising he shouldn’t be helping his little step-sister like this, and he’d rather just pretend it didn’t ever happen. God, had he spoken to someone about it? Been guided out of your needy hands? Your wondering had lead you to pull away slightly, not seek out his help like you so badly wanted to, trying to please yourself the way he did, attempting to remember the exact way he curved his fingers against your squelchy spot.

But your fingers weren’t long like his, and no matter how far you bent your wrist it just wouldn’t crook up to the angle you needed— and you didn’t even wanna get started on your lack of coordination in rubbing your clit at the same time, it was all too much for your hazy little head, and after pretty much working yourself to tears you’d resorted to huffing, pulling up your pyjama shorts and going to sulk on the couch in the dark, room lit up by old Spongebob re-runs.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes when JJ came home, and you wasn’t sure why. Well, you were — you were in a foul mood, and him walking through the door all warm and smiley and devastatingly charming just made you throb harder, clenching hard enough that you could crush a fuckin’ walnut in there. His dumb little sleeveless shirts and shorts and backwards red cap smushed over an abundance of sun-bleached hair. He didn’t even try, he just woke up and looked like that. It was twisted. How dare he.

“No ‘hello’? Y’know, you’re too pretty for all that pouting. Wanna talk about it? Talk to Papa J?”

He’s already teasing you, it’s like he knew. He flops down onto the couch next to you, leather covered couch cushions hissing under his weight, stretching himself across the space like he usually did. You wanted to crawl into his lap and rock against his dick and have your tongues wrap around eachother, but he wasn’t your boyfriend. He was your step-brother, you both needed to resist for a painful amount of time before you gave in, to prove to yourselves you were good, normal people. You didn’t see the point, you’d said it once and you still thought it— JJ was just bein’ a good big brother, helping you out when you need him so desperately. However, the denial of your shared feelings had become routine, and if it’s what it took for JJ to give in and help you, you were happy to play ball.

“S’bad JJ, I shouldn’t say. Doesn’t matter anyway.” You all but huff, turning back to the TV. Your lashes flutter a little when he urgently shifts closer, tilting his head trying to gauge your expression. You kind of wanted to smile, you liked that he cared.

“Wh- yes it matters. Is someone bothering you?” Yes. You. A tidal wave of warmth brushes over your arms, stomach curling tightly in on itself at the thought of JJ being protective over you, teaching someone who was being mean to you a lesson. You bite your lip, and when you turn to look at him again he’s closer than he was before, brow creased waiting for you to speak.

You look at him, look at that little cut on his lip. The graze on his cheek. Wonder how it happened. You exhale slowly through your nose, brows furrowing and you blink a few times as you gather your thoughts. He thinks it’s cute when you do that.

“No one is bothering me. I just… I haven’t been able t’do what you did. As good as you did it.” You slowly spell it out, not wanting to say any of the crude terms, or even specifically have to own up to what you wanted. You said a millisecond-long prayer in hoping he would simply understand what you meant, but when you’d lifted your gaze back up to the blonde boy after shyly staring at your chipped nail polish, he was squinting one eye at you, mouth a little gaped.

“Yeah, uh— y’gonna have to be a touch more specific than that, honey. Know I’m a genius, but I ain’t a mind reader.” He leans back into the couch, relaxing once you told him no one was picking on you.

You clench your fist in your lap, looking up at the ceiling in despair as if the answer to your problems was up there. You drop your eyes back to JJ, the cause and true answer to your problem and brace yourself. “I haven’t been able to… touch myself as good as you did it to me. Tried all night Jayj, even started crying ‘cos I couldn’t do it right. Just feel all… empty since we last did it.” Your bottom lip pushes out and you curl your legs up so you could wrap your arms around them, physically making yourself as small as possible seeing as you’d wanted to disappear into the couch in that moment.

For once, JJ is lost for words.

You can’t handle the silence as he stares at you, contemplating his next action. So, you speak again. “Sorry Jayj… j’st need you to do everything for me.” You look so pitiful, it’s sweet in a kicked puppy kind of way. He’d like to consider himself a helpful kinda guy, infact he knew he was— he wouldn’t be in half the shit John B dragged him into every single day if he wasn’t constantly putting his ass on the line to help him. This was no different, this was risky. He could break up a happy family, ruin things for his dad if he got caught doing this. God, he’s such a troublemaker it made him want you more.

“Look,” He speaks, closing his eyes and fixing his hat on his head. He speaks your name softly and it just sounds better on his tongue than anyone else’s. You squish your thighs together, preparing to be shut down. Your face is all pained, and he realises you’ve come to him practically begging him to touch you because you’re hurting without him. His dick jumps in his shorts. “I’ve been tryin’ t’do the right thing. Y’know? S’not easy. When you walk around looking like that. Looking at me like that. You think I haven’t been thinking about the last time we—” He cuts himself off with a sigh, scrubbing a hand down his face. Was he mad? Your brow creases even more and he thinks you might cry, so he scoots back up to you, draping an arm round you like you’re just a kid who’s being comforted after a scolding. “It’s really that bad?” He tongues at the cut on his lip. You nod, feeling sorry for yourself and he exhales slowly out his nose. He thinks for a bit, and then just stares at you for a while. He think he might even kiss you, but then he speaks. “Lie back.”

You’re happy as a clam when you scoot back on the couch, happy you’re getting some special attention from your step brother. “Oh yeah, all smiles now huh.” He tsks playfully. You lean your back against the armrest, bringing your knees up and spreading your legs just a little. He rubs his hands over his face again in preparation before he turns his body to face you, immediately dropping down his gaze to see the wet patch in your shorts.

“Lord have mercy.” He shakes his head, a hand pressing thoughtlessly to the back of your thigh, spreading you wider. “Whyyyy do you do this to me?” He sighs under his breath, ever so casually pressing a thumb between your clothed folds, fat lips swallowing the fabric of your shorts. You suck in a breath, and release it with a whimper and his eyes leave your crotch to look at you analytically as you do so. “Jesus, alright. Take these off.” he taps the side of your hip, signalling to your shorts and you wriggle out of them, unsure what to do with them so you clutch them between your hands by your stomach. He swipes them from your hold and throws them over his shoulder, busying himself with slotting a couch cushion under your lower back. “Wont be needing those.”

“JJ, might need them incase someone comes in!” You whine, but he ignores you, stroking your thighs and squishing the dough of them, spreading your legs to witness your glossy, honeyed treasure between them.

“If someone comes in, we’re screwed as it is, shorts aren’t gonna save you.” He murmurs, adjusting himself in his pants, rock hard already. “Show me what you were doin’ and I’ll uh, I’ll try and teach you, yeah.” The blonde tried to keep his voice level, feeling better about himself if he kept this purely educational, just helping you learn your downstairs a little better.

You resist a whine, face already hot in embarrassment from asking. He watches your painted toes curl into the couch cushion, knees knocking together as you suck on your bottom lip shyly. “It’s okay, c’mon pop ‘em open again. Not like I haven’t seen it all before.” He cooes, coaxing you with a hand on your knee. You spread your legs, bringing your fingers to your lips and suckling on the tips, getting them nice and wet. You had to be doing it on purpose, this innocent act wasn’t gonna hold up much longer if you kept staring at him with those sweet doe eyes and pouty lips.

“Started like this…” You lower your fingers with a frustrated pout, dragging them down to your clit and jolting slightly when your fingers brush it, sensitive. JJ practically salivates at the reaction, watching you like a hawk, looming over you. He thinks back to the first time he touched you down there, and you got all choked up because it was too sensitive and you got all overwhelmed, clawing at his hand and saying it was too much. He recalls having to calm you down with kisses and tell you to just relax and let it happen. He’s been with quite a few ladies over time, whether it be at pogue parties, ex flings or FWB’s— none quite as sensitive as you though. None quite lovable as you either. He can’t believe he’s thinking that.

He watches you pant, his coarse fingers stroking your leg whilst you grind away at your clit, focused and letting out sweet little squeaks in response. “Pretty girl, aren’t you? Man, you’re so worth all the trouble.” He speaks quietly, intimately. You felt special when he spoke like this, never a time where JJ isn’t revelling in his bravado, loud and jokey, forever performing to deflect from his issues. You got calm JJ, intimate JJ, your very own.

You were already making a mess of yourself, so it didn’t take long until your fingers were curling down toward your hole, spreading your folds as you pushed them downward. You wasn’t too sure if that was for your pleasure, or for JJ’s view but it made you feel good regardless. You sink a finger in, eyes flitting up to watch your step-brothers reaction, clenching around your single digit when his eyes leave your pussy to look straight into yours. “There y’go.” He hums, and you get to work.

He see’s your frustration around 15 seconds in, when you just can’t get the right angle. You fidget, moving your wrist about, tilting your hips up a little— but after a while all you can do is let out a sad whine, looking to JJ for help. He gives in hilariously fast. “Okay, alright, lemme do it.” But he doesn’t start without gently taking your wrist and bringing your fingers to his mouth, briefly sucking off any remnants of you lingering on your wet fingers. “Real sweet, just like I remember.” He muses, making you trickle out more arousal from the way you clenched around nothing.

His breath catches in his throat when he slides his fingers up and down your folds, spreading them and taking the sight of you in. It wasn’t until you spoke up with a pained “Please!” that he swivelled his hand around, fingers pressing against your wanting hole.

“Lemme in, pretty. Thats it, g’nna need you to relax just a little, yeah?” He pushes a finger in and even then you feel the stretch, much bigger than your finger— and you still weren’t used to it. “Thats my girl.” He lets slip, and his eyes flicker to yours guiltily at the sentiment, only to see your brows pinched and jaw slightly agape, ruined cunt fluttering around his finger. “T’aww.” He cooes quietly, returning his eyes to the task at hand.

He lets the ball of his hand smush to your clit so you can grind on it, and at the feeling your knee jerks up a little, letting out a pleased yelp of surprise. “Shh, shh, shh.” His brow creases, a free hand holding your knee to keep you open. “Just take it baby, there you go.” He was really getting into it now, his pupil swallowing his eye, something darker about the way he stared at you in the dim light of the living room. He slides in another finger, and the coil in your stomach is already starting to tighten.

“A-already g’nna cum soon, Jayj!” You whine and he grins like an old happy dog, the brink of a laugh, wide lipped and toothy.

“Thats the point, right?” He teases, but you don’t take him in, eagerly humping your hips up into his hand, small and needy ‘please!’s spilling from your mouth. “What’ja need? I’m right here, babe.” His free hand strokes your waist now, thumb sliding along your skin to soothe you, possibly keep you quiet and calm.

“Closer.” Your lashes flutter, tears welling beneath them making the dark clusters kiss at the corners, bonded by the shimmering drops threatening to fall. “Want you closer.” You’re looking— no, staring at his mouth and he knows what you want specifically. He doesn’t care anymore, what’s a little kissing between step-siblings? Suppose it doesn’t matter when his fingers are buried into your cunt collecting a pearly ring around his knuckles.

“C’mere, sweetheart.” He grits his teeth, fingers going at your more vigorously once he leans over you, simply breathing hot air onto your lips for a moment before pushing his own against yours. You feel the cut on his bottom lip skim yours and instinctively your tongue lulls out to lick it, wanting to taste anything he had to offer. You felt depraved, your shame quickly fleeting as JJ drew you closer to your orgasm. You feel so dirty when you suck on his tongue, just the way he taught you last time, eliciting a groan from deep in his throat. God, you wanted him deep in your throat, wanted to taste him everywhere, devour everything he had to offer. How could you go from a naive young girl who knows nothing of intimacy to this little desperate slut all from a few kisses and JJ’s magic fingers (As he so charmingly named them) You were starting to think it was in you all this time.

“Good girl. Can feel it comin’, just gotta let it go n’relax. M’here now.” He groans into your mouth, fingers brushing that soft gooey spot deep in your core making you cry out. He had to pacify you with more kisses, wondering what it would take to get you over that finish line. He stalls, leaving gentle kisses across your jaw as you mewl, trying to find the right words to say. He knew it was words you needed, preening and practically folding in half for him anytime the blonde directed any praise towards you at all, even as simple as a “Good job!” in a day to day basis.

It was risky, but he thought he’d try something kind of sick. Test the waters a little.

“Gotta stay quiet, baby. Don’t wanna wake up your mom now do you? Probably better off no one sees your big brother helpin’ you get that pretty pussy off, huh?”

You’re clenching so hard it nearly pushes his fingers out. God, you’re both sick.

Just like that, you’re gushing, sweet moans and hiccups swallowed by JJ’s desperate mouth as he silences you by force, letting you ride out that orgasm you so desperately needed. “I know, I know, you’re alright.” He cooes as you do so, dropping kisses in where he can because he know the moment to do so will be gone soon enough, and the guilt will kick in. For now though, he enjoys the moment, enjoys the closeness, and for a second — he can pretend you’re all his, his girl — and not a step-relative. It makes his heart clench.

#anon #jj maybank smut #tw stepcest #stepbro!jj #jj maybank x reader

[lnfours]

a nonsense christmas | l.n

summary: f1 heartthrob meets pop girlie central

face claim: sabrina carpenter

warnings: social media!au, language, this is my second ever social media au pls bear w me

y/ny/l/n 📍london, england

liked by landonorris, madisonbeer, zendaya and 1,200,732 others ‘sue me’ mv is out now! 💋 829,382 comments

zendaya i’m obsessed with you

y/ny/l/n

tell thomas to move aside bc im coming over.

zendaya

LMFAAOOOO

y/nfan1 lando norris??? what’re u doing here??

formulawhore

i was just about to ask the same thing 😂

madisonbeer i’m literally in love with you

y/ny/l/n

will u pls accept my hand in marriage?

madisonbeer

of course

landonorris london, huh?

y/ny/l/n

🫣

fan1

Y/N X F1 CROSSOVER??

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dannyric3444

WHAT DO U MEAN DANIEL

landonorrizzz

WHAT DO U KNOW DANNY!!!!

landonorris

whatve you done, mate?

landonorris 📍london, england

liked by y/ny/l/n, oscarpiastri, maxfewtrell and 3,899,013 others home is where the fun is 😁 1,820,848 comments

maxfewtrell home is where i am, that’s all that matters

formulaonefan444

ur the best wag of them all, truly

landonorris

keep telling yourself that, mate 😅

y/ny/l/n as a wise man once said: london, huh?

landonorris

you can’t use the same lines on me that i use on you

y/ny/l/n

or what? 🥴

fan1

OH????????

danielricciardo

lando.jpg content??

landonorris

🫣

maxsredbull

OH YES WE WON!

madisonbeer

i didn’t know u knew how to dress 🤨

landonorris

funny 😐

madisonbeer

i’m ur fav 🥰

landonorris

ur just full of jokes today aren’t u

madisonbeer

ik where u live

landonorris

😰 uh oh

y/ny/l/n

📍london, england

liked by landonorris, maxfewtrell, riabish and 2,031,672 others london is cool i guess 993,839 comments

madisonbeer one chance is all i’m asking for PLEASE

y/ny/l/n

u always have a chance 🥰🥰🥰

madisonbeer

TELL HIM TO MOVE THEN!!!!

fan2

HIM?? WHOS HIM???? MADS!!!

landonorris nice hat

y/ny/l/n

thanks 😁

oscarpiastri

didn’t know you had a new merch line out, mate?? landonorris

landonorris

FUCK OFF???

y/ny/l/n

oscarpiastri LMFAOOO

lewishamilton lovely to meet you ❤️

y/ny/l/n

you too!! 🥹🫶🏻

lando.jpg 📍london, england

liked by y/ny/l/n, danielricciardo, carlossainz55 and 1,210,039 others don’t let her fool you, she’s in her element 732,939 comments

madisonbeer she’s so pretty

y/ny/l/n

shut up i’ll marry you

madisonbeer

FINALLY

fan3

the way he captures her?? YOU CANT CONVINCE ME THEYRE NOT A THING!

landonorrizz4

oh they DEFINITELY ARE

dannyriccowboy

SHE WAS AT THE MIAMI GP!! IM CONVINCED THEYVE BEEN TALKING SINCE

formulaoneee

OMG SHUT UP!!!!!!

y/ny/l/n

hey, ur pretty good at this photography thing!

lando.jpg

helps when i’ve got a pretty good model

f1lewis44

SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

y/ny/l/n 📍london, england

liked by landonorris, carlossainz55, madisonbeer and 2,673,482 others it’s cuffing season, or whatever sza said 914,444 comments

madisonbeer FINALLY!!!

y/ny/l/n

:)

lewishamilton 🥺🥺 the note

y/ny/l/n

I KNOW 🥺🥺

oscarpiastri i don’t think u understood what she meant by big boy

y/ny/l/n

oh no, TRUST me, i got it 😌

oscarpiastri

IM GONNA GO WASH MY EYES WITH BLEACH

danielricciardo

IM JOINING YOU oscarpiastri

charlesleclerc this is adorable, actually

landonorris whoever wrote that has terrible handwriting

y/ny/l/n

and no rizz 🙂

landonorris

now that’s a violation

landonorris 📍london, england

liked by y/ny/l/n, maxfewtrell, lewishamilton and 3,444,009 others tis the season 1,932,004 comments

y/ny/l/n love ur face 🤍

landonorris

love urs more ❤️

maxfewtrell that last pic 😭

landonorris

im honestly surprised she hasn't stabbed me yet

y/ny/l/n

sleep with one eye open tonight

landonorris

oh no

madisonbeer so like... hard launch of soft launch?

landonorris

both

danielricciardo FINALLY GOD DO U KNOW HOW HARD OF A SECRET THIS WAS TO KEEP

oscarpiastri

^!!!!!

landonorris

SORRY

charlesleclerc

what kind of cookies were u making tho?

landonorris

chocolate chip 😁

charlesleclerc

ayeee

f1fan04 I KNEW IT!!!

y/n/l/n 📍london, england

liked by landonorris, danielricciardo, riabish and 2,873,004 others wrote a cute christmas song about a cute boy, 'a nonsense christmas' is out now 🧡 1,229,983 comments

madisonbeer MY EARS HAVE BEEN BLESSED

y/ny/l/n

me whenever u release new music

landonorris 🧡 i love you

y/ny/l/n

i love u, too, my papaya boy 🧡🧡

fan5

‘my papaya boy' IM CRYING

maxfewtrell i don't know what i was expecting but it wasn't THAT MY GOD.

y/ny/l/n

🫶🏻

danielricciado 'im talking big snow balls' now...

charlesleclerc

i never thought we'd hear her sing about balls but here we are

oscarpiastri

idk how im supposed to look the two of you in the eyes ever again

y/ny/l/n

CAN YOU BLAME ME??? IM NOT GONNA APOLOGISE, I MEAN LOOK AT HIM!!!

landomclaren043

real.

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[just-jordie-things]

WAAAAH thing about playfighting w megumi (;_;)

he always tries to suppress his giggles but he just can’t help it!!!!! i love thinking about silly soft boyfie megumi he makes me Sob.

what are ur thoughts?!?! keep up the good work!!

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nonnie I've been reduced to a silly girl with a silly crush. how should i tell my partner i am taken by a fictional man.

___

play fighting with megumi has become your love language. it might seem silly but it's the best way to reduce him to blushing and giggles.

he's sitting in bed reading? sneak attack! you throw yourself into his lap with a delighted squeal. but his distraction was a farce! he knew what you were going to do, and was quick to toss his book to the side to flip you over and pin you down. he teases you for falling for his trap as he tickles you.

but you're feistier than he is, and you know just how to trick him.

kisses. your trap is kisses.

but he always gives in! it's too easy to pepper his face with kisses and fool him into thinking you're done with play fighting. silly boy, you think, as you wrap your arms around him and flip him over again.

this sends you both off the bed with a loud thud, but neither of you are bothered as you go back to trying to pin his arms down while he's trying to throw you onto your back again.

you're so lost in your giggling and squirming around, that you don't hear the scurry of footsteps nearing megumi's door.

"surrender" you playfully growl in megumi's face when you successfully hold both his wrists above his head.

"never" he raises his head to be closer to your face. there's a playful look in his eye, hiding something more mischievous behind it because, after all, this is fun because he quite enjoys having you on top of him.

"then face my wrath!" you're practically cheering, but before you can deliver your rain of terror, megumi's door slides open.

"WHAT HAPPENED!?" yuuji screeches.

"ARE YOU DYING?" nobara's scream follows.

both pause in his doorway as they see what the ruckus was all about.

you and megumi are in a rather compromising position, on the floor, the sheets tangled around you from your sudden fall, your faces inches apart and you're still pining his wrists to the ground.

megumi tilts his head backwards, giving his friends an upside down glare, while you just grin at them, finding the whole thing entertaining.

yuuji awkwardly apologizes, swiveling around and nearly running away from the scene. nobara's face contorts into disgust.

"gross!" she hollers, before slamming the door shut and chasing after yuuji while wailing something about bleaching her eyes.

megumi tilts his head to look up at you, furrowing his brows in annoyance.

"what, you embarrassed, 'gumi?" you tease with a smirk.

"they could learn to knock" he grumbles back.

"not like they walked in on anything that bad," you muse, lowering your face so your lips could ghost over his. "although they'll pro'lly leave us alone for a while"

sneaky girl, megumi smirks and finally pulls his hands out of your hold so he could wrap his arms around you and pull you completely down against him, slamming your lips together.

"i still won, by the way" you don't miss the chance to remind him of your victory, as soon as his lips trail away from yours and trace along your jaw.

when you finally get up off the ground, megumi picking you up gently to bring you back to the bed, you pull your finishing move, pushing all of your body weight onto him to make him fall onto his back on the mattress. you pin him again, giggling with glee as you do so.

he's flustered, because his mind had been elsewhere, but he can't help but burst into giggles with you, because you look so happy whenever you 'beat' him.

"i win again!" you declare.

distracting him with kisses always worked.

___

icanticanticant the idea of doing this is ruining my fucking life

xoxo ~ jordie

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #fushiguro megumi #megumi brainrot #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #megumi fushiguro x reader

[hotluncheddie]

omg it's been said before but your autistic Steve series is so good so life affirming so precious to me..... and so I would like to share my own thoughts on the matter...... Steve who did sports bc he had so much excess energy!! and now he gets the zoomies all the time and needs NEEDS to get outside and run around when the weather is nice...... Steve who thinks he's unforgivably strange and unlovable without his perfectly crafted mask and Robin who says she likes him better without it!!!!.... Steve hyperfixations (feat Steve who reads and frequents the library my beloved, he's so casually curious it just makes sense with his characterization I think)...... Steve full body stimming with Eddie or Robin and feeling amazing!!!!!...... Steve who has set up his space Exactly The Way He Likes It.....

love and light to you ♥️💋🥞🏄🏻

lovely 2jug2head!!! hello!!! ur so sweet!!!

but autistic steve!!! my love!! my guy!!! yesssss!!!! these are all so good! so sweet and lovely and perfect!!! ty for sending me this!!!

(sorry this reply took a little to get too, i've been on my freak shit but finally got few ideas down for u <3)

i think steve would take time learning what stimming and being overstimulated and understimulated means. i think after the upside-down especially, but a lot before that too, he got too used to detaching, kind of separating from his body in order to survive. so now, sometimes, he gets these itches and urges and weird feelings and he just doesn’t know what to do about it. [and i think sport definitely helped him in the past, but i dunno if he would make that connection right away.]

but, he watches robin flap her arms with her sweater sleeves covering her hands. and watches eddie get fucking breathless head banging to a song. he sees robin skip to his car at the end of a shift, looking up at the sky and letting out a 'AHH!' with so so much feeling, cheeks flushed and eyes bright that the day is done, getting in and fiddling with the radio like it’s no big deal. he watches eddie jiggle his leg and bite his rings and stand up and pace when he's talking about something he loves. and steve tries them.

he tries all of them.

he fists his hands and shakes them until something dislodges in his chest, till he can finally take a full breath. he sings loudly along to bruce springsteen and wham in his car in the mornings, sometimes not ever really singing, just making noise. he jumps around his room with robin when she plays blondie, he asks eddie to show him how to head bang, tries it and laughs and kisses him breathless when the song ends. he gives robin his keys and takes off running in a lap around the building after work, sometimes near sprinting, sometimes circling five, six times, going till he's panting and the faces of all the people he had to see that day are washed away, until he can't feel the plastic on his fingers, can't smell the bleach or the too much cologne some guy used. until he's reset, until he's him again, not theirs, not who anyone wants him to be. until he feels good again, lets himself feel good.

sometimes, now, he jiggles his leg the same way eddie does, at the same time, until robin says she has to move 'feel fuckin' seasick over here with you two goblins.' and eddie just laughs. and steve can curl up into his side, if he wants, can pick up eddies hand and bite his rings if he feels like it, eddie would let him, maybe call him cute, wouldn't judge him. neither of them would, if he did that, if he did more. they would never, and its so nice.

<3

["Steve who thinks he's unforgivably strange and unlovable without his perfectly crafted mask" ;-; that's my fcuking GUY. he would and its so :(( !!!! ]

but yeah, robin would hate that fake plastic smile he puts on to mask sometimes. and she'd tell him, with so much love. 'stop it. show me you.' because she just wants to be with steve.

but she’s so wonderful, he just, she gets it. sometimes things that he didn’t even know were bothering him will build and he’ll snap and rant and moan to finally get it all out. lungs heaving as he empties everything out before her. but she’ll just look at it, and seem to place it all in a way that makes sense, a way that’s small and fits in his pocket. she’ll say ‘woah yeah, that seems like a lot / would be stressful / i’m not surprised you're overwhelmed’ and it’s just. it’s so simple. he’s seen, he’s listened too and validated. it still makes him pause, in stunned silence, and it’s like there’s a plaster placed on his heart with every instance that it happens. sometimes it seems to strike such a chord it's like it's hitting a deep wound that he buried inside, a scab finally healing and falling away. sometimes it makes him sob in her arms, overwhelmed and amazed and so so moved by this person he's met, this wonderful angelic creature that he gets to call his.

the next time he has his super masked, customer service face on when its just the two of them, she threatens to bite him. and steve smiles for real, laughs, feels another plaster sticking over the others.

<3

and steve library frequenter yes yes!! i agree that he is curious and practical and i think a hands on kind of guy! so i think he goes to the library and gets books about cars. i think he likes learning about how to fix his, trying to understand what could go wrong, how it happens, what you do in different scenarios. i think that's something him and eddie and wayne bond over, helping to fix their cars. steve and eddie even work together to do up wayne's van a little, getting it a new bumper and a couple parts scavenged at the junkyard. it's fun for him to work out what's missing, what’s changed, how and why and then putting it into practice. taking something apart and putting it back together. makes him feel proud of himself, something he really doesn't feel often. makes his brain zone in and flow and focus for a couple hours and it just feels so nice, its a happy time for him.

also, speaking of special interests - ✨sport stats✨. steve can name the players of all the basketball teams currently playing professionally, likes watching the tactics shows that come on before and after the games. likes talking at eddie and explaining why its actually really cool that they swapped out that player to give this new guy a chance, he's big news, a young up and comer and has a really interesting play style, its gonna work well with how their current manger organises the court. and eddie just smiles at him, squeezing steves hand in his lap and trying to understand what he sees on screen, follow along (he struggles to take in all the information, it's just not his thing. but it makes him so happy when he watches steve watch.) and steves happy little keens when something interesting happens, mindlessly fiddling with eddie’s fingers and tapping his other hands fingers against his knee, 1, 2, 3, 2, 4, 2. relaxed and focused and sometimes he rocks when it gets really tense and eddies heart bursts.

because it wasn't always like that, it was a struggle and a near pleading for eddie to just get steve to tell him what he likes, talk to him, get to know him. to just let eddie in. because eddie wanted to know everything and steve just didn't know how to deal with that. why would eddie care? no one ever listens to him. he's embarrassing and annoying and gets to loud and eddie doesn't like sports so why would steve tell him anything? it took soft words and gentle encouragement and reassurance again and again that he's listening, he wants to listen, wants to know. 'always, always wanna listen to what you have to say stevie.' so when steve comes over to the trailer after work, talking about the latest switch they announced in the paper, how last nights points shifted the league around and now he doesn't even know who's going to win, isn't that cool? eddie fucking beams because this is his boy. his bright, beautiful, exited baby and he’s talking to eddie, he's letting eddie see him.

<3

steve and his space though. thinking very much about that. he doesn’t have the strictest schedule, he’s learning that sometimes its okay to leave the sheets for another couple days, that the dust can settle for another week before he needs to wipe it away. but some things are just, they just have to be right. he needs to know where things are, needs the important stuff in the same place every day so he doesn't forget. needs his products in the bathroom out and in order so he can keep track of when something needs replacing, so he's not left without something he needs. wants this one specific pillow at night, and one for between his knees and a duvet on year round, needs it to feel warm and safe and right in his bed.

and his clothes, its not even about the sensory stuff for him, like yeah most of his tops are soft, his jeans pretty worn in. he has some really old sweatshirts that are special, that come out on the worst days. but it's also about how clothes look, how they make him feel. he want his jeans to fit right, sit right on his shoes. wants his shirts to make his shoulders look nice, make him feel comfortable and confident and like a normal fucking person who can exist in the world. its another part of the mask, maybe. but it works and its his and most of the time he thinks he looks good. and that's okay. he's learning and its healthy and its practical and it helps.

but he also adores wearing eddies t-shirts. when he's at home all day or to sleep at night. especially if eddies not there, when steve misses him, when he wants him. steve wears eddies t-shirts to bed. they're all ones eddies left after staying, they're old and soft and the tags have been cut out and they smell like eddie. like his eddie. like he's there. steve loves it, wraps himself up in it, helps him feel soothed and taken care of even if he's alone, maybe its a little sad, makes him feel embarrassed, too much. but he's learning not to care.

sometimes eddie talks to him and touches him in a certain special way that makes steve feel so so foggy and taken care of and amazing. so, if eddie's not there but he craves that foggy feeling, steve wears eddies t-shirts and he speaks to himself like eddie would and he makes himself dinner and looks after himself and tucks himself into bed and rubs the fabric of the collar against his nose. and tries not to feel embarrassed if he needs more, if he has to suck on his fingers/thumb for a while, clutching the fabric in his hand. tries to let himself whimper or even cry a little if he needs, at how nice it feels, how gooey and needy he can allow himself to get. accept it as part of himself, that eddie likes it, still likes him, still loves him. just something he needs sometimes. and steve falls asleep, wearing eddies t-shirt.

<3

gonna tag a few people who might want to see, hope that's okay? wanna spread him around and show him off!! look at him!!! our best guy!!!

@pearynice @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @spectrum-spectre @just-a-tiny-void @steventhusiast @cherrychapsticksteve @lil-gremlin-things @finntheehumaneater @irethsune

#this was nice to wriite #ive missed him #my most special boy #autistic steve harrington #and as always #autistic robin buckley #autistic eddie munson #but this is about steve #my love #hotlunch #ask #ideas #steddie #stobin #<3 #also a little bit of sub steve at the end there #but like - its just one little part of him - one little part of their relationship #so ye #also having stuff on/in ur mouth can hit big time as a stim and im not sexualising that here #just so u know #its just something nice he can do for himself

[lowkeyrobin]

MCYT with artist reader and like R makes them art all the time weather it's using them as an art reference and having a bunch of doodles of them, or painting full portraits of them, or like painting pictures of their pets🪩🩷🥹🛸

ooooo I'm an artsy weirdo so here you go!!! thanks for the request ; also this is the day I figure out the ufo emoji existed

MCYT ; artsy reader

includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, & foolish gamers

warnings ; language

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

bro u got a whole sketchbook dedicated to doodles of him and his character versions in mc smps (dsmp, osmp, etc)

you love painting him in watercolors 🫶🫶

you made him a watercolor portrait thing with the HTBAB logo behind him, freddie & jack

he treasures the art you give him

literally frames it and hangs it on the wall or puts it on the shelves in his office

sometimes he'll take a picture of them and posts them w ur consent to show off your talent

"look what y/n made me 🫶" or "now wtf why can't I have this kind of talent?"

will chill out with you while you're drawing/painting etc

you go over to his parents house ONCE and make a family portrait + the dogs for them

that painting hangs above their fireplace, his parents look at it everyday

he does little drawing competitions with you on stream just to bond with you a bit and make you laugh

like the "we go back to school" video, the paint gets everywhere because of him LMAO

will straight up show off your sketchbooks on stream too

TUBBO

absolutely loves that you draw him

and the fact you have so much q!tubbo and sunny fanart 💔💔

he hangs all the physical art up around his house

you made a little oil pastel portrait of you two with tommy, freddie & molly under you like they were your kids 😭🙏

it hangs in a frame in his background so everyone watching stream can see it

he absolutely loves your character designs and your art style/s

you straight up animated the life by the sea music video as a little present for his birthday

took 5 months but you got it done 💪💪

genuinley rewatches it a million times

he posted it to his YouTube as well to show off your talent

adores watching you draw/paint in silence

and he loves posing for you to help you get a good reference

beware cause he'll start complaining after 30 seconds

RANBOO

absolutely loves showing off your art and praising you for it

you've made them so much genloss fanart

you even made them a few channel banners, especially after the rebrand (and they will never change them ever again omg)

gives you a bunch of ideas for drawing

you love drawing the lanky d!ranboo and gl!ran especially w the mask and wide arrangement of wires and stuff

you made a textured painting of genloss!ranboo and it sits on one of the shelves in his office

he's obsessed with touching it and feeling the paint

its like feeling the hours of work you put into it, something just for them

also loves posing for you

they will get so extravagant and unique with it LMAO

FREDDIE BADLINU

anything you make for him is a treasure

you made a little portrait of him and his closest friends, and it hangs on his bedroom wall where he can see it constantly

shows off your art and totally praises you for it

does silly poses for you to reference

you've made him a couple screensavers and stream starting soon pages

he absolutely loves your color pallettes good god

Freddie in acrylic paint>>>>>

"guys look at what my amazing partner made me today 🫶❤️"

sends you links to Instagram shorts or whatever to little crafts/ideas if you're having artist block

he finds a notebook full of sketches and random blurbs of/about him when you get bored and shit and have nothing better to do

absolutely head over heels because the fact you spend so much time making art of/for him, omg

if you bleach-paint shirts yk damn well he's wearing whatever you made him 24/7

NIKI NIHACHU

absolutely loves your character designs for her characters, they're all so unique and different and she loves it

your designs of osmp!niki are her favorite, considering she's literally a mermaid

the art you make with all her tattoos and piercings>>> omg

either totally adorable or totally badass

"more biker! niki bc she needs to learn how to bike rn... @/nikinihachu"

"amazing as always y/n/n 🫶 maybe I will..."

loves just quietly watching you do your thing

her and watercolor paints will never not be perfect

you make a whole mural for her because you got bored...

it's an abstract kind of goth-ish mermaid kinda thing on one of her office walls, and 'nihachu' spread across it in white, kinda cursive lettering, it's amazing

always making silly little doodles of her too

ALEX QUACKITY

cant even comprehend how talented you are

he always sees you drawing him and painting him and he's like "bro go touch grass u spend too much time thinking about me"

you also made a textured painting for Tiger

it's his prized possession, he loves it to much

almost broke down and cried when you gave it to him

loves looking at all the little doodles, drawings and character designs

his favorites are the ones of him with dynamic arm poses, even if you think they're bad

he thinks it adds a lot more personality and makes him look better LMAO

he loves and appreciates that you spend so much time on something about/for him, and so often as well

he looks so good in gouche paints that's all I'm saying

and in a kinda graffiti style as well omg

FOOLISH GAMERS

absolutely adores all the art you make of him

he'll even pose so you can get references and shit LMAO

him and watercolor paints... lord

AND COLORED PENCILS

any painting you've made for him is hung up on the wall

loves seeing your character designs for his dsmp/qsmp etc characters

he also shows them off online and points out all the cool things you've added and shit

even if it's just simple doodles of him, you'll add a splash of color w a marker or highlighter and he thinks it looks so awesome

you have post it notes all over your wall thatre just doodles of him and shit

you painted his shark logo on a giant canvas for him for a YouTube video

like 59 hours later you completed it and gave it to him as a birthday gift

he doesn't shut up about it after that

literally brags about it like he's a 15yo who just got a girlfriend for the first time before all his other friends

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #tommyinnit x reader #quackity x reader #ranboo x reader #badlinu x reader #tubbo x reader #freddie badlinu x reader #foolish gamers x reader #niki nihachu x reader #nihachu x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #they/them reader

[armins-main-hoe]

Hi! I really liked ur writing so I was wondering if u can do this?

Inarizaki and shiratorizawa (or one of them) with a fem manager that gets into fights often? But it's because they have roots to delinquent family members so they're pretty recognisable,,, also she kicks ass pretty good so most of the time she comes out alive

aw thank you for liking my writing and for the request. Sorry I couldn't get round to writing it up sooner :/

"Oh no, you've got it all wrong. She does bite."

When you first signed up to be the manager for the boy's volleyball team, you really didn't think much of it. You only signed up because your parents wanted you to go to some sort of after school club.

You didn't like any of the clubs so you decided to be a manager for a sports team. Besides, you didn't think a manager would have to do much since most of the organisation for matches would be done by the teachers and coaches.

So here you are on your first day being introduced to the boys in the team.

Inarizaki

You stood before them with a deadpan face on.

"Hey, I'm Y/n L/n and I'll be your manager from today onwards."

They boys bowed and said their greetings but you still felt like some of them were looking at you funny. So you looked at one, he had bleached yellow hair. (Atsumu Miya)

"What?"

He tilted his head up and looked down at you suspiciously.

"Are you the Y/n L/n who got into a fight with Hiroto Ito a week ago?"

"Yeah, why? You looking for a fight too?"

Another boy came forward, he was slightly shorter but still a few inches taller than you with with black spikes for hair that went upwards. (Michinari Akagi)

"It was about time someone put that guy in his place. He was actually really annoying, would never let us practice in peace."

To your surprise, this boys were actually pretty nice to you and as you watched them practice you saw the passion they had for the sport.

Almost made you feel guilty for signing up for this role when you knew nothing about Volleyball.

You would hand out water bottles and towels during their breaks and tried your best to memories their names. Took you a few days to do that though.

Over the next few weeks, you ended up growing fond of the team and the team members which lead you to put more effort in your role as the manager.

You would take notes about each player, their strengths and weaknesses and you took time out of your day to learn the rules for volleyball. You didn't even realise when but your passion for the sport grew and grew.

Soon even the team members saw the improvement in you and grew fond of you as their manager. They hadn't ever had one before you and you were already setting their standard for a manager pretty high.

Soon you would even tease and joke around with them.

Their coach loved having you around for practice since the boys were actually kinda scared of you whenever they would mess up and made them try their very best each practice.

There was a time where they had a competition to go to where there would be a few other schools' volleyball teams attending too. It was your first match that you would be attending with them as their manager. Since it was your first, you didn't actually know how big the team's cheer squad was, which surprised you a bit when you first saw. There was also a crowd everywhere you went so it made it hard to move and get from one place to another.

However, around 15 minutes before matches you realised that Kita was missing for more than 10 minutes. The team can't play without their captain present. So you went to go quickly find him. After a few minutes you found him about to enter the changing rooms.

"Where were you? The team was waiting for you." You asked him.

"I had my phone on me and I was going to put it in a locker before the matches start." He put his phone up to show you. Before you or him could say anymore, someone from the crowd passing by with a hooded face snachted his phone and ran.

"Go back to the team. Go!" You pushed him in the direction to the entrance of the sports hall and then ran after the hooded face.

The guy ran down the streets and into an ally way which lead to a dead end. He turned around you saw that he was wearing a mask as well.

"Heh, what's a little girl like you gonna do huh?" The guy's voice came out a little muffled from his mask.

"A lot."

Safe to say you managed to beat his ass with the new moves your uncles had taught you. Though you did get a few scratches on your face and knuckles but you got Kita's phone back and the hooded guy seemed pretty beat up.

Running back to the competition, you just hoped Kita hadn't worried too much to mess up his performance. By the time you got back and made it to the coaches side, you saw that your team was already playing their first match.

At some point, Kita met your eyes and you gave him a toothy grin and a thumbs up while holding his phone in your other hand. He smiled back before focusing back on the game.

When they had a break in between the match, you handed out water bottles. When you gave one to Kita, he saw the scratches on your face.

"Did you get into a fight?"

"No, drink your water and don't worry, you're phone is in perfect condition."

"You got hurt though." When he said that, a few of the other team members turned around to check on you.

"Damn miss manager, you really shouldn't be kicking ass while your team is out here playing a match." Atsumu teased. He didn't know you chased a guy down an ally who stole his captain's phone.

"You know you should be careful or she might just kick your ass Atsumu." Osamu told him, sending you a smile before him and his brother began to bicker.

You shooed them all away once the break was over while rolling your eyes at their teasing remarks.

You had a small smile as you watched them play and you felt like this wouldn't be the first time you would get into a fight for them but you really couldn't care. They can repay you by getting first place.

Shiratorizawa

"I'm Y/n L/n and I'll be your manager from today forwards."

You were there at every practice they had, they would see you taking notes and giving out water bottles. You learned all their names and positions within 3 days. You were doing everything one would expect a manager to do and you would do it flawlessly.

Which actually surprised them since you were known throughout the school to get into fights with other students both in your school and from other schools.

However, not long since you began being their manager, you once came to practice late with some bruises on your hands and a rather sour mood.

Tendo asked you about it but you just shooed him away to practice more, even hitting him with your clipboard.

Another time, you came to practice with your hair a bit messy and a busted lip that had been poorly treated. Though luckily that time the coach wasn't there to report it to another teacher and Eita Semi and Kenjiro Shirabu dragged you to the infirmary to get it treated properly.

Once, you came to practice after a fight which you personally found very easy to finish. You didn't get any big, obvious injuries so to the other team members, they thought you hadn't came back from a fight and continued practice like usual.

But the captain knew otherwise. When he came over to the side to get a drink he walked over to you.

"So, who did you fight with today?"

"Huh, how did you know?"

"I'm an excellent observer."

"Uhh sure, well it wasn't anything too bad. So don't worry about me."

He chuckled.

"I'm not worried about you, I'm worried about the kid you beat up. Wonder what condition he is in right now."

"Gee captain, thanks for caring about your manager so much."

You both laughed before you fell silent.

"The bastard wouldn't quit saying nonsense about the team and starting up rumours." You told him.

"Aw, so you do care about us!" Tendo popped up on the other side of you.

"Fuck tendo! You scared me, I nearly punched you."

He laughed and put an arm around you.

"You beating up guys who talk shit about us? How thoughtful of you manager."

"Tendo do you want me to beat you up with my clipboard again?"

"Hehe, it's like we have our own personal bodyguard."

You smacked him with your clipboard.

"ow! Okay, okay, I'll stop. Gonna go practice some more. Talk to ya later miss bodyguard- I mean manager."

"Tendo!"

The other team members looked over at you and Tendo and were either laughing or sighing. "Looks like he is gonna get his ass beat again."

"He really should stop riling her up, she is actually kinda scary."

"Yeah but tendo is another breed, he isn't afraid."

Thank you for this request anon, this was pretty fun to write. Hope you enjoyed reading it!

#haiykuu #shiratorizawa #inarizaki #suna rintaro #miya osamu #atsumu miya #kita shinsuke #miya twins #tendo #ushijima wakatoshi #eita semi #shirabu kenjirou #haikyu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu atsumu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu manager #manager reader x haikyuu #headcanon #x reader #armins main hoe

[maochira]

hey! i’m back with a request for ur event :D

maybe a scenario of the ubers team dying barou’s hair?

OKAY SO I did a "spending time with the Ubers Team" last week and in that set of headcanons reader didn't actually help. BUT. I changed it for this because it's more fun that way

Requests open! - Event list - Event introduction

Dyeing Barou's hair!

Tags: gn!reader, friendship with the team is established

Event sypnosis: you, Claire (@deerangle3 ) and Mao (me) are assistants in the Neo Egoist League

-the entire situation is a DISASTER. But the most fun disaster you've ever experienced

-everyone wonders why Barou just decided a night before the match that he wants to dye his hair, but whatever he wants is what he gets

-Oliver and Mao are literally the only ones out of everyone who know how to dye hair because they dye theirs all the time. They do most of the work but they ask you to help even though you've never done that before

-hair down Barou = he looks extra babygirl -> that's already his nickname so he won't hear his actual name from you and the other assistants for the rest of the evening anymore

-Barou complains about anything and everything like "that's too much hair", "that's too little hair", "DON'T TUG MY HAIR LIKE THAT OUCH"

-you ruin like 2 or 3 towels with bleach and hair dye in the process (which Claire carefully hides so no one finds out)

-Niko just sits there and watches, occasionally you ask him what he thinks and he gives you honest opinions, but besides that he doesn't want to get involved in that chaos

-Aryu could help but he's busy panicking about how good or bad it will turn out

-Oliver made a joke about dyeing Aryu's hair next and he went on a 10 minute rant why that will NOT be happening

-you accidentally dropped a bit of hair dye on the floor so now there's a red stain whoops

-Lorenzo laughed at you when that happened so Oliver took some of the leftover bleach and ran after him with it for solid 5 minutes

-Snuffy occasionally checks on how it's going and he's either laughing at what's happening or watches in horror (he's also a bit proud of you for doing well even if it's chaos)

-Sendou makes some comment on how you could do better so you threaten to dye his hair in his sleep. He doesn't think you're serious about it, but just in case he shuts up

-you expected it to take maybe two hours but almost four hours later is when Oliver finally blow dries Barou's hair and that's when you're finished

-Barou really likes how it turned out! That night was also the first time ever you heard him saying "thanks" and he even hugged you for a moment

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock headcanons #bllk headcanons #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x reader #bllk x you #blue lock scenarios #bllk scenarios #shouei barou #barou shouei #barou x reader #oliver aiku #oliver aiku x reader #oliver aiku x you #barou x you #marc snuffy #shuto sendou #sendou x you #sendou x reader #ikki niko #niko ikki #blue lock niko #jyubei aryu #aryu jyubei #blue lock aryu #aryu x you #aryu x reader

[vampi-fixx]

love bites + love handles

BLEACH; various characters x chubby!reader headcanons

ft. gin ichimaru, Izuru kira, shuhei hisagi, adult!toshiro hitsugaya

tw: 18+ not sfw. all charas are aged up. afab reader. mentions of internalized fatphobia, insecurity, in terms of gin specifically, unhealthy relationship dynamics? (sorry y/n ur man is toxic.) in izuru’s section- mommy kink,, uh lactation, death/dying kink?? idk what i have done lol.

gin ichimaru—;

He likes pet names that point out your chub and veer dangerously close to derogatory i.e. my lil’ swine, my plump dumplin.’ He means these affectionately—or at least as affectionate as he can get—but that doesn’t translate well with his permanent smile, his mocking tone. Even if they weren’t related to your size, surely his delivery would make you wonder if it was something more sinister than teasing. If you ever tell him so, he’s quick to rectify.  

“Aw, don’t get yer panties in a knot~” he says, curling his arms around you, squeezing your middle. Another thing he loves doing. Drawing attention to your gut, even if it does make you flustered. “I’m only teasin’ ya.”

Canonically, he loves Rangiku, and while his eyes are almost always closed, he’s certainly not blind to her assets. He likes someone who can fill his arms generously, who he can sink his fangs into better—it gives him the impression that he owns you more fully.

If you’re ever down about your appearance—whether it be as a result of society’s unrealistic beauty standards, a piece of clothing that just won’t sit right on your figure, whatever—he’s awful at comfort. His nature is to antagonize rather than to soothe. But if you were having an especially bad day, and were ever to ask him if he likes your body, he’ll offer you a rare, genuine frown. “‘Course I like it. Why’d ya’ think I don’t?” If you were to persist, or even go down a spiral of why he shouldn’t, he’ll stop you, his icy gaze cutting through your words. “Not another peep outta ya.’” Before he distracts you. In Gin’s view, you can’t be lingering on certain topics once he’s teasing you again, right? But his teasing will have a little less bite this time, and lead its way to compliments that come across as more genuine than not.

Something Gin might do that confuses you is procuring skimpy clothes or lingerie for you, and leaving them out for you to wear. They’re often a size or two too small for you, and when you try them on, it’s nothing short of scandalous the way it squeezes into your flesh. It makes you wonder if he’s doing it intentionally, and don’t worry—he is. He’s a dick.  His reasoning though, is that he’s quite enamored by the way straps look digging into your shoulders, or garters digging into your thighs, the way you spill out generously from a too-tight corset. He’s all simpering about it too, for instance, watching you parade around Hueco Mundo or Seireitei with a low-cut outfit that leaves your curves to no one’s imagination. In his defense, he can play the role of the “concerned,” “protective" lover in public if you get flustered, dragging you back home by the waist as he tells you, “Ya’ silly thing, why’d ya’ even go out wearing tha’ kinda stuff? Ya’ know what a sight ya’ are?” Hmm, I wonder why. At some point, you can’t trust his choices, and you have to hide your clothes from his alterations. 

During sex, he likes having you on top so he can see your softer parts jiggle. He also enjoys seeing his fingerprints left on your skin, and is quite enamored with the marks tight clothing leaves on you. He may or may not pinch your fat rolls. He’s awful. You should break up with him, Y/N. If only the crazy dick wasn’t also good.

izuru kira— ;

Izuru thinks the world is a harsh and unforgiving place. The exact opposite of you and your body, and thus you become a sanctuary of sorts for him. He’s reverent—your entire body is as soft as a pillow, and he’s in desperate need of coddling from the world. What’s not to love?

Izuru especially likes running his hand along the dips and curves of your body when you’re bared before him, likening it to nature, the divine, his muse. And with him sweetly murmuring how you must have been spun from the gods’ silken hands themselves, how can you feel anything but beautiful?

Insecurities are undoubtedly a part of anyone with a body’s experience though, and if you’re ever particularly down about your appearance, Izuru is aghast. He assumes he’s at fault for making his muse think they’re unappreciated. He’ll show you some of his more, ahem, embarrassing haikus about you. If you want, he’ll even give you a mini performance, replete with his flushed cheeks, his gaze nervously darting to yours to gauge your reaction. Writing poems about you in secret is one thing, but having to perform them in front of you? If he didn’t love you so much, he thinks he could die of the embarrassment.

He accepts that there are things you’ll always dislike about yourself. If he were to list his own shortcomings, it would run miles. Izuru always lives in some kind of self-hating despair, but you—you’re his light. He hopes that by showing you how much he adores your body, you'll also come around to it.

If you’re ever pregnant and/or lactating, Izuru would love to suck on your breasts. Mommy kink confirmed. Even if the topic of trying for a baby baby has just been breached, you’ll sometimes catch him staring longingly at your breasts, before catching your eye and coughing, acting like he’s not. He’s mortified to admit just how... arousing he finds the thought of potential changes to your body.

Speaking of kinks, dying and other morbid things is something Izuru muses about often, but when it comes to you, something about these thoughts turns almost naughty. He’s embarrassed to admit it, but he thinks about being suffocated by your chest, or to suffocate with his face buried in your folds, your thighs caging his head. Sometimes these thoughts get him hard—dying is inevitable, and is a constant presence in a Shinigami’s life, but the thought of dying while wrapped up in your loved one? It’s somehow hot. Izuru is a bit too shy to mention these thoughts to you...

shuhei hisagi— ;

If you’re chubby, Shuhei finds the experience of going down on you even hotter. He’ll get nosebleeds at the thought of your thighs squeezing his head, his nose pressed into your slick folds until he can barely breathe, his hands coming up to grip your thighs as he groans at the give of them. Certified sub status.

Speaking of thighs, he loves to fuck them. Something about the thought is just hot—him squeezing your thighs together, his voice husky as he tells you to keep them clenched tight for him... good, just like that. Especially so if the head of his dick peeks through between them. He can literally cum from just that, his breath hitching at the sight of his seed streaked across them. It just makes him want to lick them even more.

Shuhei also kinda—don’t let him know you’re onto him—but when he’s really stressed from Seireitei Weekly deadlines, from his lieutenant duties, from seeming to run everything on his own? If you two are sitting on the couch together, he’ll just bury his face in your chest. It becomes a habit, and once he’s gotten over his hesitation, he’ll ask you for the boob pillow. Sometimes, when he’s so tense from everything, he’ll complain this way only, into your chest where it’s muffled and he doesn’t feel quite as much of a whiner and all he can think about is how soft you feel around him. You rubbing your hand through his head and listening to him complain is a nice touch.

He really likes hitting it from the back, where he can watch your plush ass bounce when his hips meet it. Also you on top, so he can see ever part of you.

His favorite part about you is how soft you are. Your tits pressing against his chest when he hugs you, the way he can dig into the softest parts of your thighs. 

He would love it if you ever asked him to pick your outfits for the day, or week. He may not look it, but sometimes he sees a cool jacket or top that he thinks would love great on you, but he doesn’t wanna come across as  weird and tell you how to dress. But he’d jump at the opportunity. Surprisingly his eye for fashion is pretty good, and he loves to get you punk outfits that compliment his.

toshiro hitsugaya— ;

He is traumatized from Rangiku’s boob smush. That being said, he does his best to ignore said assets from anyone, even if they are noticeable.

To be honest, it doesn’t really register to Toshiro that you being fat is something you should worry or be insecure about. If you mention it, he’ll blink and be like, “Yes. Your point being?” Truly, he thinks that appearances shouldn’t matter. He’s quite defensive about it, considering how people used to judge for looking too young for a captain.

If you ever mention being insecure, he’s conflicted. He wants to tell you that you’re perfect to him and you have nothing to worry about. But at the same time, he can’t quite bring himself to admit that. Toshiro’s tendency for bluntness and raw honesty is quite clumsy when it comes to declarations of affection. So he settles for showing you instead--with a fierce kiss, his arm tugging you forward

“Don’t be stupid,” he says sternly. “You’re per--fine just the way you are.”

He does try to show you how much you mean to him. Perhaps by upping the physical affection, which is a huge deal for Mr. Frigid and Icy. He’ll initiate hugs from behind, even in public.

If you continue to be insecure, he suggests--and he means this with no ill intention--some guides and strategies for self-love and shit. He finds it cheesy but he really wants to help you, while also not wanting to coddle you? He’s definitely had to look up research guides to relationships before, so he figures that’s a place to start.

As an adult, he’s pretty lean, so he also appreciates the size difference. Toshiro doesn’t treat you differently, hauling you onto his lap in those rare moments when he’s tired from paperwork and wants a pick-me-up, and has stopped giving a damn about decorum. But just picture grumpy Toshiro, nuzzling into your chest, asking for “Five more minutes,” because the feel of being wrapped around is much better than his hand cramping from all the papers he’s had to sign off of.

Ah. I’m loving the idea of Toshiro with a fuller boo and doing cute domestic shit. You feeding him curry you made while he hugs you from behind and complains that it’s too spicy (it’s not; he just has a piss-poor tolerance for spice). Napping with Toshiro on the couch on his day off and he cracks an eye open, a small smile curling his lips at the sight of you as he wraps an arm around you. Toshiro glowering at you when he’s in the rare mood for affection and you keep darting out of his grasp, until he pins you against the counter and steals a kiss from you while grumbling, “Finally.”

Rangiku thinks you’re the cutest couple, and definitely does her best to catch you two in the act of doing, what she deems, “cute couple activities.” More than once she’s walked in on you sitting in Toshiro’s lap, not even doing anything spicy, but just playing with his hair. It’s cute. She has totally taken blackmail pics. In her defense, her taicho never looks that soft with just anyone.

Body worship is big in the bedroom. Toshiro’s cold lips trailing your skin, his gaze heated. He may not be the best with words of affirmation, but he’s content to show you like this how much you mean to him.

#bleach x reader #hisagi x reader #toshiro x reader #izuru x reader #gin x reader #bleach headcanons #bleach smut #not sfw #bleach thots #tati writes #repost from my old blog

[beanlot]

How does Ellie and Abby differ in bed? Love ur fics, ur always bringing something new to the table 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

ellie is hands on.

she understands how much you relish just the mere stroke on your hip, just as much as she savours how your skin reacts under the sanctification that was her fingertips - she’d unearth every fragile nerve in your body, nerves you hadn’t known existed, and only would amplify their sensitivity with just her fingers. sometimes, you’d underestimate the true divinity of them; you’d forget how saintly they’d slew inside of you, only to be reminded of what promised land she’d send you to when she’d twine them inside your pussy so skilfully. being rewarded with your whines and whimpers in her ear was nothing more than narcotic utopia, only using her tongue on your neck and collarbone - potentially your breasts every now and then when her fingers were short of vigour.

personally, i don’t think ellie is much of a dirty talker. she presents herself as very reserved and vanilla, but that’s only skimming the surface on a superficial level - in her lewd temper, ellie might not be afraid to delve into such pornographic words about how perfect your cunt looks from here, or if you like what she’s doing to you.

but in terms of kinks, ellie would like to regard herself as experimental with you - but after spitting in your mouth or having her hands bound by rope, she prefers things being raw and.. simple. generally, ellie is more of a make love to you and let me appreciate your body person rather than having her wrists torrent with irritation from such harsh bondage or seeing the decimation of your skin with her bite marks, which she feared would disappoint you.

and of course, she’s a switch - orchestrating herself with such duality that sometimes, she was serene enough to ask you to eat her out, have you tongue-deep inside her. sometimes it was 50/50, other times it was 30/70, or even 80/20. but on the days where you had done most of the work and hadn’t came, she’d remain persistent in making it up to you through the boiling guilt in her chest; this could be from giving you more orgasms than intended, guzzling at your clit under the dinner table, or joining your showers with her strap - which was as much of a reward for her as it was for you.

finally, ellie’s aftercare is nothing short of heavenly. she’s your sweetheart, even on the days she’d be blighted after a session - it was always you that she insisted be overindulged. whether it was her washing the bed with scents of ocean fervour and citrus; having you lay on her lap whilst she’d spray cucumber serum on your skin, or stimulating ticklish patterns on your waist and admiring how godly seraphic you look in the dusk, all whilst contemplating what animation to watch.

now this is where shit gets rough, because..

abby’s a biter.

honestly, i see abby the complete antithesis to ellie in bed. maybe it’s the brawny figure, the callous irises bleached with such ascendancy that she strikes me as someone who likes to hunt you. where ellie likes to use her hands, abby is one to know that her mouth is her paramount - her tongue is superlatively impulsive on your body, inviting itself wherever it wished: your mouth, your breasts, your hips, your clit. and eventually, her primal instincts became axiomatic, because her teeth were as entitled as her tongue. she’d bite at your shoulders, your lips, your nipples, thighs - and if her urges desired, she’d test the waters with her teeth sampling your clit. which was rather detrimentally agonising on your end and often resulted in establishing timeouts for her, but some days, it was your cup of tea.

i mean put it this way, the only time abby would use her hands had to be necessary, whether this was through stripping you or keeping your legs still to finish slurping at your folds; this usually meant a lot of your sex was facesitting in the gym whilst she used weights, calibrating to being perched upon the dresser before a night out with your leg on her shoulder, adjusting to the tremor in your thighs when you’d cum on her lips.

and abby knows she’s freaky - i’d say she prefers to keep the sex between you dynamic, the adrenaline of exploring kinks like no other refreshment. you’d cottoned on that abby already acknowledged herself to be a sadist, and decided to serrate the blunt edges with conversations on your personal fantasies; some you regret talking about, such as abby’s fantasy to fuck you whilst you slept, or the ongoing discussions about if she could whip you so you could get a taste of the disciplinary raw strength behind her arms. because she liked reprimanding you, and this was often the case when you’d nosedived into the rabbit hole of disharmony and conflict - because you learnt (and so did owen) that abby was one for hate sex. she likes to broadcast her barbarity on your body, and personally, i think this fuels abby’s potential to dirty talk - often resulting in belligerent hisses in your ear about what a fucking whore everyone thinks you are, and how fucking dare you speak to her like that.

and although the sex between the both of you seemed toxic and violent, it was your love language - because you know in the complex roots that abby is, she maintains so much love towards you; it’s safe to say that abby is a shatterproof top.

finally, abby’s aftercare is the antipode to ellie’s. whilst ellie would typically be giving herself up to you through acts of service - abby is in the simplest of words, a bellyacher. and it goes a little something like:

my muscles ache, babe.

fuck, my hip.

think i pulled something.

you’d be the one picking up the fragments she’d left of you, susceptible to the irony of her complaints; sometimes it would be through bathing in the puddle of sweat that you both were whilst her face would burrow itself between your breasts, which sometimes only activated another hour long session when her tongue would stroke against your nipple. other times, it could be ambling yourself to the kitchen to make her a hot brew and massaging muscle cream into the most delicately sculptured parts of her body. and it was these moments where, although she treasured you, it was just mere realisation that she was so grateful

that out of the billions of people on this planet, you were the one she met.

#ellie williams x reader #abby anderson x reader #ellie williams #abby anderson #ellie williams smut #abby anderson smut #the last of us #ellie x reader x abby #howdoesellie #howdoesabby

[daydreamingleclerc]

something special about june // lauren james au

in which, lauren and her housemate-turned-girlfriend sports journalist come out on instagram during pride month 🤍

includes; slight sexual content, swearing, wlw content !

this is something v different for me! but i’ve been so in my lauren feels lately i cannot help myself. who knows. i might even write something to deepen this AU further! inspired by this article about jess carter and ann-katerin berger! enjoy xx

DISCLAIMER: i am in no way shape or form suggesting that lauren is bisexual or gay by posting this. this is simply just a form of fiction and i do not mean any harm. pictures were found on instagram and pinterest and all rights are to their original owners.

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yn✔️

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yn say cheese 😁😚❤️

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samanthakerr20 yn this is the gayest jumper i’ve ever seen

yn took notes from you clearly x

laurennjjames ❤️😚

yn 🥰❤️

ldnpride oh my god are you two…

yn lauren’s wearing a leather jacket and i’m wearing a jumper straight out of 1946 do the math x

laurennjjames ✔️

ibiza, spain

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laurennjjames winning on and off the pitch, clearly 😍

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yn i’d like to point out i got my hair done at the hotel hair salon

yn just incase ppl are confused by my hair change midway through this dump

laurennjjames i’m more concerned about the amount of people thirsting over your arse

yn don’t post it then u silly sausage

kmewis19 yn is packing in that first pic

yn do you like it 😼

yn ✔️

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yn wonder if we’ve beaten the just friends allegations now x

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laurennjjames lesbian!

yn i know u are but what am i x

laurennjjames a glorified bisexual 🤨

lew.mount put some clothes on

yn don’t tell me what to do

benchilwell you guys are NEVER going to beat the just friends allegations 🤣🤣

yn we could release a sex tape and we still wouldn’t beat the just friends allegations

reecejames how do i burn my eyes 😃

bethanyengland4 you two are so cute🥹

yn thanks bethy ❤️

laurennjjames✔️

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laurennjjames i remember when she thought she was straight until she saw me in a towel.. happy birthday to my favourite cougar ❤️

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yn cougar?! i’m 2 years older than you watch ur mouth LJ.

laurennjjames yeah babe that makes you a cougar 🤨

yn love you really 🫶🏼

laurennjjames love you too foxy lady

samanthakerr20 funny how loz and i are thé youngest ones in our relationships yet we’re the ones you answer to🤨 happy birthday yn 🤣🔥

kmewis19 you’re so evil

yn that was so uncalled for samantha sleep with one eye open tonight.

chelseawfc HBD yn 😋💙

reecejames happy birthday yn 🥂💙

yn✔️

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yn lauren cant answer ur call rn cause she’s busy reecejames

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reecejames how do i bleach my eyeballs

reecejames no ew wtf i can’t look at this

kmewis19 you two are the WORST

yn nothing wrong with a lil PDA 🫶🏼

amberrosegill stealing this pose for me and jen

yn ur welcome x

laurennjjames ✔️

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laurennjjames life lately 📸(ft the missus)

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yn wow

yn that first pic 🥰👍🏼😍🔥

yn seriously you make me so 🥰🥹

yn god.

laurennjjames okay love don’t embarrass yourself x

yn can i just say the difference in my rack compared to lauren’s is very very amusing to me

laurennjjames i love your rack

yn i 🫶🏼 ur ironing board too ig

samanthakerr20 🔥🔥

mbrighty04 fashion is unmatched

yn ✔️

lake como, italy

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yn the one where the lesbians went to italy and got kicked out of an art gallery for snogging

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laurennjjames why’d you have to post the pic of you in the green dress 🤤🤤🤩

yn bc i love it when you get all mushy

laurennjjames i don’t think mushy is the word you’re looking for 😍😼

samanthakerr20 is that…. yn in JEANS?!?!

yn it was a one off and it’s never going to happen again.

#lauren james #instagram au #wlw au #footballer blurb #footballer x you #footballer x yn #footballer x reader #footballer x y/n #footballer imagine #footballer au #football au #football #football imagine #football blurb

[gothamitelove]

HIIIIIII!!! :3

Victor Zsasz x tmasc!reader where he helps cut and dye readers hair?

missed u sm!’ hope ur doing well <33

HELLOOOO THANK YOU im doing pretty well but lord id be doing better if my laptop decided it wanted to start typing numbers again. i need a new computer 😭 ANYWAY i love this idea bc i am also tmasc so lets do this

he would LOVE doing this i swear. especially dying hair he loves that

he suggests all these crazy colors and if you dont want them you Will have to stop him from getting carried away with it

will hum while he cuts your hair. occasionally he sings a little too

occasionally suggests "how do you feel about mohawks?" and then looks devious. like he might actually take the razor to the side of your head. PLEASE keep an eye on him this is for your own good

helps you wash out the bleach. all you gotta do is stick your head in the sink, he'll wash it out for you. he's got magic hands it'll feel really good

he could've been a hairdresser in another life.

when you're done he gives you a kiss and tells you how great you look. he then proceeds to take many pictures

#THIS IS SO CUTE angry emoji #asks #victor zsasz #gotham #transmasc reader #dcu #x reader #dc x reader #rogues gallery #headcanons #gotham rogues #gotham show #gotham series #victor zsasz x reader #victor zsasz imagine #victor zsasz gotham

[fluffenough]

Furbbs appreciation post: for a friend who left the fandom and changed my life (please read)

thank you for all the love on the recent photos of chiffon and latte ;w; if you see this i just want you to know im holding all your tags and comments close to my heart and sobbing from joy

both were customized by my precious friend @furbbs in 2018... furbbs is long inactive in the furby space but did some of the most gorgeous, in depth and unique customs id ever seen.

i decided to make this post so i can remind people of the incredibly talented person i get to call my friend.

furbbs was one of the first (if not the first) i saw skin an 05 and boom.

they are safe, but i cant pretend i do not miss their presence in this space. i hope to keep their incredible work alive through my photography!

they had to leave due to health issues.

like this WIP they posted... i dont even know how they did this level of detail with dye! 2012s weren't very popular then, either. (Credit)

This sweetie of theirs, too! In general, they did things with dye I STILL cannot comprehend. They'd done custom plush and fursuits before, so I suppose that's how they were so intuitive!

This "confetti baby" custom dyed snowball by them is still unbelievable to me. Genuinely amazing. (Credit)

Latte originally had a custom "furbucks" apron they made. He has a "scent pouch" inside that smells like hazelnut and coffee made from candle melts. (Credit)

aurora was originally a dalmatian furb and was dyed to my liking to look like a cloudy sky. he has so much detail on his eyelids that can't be seen right now as they got stuck open in transit. (Credit)

they even custom made the hair tuft aurora has :") its several fur panels sewed together as dye wasnt working. my heart... (credit)

obligatory mention to my boyfriend (@tiedyefurb)'s custom furby, prince, also made by them. the level of detail is insane

they bought a lot of suspiciously cheap furbies for my boyfriend because he dreamed of owning an angel furby and one was included. the overall price was $12/furby.

the furbies were full of dead bugs, even under their eyelids and in their robot parts. they had dead bug poop in them, they were... really gross.

out of love and perseverance, despite having intense toy empathy and the process being upsetting, furbbs cleaned them all thoroughly. me and my bf have 5 furbies from the lot, 3 customized by them

when i got chiffon, my sun bleached crystal baby, customed by them they let me make so many changes and i made them start over and add little details so many times. i wish id known how special the experience was in the moment

i... cant express how much furbbs means to me and how much joy their craft brings. i think most people probably dont know of them and the thought made me sad. so i wanted to remind people of my precious friend.

if you knew furbbs, consider adding a comment or addition. if you didnt, consider giving their blog a look. maybe rb if you want!

if you read this far, thank you. i want people to remember furbbs time in our community.

(im not crying ur crying)

#furby community #furby fandom #custom furby #furby 1998 #all furby #fluff gabs #eidolon gabs #textpost tag #idk what my text tag is sorry lol

[giggly-squiggily]

omg ur most recent blue lock fic was so cute 😭😭😭 pls i need a part 2 😭😭😭😭😭

(but dont stress urself over it im just saying its rlly cute and wholesome lmao remember to take care and have lots of breaks ❤️❤️)

If I recall correctly- this was about my fic: "All The King's Men"; which thank you so much btw! I appreciate the kind words! I wasn't originally planning a sequel but after getting this ask and thinking about it for a hot minute...yeah; we can make a part two! :D I hope you like it, anon!

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@myreygn @cupcake-spice13

“Get his leg, boys.”

Yorrichi Isagi may have lacked Chigiri’s speed, Nagi’s control and Barou’s power- but that didn’t mean he was weak.

With a sudden twist, he gathered up the blankets and pillows, shoving them into their faces as he rolled off the bed, diving beneath. Move, move, MOVE! He willed his body to go as Barou swore, blinded. The door opened with barely a creek.

“He’s getting away!” Nagi called as Isagi barrel rolled out, scrambling to his feet as he ran. In a leg race, he was done for- Chigiri would have had him in seconds. He just needed…

There!

He dived into the nearest locker room as footsteps approached, running into the showers. Once there, he slid into a stall, peeking through the gap.

“Gotcha…huh.” Chigiri blinked, looking around the empty room with curious eyes. “Isagi? Are you in here?” The redhead poked around, turning to look back at the lockers. “Isagi?”

Crawling on his knees, the brunette shimmied under the stall dividers, the smell of bleach burning his nostrils. Well- at least they were clean. When he got to the one closest to the door, he poked his head out, finding Chigiri checking the last stall at the end.

“I swear this place is haunted…” He poked his head into another, and another. Isagi dived behind him and into the locker room.

And- because he felt like it- he slammed an empty locker shut on his way out.

“SHIT!” Chigiri’s squawk of surprise nearly took him out as he booked it.

“Chi? What’s up- there you are!” Nagi cried as he came around the corner. Isagi yelped before flying down the hall again, pumping his legs with all his strength. It wasn’t long before Nagi was slowing down- all his endurance giving out as he waved a weak hand. “Wait- wait, come…back.

“HA!” Victory!

Soaring around the corner, he found Barou waiting for him.

“OH SHI-” He doubled back, just narrowly avoiding Nagi. He dove into the kitchen at the last second.

“Damn, Isagi- would you hold still!” Barou called, chasing after him with a moderately exhausted Nagi on his heels. “You’re like a damn worm!”

“What’s wrong, King? Can’t catch the gingerbread man?” Isagi laughed as he put the table between them, diving the opposite way Barou went. Nagi tried enclosing him, but Isagi simply moved tables. “Too slow! Hehehe!”

“You son of a-” Barou began just as Chigiri came flying in, closing the distance fast. Isagi squeaked and bolted, but his fate was already decided when Barou climbed OVER the table.

“NO! No no nohohohooo! Wahhahait!” Isagi yelped as he was grabbed, squished between Barou and Chigiri as they met in the middle. Nagi, who had positioned himself near the door to act as guard, whooped. “We did it!”

“The hell do you mean we?” Barou threw the brunette over his shoulder, carrying him back to the room the same way he did Chigiri. “You literally gave up.”

“No I didn’t- I simply prioritized my usefulness.” Nagi shrugged as their room came into view, taking his place as Isagi was tossed back into his bed. “You two had him- and now I do THIS!”

“Na-GI!” Isagi cried, laughing before anything started as Nagi threw himself across his torso. Within seconds, he was dead weight, holding him down as the others took their places on each side of him. “Wahhahait, wahahhait guhuuhhuys pleahahhase!”

“Any last words, gingerbread man?” Barou glared down at him, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Ehehehrm, do you know…the muffin man?”

“The muffin man?” Nagi asked automatically.

“THE MUFFIN MAN!”

“A lot of movie references, lately.” Chigiri mused.

“Enough shrek talk! Get em!” Barou commanded, and within seconds Isagi was laughing like a child, feet kicking as he squirmed against the bed. Nagi was at his waist, digging into the soft spots of his belly and sides with lazy prods and pokes. Chigiri had his legs, kneading his thigh with the precision of a sports doctor, and Barou was at his head, jabbing at his armpits whenever the opportunity arrived.

“Gehahahhahhahahaha! Guhuuhuuhuhhuys, pleahahhahahahhsae! Gehahahahahhaha pleahhahahhahe wahhahahahhahit!” He tried waving a hand out, but any move he made introduced more spots to tickle. “Aheahhahhahahha it tihihiiihihickles!”

“That’s kind of the point, Isagi!” Nagi giggled against him, moving his hands up to his ribs. When he poked his lowest set, Isagi squealed. “Is this a bad spot?”

“Can’t be as bad as here.” Chigiri wormed a hand under the pair, squeezing Isagi’s hip. “This is bad, yeah?”

“Oh please- you two are amateurs. This is a bad spot.” Barou wiggled his fingers against the back of Isagi’s neck and ears. “Aren’t I right?”

“Yeah, Isagi- tell us who’s right!” Nagi nodded.

“Who’s tickling you the most right now?”

The answer? All of them were terrible. Isagi would have said that if he wasn’t currently dying from laughter, cheeks red and laugh on the verge of silence as he kicked and thrashed, howling with mirth. “PLEHAHAHAHAHHAHSE GUHUHUHUUHUHUYS!”

“Hm- he’s a bit red. Yo- reel it in.” Barou reached out, tapping Nagi on the shoulder. Chigiri had already stopped, pulling his hands back as he helped Nagi climb off a now exhausted Isagi. “Don’t wanna suffocate him. You good?”

“Ahehehe…hehehehe…hehe…yehhahah.” Isagi sighed, too tired to say more. Nagi raised a hand in victory before flopping into Chigiri, leaning on him so much they rolled off the bed.

“GAH! Nagi!”

“Carry me.”

“Carry yourself, you lazy sloth!”

“But it’s too faaaar~”

“Oi, these two- come on, Mr. Hassle.” Barou got up as well, giving Isagi a quick hair ruffle as he did. Too tired to watch, Isagi curled into himself, pulling his abandoned blanket up and over his body.

In the distance, he swore he heard muffled fits of laughter.

He dreamt of bumblebees that night.

Thanks for reading!

#blue lock #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #sequel #part 2 #barou shouei #chigiri hyoma #isagi yoichi #nagi seishiro #Lee!Isagi let's gooo! #should we mess around and make this a trilogy? #I'm honestly down for a final part with Rin and his team if y'all want it #just let me know in asks or in the replies

[aparticularbandit]

For Fake: Chapter Four

Summary: America lied about having a girlfriend to get her moms off her back, but when they want to meet said girlfriend, she asks her good friend Viv to step in and help.

Viv Vision/America Chavez

Chapter Rating: G. Fic Rating: T.

AO3

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notanandroid: I cannot meet on the 26th.  Father has the date marked for something. punchesstars: for wut notanandroid: I do not know.  He will not tell me. notanandroid: Every time I ask, he says that it is a surprise. punchesstars: oh punchesstars: cool

punchesstars: the 22 ok? punchesstars: mom’s birthday’s the 21 so not then punchesstars: she’ll be SO distracted notanandroid: Yes.  We do not have any plans. punchesstars: cool punchesstars: cu then

notanandroid: You are certain that you want me to be myself? notanandroid: You are certain that will not make things too complicated? punchesstars: ur fine punchesstars: i like u punchesstars: & ur a shit liar notanandroid: I can reasonably deceive your parents.  Father has told me that Wanda is extremely gullible. punchesstars: i dont wanna kno notanandroid: They were in a relationship before my father created me. punchesstars: ew punchesstars: i said i dont wanna kno punchesstars: y’d u say that punchesstars: ew ew ew ew ew punchesstars: i need brain bleach viv notanandroid: I do not think they make that. notanandroid: I do not think this needs to be said, but please do not drink bleach.

~

Viv hovers down to America’s house with a feeling of woeful unpreparedness.  Perhaps if asked, they don’t need to talk about how they met; her moms should already know that one.  They can refer back to the diner for their “first date” as well.  But she hopes neither of them asks how America asked her out – or how she asked America out – because this is something they have never discussed.  She hopes they don’t ask how they each knew the other liked them.  Even more, she hopes neither asks how she knew she liked America.

She still hasn’t decided how to answer that question.

As her feet just touch down on their front porch, Viv reaches out to ring their doorbell and then hesitates.  Woefully unprepared shouldn’t leave her feeling as anxious and nervous as she feels.  It shouldn’t.  And yet her stomach still acts as though there are exposed livewires tumbling about inside it, as though they keep brushing against the rest of her insides.

It’s not as painful as it sounds.

Still.

Viv tugs on the flowing lace edges of her long shirt as if they were on a skirt.  They might as well be, since she’s just in that long shirt and leggings.  It isn’t quite a dress, per say, or at least clothes like it aren’t marketed as dresses, but she’s gotten one that’s big enough to be worn that way regardless, all soft and knitted and in her signature Crayola green.  She likes this sweater.  It has golden threads woven through it here and there that sparkle when they catch the light.  She tucks her hair behind one ear, tugs on her sleeves until her thumbs fit through each of the holes designed for them, reconsiders how she looks – reconsiders looking like herself, like a synthezoid and not a human – and very nearly shifts her appearance, although America insisted otherwise, before the front door opens.

She didn’t ring the doorbell.

It doesn’t matter – the door’s open, and Agatha stands there on the other side of it, fingers tapping on the door, nails gleaming a deep violet in the porch light.  Strictly speaking, they’ve never met, but Viv recognizes her easily enough from the way too many files she’d scanned through in preparation for this meeting.  (She tells herself it was simply research for a mission, but the truth is it’s the same sort of research she might have done if America was actually her girlfriend and she actually wanted to do well with her parents.)

From the way Agatha’s head tilts to one side, it’s clear that she recognizes Viv, too.  She doesn’t say anything at first, but then her eyes light up and a wicked, wicked grin spreads across her lips.  “Oh, so it’s you.”

“I am uncertain of what you mean.”

“You’re the girlfriend, aren’t you?”  Agatha’s grin widens so much that her tongue starts to peek between her teeth.  Then she turns and shouts into the house.  “Wanda, babe, you owe me thirty bucks!”

The call comes from inside the house: “What?”

“I guessed right!” Agatha calls back.  “You owe me, hon!”

Viv’s face is already scarlet.  That is a feature of being a synthezoid.  It is a fortunate feature, because that means when her cheeks heat with her embarrassment, it is impossible to note the difference.  “I did not even ring the doorbell,” she mutters under her breath.

“Oh, right, that.”  Agatha turns back.  “We have one of those spy cams.  Lets us know someone’s at the door before they even do anything.”  She steps out of the house and taps at the camera set in the doorbell.  “Smile!  You’re on candid camera!”

I hate this, Viv thinks, and then, I really hate this, she thinks again, and then, It’s good that this is all feigned because I would hate this more if I had to live through it more often.  Still, she can see some of America’s snark mimicked in Agatha’s words, and as much as she hates it, that calms her.  They’re not the same – they aren’t even biologically related, and America’s brainwaves aren’t a combination of Wanda’s and Agatha’s the way that Viv’s are of her father’s and her mother’s – but they still resemble each other.  It’s beautiful.

Then there comes a pounding on the stairs so loud that Viv can hear it outside, and exactly thirty-point-five-six-five seconds later, America appears halfway down the stairs.  “Viv?”  She grabs the railing about a quarter of the way from the floor and jumps over the side before skidding on stockinged feet to the front door.  Then she pushes Agatha out of the way.  “She’s my girlfriend.  You can’t have her.”

Viv blinks twice.

“America, how many times have I told you not to jump the railing?”  Wanda’s voice cuts through everything, blatant before she’s even visible, and then she’s there, walking out of the kitchen in an outfit that looks like a softer, more grown-up version of Viv’s own: cream sweater dress compared with Viv’s matrix green over large sweater, both with longer than normal sleeves but Wanda’s with extra folds about her collar as well; caramel leggings compared with Viv’s onyx ones, a deeper color that exudes warmth as opposed to Viv’s flat black, which seems to absorb it; and then the glow ups: dark chocolate boots much classier than Viv’s half-tied red Converse and a deep brown belt with a golden buckle cinched about her waist, highlighting it, accenting it, where Viv wears no belt at all.

It’s more than a bit of a mimicry, even if unintended, and a part of Viv glances to Agatha and America to see if they will parallel each other the same way that she does with Wanda.  But while both seem a little more dressed down, that’s the only thing they have in common.  America has her standard denim jacket, of course (surprising, since Wanda has always given off a don’t wear jackets inside the house sort of vibe), but her jeans and t-shirt look like anything she could wear any day, nothing special at all.  Agatha, meanwhile, seems to have decided to fit the sweater theme – only hers is actually a well fitted deep purple sweater pulled over a collared shirt of a sharper shade of purple (only visible from its collar poking out and resting atop the sweater’s).  Black slacks aren’t a grown-up version of jeans, no matter what anyone says, and even if Agatha wanted to look more adult, that effect is destroyed by the way her sleeves are pushed up to her elbows.  Even though they both have their hair pulled back, America’s is a much higher ponytail with strands pulled out and hanging about her ears, while Agatha’s is a much messier up-do.

Wanda storms – the heels of her boots clacking on the floor – over to Agatha and glares at her.  “This is your fault.  You taught her how to—”

“You like jumping the railing, too, hon,” Agatha replies with a wave of her hand.  “Don’t discriminate.”  Then she gestures to Viv with one hand.  “Told you.  Pay up.”

“Told me wha—”  Wanda’s eyes light on Viv, and her expression softens.  At least, it does at first.  Then her eyes widen as she realizes who’s standing there.  Her head slowly lilts backward.  “You’re—”

“My girlfriend,” America interjects.  She bites her lower lip and crosses her arms.  “Got a problem with that?”

For a moment longer, Viv stays on the porch.  She sees Wanda’s expression shift between a thousand and one minute differences, each saying and explaining an entirely different aspect of her reaction, before settling, finally, on a mixture of concern and wary acceptance.  She lies, then, when she says, “No, of course not,” because everything about that rapidly shifting and schooling says that this expression, the one she wears, is nothing more than a mask.

Viv knows because her own mother often tried to do the same thing and failed, because her mother trained herself to wear that mask at every possible moment, only letting it fall when—

Well.  Her mother’s brainwaves were a mimicry of Wanda’s, after all.  So of course she should—

“Why don’t you come in from the cold, hon,” Agatha says, gesturing Viv in with one hand.  “It’s freezing out there.”

On second glance, Agatha’s blue eyes shine brighter than Wanda’s, although whether they sparkle with mischief or congeniality, Viv cannot tell.  So instead, she looks to America, who offers her a gentle, if embarrassed grin, and who takes her hand and tugs her inside.  She assumes the embarrassment is of her parents, but in all honesty?  She cannot tell.

~

Dinner goes as smoothly as could be hoped for, although that seems to be on account of it being mostly silent.  Well, mostly silent for three of the four of them – it only took a single compliment from Viv, followed by a long, low groan from America, before Agatha launched into an intricate explanation of the dish in question, who she learned it from, how many years it took for her to perfect it, and then, without prompting, explaining the exact same thing for each of the other dishes.  Despite her audible groan, America gives Viv a thumbs up beneath the table – without knowing, she’d walked into perhaps the best way to make sure the dinner conversation was on something other than them – and while Viv found most of Agatha’s stories engaging, she glanced over to Wanda from time to time and found her somewhere between entertained and annoyed, depending on the story.

And once, exactly once, Viv glanced over to Wanda and found her looking straight at her.  Wanda didn’t flush at being caught out, although Viv did, and instead holds Viv’s gaze just long enough to give her a gentle smile.  In the end, Viv looked away before Wanda did, and the next time she checked, Wanda had returned to eating, as though nothing happened at all.

After dinner, Agatha suggests they move into the living room, but Wanda touches Viv’s arm gently and gestures for her to follow her.  Viv follows, despite her suspicions, only to stand with Wanda, alone, in the kitchen.  It still smells strongly of the food Agatha prepared for them, only in here, where she can smell everything at once, it hits her like that first breath of air after being held underwater – a deep, deep, desperate breath followed by guttural gasping from too much.

“You’re dating America,” Wanda asks, but she doesn’t say it like a question.

Viv looks down at her hands and clasps them together.  “Yes.”

“You’re dating America,” Wanda repeats.

“Yes.”  Viv continues to look down at her hands.

“You’re dating America—”

“It does not matter how many times you say it or which words you italicize, it does not make the statement any less true.”  Viv fiddles one thumb up and over the other.

For a moment, Wanda stays silent.  Then, “Italicize?” she echoes, her voice soft.

Viv shrugs.  “It seemed pertinent.”  She glances up and meets Wanda’s eyes.  When she looks human, her own are the same shade, that same emerald green, although Wanda’s feel darker than her own, which always spark with electric light.  Rough hewn emeralds against the matrix approximation thereof.  Maybe, if her mother had been human, her eyes would have looked much the same.  Maybe this, too, is something they inherited from their originator.  “You have a problem with this.”

“I’m just surprised.”  Wanda crosses her arms.  Her gaze lifts and focuses on the bright yellow gem situated in the very center of Viv’s forehead.

In another life, this gem, situated in her father’s forehead, was the Mind Stone, but in his recreation and subsequent creation of herself and the rest of their family, it’s nothing more than a memory of what he once was and a reminder of whose she is.  The Solar Gem doesn’t need to be in the center of her forehead.  It doesn’t need to be this flashy or this bright, and it doesn’t need to be one of the ways that she externally connects with some of her internal systems.  And yet her father has created her the same way he was created, with so many threads tied down to this singular gem.

Wanda stares at the gem and pain flickers through her eyes and she asks, gentle as she can, “When did you turn your emotional processors back on?”

“Father told you,” Viv says, but where once anger might have bubbled up inside her, she stays calm.  “He was not meant to tell anyone.  That was meant only for family.”

I am family.

Wanda doesn’t say it, but she doesn’t have to do so.  Her expression says it all for her.  “Viv,” she starts again, “when did you—”

“I did not.”  Viv averts her eyes.  “I have not.”

There’s a beat of silence after the admission.  Viv continues to avert her eyes, refusing to see the disappointment (or, worse, concern) in Wanda’s, still breathing in that tangled, overwhelming scent of too much food at once.  She glances up just enough to barely make out Wanda’s expression when Wanda says, “Then do you really think it’s a good idea to be dating—”

“Viv?”  America pops her head into the kitchen.  “Why’re you hiding in here?”  She catches sight of her mom, and her eyes narrow the slightest bit.  “Something the matter?”

“No,” Viv lies.  She meets Wanda’s eyes.  “Nothing is wrong.”  She waits a breath to see if Wanda will refute her, and when Wanda says nothing to either of them, she takes America’s hand in her own and follows her out of the kitchen.

America leans over as they walk the admittedly short hallway to the living room and hisses, “What was that about?”

“Nothing.”

Viv does not feel as though she has gotten any better at lying, although she has practiced, and her clear lack of skill is reflected towards her on America’s face when her friend who is a girl turns to her and gives her a blank stare.  The kind that says she will bring this up again later, when they’re alone, when she doesn’t think anyone will overhear them; the kind that says she will insist on it, even if Viv doesn’t want to talk about it at all.

That feeling of electric coils in the pit of her stomach returns, and Viv thinks that maybe, when America asked if she’d be her fake girlfriend, she should have said no.

~

At some point in the living room, Viv realizes that Wanda and Agatha had their own plans in motion, plans that were far more thought out and prepared than Viv and America’s had been.  Those plans, of course, were entirely reliant on letting Agatha talk while Wanda quietly took everything in – less what Agatha was saying and more Viv’s reactions, or how Viv and America might react together – and a part of Viv suspects that those plans were set into place the moment Agatha said she’d won their bet.  There might never have even been a bet – only plans within plans within plans and which one they might follow.

And by the end of everything, Viv feels as though they have failed.

“I believe I should be going,” Viv says finally, as the clock clicks closer to her curfew.  She turns to America, takes her friend’s hand in her own, and gives it a gentle squeeze.  “My father would not like it if I lingered too long.”

At her words, Agatha’s eyes light up.  “He doesn’t know where you are, does he, hon?  He’d let you stay later if he knew you were with your girlfriend—”

“Agatha!” America cuts her off, but Agatha just gives them both a huge wink.

Wanda, however, stands with a gentle, if feigned, smile on her face.  “Viv’s right.  I think we should—”  She stops herself with a yawn, which she covers with one hand.  Her smile droops afterward, but that sleepiness doesn’t quite reach her eyes.  “I’m sorry. It’s nearly past my bedtime.”

America shoots her a look.  “You don’t have a bedtime.”

Agatha winks again.

“Ew.”  America winces and stands, tugging Viv up with her.  “I don’t wanna hear any of that.  Ew ew ew ew ew.”  She starts to the door without another word – which was probably Wanda and Agatha’s intent, although Viv can’t know for sure.

Once they’re outside, America shuts the door behind them and gives Viv another look.  “No, seriously, what was Wanda doing with you earlier?” she asks without any sort of transition at all.  She crosses her arms.  “And don’t…don’t lie to me, okay?  Don’t say it was nothing when it definitely wasn’t nothing.”

“It wasn’t nothing.”  Viv doesn’t meet her eyes.  Instead, she crosses her arms with a shiver she doesn’t need – she cannot feel the cold right now – and stares out at the snow-covered lawn in front of them, at the twinkling holiday lights threaded through the white picket fence.

“So what was it?” America asks, nudging her.

Viv shakes her head.  “It is unimportant.”  She turns to America with a small smile.  “Most importantly, it does not concern you.  It is only something about myself which your mother should not have known in the first place.  That is all.”

“Your dad?” America guesses, and when Viv nods, she scowls and kicks her foot at the ground.  “That sucks.”

“Perhaps.”  Viv gives a half-hearted shrug.  She waits to see if America will say anything else about that, but she doesn’t, and Viv doesn’t invite her to continue it.  In fact, she’d rather she didn’t know at all.  It isn’t any of her business.  Even if they were girlfriends – which they aren’t, and which she does not want – she wouldn’t want to tell her.

Life is just…easier this way.  Thinking about hard things, like her mother, and not feeling everything about them.  It’s simply easier not to feel.  And it’s not she doesn’t feel anything; it’s just…softer, somehow.  She needs softer.

And maybe it would have ended there, if Agatha hadn’t propped open one of the windows and stuck her head out.  “Kiss her!” she yells out.  “You’re standing under mistletoe!”

“No, we’re not.”  America doesn’t even look up.  “I ripped that thing down because you and Mom were smooching too much.”  She gives Viv a look and mouths ew again before sticking her tongue out with disgust.

“Oh.”  Agatha stares down at them.  “I didn’t realize.”  Her tone sounds too much like Viv’s mother.  It’s terrifying.  Then her head tilts to the side, and she waggles her fingers.  “Fixed it for you, hon.  Don’t thank me!”  She returns back inside the house as the mistletoe appears in a puff of violet magic.

America stares at the mistletoe with wide eyes.  “Uh, no.”  She shakes her head and stands back, palms out.  “You don’t have to.  Nope.”

“They’re paying attention.”  Viv doesn’t need to see America’s moms to know that what she just said is true.  “It’s a test.”  She looks down at her hand, rubs her thumbnail against the bad of her forefinger.  “I wouldn’t…I wouldn’t mind.”

“That’s not the point!”

Viv glances up to see the bright flush coloring America’s face, the same embarrassed expression as before only magnified etched into her features, and gives another shrug.  “Then don’t.  And have Agatha berate you for not doing anything, despite the opportunity being right there, while Wanda doubts whether we’re actually a couple at all—”

America kisses her.

….

Viv is fairly certain that America only kisses her to get her to stop talking.  She won’t admit it to herself, but that was, in fact, her point.  To make America so flustered that she’d act.  It doesn’t mean anything, after all, and it doesn’t need to be anything.

But it’s nice, she thinks.  It’s nice, to be kissed.

America stops with her cheeks an even darker red than they were before.  “There,” she mutters.  “Fine.  They got what they needed.”  She doesn’t look up and actively avoids Viv’s gaze.  “I’m gonna…I’m gonna go.  So you can make your curfew.  Or whatever.”

In the most girlfriend-like manner she’s had the entire time, Viv leans over and kisses America’s cheek.  “I will text you.  Later.”

“Yeah.  Sure.  Whatever.”

But even though America turns away from her, even though her hands clench together into tiny fists, she doesn’t go inside until Viv has hovered enough out of reach that she cannot see her anymore, until Viv has flown far enough away that she doesn’t hear the door slam.

#bandit fic #december banditnanza 2023 fic #for fake with viv and america #marvel #marvel comics #mcu #wandavision #america chavez #viv vision #america chavez x viv vision #viv vision x america chavez #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #agatha harkness #vision mcu #mcu vision #harximoff #wandagatha #wagatha #GUESS WHO IS FINALLY IN THIS CHAPTER #GUESS

[albon-o-positive]

rating the drivers based on their current haircuts

lewis: 100/10. undeniably the best hair on the grid. when he had his hair up in the two little buns(?) near the start of season I damn near became teamlh

george: 6/10. I personally don't think it serves cunt but it gets the job done. preferred his williams haircut but this one does make him look older so

charles: 9/10. to be fair I think any haircut this man could possibly get it'd still look amazing. life is so unfair

carlos: 9/10 also. ferrari should rebrand to the good hair team. mattia is not included because he wears a clown wig constantly

max: meh. 4/10. don't love it. to be fair I feel like I only see his hair when it's really gross and sweaty when he takes his helmet off

checo: 5/10. just a man's hair

daniel: 8/10 for the glow up. because godamn his hair in toro rosso was not serving cunt. it was doing the opposite. removing cunt so to speak

lando: 6/10 I am a lando curl enjoyer who also likes consistency. I have not been receiving either of that from him. to be fair like, he had that r e a l l y bad haircut a while ago which like anything in comparison is better, but max f's brother has not been doing his hair well I'm jusy gonna say it

mick: 6.5/10. he got a haircut recently and I really didn't like it. I can't exactly remember what it looked like before but I want him to go Back. I like it when he is boyfriend shaped

kevin: 6/10. viking hair. I respect it

alex: 8/10 for the red hair. personally I think he should bleach it and then re-dye it red so that him and I can match and also because then it'll show way more. but I think that's just me being selfish

nicky: 4/10. not a fan. can't really remember what it looks like (I'm writing all of these without looking a refrence) but I know I'm not a fan

seb: please don't hate me. please don't hate me. please don't hate me. 2/10. I don't like the long hair I'm so sorry please don't hate me

lance: -100/10. I'm sorry lance but what the fuck. his hair looked way better last season what did he do to it????? just like ferrari I think Aston need to rebrand...

val: 5/10. just a guy's haircut. neither here nor there but it's solid I suppose

guanyu: 9/10. very very very solid hair cut. looks good. accentuates his features. I like your cut g

pierre: 6/10. it's... okay. I really liked the blonde streaks he had during toro rosso. bring them back pls. or is there not enough money in the rbr budget for bleach

yuki: 5/10 okay I love yuki soso much yeah but I just Do Not vibe with the hair cut. I will let him off gently though because he looks like he takes good care of it

fernando: 4/10 it's okay??? I've never really thought about his haircut prior to this. can't say im a fan though

este: esteban I am so sorry but it's a 3/10 from me. there's just. so. so much better haircuts you could have

this is all in good fun and also just my opinion so pls don't take this as me attacking any of the drivers :)

EDIT: I manifested blonde Alex for you all ur welcome xx

#mait speaks #lando norris #yuki tsunoda #alex albon #mick schumacher #daniel ricciardo #george russell #carlos sainz jr #charles leclerc #esteban ocon #feel like i'd get on with alex the best based only on vibes #fernando alonso #sebastian vettel #lance stroll #pierre gasly #lewis hamilton

[sweet-as-peach]

god i want a $8 coffee drink but i can’t get one bc im saving my money so i can get my nails done at the end of the month. the worst part is i have the money for once i just don’t have any extra to do other funsies stuff. i hate having no money i just wanna be young and pretty and freewheeling and be a teenage girl just a little longerbut no i have to pick 1 (one) fun activity per month and if i don’t budget it right im fucked. no favorite food (canes) no favorite bevvy (dutch bros) no shopping for clothes without bleach stains or in colors i like (i have no pink in my closet) and just enough to handle my admittedly very limited needs (gas money and school stuff) (yall would not believe how quickly buying new combs/brushes can get when these whores don’t stop STEALING UR SHIT)

i just wanna have money to look how i actually like

#vent post #money problems #i’m lacking self actualization on lassos pyramid or however it’s spelled #bitching and whining #mfw i need money