#i told u her outfits important

[lewisvinga]

my girls | max verstappen x fem! reader

summary; max being the absolute best girl dad to y/n’s daughter, even if she isn’t his

fc; zara goedemans

warnings; ?

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1

notes; requested ! girl dad girl dad girl dad

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maxverstappen1: little vacation with my favorite girls 🩷

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yourusername: maxxxxx, we 💗 uuuuuuu

maxverstappen1: i 💗 u both

yourusername: sure you enjoyed amelia’s crying 😞

maxverstappen1: it just gave me an excuse to hold her the whole flight 😁

username: omg y/n is glowingggg🥹

username: the lv neverfull, omg she’s such a mom 😩

username: amelia’s outfit 🙁🙁🙁

username: max has a daughter?

username: no, amelia’s dad is someone else! y/n explained her ex wasn’t the greatest & he left when she found out she was pregnant at 6 wks! she knew max from before so they got closer and started dating when she was abt 4 months :))

username: he’s not the step father, he’s the father that stepped up 💯💯💯💯

username: her wrist stack is so cute n dainty i love

username: “my favorite girls” I LOVE GIRL DAD MAX😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

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yourusername: #tbt to when my angel was still in my tummy 🥹 i must admit, i miss her little kicks💗🙈

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maxverstappen1: glowing then & glowing now😍

yourusername: max it’s because you won’t let me lift a finger, before & after having amelia 😩

maxverstappen1: you and amelia just gotta sit there n look pretty 😁

username: the picture of max w his hands on her belly i’m so💔💔💔

username: the black dress is so😍😩

lilymhe: WOW HOT MAMA, hot then and hot now😍😍😩😩

yourusername: lilssss🙈🙈

username: her pregnancy glow>>>

username: the pink tracksuit is so iconic tbh

username: her pregnancy era was truly iconic ✨

alexandrasaintmleux: you’re always gorgeous but the bump suited you so much !🥰🥰

yourusername: awh alex🥹🫶 & tbh i miss my bump, she was a cutie 🙁

username: i don’t think i’ll ever get over max’s comments abt y/n😣

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[caption 1; tbt to when i was 7 months pregnant and max was binge watching youtube videos abt childbirth and how to take care of babies 🥸🥸] [caption 2; fast forward to now, he’s the best dad for baby lia 💗]

maxverstappen1 replied to your story !

maxverstappen1 not you exposing me 😩

yourusername LMAO sorry babe😭😭

yourusername was going through my old pictures and found it😩

maxverstappen1 i was just trying to make sure i’ll take care of amelia right !

yourusername and you do! you’re the best father itw🤓

maxverstappen1 i love her like she’s mine🙁🙁

yourusername max, just bc you’re not her biological father, you are her father. you’ve been more of a father than my ex whom hasn’t even tried to contact me since i told him 😕

yourusername you ARE amelia’s father, you’re the greatest father for her. i told you you were worrying for no reason about being a bad father because you truly are the best !!😁

yourusername amelia and i are so lucky to have you💗💗

maxverstappen1 i was not expecting to cry right before fp1 wow

maxverstappen1 and i promise to be the best for you both, for my girls❤️

yourusername max🥹🥹🥹 i love you

yourusername now go drive n be super fast

maxverstappen1 i love you too❤️ and i’ll be super fast for you and lia🥸

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yourusername: one year with one of the most important men in our lives. thank you for being there when amelia and i needed you and thank you for being the father she needs. i’m grateful for you everyday. i love you💓💓

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danielricciardo: YOU MADE HIM CRY ON THE PADDOCK LMAOOO

maxverstappen1: IM JUST SWEATING.

yourusername: awwww maxie😭😭😭

maxverstappen1: you’re both huge blessings in my life, schat. i love you and amelia ❤️

yourusername: i love you🥹

username: IM CRYING

username: why am i crying over a couple who doesn’t know me on this fine friday afternoon

username: him w amelia im gonna shed tears

username: the last picture 😵‍💫😵‍💫

username: y/n looks so happy w him compared to her ex i love it🙁🙁

lilymhe: happy anniversary u two… esp to u hot mawma 🙈🙈🙈

yourusername: 🙈🙈🙈

maxverstappen1: stop trying to steal my gf on our anniversary

alex_albon: iAGREE

username: LMFAOO

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maxverstappen1: one year with the most special woman in my life and the most special girl. i will always be here to protect my girls. to a year and counting with the most beautiful woman! i love you, always❤️

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alexandrasaintmleux: awe you’re making her cry ( congratulations you two🫶 )

yourusername: ITS MY HORMONES 😣😣 ( thank you bae🙈 )

maxverstappen1: 😁😁😁

yourusername: maxie🥹🥹🥹 we love you sooo much🫶🫶

maxverstappen1: i love my girls❤️

username: ‘MY GIRLS’ IM GONNA SOB

username: he’s actually the most perf dad

username: stoppp y/n looks so good im the kart picture, she rlly glows as a motherrr

username: y/n is gorgeous wow😍

username: MY PARENTSS🥹🥹🥹

username: they’ve only been dating for a year??? it feels like it’s been ages🥺🥺

username: ikr! they’ve been friends for so long that’s why it feels like it’s longer😩

username: the picture of y/n’s bump n max holding her🙁🙁🙁🙁

username: gosh i adore them

username: max rlly is the ultimate girl dad pls

[katareyoudrilling]

The Sweepstakes: Dave York Epilogue (Porn Star AU)

Series: The Sweepstakes

Pairing: Porn Star Dave York x Female Reader

Summary: You learned a lot about yourself during your night with Dave York.  What’s next?

Word count: ~1.5k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: kink club, bondage demonstration, a touch of voyeurism I guess

A/N: Thank you for all your support of porn star Dave York.  He really is something special.  I hope you like what I’ve imagined here!  This follows The Sweepstakes: Dave York so read that first!

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!

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You smooth down your dress with damp palms as you approach the building front of you.  A simple sign hangs over the entrance.  You’d never have looked twice at this place if you hadn’t been told to come here.  You’ve never been to a kink club before.

Dave had brought it up as you lounged on the bed in the filming room, sharing some snacks he had found in the kitchen, while you recovered from your latest round.

You learned a lot from Dave that night.  He talked you through several scenarios before giving some of them a try.

When he mentioned the member-only club, he explained how important it is to be with a partner who knows what they’re doing when it comes to kink and how the club could be a place to meet similarly minded people.  He told you that he would be here tonight in his regular booth.

He said he would add you to the guest list.

You push open the door and find yourself in a small vestibule facing a friendly woman at a hostess stand.

“Hi, I’m.. uhh.. I should be on the guest list.”

She finds your name and opens the door behind her.

You thank her and step into the room.  It doesn’t look much different than other clubs.  The bar sits along the back wall, back-lit liquor bottles rising above it on shelves up to the ceiling.  Tables fill the middle of the room, with U-shaped booths lining the walls.  The moody lighting and low thumping music add to the standard bar aesthetic.

There’s a stage at the other end of the room, where you might expect to see a band set-up to play.  Instead, you watch as two women step onto it to a smattering of applause.  One is dressed in tall boots, a tiny skirt, and a bustier top, the other is in a silk robe.  Once on stage, she lets the robe fall to the ground revealing only a thong underneath.

Many of the patrons adjust in their seats to give the women their attention.  No one jeers or makes lewd comments.  They are respectful, almost reverent.  You watch with bated breath as the nearly naked woman lifts her arms over her head for the other to secure her wrists to a chain hanging from the ceiling.

Adrenaline surges through your body at the sight of such sexual freedom.  You’ve never seen anything like this.

You have to drag your eyes away from what’s happening on the stage to look for Dave.

You spot him across the room in a booth, right where he said he would be, wearing his signature all black outfit.  This time it’s a black button down with the cuffs rolled up to reveal his chiseled forearms.  Gorgeous. He sips a glass of caramel colored liquor as he watches the stage intently.  His dark, piercing gaze taking in every detail of what’s happening.

You make your way over, summoning all the courage you have, to interrupt his focus. Even though you spent an incredible night together, he is still intimidating.

He must sense your approach though and turns to you before you can say his name, a genuine smile lighting up his face.

“You came!”

“Thanks for inviting me.”  You offer a shaky smile in return.

“Here.  Sit. You’re just in time for the demonstration.”  He makes room for you next to him in the booth and waves down a server to take your drink order.

Your gaze travels back to the stage, now conveniently in front of you.  The nearly naked woman sways from the chain from the ceiling.  Her feet touch the ground, but she doesn’t seem to want to use her legs to hold herself up.  Her dark hair falls in waves around her shoulders and breasts as her head lolls to one side.

The other woman has a length of red rope that she has wrapped and tied around the other woman’s waist.  You watch, entranced, as she knots the rope and wraps it around her body forming intricate patterns.

“Have you ever seen shibari before?” Dave interrupts your focused observation.

You clear your throat and find your voice.  “The word sounds a little familiar, but no, I haven’t.”

“It’s mesmerizing, isn’t it?  See how she allows herself to be moved and tied? She can just trust and relax into it, like she’s in a trance,” he murmurs into your ear, and you allow yourself to imagine what it would feel like to be the woman up on that stage.  You think you’d like it.

“Who are they?”

“The one tying is Nina.  She teaches shibari workshops here, among other things.  The other is Carol, my wife.”

You turn to him in surprise.  “You’re married?”

He smiles and nods.  “We have an open relationship.  With my job, that comes with the territory.  But also, outside of that, we can date other people, just not get emotionally involved.  She is my person.”  Dave watches his wife on stage again and you can see it in his eyes—the love he has for her.  It makes you feel warm inside.

So many possibilities have opened to you now that you’re learning where you look for them.  There are partners willing to experiment with you.  There are people in the types of relationships you’ve only dared to imagine in your most private thoughts.

The ropes cross Carol’s torso now, framing her breasts, digging into the soft flesh at her sides.  They circle her ass and thighs, wrapping down around her legs in intricate twists and loops.  You notice how her nipples pebble when the other woman whispers in her ear and moves her with the ropes.  Your own nipples seem to be responding the same way and wetness grows between your legs.

You take a deep gulp of your drink to cool down.

“It’s turning you on, watching them.” Dave leans close to you to speak quietly in your ear, one arm stretched behind you on the back of the booth, breath ghosting across your cheek.  “That’s good.  It’s supposed to.”

His deep voice in your ear takes you right back to the night you spent with him, and your body responds accordingly.  Your breath hitches as Dave drags his fingers up your bare arm, goosebumps rising in their wake.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs.  “I would play with you again anytime, you know, but I think there are others here who would like to too, and it would be selfish of me to keep you all to myself.”

You look at Dave in surprise, shivers running down your spine at his words.  He nods towards the tables in the middle of the room.  You follow his gaze to find a handsome man looking right at you.  He raises his glass and winks.

“He’s a good guy.  I think you’d like him.”

Applause erupts from the crowd as the women on stage finish their demonstration. Nina spins Carol around showing off all her handiwork before taking a quick bow and releasing Carol’s wrists.  You take a moment to gather yourself as you clap along.  Dave pulls back from you slightly to give an appreciative whistle.

He turns back to you and holds your gaze.  “If you are ok here, I’m going to go take my wife to a private room and let him,” he cocks his head towards the tables, “come over and talk to you.  Is that ok with you?”

You nod.  Your heart flutters with excitement and possibility.  This place could be exactly what you need, and you think you’re ready to find out.

“Words, remember?”

“Yes. That’s ok.”  Your words come out confidently despite your fizzing nerves and Dave smiles.

“Everyone knows me here, so if you need me, just ask.” Dave places a kiss on your cheek before making his way out of the booth.  “Have fun, beautiful.”

You take another bracing drink and watch Dave make his way over to Carol, passing by the man at the table and patting him on the shoulder as he goes.

Carol’s arms have been let down, but her body is still tied up.  Dave pulls her to him by the knot at her sternum.  You know he’s speaking to her in that deep, gravelly voice, telling her exactly what he wants to do to her.  It’s so fucking hot.  You watch as they make their way off the stage and down a hallway to the side you hadn’t noticed before.

As they disappear from view, a man clears his throat at your side.

“Can I join you?” he gestures to the seat across from you.  It’s the man Dave had pointed out to you.

You nod, but then remember Dave’s instruction to use words.  “Uhh… sure.. yes,” you stammer.

He takes his seat and smiles at you.  You’re immediately taken in by the crinkles that form at the corners of his warm, brown eyes.  You feel yourself relax and return his smile.

“Is it your first time here? I don’t think I’ve seen you around. I’m….”

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A/N: Who do you want it to be???  I considered many options but couldn’t decide.  So, I’ve left it up to you! Don’t be mad lol

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[mindswriters]

pls more toxic rafe 😭

omgg i’m so glad u guys liked it!!! tbh i was kinda scared bout the judgement ☠️☠️

TW: toxic!rafe, curse words, allusions to sex in the end (as u haven’t said anything specific besides toxic rafe, i’m just giving u a random thought from the same universe as the other fic)

Today was your best friend’s bachelorette party, and you were very excited for it. You two have been glued by the hip ever since you can remember what having a friend is, and great hours of your teenage years were spent with you both dreaming about getting married, starting a family and things like that, and even though you and Rafe have moved in together for a couple of months now, you never really did all the cliché rituals of a married couple, so your friend is going to be the first one to achieve that, which is very special to the both of you, especially with you being her 1st bridesmaid. There was no way you would miss this moment. Or so you thought.

“Hi, babe, I’m home” you were getting ready in your bedroom when you heard the front door, and soon enough Rafe’s voice announcing he arrived from work.

“Hi, baby, I’m inside, bedroom!” you made sure to project your voice through the house, so he’d know where to find you.

“Hey- Wow!” he exclaimed when he opened the door and saw you all dressed up, finishing your makeup “You look so good, babe, so gorgeous” he walked over to you, wrapping his arms on your waist from behind and leaning to kiss your face.

“Hmm, thank you, handsome” you laughed turning on your heels to kiss him on the lips “Did you liked it?” you look back to the mirror, checking your outfit again.

“Of course, babe, I loved it” he sat at the end of your bed, unbuttoning the shirt he used at work “So, where are we going?” he asked, and you frowned.

“Baby, we are not going anywhere, I’m going” you chuckled fixing your earrings “Today’s is Liza’s bachelorette party, remember?” you walked over to him.

“What? No, I don’t remember, you haven’t told me anything” Rafe frowned, you felt his tone changing and you knew you’re in for it.

“Yes, I did, baby. She’s been planning it for a long time, I told you this like, two weeks ago?” you shook your head at the rhetorical question, standing cautiously in front of him.

“Well, I’m sorry, but I don’t remember, you could’ve texted me or something. I even called off on Topper, what about dinner now?” he shrugged in disapproval, pursing his lips.

“I made you dinner already, it’s on the microwave, made that mac’n’cheese you always say you like” you smiled sweetly, putting your arms on his shoulders and tilting your head to one side.

“So that’s how you think it works? Just because you make something that I like for dinner you think you’re free to go wherever you want?” he questioned roughly, making you huff and take a step back from him.

“No, baby, that’s not how I think it works. I made you dinner so you wouldn’t have to go out, or spent money with take out, and not because I want a free pass to go out” you clarified minimally rolling your eyes “And come on, it’s her bachelorette party, is important to the both of us” you gave him pleading eyes.

“Why is it so important to you? It’s her marriage anyways” he arched one of his eyebrows.

“Because we’re best friends, Rafe, and we’ve always dreamt about this part of life. I’m her bridesmaid, it’s important for us to be together tonight” you explained ending with a small pout.

“And where is this party happening?” he asked concerned and gave you a bit of hope.

“At the Country Club, Liza rented a private room there” you answered waiting for his reaction.

“Okay. I understand, love” he said simply, words followed by a kind smile.

“Seriously? You’re okay with me going?” you asked incredulously, your tone now almost too excited.

“Sure. But I’m going with you” he said naturally, earning a quick frown of your eyebrows.

“Oh Rafe-“ you laughed at his response, but stopped as soon as you saw him getting up and grabbing a towel from your wardrobe “Wait, what? You’re not being serious right now, are you?” your voice changing from panic.

“I sure am, darling. Why wouldn’t I be?” he stared at you smirking.

“Because it’s a bachelorette party, Rafe. A ladies party, no groom, no husbands and no boyfriends allowed. You can’t go with me” you scoffed with a light chuckle.

“Simple then, if I’m not going, you’re not going” Rafe stated seriously.

“What? This is so stupid!” you couldn’t help raising your voice a bit from anger “It’s just a group of girls going out to celebrate the last weekend of one of them being single. Just like the boys do. We’re just gonna eat, have some drinks, laugh together, it’s not a big deal!” you tried to convince him.

“Not a big deal, huh? Have you ever went to a bachelorette party? Do you know what the fuck happens in those kinds of celebrations?” he raised his strong voice, taking steps closer to you and pointing to your face, to make you let your guard down “It’s ridiculous, Y/n! I don’t know who else is invited, if they’re single or not, but I’m not the type of man to let my girl go to a party where the purpose is literally to be single for one night. I'm sure you won't just drink and laugh, things like this always involve stupid pranks, and even rent boys. And I don’t care if you’re going to be in a private room, the biggest audience at the Country Club are men, and I don't want my girlfriend walking around there, let alone without me and wearing a tight little skirt like this one. So if you don’t want me to go, you better join me for dinner here, at our home, because you are also not going” he spitted his lost of temper on you.

“Oh my fucking God, Rafe, you’re being so ridiculous right now” you sighed, almost running your hand through your face, but when you remembered it would mess up your make up, you moved it to you hair instead “You go out with your friends practically every once in a week! While I stay here to have dinner all by myself, sometimes I even get to bed alone because I get tired of waiting for you. And now I can’t go to my best friend’s pre-wedding party, which is something that won’t happen ever again, all because you’re jealous? This is bullshit, you have to trust me more, Rafe” you roll your eyes, turning your back to him.

“When did I said that I don’t trust you, babe? Of course I do, I don’t trust the others. And I’m not jealous, I’m just taking care of what’s mine” he came closer again, gently grabbing the back of your arm to bring you to face him.

“Rafe, please, it’s just this time. I never go out with my girl friends alone, and you know them, they’re not just some batshit bitches I met yesterday, we’ve been friends for years now. Plus, all of this ‘marriage rituals’ are something important to me and Liza, we’ve dreamed about this since we were kids, she’ll be so upset if I don’t show up, baby” you pleaded looking up at your boyfriend, praying he’d feel some empathy for your best friend.

“Then call her and say that you’re only going if your boyfriend can go too” he slightly shrugged, laughing as if was the most obvious thing ever.

“You don’t understand, Rafe, this is a no boys party, you can’t be the only partner in there, it’s gonna ruin our dynamic” you complained whining.

“See? How am I supposed to let you go on this shit if I can’t even know what you’re gonna do in there? No way, babe, I’m not changing my mind” he shook his head no, still holding you in place.

“But- Rafe, baby, please! I promise you I won’t do anything wrong, I even-“ you tried to plead again, almost desperately this time.

“No, Y/n. When I tell you no, it’s no. Is it so difficult for you to understand? Do want me to explain what a ‘no’ means?” he said sternly, so intensifying softly his grip on your arm.

“No, I get it, no need for that” you practically whispered, and he let you go “What about Liza tho? She’s waiting for me, it was important for her to have me there…” you said nipping on your nails.

“Well, she should’ve considered it before deciding on a traditional bachelorette party, she knows you have a boyfriend. Now just call her and tell her you're not going, that's it.” Rafe said while rummaging around his shirts on your shared dresser.

“That easy? And how should I say it? 'So honey, I can't go to the party we’ve planned for months because my possessive and overprotective boyfriend won't let me go out alone', can it be like that?” you ended up mocking him from how frustrated you actually were.

“Don’t fuck with me, babe” he mumbled the warning putting the clothes he chose above your bed “Just tell her that a no Rafe party, is a no Y/n party. We’re a couple, each other’s priorities, aren’t we? She will understand” he said while taking off his watch and his rings.

“Yeah, whatever, I’ll come up with something” you muttered with a sigh.

You dodged him, going towards your bedside table to grab your phone and dropping yourself above the silk sheets, taking a deep breath before texting Liza, saying that you weren’t feeling very well and thought it was better for you to stay home, telling her you were sorry for not being there tonight. Dropping your phone to your side, you sighed heavily and noticed how Rafe was watching you while he took off his dirty clothes.

“What?” you asked arching an annoyed eyebrow at him.

“I have to admit, now I feel such a shame that you got all dolled up for nothing” he pouted towards you, giving a small laugh after you rolled your eyes.

“Uh, yeah, no shit” you said under your breath, grabbing your phone again to see if there was anything that could entertain you now.

“Maybe if you hadn’t put so much effort on it, I could’ve let you out. But not like this, babe, uh uh. Too gorgeous to go around without me” he joked, still folding his clothes but never taking his eyes off of your figure.

“Yeah, sure” you wouldn’t even dare look at him right now.

“Aw come on, honey. Don’t be like that” he mewled, coming to sit beside you and putting your phone down “You know I just want to protect you. And plus, I can’t stand being here all alone while half of the island is drooling over my girl, yeah?” he smiled, leaning closer and kissing the back of your hand.

“Mhm, Rafe, go take your bath, I’m hungry and since you didn’t want me to go out, I’m not having dinner alone now” you mentioned your dissatisfaction, while trying to ignore his little touches and caresses.

“Actually, I was thinking that maybe we could go on a date?” he said kissing your neck and your jaw “Like right now. I take you to some fancy restaurant, so you won’t have spent hours getting ready for nothing, and I would also love to show off my beautiful girlfriend, show’em who gets to spoil you and call you mine, huh? What do you say?” he suggested, giving you the sweetest grin ever while moving your hair behind your ear.

“Dunno, Rafe, I’m really not in the mood for that anymore, I’m sorry” you answered with deep breath and a half-smile.

“That’s right, I get it, you’re only in the mood when is to go out with your friends, okay” he chuckled,  making your roll your eyes just to earn a kiss on your cheek “But that’s fine, in this case we can stay home baby, and have our dinner together, just as you wish. I’m sure whatever you cooked is way better than food from any other restaurant” he smiled brightly.

“Yeah, it sounds good this way” you looked away, biting your inside lip to suppress a smile of your own.

“Sure, it does. And you wanna know something?” he waited for your reaction and as soon as you nodded he leaned to whisper closer to your ear lobe “I think is better for us to stay home anyways, cause ever since I entered this room and saw you dressed like this, I've been holding myself back from ripping it all off of you. So, I don't know if I could wait until we got back home” he smirked after moving his eyes from your lips to stare directly into your eyes.

“Rafey…” you whispered, doing your best to stare back at him, and not look at his lips or his hand touching ever so slightly on your thigh. Finally losing the posture you held onto since the beginning of your discussion.

“Don’t go all flustered now, babe, I know you liked it” he stole a quick peck from you before getting up from the bed “Now why don't you go over there and speed things up by setting our dining table, huh? While I take a shower to get rid of my work fatigue. I promise I'll make it up to you after dinner” he winked grabbing his towel again and going towards your bathroom.

“Okay, don’t take so long tho, I’m gonna miss you” you grinned shyly turning on your side to look at him.

“I sure won’t, love, gonna miss you too much too if I do” he grinned back making you blush “Now you, little lady-“ he leaned over the doorframe and pointed to you still on the bed in front of him “Don’t you dare taking those clothes off or ruining this make up before I come out, because tonight that’s my fucking job” he nodded before closing the door to take his bath in peace.

a/n: i think the whole dynamic in this one isn’t as toxic as in the first one, but the situation is just as fucked up, and yes, i thought about making the reader insist more in going out, and make them have a big argument, but the key from this universe is: rafe knows how to manipulate the reader, and his way of doing it is acting as normal and careful as he can, to make her believe that he does what he does because he cares about her, so she’ll always end up submitting to him. at the beginning of their relationship, she’d maybe be braver to confront him, but he manipulated her to believe that if she argues, she is the wrong one, because he acts this way to protect the woman he loves, and if she loves him back, she has to accept and submit to whatever he says or wants (all that and his super trunfo of make up sex ofc. anyways!!! hope u liked it, and if any of you want to see more of this, or make some other request, feel free to let me know :)

[heejayy]

Shuri U. || Liar

Warning • swearing, suggestive

Genre • lil angst, fluff

Pairing • Shuri x black Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1.4K

A/n: no this isn’t a toxic Shuri fic I’m not good at writing those so don’t get ur hopes up 😭 also I think i broke my tumblr 🫤

You lay on your bed completely heartbroken. Shuri promised you months ago she’d clear her schedule for a full weekend to come visit you on your birthday, but where is she no where to be seen.

[2 hours ago]

“Sooo” you giggled giddily “you still coming for my birthday?” You smile wider knowing the answer.

“Uh about that usana…I can’t make it, there was an emergency outside of the borders with traffickers and they need me.” Well that wasn’t the answer you were hoping to hear.

“Oh- well are they alright?” You asked sadly but still concerned for their wellbeing.

“They will be. We’ve tracked down the hostages and we will rescue them tonight”

“Well I know you’ll get them home safely, but still I want you to stay safe-“

“Ok sthandwa i have to go love you.”

She’s gsaving lives doing something important and I’m moping over her, was all you could think as you drifted to sleep.

She’s gsaving lives doing something important and I’m moping over her, was all you could think as you drifted to sleep.

She’s gsaving lives doing something important and I’m moping over her, was all you could think as you drifted to sleep.

You woke up exhausted feeling like absolute shit, your eyes were red and swollen and your head ached from crying yourself to sleep but hey it’s not a birthday if you don’t cry at least once.

You checked your phone noticing you slept in late- really late. Your eyes flickered to the date reminding you it was your birthday, the big two-one. You wish you were more excited but you weren’t. You were going to cut class and work to hang out with Shuri but oh wait she wasn’t here.

You lazily put together a decent outfit for the day and finished your morning routine even though it was evening time.

As your mind was preoccupied with other things you walked right out of your dorm room down the hall completely missing Riri.

“Damn I was gonna tell you happy birthday but you act like you didn’t even see me” startled you shook your head turning around.

“Ah shit my bad my mind was elsewhere” she frowned, you guessed she knew.

“Yeah she told me she wasn’t gonna make it I’m sorry boo” you waved her off sighing.

“It’s ‘ight” she nodded taking a second to observe your outfit.

“The fuck are you wearing? It’s your birthday not a damn funeral” she said wearing a disgusted look as she stared at you. You frowned looking down at your outfit, you had on black flared leggings, a black long sleeve shirt with red and black vans.

“What I’m just going to class?!” You whined slightly offended. I might as well try to make it to my last class you thought.

“What the hell?! CLASS?! Y/n we’re going out…like now so go change” she spun you around by your shoulders pushing you to your dorm room.

“But what’s the point of going out? My plans are ruined” you sulked stomping down trying to stop her.

“Just because your lover girl isn’t here” she spoke between grunts trying to get you to budge “doesn’t mean you’re having a shitty birthday. No ma’am not on my watch.”

“Ooh yup I like this one- oh yes this one and…oh that’ll look absolutely amazing together!” You sat on the floor picking at your fur rug watching Riri put together your birthday outfit. As much as you appreciated this you still couldn’t bring yourself to celebrate without your girl.

“Come on y/n/n stand up get ready we don’t have all day!” She yanked you up by your arm throwing a bunch of clothes you forgot you had into your arms.

“Ok so I paired that white body con mini dress you had with that beige coat along with those white thigh high boots… oh my-“ she took a pause placing her hand on her chest pretending to cry “you’re gonna look so fucking good” You rolled your eyes slightly laughing at her being dramatic. As you watched her wonder around your room looking for other accessories a concerning thought popped into your head.

“Ri how’d you even get into this building- wait let alone this campus there are no visitors allowed?” she peered at you puckering her lips.

“I might’ve hacked the security system- but it was only to see my favorite girl for her birthday don’t judge me” She rolled her eyes turning back around to finish finding accessories.

While Riri was in her own little world singing, you stared out the window watching all the street lights blends together.

“Oh my god are you gonna wear that long face all night? Y/n cheer up you’re twenty one you’re finally allowed to drink!” You shook her head at her liveliness.

“I don’t drink” your comment was met with a drawn out ‘Lame’ from her.

She swerved into the parking lot behind a moving line of cars out of curiosity your peered out the window reading the bright lit sign.

“Nobu?! NOBU?! Riri we’re two broke college students you think we can afford Nobu?” She rolled her eyes “just get out” You huffed following her lead as she gave her keys to the valet.

She strutted up to the lady behind the reservation desk “excuse me we’re with Ms. Udaku” the hostess nodded smiling “right this way ma’am”

You followed behind them thinking you’ve lost your entire mind, did she say Udaku? Like Shuri Udaku? My Shuri?!

Your questions were quickly answered when you came to a secluded area of the restaurant, and there waited Shuri sitting with a smirk in her face.

“Surprise!” Riri grinned giving you a big hug, you were so out of it you barely hugged her back.

“Wha- I- Shuri!” Shuri’s smiled grew wider as she stood to greet you. “Sthandwa you’d think I’d truly miss your birthday?” She brought you into a tight loving hug. You missed her hugs, so warm, they felt like home. You wrapped your arms around her loving the feeling of being in her arms again. As she pulled away you caught a scent of her perfume, god you could sniff her all day. She smelled like heaven.

“You know I absolutely hate you guys I can’t believe you lied to me” they both shrugged giggling evilly.

“I can’t lie though Shuri, it was hard I almost gave in a few times I mean she was just so hurt” Shuri pouted at Riri’s confession.

“Awe my usana” Shuri cooed pecking your lips, that peck turned into a full kiss and then Shuri found her hand creeping up your thigh.

“Well that’s my cue love birds, I’ll see you at the hotel we can gift give there. Also thanks for the dinner Shuri” Riri said scurrying away before Shuri could say you’re welcome. You giggled watching her leave, but Shuri gently grabbed your chin bringing your attention back to her.

“Don’t look at other women you’ll make me jealous” she gazed at you with sultry eyes as her thumb grazed your bottom lip. You rolled your eyes not even bothering to fight back a flustered smile.

“Don’t think you’re in my good graces cutie, your sweet words and this tennis bracelet isn’t gonna cut it” you said referring to the gift she gave you when you first arrived. Although you couldn’t lie it was beautiful, it was a vine tennis bracelet from Tiffany and Co. and you were positive it costs a pretty penny.

Shuri tilted her head fake pouting “maybe this’ll make up for it?” you felt her place her slide closer up your thigh, the more it crept closer to your heat the wetter you became. You could feel it soaking through your thin panties you wore. “God you look so sexy tonight” she whispered near your ear sending chills down your back. You haven’t seen her in so long you almost forgot how her touch affected you. As your lips were inches apart, you could feel her breath hitting yours and the more you leaned in the more she pulled away. What a tease.

“Would you like dessert to go?” You snatched back looking up at the waitress. She wore a small smirk holding a tray as she piled your dishes on. You blinked rapidly feeling your entire body heat up with embarrassment, damn you forgot where your were.

“Yes please” Shuri calmly answered as if nothing happened. The waitress gave a smile nodding “I won’t take too long.” She winked leaving.

“Oh I so hate you” you muttered still flustered from her.

She chuckled “No you don’t.”

Shuri Masterlist

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[moochalove]

Last Nights Mistakes and New Beginnings (Part 4-5)(Final)

(yandere!kazuha x pregnant!reader x scaramouche)

Did you know they call me the yappinator? Anyways i’ve been meaning to finish it but i’ve been busy w school but now i have the time so i will be yapping away more (posting a little more)🗣️ Get cozy bcs this is long asf!

Reader is bi-icon! (+ trauma) If imma be fr, the beginning is a little off bcs i wrote it weeks ago (im lazy and i will not fix it🥶) ANYWAYS ILL STOP YAPPING! TY FOR READING 🤭 (if u do😡)

word count: Pretty fucking long ❤️

proofread: HELL NO! 😋 fill in the gaps/mistakes for me pls🫶

TW: Stockholm syndrome

Arriving at the mall you think about making a break for it but these heels prevent you from doing so. With enough for the heel would surely snap though… Noted. Reaching for the door handle you’re stopped and pulled into a kiss. It’s a little uncomfortable but you play it off with a smile, “Don’t worry Kazu, I’m not gonna run off~” “I know darling, but this is the start of our new life so allow me to take the lead. Don’t worry your pretty mind about anything.” With that, he places one last peck onto your face. Once again, he is opening the door for you and you guiding you to the some shops. Immediately you notice his firm grip on your waist, and it’s uncomfortable. He said you would be buying clothes but you now realize he meant he was picking clothes FOR you. You’re in the dressing room and he has you trying on all these cute coquette clothing. It feels a little uncomfortable but you try to get used to the feeling of the outfits. Some are loose, and some are tighter. In your mind, you already knew which ones you liked based on the texture, design, etc..

Whenever you came out to show off an outfit you felt like a real couple. Showing off your outfit and making comments, no matter what you wore he seemed to agree it looked good on you, even if you didn’t think so. Something feels wrong about this but you can’t help but smile when he looks at you so adoringly.

You guys go to about three more shops, all of them having a different theme. By the time you were done, it was mid-afternoon. Both of your feet were killing you… not to mention you were hungry… You both agree to stop and get something to eat.

You arrive at a very familiar restaurant… Weren’t you just here? When was that though? If it was important surely you’d remember!

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Scaramouche was frantic, to say the least. You weren’t answering his messages… Has something happened? He needs to get to you asap, but how? What if you’ve been removed from your home? If it came to it he could ask his mother to track you down, since she had that kind of power.

Knocking on the door he’s anxious, and hoping he would be met with a bright smile and worried hushing telling him that you were okay. After about a minute he knocks on your room window… No reply. Should he wait around? No, that’ll take too long. After some contemplation, he decides to reach out to his mom.

They have a long talk before she eventually caves. It feels like it’s been forever since she’s seen her child and when he comes back he’s on an adventure trying to get his girlfriend back. She didn’t think situations like that existed but he’s shown her the possibilities are endless. The way he talked about you so dearly gave her the impression you were a thing. Since she’s such a good and caring mother, it’s the least she can do for her future daughter!

Maybe he should’ve emphasized that you were just friends even though he wished for more

From what some super normal and not shady people told him, you were last seen at that restaurant you both had visited yesterday. Why were you there? That didn’t matter right now! Furrowing his eyebrows he sat there and thought long and hard. How was he going to get to you? Kazuha would most likely be glued to your side so directly approaching was out of the question. Could he signal you to him from afar? No, that probably won’t work… Pounding his forehead slightly he couldn’t form a good plan.

“You seem troubled, Doll.” A sly finger guided itself through his short purple locks.

“What do you want, Miko? I’m busy and-“

“You know it’s nice to run away then come running back when you need help. Your mother was on edge for weeks. Spending whatever free time she had looking for her poor child. Always looking for you despite her own needs.”

“Did you come to ask me what’s wrong only to turn around and try to guilt trip me? You don’t change, do you?”

Without saying anything she placed a bag next to him and then made her way to the door. Peeking through the bad he looked back to her fleeting figure before shouting out, “Wait! What is this for? You really expect me to forgive you with this bag full of clothes?! Plus, this has girl stuff in it anyways-“ “Silly Kuni! This is to help you get your girl back!” “Excuse me?!” Miko sighed while shrugging, “And you say your moms are no help! C'mon, you have to think outside the box, silly!” Taking the bag back she pulled out the cutest dress you’ve ever seen along with tights and heels. “It’d be stupid to approach her directly. You have no idea what kind of mental state she’s in, she may not trust any other man or claim she’s fine with her captor.” Digging deeper into the bag she pulled out a long wig that happened to be the same shade as his own hair, “So you have to coax her out as someone willing to understand and help her out of the situation!” Before he knew it he was all dolled up, shifting uncomfortably in the dress and trying to adjust his posture and his footing, constantly brushing his much longer locks back while puckering and rolling his lips that had a gloss applied to them. Would this really work?

“Miko, I don’t think this is gonna work… I don’t make a very convincing girl….” he awkwardly fussed with his bangs before glancing over at her. Miko held her phone up and with a click and a flash the very image of… whatever this was… saved onto her phone and probably being backed up to her cloud. “Oh, you look just like your sister!” Placing her phone back in her bag she shooed him out of the car before, then rolled down the window offering a few words, courtesy of her never-ending-kindness! “Just be kind to her, her heart will surely realize who you are... Or don’t! Maybe she’ll see through all of this!” Scaramouche could only grit his teeth as she motioned her hand at him. “I’ll be waiting here so once she comes to her senses I won’t be far. Plus! Wouldn’t want you to try and be all hero-like only to trip and fall in those cuttteee heels of yours!”

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Spoonful after spoonful you swallowed whatever food had been shoved into your face. Were you even hungry? Not that it matters. At this point, you’ve come to treat this as if it were a real date! Yet your heart doesn’t skip a beat when he cups your face. A couple of people do glance over at you both awkwardly but that smile of yours tells them you’re just a young couple in love. It goes on like this for a few more minutes before beautiful swaying locks catch your eye, it’s true you’ve been ignoring the faces of those who’ve been passing by, but this face is stunning. Your heart skips a beat when your eyes meet each other. Now something about all this feels familiar but you can’t quite pin it down just yet. Kazuha notices how your attention is drawn away from him and he immediately pulls your chin towards him, “Is something the matter my love? You seem distracted.” He bluntly states as his eyebrows furrow slightly in frustration. “A-ah, no, I just…” Perhaps you were scared or maybe still stunned by that girls beauty but you can’t seem to form a coherent thought. He shifts around in his seat a little, ever so slightly moving his chair to block your view of the girl. With a short ‘ahem’ you brush it off as just seeing someone you thought you recognized.

If you look past his intense gaze you can still kinda see her fussing with her long hair. A waiter shows her to her table that so happens to be next to yours. You bite your tongue to hide a giggle when you see her awkwardly try to walk in heels, maybe she’s not used to them? Once she sits down it’s obvious she’s not used to wearing such feminine clothes, the way she keeps lifting her feet off the ground and sliding them farther out, or how she pulls the hem of her dress down even though it’s past her knees. The way she covered her mouth and spoke in a quiet meek voice told you maybe she was shy. Kazuha glanced at you both, almost trying to understand the connection you guys had but signed in defeat, “I’m gonna use the restroom then pay for our food. Don’t go anywhere.” And with that, he was gone but surely it wouldn’t take him long to be back.

Scaramouche had to be quick about this. The least he could do is get you outside.

Trying to keep his ladylike demeanor he tried starting the conversation with something normal. Of course, this meant he would have to speak a little louder in order for you to hear in the louder environment. He would be lying to himself if he said he hadn’t “practiced” his female voice.

“Isn’t the food here the best?”

Taken aback by how cute she sounded you cover your mouth slightly. “She even has a cute voice!”, you thought to yourself. Once again stunned you take a moment to respond.

“Y-yeah!” your response is a little fast-paced but she just smiles in response. “Haha, you seem a little nervous, what, too stunned by my looks?” Even though he was supposed to be portraying a meek, innocent girl, he couldn’t help but still be cocky. It’s as if you were on autopilot with the way your response was the same yeah…

Part of you felt like that’s something he would say. Who was he again?

“It’s a little stuffy in here, don’t you agree? How about we get some fresh air?” The girl suggested so innocently that you’d completely “forgotten” what Kazuha told you NOT to do. As if you’d been under a spell you followed a girl you didn’t even know the name of out of the restaurant. Her name! You need her name! This can’t be the last time you see each other you need her contact info! You reach to where you would normally keep your phone only for your attention to be stolen away by her.

She handed you her phone that had a picture of a very certain cat. Your heart fastens as you start to recall some things, you couldn’t submit to someone who only half-loved you. No, you had to get home to your first baby. Tears threaten to spill as everything comes back faster than you can comprehend.

He didn’t love you, no, he never did. If he did he would’ve stayed the first night. He was just looking for something to sedate his own woes. You come to the realization that your delusions you made up to protect yourself were false. You haven’t been in love for years like your mind had told you, you don’t know what he really feels, you just filled in the blanks with lies your mind fed you. In reality, you’ve probably only really known each other for a couple of days, during those 4 months you spent pregnant and alone your brain spun a story as if you were real lovers. Hating yourself could come later but for now, you need to get a grip and get out of here. Suddenly you’re caught up to speed and all it feels like you’re gonna vomit, your clothes feel tighter and you can feel your own skin, every pore feels open and you hate every second of it. What feels like hours is only a matter of seconds.

A hand is gently wipes your tears away,

“It’s time to go, Y/n.”

“I cant.. I’m sacred. I-“

“Don’t be. I'm here now, and I’m not letting you go.” He looked so serious, although a little funny since he was still in his getup.

Reaching for your wrist he gently and slowly led you farther away from the establishment and closer to your getaway car.

Both of your steps got faster and faster. You didn’t want to look back, no, you shouldn’t.

A voice you’ve come to hate shouts out to you. Ears pound loudly and your heart skips several beats when you hear fastened footsteps approaching. A wave of pain crashes onto you when your lower back aches in pain. You stop even though you don’t want to and clutch your stomach in retaliation.

You have to move right now otherwise he’ll catch up. Scaramouche turns back around for you and effortlessly picks you up and carries you to the car. When he turned to place you in the car he’s sure Kazuha has seen his face. Crap… Not like it mattered right now. He rushes to the other side of the car but is pulled back by a hand that is placed on his back, it’s cold and uncomfortable. Almost as if it triggered something in him he shouts and pushes him back into the ground.

Once Scaramouche is in the car Miko doesn’t hesitate to slam on the gas pedal and get you both somewhere safe.

Final Part:

When you wake up you’re in a very comfy bed. Moving your legs a little you wince uncontrollably. Memories come flooding back and your eyes dart to where Scaramouche is sitting. A smile makes itself known on your face and you reach out to him. He melts into your touch but avoids looking at you. You know you messed up big time by not running away from Kazuha like you should have… But you were in a deranged state! Surely he won’t blame you completely. Breaking the silence you ask him what’s wrong.

“I know we kinda just met but I hope you know I love you…” he trailed off, still avoiding eye contact. “I always have… It’s a shame you don’t remember me. If you did then I guess you could technically say we didn't just meet.”

Huh? You two knew each other? Maybe he’s got the wrong person. Innocently you ask, “Have we met somewhere before? I’m sorry but I don’t seem to ever recall-“ “Just take a good look at me and try to recall. We used to be playmates when we were little. Your parents were busy like mine so they would drop us off at that one daycare.” Your eyes squint as you take a good look at him, “And we went to school together for a little while- I tried stealing your pen-“ Eyes widening you can’t help but burst out laughing.

Now you remember him!

“It’s you! I- How could I forget? Oh my gosh, it seems work has made me forget my younger days!” Covering your mouth to hide a smile you can’t help but laugh a little louder. His face seems upset but eventually melts into a smiling one along with you. For a couple of moments you both laugh and exchange playful banter. Everything in the world is right at that moment.

But once again, your mistakes will catch up with you.

After the laughing dies down he squeezes your hand and places a handle on your stomach. This causes you to shift uncomfortably but you try to play it off as a cramp.

“When the Doctor came to relay your status he told me one bit of information that… you probably didn’t want me to know.”

Oh shit. Oh shit- Your heart fastens and you try to muster out a response but it hitches in your throat. “I-I canexplain p-please let me-“You fumble your words and tears pool up in your eyes.

With an affirmative squeeze to your hand he smiles softly, “It’s okay.”

“But it’s not- I messed up and now-“ You covered face with your hand, attempting to hide yourself away from him.

“And now- we can work this out, together. I promise I will do my best to be a good parent. If you’d just give me a chance- A chance to take care of you and your child. I would do anything to be with you once and for all. Please, Y/n, don’t leave me again.” His hand came up to yours pressed against your face, and slowly removed it from you.

A part of you feels raw, and exposed, yet, this time it’s different. Part of your brain tells you to run from his affection but the other part feels so defeated that you just want to cry into his chest and beg him to stay with you. Lucky for you he was willing to stay with you. Even if you were going to have your kidnapper's baby. Leaning into him you cried out all your sorrows that had been bottled up for the past couple of months. All he could do was rub your back and listen to you cry your heart out.

It felt good to finally tell someone how you truly felt. How much has been troubling you? Although you’re sure if you were to tell this to a professional you’d been locked up….

After you’re done crying you wipe your tears and take a deep breath. Your chest and shoulders feel lighter. The whiplash of everything could hit you later, you couldn’t care less right now. All you wanted to do was eat, stretch, and take a nap.

Scaramouche looked at you dead in the eye and you feared the worst. Was he joking? Did he actually hate you and never want to see you again? Did-

“Goddamit- I dropped my wig…”

You stare at each other for a second before you burst out laughing. “That’s a shame! You didn’t look half bad in it~” you joked. “Oh please- You were head over heels for me and you know it!” “Ah, you got me there! Who knew you’d make such a fine girl! If only you could say the same about you know-Ow!” he punched your shoulder gently, but considering your current state it hurt more than he intended. “I’m sorry, Y/n- I-“ He checked the area to see if it was bruised or anything but was immediately met with a flick to the forehead. “Ow-!” “Haha, got you!” “You little-“

Both of your bickering would soon die down as soon as his parents would enter the room. It was obvious how you both turned stiff as boards. Acting as if you weren’t pulling each other’s hair like you once had.

Ei placed some flowers on the bed stand and Miko would sit down on the bed with some sweets in hand. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Y/n.” Ei bowed politely, “I’m not sure if my son had mentioned us to you. If not it’s alright- But we are his parents.” Miko started feeding some cake with a fork as she nodded along. “I’m very happy to see you make my son happy. It used to worry me that my son would die alone-“she feigned a tear falling from her eye. “MOM.” Blush spread across Scaramouche’s face as he crossed his arms. “Ah, excuse me, that’s beside the point! What I mean to say is that you shouldn’t worry about the wedding founding- Your new moms will buy you everything you will need-“ “THATS NOT ANY BETTER!” He exclaimed even redder. She smiled so innocently all while still looking a little confused. Miko finally chimed in, “What she means to say is that she supports you both no matter what. Even if you don’t think she agrees with you,” she turned her head towards him, “she believes you both will make the right choice. We hope you both can treat this as a new beginning. As I like to say, carpe diem!” “You never say that.” Ei tilted her head with a soft smile. “Well, I do now!”

All four of you burst out laughing. You guys talk a little more before they leave for their business dinner. Once again you and Scara are alone.

“Are you really sure you’re okay with marrying a pregnant woman?” “Of course I’m fine with it, since it being you and all.” Rubbing the back of his head he laid his head down on the bed, “Are YOU sure you wanna get married right away? Just because my mom mistook us for dating already doesn’t mean we should skip that part… Plus, what if you don’t like who I am…” You pet his soft purple hair with a smile, “Well, as long as you promise not to be a complete asshole, then I suppose we’ll be just fine!” “You think I’m an asshole?” “Haha, anyways…. What kind of wedding cake should we have? I was thinking of a [favorite flavor] cake! Ooohh and we can look at the different types of venues! Ah, I guess after that we need to plan a baby shower!”

He’d completely tuned you out and just stared at you, lovingly. Your skin glowed perfectly from the artificial light, and that smile of yours was perfect. You no longer looked tired and stressed; instead, you looked happy and not so tired. He couldn’t blame his ex-friend for falling for you. Although he feels a little jealous that he’s seen parts of you that now belong to his eyes only now.

Fingers tap up and down on the bed as if he’s contemplating something. You take notice and tap his shoulder, you ask if he’s listening. Suddenly he gets up- His soft lips are placed against your slightly chapped ones. It’s warm. Your eyes widen in surprise as you slowly melt into the kiss.

Once he pulls away you’re both gasping for air. Out of embarrassment, he hides his face in your neck. He’s embarrassed- you are too. “A-a little warning would’ve been nice. I was talking yknow?” “Shut up before I kiss you again..” You knew he was too embarrassed to do it again so you teased, “Yeah, I think you’d like that-“ Instead of another passionate kiss he instead peppered kisses all over your face. “I hate you.” “I love you, Scara.”

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The wedding went amazing since his parents had done most of the planning (of course you both directed them) And your baby shower went just as well! Initially, you were both worried a certain someone would catch wind of it- and you’re sure he did. Thankfully the place was heavily guarded (, courtesy of Miko) and was also in a secluded area, along with there being a very strict guest list. You both already knew the gender so the part just consisted of fun baby shower games and many gifts from your friends and families.

You had been getting intensive therapy for the rest of your pregnancy. Those couple of months left you with deeper wounds than you had thought. Of course, you still have trouble with going out on your own and you’ve completely dropped going out (since you’re a mother now ofc) When you do have to go out alone you wear your hair differently each time along with a mask and sunglasses. Whenever someone gets a little too close they happen to get stopped by someone. Your bad dreams usually consist of you trying to run away but your legs move slowly or trying to scream but nothing comes out, and other things you’d rather not discuss...

Your delivery went well and luckily you gave birth to a healthy baby boy. Ei and Miko informed you that you had a week to name him. On the fifth day, you and Scara decided on [name], since you both liked the name and agreed on it. When both of the families came to see him you got the chance to meet Scara’s aunt and sister (who both happened to be named Makoto, although Scara called his sister Raiden since she was “scary”) The boy was blessed with your hair color (he has a red streak through it) but had his fathers eyes. At first, it scared you but with some affirming words from both sides of the family and your lover, you’ve grown to love them.

Some of your friends and family didn’t approve that Scara wasn’t the father, some even berating you and calling you names. The name-calling mostly came from Scara’s side of the family. Area

On your son's first birthday, he spoke his first words. “Mama!” You nearly cried tears of joy when he said that. Scaramouche frowned and pinched the boy's cheeks gently with a huff. Much to his surprise the boy spoke again, “Daddy!” Now both of you were crying tears of joy. You swaddled your boy in the softest blankets before you both cuddled him off to sleep. Both not believing you had been blessed with such a joy.

Once your son has gotten a little older he learned how to say the cat’s name, always gesturing his hands and babbling, “Meowmeow!” The now healthier cat would come to the boy and rub its head against your son accompanied by a purr.

Once he turned two years old you noticed how he started taking after his father, often mimicking him by making an angry face and huffing. All you could do was smile and kiss him while his father pouted behind you both. One time you had joked around with your young son by asking him, “What face does daddy make when he’s angry” and your son crossed his arms with a scowl on his face. You burst out laughing while your husband messed with his hair pretending to be upset.

You went back to work while Scara was a stay-at-home husband. On stressful days you would come home, sore and tired, but the moment your eyes laid on Scara’a resting figure along with your sons. Well, your heart simply melted into mush as you took about 30 pictures of them from all angles. You were convinced that all of the time you spent alone and suffering was worth it for this moment.

It felt like that person was a bad dream- but now, you’re wide awake and ready to face the future with your loving husband, and adorable son.

Gawdamn I don’t stop yapping🙏 If you read all of this ty pookie!! there will be a $10 mil block of gold under your pillow when you wake up 😍😋 I will be writing some hcs (maybe) and a scenario where u encounter kazuha w your kid soon!!! (i promise) Anyways i’m knocking tf out… BAI><!!

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[hermitw]

(anime-only friendly post)

Evidence in defense of Suguru Geto - the real villain was Toji's worm.

Banana Fish inspired Jujutsu Kaisen - these parallels aren't important, I'm just making connections bc AFAIK this isn't confirmed, but other sad BL mangas are.

Jessica & Yuki Tsukumo

Dress the same, act the same, do their own thing and come back.

Ash / Eiji & Megumi / Yuuji

Ash & Megumi share a voice actor. They have been thrust into a world that exploits youth from a young age, and this dynamic is normalized by the adults around them. They don't hesitate or fear risking their lives for their friends or their own sense of morality.

They grew up without a mother, having a complicated yet absent father, prone to violence, who in the end made a sacrifice for them. Also their older siblings' similarities.

Eiji & Yuuji are new to this world, innocent, loyal, optimistic compared to those around them.

Yuuji's uniform is a copy of Ash's outfit. Black jacket, red hoodie, red converse (nicer shoes when his uniform came in but still).

Banana Fish (the drug) & Toji's worm

I swear that this worm acts as the drug in Banana Fish, it preys on people's minds making them vulnerable to suggestions, and over time they lose themselves, becoming violent toward others and themselves.

Toji had sliced Geto open with a weapon that was inside of the worm, laced with it, you could say. Geto was unconscious when Toji said "but you, with all your blessed talents, lost to a monkey like me who can't even use jujutsu." that seeped into Geto.

We can tell from JJK0 that Geto took the worm after it crawled up to him. It had already submitted itself, so he would have no reason it absorb the curse. This means that he was spending time with it - the worm could have been crushed and put into his pocket, or even swallowed the way Toji had (no orb, just oroborous worm).

Then there was the conversation with Yuki (which is one reason why I felt like she was planted by Kenjaku, influenced in some way-- and recent interview revealed that Gege was considering Yuki as fake Geto's true identity. I told u all her vibes were off 😤) where she told Geto that he could kill all non-sorcerers. That it could be the easiest solution.

Actually, let's check out the manga page. He looks horrified and shocked that something he said as an off-hand morbid joke to cope with the loss of Haibara and Riko was validated as a real option.

I think that the worm ate away at their minds/souls - from Mahito's antics, it seemed like there was some connection between the soul and the brain. Anyway, I believe that Kenjaku used this curse to lure sorcerers. He would leave it in their path, let it be impressionable to their training, and the worm would eat away at them. This may have assisted in Kenjaku's transfer to a new body, made the process faster, or just caused his victims to devolve so that he could become them.

The worm is a cursed spirit, so naturally it would have fed off of cursed energy, right?

But Toji has no cursed energy. So the spirit could be forced to adapt, though I think that the fear Toji struck into everyone around him could suffice. It seems like Toji fed the worm, and idk the details but Gege has said that Toji found the worm and trained it.

It also seems that Toji lost himself quickly, while Geto held onto himself for much longer.

Toji did not remember his own son's name, which seems like more than just a result of grief over his wife. I know that trauma brain is real, and Toji had been through abuse from the Zenin clan as a child. But it still feels like something more to me. Shiu, who was his friend for 10 years, broke that off. To see Toji only for work, or in hell. Which could imply that's all that Toji was good for. Impossible to connect with as a friend.

Geto had a lot of mental strength, due to raising his family or the rituals he held with affirmations, etc. This might also be due to having cursed energy for the worm to feed off of - though by this time, I'm not sure how much that applied.

I think that Kenjaku was feeding suggestions to Geto by some means (Kenjaku is a master of games and manipulation, planning ahead, etc) in order to break him down, all because he wants the Curse Manipulation technique.

It seems like Geto's true motive was to get Gojo to curse him the way that Yuta had cursed Rika. But by the time that Gojo arrived, Geto already had critical damage by cursed energy, and Gojo cannot heal others with RCT. This is why Geto said you're late.

Geto has spoken about monkeys, about killing, but his actions say otherwise. Even when he does say those things, the way he carries himself changes. It reminds me of Buffy (the vampire slayer)'s mom saying random things due to a brain tumor. She isn't in control, and she doesn't mean it, even though she might insist on something during an episode.

He runs a cult, but it's more like he took over a cult. The same as the village - they were scapegoating young kids, using violence and killing them and gloating in it. He could see that even by removing the victims from there, the cycle would continue, more scapegoats would be found. And they were killing off those who would grow up to be strong, to protect the weak, to guard over them.

Geto's cult was, I think, demonized by Jujutsu Society because it was a powerful group outside of themselves. Mei Mei worked independently from graduating, but she isn't on Geto's level. He lessened their workload, though, by seeking out curses and by letting non-sorcerer victims seek him out for help, even though they had no idea what was going on, they were able to find relief. And he did this without asking for money or anything else in return.

He did break the rule of laying hands on non-sorcerers. (he had to, in order to end the cycle of abuse with Mimiko and Nanako's village, with the cult that killed Riko. They would find another scapegoat if he'd just removed the girls from there). What about that guy he killed?

(sanitizing thoughts here, btw)

This dude is drawn just like the corrupt, greedy capitalist in political cartoons. We don't get details, but we can gather his general character and actions, that he chooses to live in a selfish way that causes harm to many people in a position beneath him.

In JJK0, Geto's people are constantly reminded to not go too far, to just hold them back. I think the exception to this rule was likely to be conservative higher-ups, that Geto was still being protective. Nanako and Mimiko hanged them, I think they were explicitly given permission to. Ijichi was threatened because of the ignorant way he spoke down to them. Obv Ijichi is fine.

What about all of the people Shoko had to heal? She seemed pretty overwhelmed.

They were sorcerers who got hurt by the curses.

Non-sorcerers had already evacuated. If Geto truly hated non-sorcerers and was actually trying to build a world without them - I can't see it. His actions repeatedly protect non-sorcerers (sometimes from oppressive non-sorcerers, which is forbidden, but he still protects them from curses as well).

Gojo said that he can't believe that Geto would start a war he couldn't win, and that it worries him. That it seemed like Geto was bluffing with his number and strength of curses. He even knew exactly how Principal Yaga would react

Calling for help from the clans, from the Ainu Jujutsu Society, who we never hear of again. Geto was getting them to prepare as much as possible.

Why? Why unleash his curses?

And why divide them between Tokyo and Kyoto? He would have won, if his forces were not divided.

Geto was preparing for his own death. He wanted Gojo to curse him the way that Yuuta had cursed Rika, but that meant Geto had to die. And when he dies, the curses he's swallowed would be unleashed (idk if he knew for certain this would happen, or if Toji's caution to not kill Geto for that reason stayed with him. Either way, Geto wasn't going to let that hurt anyone - so the curses that he's absorbed had the best chances at being exorcised with the least amount of casualties, when they were divided between several locations. When the sorcerers had all the time to evacuate the cities, and have a set date to prepare for.

If Geto wanted to hurt anyone, it would have been a surprise attack.

Why was Geto preparing for his own death? We see his mental health break ten years earlier. Despite everything, he held himself together, he had a purpose and a family to care for. Mimiko and Nanako weren't dependent on him- they loved Geto, but they recovered really well. They were so comfortable with themselves, to speak up, to complain, to lounge on the couch with Larue and Miguel. The strain of the worm had enough leverage to drive his actions to drastic places. And he had a story behind them that his family would believe - Geto absorbs Rika, and they can rid the world of curses.

So I think that the worm spirit was used to make Geto more vulnerable. He was distraught, overworked, isolated, but that wasn't enough. He had a strong sense of ethics, I think he had routines that were strong self-care (he spoke with Yuuta about affirmations), and he was not breakable enough for Kenjaku to use.

Also, Utahime said that one of the moles (other than mechamaru) would be a higher-up well above the principal. I wouldn't be surprised if Kenjaku had that connection for decades.

I also think JJK was inspired by Elfen Lied, Kagewani, and maybe Vampire Princess Miyu.

Edit to add: more analysis (and Geto defense), looking at the KFC breakup here - he was misunderstood and did nothing wrong.

[killmongerskeeper]

Crashing Waves // Chapter 3 // Namor

Pairing: Namor x POC Reader

Warning: Spoilers, Mentions of Violence

Chapter 2 // Chapter 4

When your eyes fluttered open the first thing you saw was the crystallization of what seems to be a cave. You slowly sat up to see a blue woman sitting at the edge of your bed. 

"Where-"

“You're awake.” A soft voice called out to you as the wet cloth was taken from your forehead.

"Where am I?" You mumbled as she placed a cold hand on your forehead.

"You will be okay. Just rest while I go retrieve K'uk'ulkan." She said in a soft voice before getting up to walk away. In her absence you shifted some of your powers to your neck and head to get rid of the throbbing headache. You phased the green hue away as you could hear footsteps approaching. The man from earlier appears in the walkway, dressed in a more casual outfit littered with vibranium and gold.  He stared down at you before kneeling down to your eye level. 

"How are you feeling, surface dweller?" He asked you and you gave a small shrug.

"Where am I?" You asked a second time since you didn’t receive an answer from the first woman. You looked around the cave and only saw one entrance, and it's underwater. Fuck.

"Our home. We brought you here because you seem to be more important to that operation than just being there to verify the findings." He said to you as you swallowed the lump in your throat. 

"I'm just a college professor. Nothing more. I studied lots of folklore and know more about mythology than any of them did.” You responded with a shrug.

"So tell me, if you were just trying to protect the vibranium, why did they have you tag along?" Your voice was caught in your throat as another one of his people entered the space. He was huge and scared you a little bit. You didn’t know what would happen if you didn't cooperate. You were already underwater, god knows how deep from the surface. Last thing you needed was to go missing down here. You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out as they all watched you attentively. As if waiting for you to pull some stunt against their leader. Instead you reached your hand out to his forehead causing the blue woman behind him to tense. 

"Jach ti' u utsil k'ana'an ju'uno'ob ma' att"

(It's in your best interest not to attack.)

"I'm sure if she wanted to attack, she would have back on that ship." Namor stated as your hand began to glow from the green energy flowing from it. You softly touched Namor's forehead as you decided to show him why you were there instead of saying it. Brown met brown as the two of you stared into the others eyes. He seems shocked that you were displaying such an ability. You pulled back as your breath hitched before tilting over. He caught you by the arm before sitting you up right before your body could hit the ground. 

"I'm fine. It happens." You said to him as worry crossed his features. The others seemed on edge after your presentation of your powers. 

"So the surface dwellers wanted your help because of your attachment to Wakanda? You are Wakandan?"

"No, I'm not a wakandan. They saved me and gave me a chance. The least I can do is help them protect what's theirs." You stated with a frown.

"How long have you been able to do that?" He questioned, his curiosity getting the better of him. 

"Since I was a little girl. My abilities manifested after the death of my family. Given all the time I had alone I learned how to control it." You told him as he stared, silently urging you to continue. "I've only evolved them since then.”

"You can show people your own memories. What else can you do with your abilities?"

"Je'el u páajtal in kaambal le t'aano' ti' le yaano'ob"

(I can learn the language of others.)

Every pair of eyes were on you now. Full of confusion and amazement. Now you had Namor's full undivided attention. 

"Cha' k"

(Leave us)

With that, the others left the area and it was just you and Namor. He took his spot leaning on the wall as you remained silent. Curious to what he was about to ask next. 

"Amazing. So you are different from the other surface dwellers. Well you definitely have my attention now."

"I've told you about me. Now it's your turn, your highness." You said crossing your arms and he looked down at the floor before crossing his arms. 

"The tale of my people is one I hold dear to me. They once thrived. But slowly they started to succumb to the diseases brought by the conquistadors. Smallpox to be more specific. To survive, they consumed a blue plant found underwater by a shaman as an attempt to help cure their sickness." He started and you looked on as your brain put two and two together. 

"My mother who was pregnant with me at the time didn't want to because she didn't know what it would do to me. They talked her into it. Claiming that I would be the first born to their new world if she went through with it. So she did. After sometime they all fell sick. Their skin turned blue, they suddenly couldn't breathe the air. The water was calling them. Welcoming them to their new home. What they didn't know was that the plant had traces of vibranium, changing their anatomy and biology in the process of consumption." He told his story as if he's done so a thousand times. You sat patient as he turned to mess with the beads on his bracelet. 

"Soon after my mother gave birth to me. I looked different with my pointed ears and the feathers on my ankles. I became the first born to their new world, destined to become Talokan’s king. As I grew older, my mother began to grow sad as she missed the surface world. She made me promise to bury her in the surface soil when she passed. I kept that promise. We took her to the surface, but what I saw up there made me despise the surface more than ever."

"The violence, the enslavement of those people. It made something snap inside. I killed them. Killed them all. A Spanish man of faith cursed me as he died by my hand. He called me, 'El Niño sin Amor', 'the child without love'. And I took my name from there. Namor. Because I have no love for the surface world. And I want nothing more than to watch it burn." You didn’t say anything to his reasoning. Because at one point in your life, you wanted to burn the world yourself for what happened to your family. Killmonger gave you the chance to do so. While Shuri and T’Challa gave you a chance to be a noble spirit. To go against vengeance. You can see Namor living up to his vengeance and that frightened you. You saw what they could do to people. What could happen to you.  

"And murdering the people on the ship? What good does that do?"

"They tried to take what didn't belong to them. We wanted to protect it just like you did."

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[f1stargirll]

Conversation friends • Lando Norris

Chapter One

Word count : 2.150k

Hi guys this is my first time ever writing fanfic. I’ve had this idea for a while now and decided write it! So if any of y’all has feedback/ requests or constructive criticism I’ll be more than happy to listen! (or if u just wanna talk i’m here too <3)

Btw English isn’t my first language so don’t be too harsh on me pls🧚🏼‍♀️

Description : slow burn, college!au (enemies to lovers) and more to come.

I’m gonna make it work. I am going to make this work.

Looking around the tiny apartment I had just collected the keys to, the realization that I was finally here, alone, started sinking in slowly. This was going to be my home for the next year, a tiny apartment in a huge city I barely knew anything about, let alone knew anyone in.

It actually looks cozy, and at least it’s conveniently close to the University.

I really am going to make it work. I started unpacking and realized the need for groceries was imminent so I grabbed my keys and headed for the nearest store GoogleMaps indicated to me.

Strolling around the different isles didn’t feel as unfamiliar as I thought it would, I guess Lidl stores are always a relatively universal experience. But after a few minutes in the store, the bright neon lights and the exhaustion from the flight were seeping into my brain and making me slightly overstimulated.

Okay, got the pasta. Now I need pads and tampons and we’ll be good to go.

Mindlessly putting the cardboard box in my cart, I’m suddenly forced to look up from the huge list I had written on my phone when I feel a finger tapping my left shoulder. I quickly remove one of my headphones and turn around to face the person in front of me.

“Do you mind ?”a boy, around my age but slightly taller than I am, faces me and stares at me with an icy expression.

What’s his deal ? Wait he’s kinda…

“You’re in my way”, he spats.

He’s wearing a simple gray hoodie and sweatpants combo and a black cap hiding what seemed to be loose curls, some of them still peeking from underneath it. His baby blue eyes were piercing through me. He kept his airpods in his ears.

“I’m sorry ?” I responded slightly confused, not really hearing him well above Hozier’s new album playing in my ear.

“Do you not understand English?” He removes one of his hands from the pockets of his sweatpants to point at the box of pasta positioned right behind me, “I said you’re in my fucking way, I’ve repeated it 5 times and you’re still standing there like an idiot,” he mutters through gritted teeth, “unlike you, I don’t have all night.”

Oh, he did not just talk to me like this.

“Well there you go, almighty king of Lidl!” I exclaim while handing him the precious item, "your all powerful box of Linguini” I add, fake bowing down in irony, my face burning in anger. The exhaustion from the flight and the move had already made me easily irritable, but this was just the icing on the cake.

“Are you out of your mind?” he asks, snatching the box away from my grasp, “You just have to make a scene, huh? You’re hysterical” he huffs exiting the aisle, a baffled expression on his face.

So now I’m the crazy one? Unbelievable.

God this was the last thing I needed right now.

I sigh in exasperation, not having the strength to run after him and put up a fight.

This is going to be a long year.

Brushing my bangs slightly away from my eyes, I take a step back in my small bathroom to look for any flaws like unblended makeup or toothpaste stains on my outfit. I tend to have those a lot.

Today is my first day of class and an introduction to the daily life I was about to embark on, so looking and feeling good was quite important.

Taking the small commute to the campus, I sit next to Lola, a girl I met at the bus station earlier this morning. She instantly was very kind and helped me find my way, which turned out to be convenient for the both of us since we were heading towards the same classes. I told her about my trip from Paris and how I was here for a year abroad and she told me all about her dreams of visiting my hometown. We talked for the whole ride and exchanged Instagrams. Lola was a ray of sunshine, a gleam of light in this anxiety-inducing morning.

She also looked like the perfect representation of the sunshine; her hair a polar blond color, eyes as blue as the Mediterranean sea and a porcelain skin adorned with beautiful yet irregular freckles.

Having her by my side for the first classes felt really comforting and I was relieved to find out we shared most of our semester’s classes together. We were both English majors, and since she was here last year she had promised to help me with anything I wouldn’t understand; as I said, a ray of sunshine. We spent the day learning all about this year’s curriculum and all the work we were about to achieve.

Heading towards my last class of the day, the first meeting of what was called “Conversation Friends”. It was a program I had applied to while enrolling here, international students meeting local students once a week to exchange in English or the student’s native language. A program created to help international students better their English and make new connections.

Not knowing anyone here, I thought it would be a great opportunity to make a friend, share a nice moment and discover the city better.

But Lola warned me not to get too excited since most students in the university only did it to gain extra credit or even get a quick hookup out of it. Fine with me, people can do whatever they want, I believe I’ll still get to meet someone nice.

I like to think of myself as a pretty open person so it shouldn’t be too hard to connect with whoever it’ll turn out to be.

Walking into the amphitheater, I decide to choose a seat in the middle row and take out my notebook to write down some notes. Looking around, I can see a lot of different students from every corner of the earth and I suddenly feel a wave of comfort knowing I’m not the only one who left home for this new adventure.

“Is this seat taken?”a boy with a thick Australian accent asks while pointing to the seat on my left.

“Not at all, it’s all yours”I responded with a smile which he returned. And boy did he return it. That man was all teeth, and nose. I extended my hand to introduce myself, “my name is y/n, I’m guessing you’re Australian right?”.

He took my hand and shook it earnestly, “You’re good! I’m Daniel, nice to meet you”.

He sat next to me and we started getting to know each other quickly. Daniel seemed really kind and was really funny. I learned that he was majoring in geography (didn’t even realize that was a thing) and lives in the complex right in front of mine. He also has a passion for karting (didn’t know that was a thing either).

He’s cute. Daniel is really cute. With his little brown curls, sparkly eyes, and his smile, so big it could resuscitate a dying dentist.

He told me a little more about the program too since he had been part of it last year in a university in Montreal. He informed me that our partners were going to be chosen randomly and that we’re not allowed to change if we don’t get along.

That sucks. I hope my partner’s gonna be nice or funny, or both like Daniel. Well not just like Daniel but at least a little like Daniel, why do I keep talking about Daniel ? Daniel’s just really cute.

“So, how do you like it here so far?”he asks, crossing his long legs in front of him.

“Well, I’ve only been here for two days so I really couldn’t tell you much. I yelled at this very rude guy when I went shopping yesterday, all for some Linguini.” He questions my answer with an amused expression in his eyes.”I also met this really nice girl, Lola, she reminds me of you a little bit actually, must be the golden retriever energy.” I smile as I answer his question, feeling grateful for my encounter with the blonde this morning. At least.

“So you’re calling me a dog, after I’ve been nothing but kind, that’s what you’re doing? Wow y/n, wow.” He replies with a dramatic hand on his chest and a goofy smile on his face. “Can’t believe you fought over pasta.”

On the main stage, a professor clears his throat into the mic, telling us that the meeting is about to start. He then takes the first ten minutes to inform us on all the details of the program, like how partners have to meet at least once a week, on campus or in cultural instances like museums, cinemas or parks, some of which will be organized by the university and thus mandatory.

As if you have to ask me twice to go out for a movie, whoever it’s with and whatever the movie is, oh baby I am going to be in that seat eating my sweet popcorn. Except for horror movies, can’t watch those. I’m scared of everything horror or creepy, I can't even watch children’s movies like The Nightmare Before Christmas or Caroline.

The clanking of two fish bowls on the professor’s desks takes me out of my thoughts and I realize that he’s really about to pull out our names and assign us to partners like it’s the sunday lottery.

This is going to be very entertaining.

“Please stand up when I call out your name so your partner can see you as well,“ the professor instructs us.

His hand mixes around the first bowl of tiny pieces of paper and pulls out the first name “Daniel Ricciardo” he says into the mic, looking around for the Australian boy sitting next to me.

Daniel stands up proudly, waving at everyone in the audience like he’s on stage at a beauty pageant. His partner is next, a charming Asian boy called Alex, who was sitting front row and turned around to find Daniel and waved at him aggressively.

These two look like they’re about to have a lot of fun. Lucky Daniel.

Of course my name came up last, because why wouldn’t it ? I stand up as I hear my name being called out and let my eyes investigate the remaining students in the room, until I see him.

Fucking Linguini.

“Lando Norris” I simultaneously hear over the speakers as I see the boy who disrespected me in the middle of shopping yesterday stand up from his seat.

This can’t be real, this is a practical joke.

As his eyes meet mine I can see the smile he previously wore on his face disappear and make way for disgust as his brain processed how I looked so familiar.

The audacity of that man.

“Perfect! Apparently now everybody is paired with their partners,” the professor smiles in contentment, “now if every pair could please make its way to the front of the room to sign the register.”

As I make my way over to the front of the room, I see my so-called partner bolting towards the professor and hear him babbling about how he can’t be my partner and begs to trade with someone else.

“Norris, we both know you can’t afford to miss out on the extra credit, and the pairs have already been established, there’s no negotiation” the professor answers him sternly.

I can’t believe it. He was the one who was bad-mannered and almost verbally assaulted me in the middle of the store for nothing! I was actually considering putting this behind us to start the program on a good note and give him a chance but apparently that would be in vain. If he wants to be petty, I can beat him at his own game, that’s for sure.

Standing in front of him, I tilt my head to the side to meet his gaze “You are just unbelievable! I barely know your name and you’re already making me regret enrolling in this program.”

Looking right at me, he hands me the paper I have to sign without a word.

“You’re actually not going to talk to me? We barely know each other, this is ridiculous!” I exclaim in irritation, snatching the paper from his hands the way he snatched the box of pasta from my hands the day before.

“Can you not be annoying ? Or is that impossible for you?”he blurts out in resentment, “I’m just trying to do this thing and go home, you’ll find my email on the thing or whatever” he says without even giving you the time to respond.

This is definitely going to be a very long year.

[redr0sewrites]

hellooo i saw you were taking requests and i think you write for eris vanserra? i had this silly idea that you know how noisy and busybodies the inner circle are and maybe after eris is already high lord there is some sort of ball, and the ic sees some girl walking with him and stuff and they’re just like 🤨🤨🤨 snooping around and shit?? you know just banter like that, i have no idea if this makes sense for u😭😭😭 anyway take your time if u decide to write this and feel free to ignore this if u don’t want to !!! thank u in advance love u

AAA TYSM NONNIE THIS IS SUCH A CUTE REQ! I WILL TRY MY BEST LMAO HOPE U ENJOY!

CW: the IC being nosy, fluffinesssss!

this was bound to be a disaster. all eris knew was that having the inner circle at autumn could lead to a multitude of issues, all of which would fall directly on him. he expected them to irritate his father, or break off the alliance, or even damage property. what he did not expect however, was the patronizing questions about his mate.

the questions all started on the first night. there had been a welcoming banquet in their honor, and you were standing aside eris in all of your autumnal glory. your magnificent outfit was adorned with jewelry and charms of autumn with dark red details and a beautiful trim. you stood elegant and poised, yet uncharacteristically close to eris, who seemed to be enraptured by you.

"who are they?" mor asked, eyeing you in slight confusion.

"im not sure, but if i had to guess, theyre eris' lover, or at least something akin to that" replied azriel. he watched you and eris with an amused look on his face, and the rest of the inner circle did the same. after a while, they dispersed and began to mingle among the fellow guests, but some of their minds remained lingering on you and eris.

"eris!" rhysands elegant voice cut through you and your mates soft conversation. you watch as eris takes on the role of the high lords son, and don's the mask of stone he so often wore around fellow nobles of the court.

"rhysand. i certainly wasn't expecting you here." his eyes narrowed slightly, looking at rhys and feyre, who accompanied him, with a calculating stare. you smile warmly, from what eris has told you, the inner circle will be a crucial part in overthrowing beron.

"its a pleasure to be here. however, there is one thing i personally didnt expect" rhysands eyes slide to you, and you meet his gaze. feyres eyes glimmer knowingly, and she meets your smile with one of her own.

"who is your precious companion, eris?" your lovers eyes narrowed, and he said simply, "none of your business. i suggest you return to the party."

"how cruel. you know, its rude to dismiss your guests" rhysand said almost mockingly, and eris' jaw tightened.

"well, id rather not cause a scene. i guess they must he rather important to you if theyre here. i hope we meet you again, perhaps in a less formal setting" rhysand says to you. with a smirk and a wink in your direction, rhysand turned with feyre beside him and walked away. you looked over at eris, and you could practically see his jaw working itself.

"relax my love. they arent a threat." eris sighs, turning towards you. "hes so fucking irritating" eris mutters, and you cant help but giggle softly.

that night had been the first of four instances in which the inner circle had begun to question you and eris' relationships, and finally eris lost his temper. cassian had cornered him while eris had simply been walking to the library and had begun to interrogate him, and eris has snapped.

"they are my mate you intolerable jackass! can you please fucking leave me alone?" eris spat, fuming in irritation. cassian had burst out laughing, but quickly winnowed away when he noticed eris' murderous expression. angry, frustrated, and overall irritated eris stormed back to your shared courters. when eris recounted the incident to you, you couldnt help but laugh. eris begrudgingly joined you, and cheer filled the room. the inner circle was clearly interested in eris' personal life, and it was hilarious to you the lengths they would go to discover your relationship.

god im so sorry this sucks so bad ajaaaaa i cant write dialogue for my life i tried to make the reader as gender neutral as possible i hope you enjoy! i feel like this came out so shitty uurhehrhb im sorryyyyy

[httpsdana]

Not sure if your still writing for Achraf hakimi but if you still do can u do one with the prompt “Are you flirting with me ?" "You finally noticed ?"

Oblivious~Achraf Hakimi

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

⚠important note⚠

I know Achraf hasn't been proven innocent but I think the whole silence about the situation is enough to proof that he is innocent. Please dont think that I'll ever support the actions of a racist, but Hakimi isn't or haven't been proven to be one. Just know that if he's proven later on I will no longer support or write about him. I really hope you understand my stance. Enjoy <3

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

players/drivers I write for

140- "Are you flirting with me ?" "You finally noticed?"

Of course she saw the signs. She wasn't that stupid. She just didnt want to jump into conclusions and get lost in her delusions, then end up disappointed. She saw how Achraf was flirty the whole time. Needy for physical touch between the two of them. She just convinced herself that he was that type of people. The ones that love physical affection and flirt with their friends.

He was getting frustrated. He was trying so hard to express his feelings to her, she just never seemed to notice. To him she seemed oblivious. After trying so hard with her, flirting and hanging out much, he just thought that at this point she knew he liked her but chose to ignore him, because she didn't feel this way.

Both of them were wrong.

A group hang out brought them together after their last meeting. A few of Achraf's friends had asked him to hang out. His answer was no at first, but his friends told him y/n would be there, his mind changed and he thought he would give himself another chance to unveil his feelings.

"so how are you doing angel?" Achraf leaned closer to y/n, in order to hear what she would answer because of the loud noises coming from their friends

"nothing much really. Work is keeping me busy so I'm not really doing much" she shrugged, taking a small sip of her juice. Of course she heard the 'angel', it made her flustered, so she avoided eye contact until she felt her face cool down a bit.

"you look beautiful in this dress" he said nonchalantly, making y/n choke on her drink. Now this was something he never said out loud. He would usually compliment her lightly with a 'you look nice' or 'I like that shirt', he never said she looked 'beautiful'

"Are you flirting with me ?" she couldn't hold back and asked the question without further thinking, making her regret it immediately. However, when she saw his smile, she relaxed a bit

"You finally noticed?" he chuckled, shaking his head at her obliviousness

Her cheeks burned up and she smiled a bit. She just shrugged her shoulders before he spoke up again

"I have been flirting with you for more than a year y/n, you were so oblivious to even notice" he said, moving closer to her

"I did notice! I just thought that you were the type to flirt with everyone" she said back, making him laugh

"have you ever seen me call any of my girl friends angel? or have I ever complimented anyones outfit?" he smirked

He was right

"okay yeah you're right" she gave in

"so...you'll go out with me?" he asked, nervously picking on his nails

"yeah sure...as friends right?" she joked, making Achraf hit her shoulder softly

"yeah yeah whatever. you won't be saying that when I make you wife later on"

[ladymonterosa]

The thin line between love and hate

First part: "Astrid"

26 september 2022

I have never considered myself a morning person. Ever since I was a child, mornings were always a nightmare. I remember my uncle had to gently shake me to wake me up for school, and I often ended up having breakfast in a rush, still half-asleep. Now that I was in college, nothing had changed.

My light brown hair fell in messy waves over my shoulders as I tossed and turned in bed, hoping the alarm hadn't already gone off. Every morning, the piercing sound of the alarm was torture, an annoying call I tried to ignore as much as possible. But that morning, I couldn't afford to ignore it. It was the first day of classes at God U, and I had promised myself to start off on the right foot.

With a groan, I reached for my phone. The bright display blinded me for a moment as my eyes adjusted to the light. When I finally focused on the time, my heart leapt into my throat: 7:45. I was late. Again.

I knew I had only fifteen minutes before class started, and the thought of showing up late on my first day at the School of Crime Fighting made my stomach knot. I cursed my love for sleep and my inability to wake up on time.

With a speed I didn't know I possessed, I got out of bed, shaking off doubts and tiredness with a sigh. I had to move. I dressed quickly, throwing on a simple T-shirt and jeans that I had left on the chair the night before. It wasn't a particularly polished outfit, but at least it was clean. I glanced in the mirror for a second, noticing my still sleepy blue eyes and hair that could definitely benefit from a brush.

There was no time for details. Grabbing an apple on the go, I dashed out of my apartment, almost forgetting my bag. The campus streets were already bustling with students hurrying to their respective classes, some with the same sleepy look I knew I had too. Godolkin University was huge, with historic buildings mingling with modern structures. The School of Crime Fighting was not far from my dorm, surrounded by trees.

As I ran toward the building, a rebellious strand of hair kept falling into my eyes, forcing me to push it back every few steps. But the thought of entering the classroom out of breath and red-faced from the run made me feel even worse. Maybe, I told myself, I should have listened to my uncle when he suggested setting multiple alarms. But it was too late for regrets. Now I just had to run and hope not to make a terrible first impression.

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Jordan Li's charisma is undeniable. With a confident voice and the way she moved naturally among the rows of seats, it was hard not to be impressed. Jordan began the lesson by discussing the challenges and responsibilities that our course of study entailed. Her passion for the subject was evident, and I found myself taking notes with an enthusiasm I had never felt before.

She described complex crime scenarios, the psychology behind criminals, and the importance of teamwork in solving cases. As she spoke, it seemed like I could see everything more clearly, as if she had turned on a light in a dark room of my mind.

During the lesson, she also asked questions, actively involving us in the discussion. I jotted down everything frantically, worried I wouldn't be able to keep up with the vast amount of information. At one point, I swear her gaze rested on me for a moment... was it just a coincidence or not?

*＊✿❀ ❀✿＊*

When the lesson ended, I felt exhausted but satisfied. Jordan thanked us for our attention and wished us a good day. I got up from my seat, still a bit dazed by the amount of information received. As I left the auditorium, I realized that my heart was pounding very hard, and I'm still not quite sure why.

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After the lesson ended, I walked towards the park, where I knew I would find my best friends. The campus was bathed in a golden light, and the cool morning air was giving way to a warm and bright day. Despite the rush that morning, I felt strangely serene.

As soon as I saw them, my mood improved even more. Jemma and Rose were my lifeline in this stormy sea.

We sat on a blanket under the shade of a large tree, the rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds creating a relaxing atmosphere. As we sipped our smoothies, Jemma began to enthusiastically talk about her improv class, describing how the professor had them work on particularly intense role-playing exercises. Rose laughed, recalling an embarrassing moment when a classmate had completely forgotten his lines.

I couldn't help but smile listening to them, but my mind kept drifting back to Jordan Li and that morning's lesson. I couldn't stop thinking about her.

Jemma immediately noticed I was distracted. "Astrid, you're unusually quiet today. Everything okay?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

Her words made me blush. "Yes, everything's fine," I replied hastily, but my voice wavered slightly. "It's just that... my day didn't start off well. I didn't hear my alarm and was late for the first class."

Rose laughed. "Classic you, Astrid. But you made it on time, right?"

I nodded, trying not to seem too nervous. "How was your first class? Did you meet the famous Professor Brinkerhoff?"

"Not exactly," I replied, trying to keep my voice calm. "He didn't show up. His assistant was there instead."

My voice wavered slightly, and I realized how awkward I was sounding. Jemma looked at me with curious eyes. "Oh, an assistant, huh? And what was she like?"

I felt my heart speed up. "She was... interesting. Very engaging."

Jemma burst out laughing. "Interesting? Engaging? Sounds like you've got a crush, Astrid!"

I felt my face grow even redder. Rose, who had been silent until then, joined the conversation. "What's this mysterious assistant's name?" she asked, curious.

As soon as I mentioned Jordan Li's name, Jemma lit up like a light bulb. "Wait a minute," she said, pulling out her phone and starting to type frantically on Instagram. "Jordan Li... I knew I'd heard that name before."

Jemma quickly scrolled through Instagram, while Rose and I leaned in curiously. After a few moments, she found the profile and showed it to me and Rose. Looking at the posts, it didn't take long to realize one of Jordan's skills: the ability to transform gender.

"Here it is," Jemma said, pointing to a photo of Jordan with a guy in a university setting. "They're friends with André Anderson, Polarity's son," she explained. "A friend of my father's."

Polarity was a name I knew well. He's a famous B-list hero who starred in a well-known '90s sci-fi movie called Area 51. Now, Polarity is on the school board of God U. His son, André Anderson, was known in the Supe community for rather unflattering reasons... like frequent use of alcohol and drugs or his reputation as a serial womanizer.

"And look here," Jemma added, scrolling to the university's website. "They are part of the Top Ten most promising students at Godolkin University!"

I looked at her photo in the ranking with a mix of admiration and trepidation. It's clear that she is not only intelligent and capable but also very popular (as anyone who makes it to the Top Ten). It's official, I have no chance with her. All my hopes were dashed before they even began.

"I can't believe you have a crush on her," Rose said, giggling. "But hey, I don't blame you. She seems really amazing."

Jemma smiled. "Well, Astrid, it looks like you've found another reason to wake up early and not miss any more classes."

I laughed along with them, feeling a bit lighter.

Rose, however, interrupted my momentary euphoria with a question that caught me off guard. "By the way, how are things with Michael? Is it really over with him?"

The mention of Michael wiped away any trace of enthusiasm from my mind. I felt suddenly empty. "I don't even know," I replied, my voice tinged with sadness. "It's all so confusing."

My friends looked at me with understanding. Michael and I have a complicated relationship, full of ups and downs. I didn't know if we still had a future together or if it was better to leave it all behind.

"I'm sorry, Astrid," Rose said, placing a hand on my arm. "If you need to talk, we're here for you."

I nodded, grateful for their support. Despite the confusion I felt about Michael, I knew I had friends I could count on. And maybe, over time, I would figure out what I really wanted. For now, I had to focus on myself and the new chapter that was beginning at Godolkin University.

1° part ; 2° part ; 3° part

[triplexdoublex]

LMAO a blind item just came out saying Colson lost his phone that had sex videos of Megan on it but he hasint told her yet….. the way 98% of those blind items are absolutely fake which means she probably sent that in to get people to talk about her and had to include “sex tapes” with her name to get her name buzzing. Not only that but Colson literally just got a new number not long ago and if he did loose his phone I doubt her sex tapes would be the most important thing on there when u can literally look up her nudes on google from her exposing herself not only in outfits but also her purposely exposing her vagina in her Halloween costumes and bodysuits. Like girl ur private videos take a back burner to unreleased songs, other celebs numbers, pics and videos of Casie and his passwords and that’s not including u know he has videos of other girls on his phone 😭 Like babe ur not that special we done seen it all😭😭🤣🤣 she better hope fans never get a hold of Colsons nudes bc she thinks fans are competition now? Imagine if they got a hold of his private pics and videos lmao out of the 2 of them in that relationship Colson has been the only one that literally hasint been exposed to us 😭😭also funny how she’s now the ex gf all of a sudden

I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s the one who “lost” his phone on purpose knowing he has those videos in there, especially if she really is an ex now , she’s gotta keep her name in the spotlight somehow and you know she’s dying to play victim again 🙄

[thehalfbloodedwitch]

I see you're doing some sort of an ordering event about draco!

can i ask a imagine of draco with fem!reader slytherin who is a figure skater (like yuzuru hanyu) super talented and she is going to participate in a competition on christmas day and draco makes a surprise for her going to watch the competition

(she wins the first place obviously, bc she is better than any other figure skater 😋)

english is not my first language, sorry 😭

Hello, anon! Yes indeed, I am doing an event for Draco because he deserves some more recognition here! Here's your request!

Imagine getting a Christmas Surprise from Draco

A/n- I absolutely adored this request so here you go!

A/u- Muggle

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Y/n Y/l/n, a well-known figure skater, had a grace to her skating that very few skaters possessed, which may have resulted in her widespread popularity.

On December 25, Y/n competed in an important competition for which she had been preparing for months. Draco Malfoy, her boyfriend, was there for her with warm beverages, constantly watched her perform, and always clapped for every flawless stance she performed.

Y/n couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend; he supported her through all of her highs and lows. But now that it was her turn to shine and demonstrate her skating skills, she was anxious.

This anxiety wasn't related to stage fright; rather, it was related to her ability to perform all of the postures correctly without falling. Y/n was a talented figure skater, yet this anxiety was always present in a very little part of her mind.

And so, the time came, the speakers in the stadium spoke, "And now, we have Y/n Y/l/n with her performance!"

Cheers and thunderous acclaim from the audience could be heard filling the stadium. When Y/n emerged from the doors, she looked across the stadium and noticed that hundreds of people were cheering her name from their seats, but her attention was fixed on just one person.

Her name was handwritten in a large banner by Draco Malfoy, who was sitting there. The charming sign her boyfriend had created for her couldn't help but make her smile. She began her exquisite performance with a well-known smirk on her face since she was determined to win this tournament at all costs.

"AND THE WINNER IS...." shouted the host and Y/n's heart was as if it stopped beating for a second, "NONE OTHER THAN Y/N Y/L/N!!" the host continued and a huge round of applause echoed through the stadium and Y/n was as if on cloud 9.

After receiving her prize, she dashed over to her boyfriend, who was waiting there holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Congratulations my love!" Draco said as he scooped her in his arms and Y/n held him tighter than ever and said, "Thank you, baby!"

While driving home, Draco said, "I have a surprise for you" " What surprise?" Draco chuckled in response to Y/n's question, " It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you about it" he replied to which Y/n said, "Yeah, but you know, I won the freaking competition so I deserve to know about this surprise of yours." As he parked the car in the garage, Draco continued, "You will know about it tonight.

And Y/n walked inside the mansion that they both owned wearing a stunning crimson dress that reached her knees. Several thousands of people were inside their mansion wearing elegant attire, and it was completely decked out in Christmas decorations.

"So, how did you like my surprise?" A voice asked from behind her, "I loved it Mr. Malfoy" said Y/n as she turned around to see Draco dressed in a black tux, he looked dashing in it.

Draco exclaimed, "You look, gorgeous sweetie," as his eyes swept over Y/n's outfit "Says the guy who looks so dashing in a tux," Y/n replied.

Everyone came and congratulated Y/n for her outstanding performance at the competition and Y/n smiled and thanked each and every one of them while Draco admired her.

After the party had ended and everyone had left, Y/n was sitting on the couch, exhausted after the incredible night Draco had prepared for her, when she heard footsteps coming toward her.

"Thank you so much baby for this-" "Y/n Y/l/n" interrupted Draco and Y/n sat straight on the couch with a confused expression on her face.

"We have been dating for a good year and we have made memories that I will cherish for the rest of my life, you mean a lot to me, you have been there for me when I was at my lowest, Y/n, your mere presence is enough for me to be happy, and I want us to be together forever, so Y/n Y/l/n, will you marry this idiot who is in love with you and cannot think of living a life without you?"

Y/n's eyes filled with tears, and with a smile on her face she jumped towards Draco and hugged him tightly, "So, should I take that as a yes?" Draco asked and Y/n chuckled and said, "What do you think? Of course yes, a million times yes!"

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[thetopazdragon]

I really vibed with the last guys ask for a Tartaglia x reader. If you could.... could hook a sister up with a Tartaglia x Fem!reader? I'd really appreciate hun <3

Sure!! And you dont gotta be shy abt it anon!! I'll write whenever I have time and (knock on wood) I am currently free of writer's block!!!

(Also go check out my best friend kimasworks because they write fanfics too)

(Tartaglia (childe) x Fem!Reader)

Where to begin...

Tartaglia, or Childe as you had come to know him, was always someone who was flirty with everyone (and I mean EVERYONE)

So whenever he flirted with you, you never took it genuinely as flirting to entice romance. You always laughed and shrugged it off, even when he made you as red as the mask he wore on his head. You never understood why he seemed so... disappointed when you told him he was "funny", and it seemed to get on his nerves when you laughed his flirting off as just him trying to get attention.

Childe had always loved you, ever since he laid eyes on you. He would stare from the sidelines, watching how you moved, how you talked, how you fought. It made him all the more attracted to you.

When you had finally (albeit reluctantly) became friends with him, he was overjoyed that he could be your friend. He was highly aware that you mistrusted him, but that didn't deter him from his goal: Make her MINE.

He would admit any day that you had gotten after him more than a few times for being possessive. After all, he wanted you desperately to be his. Still, he never had the balls to even consider asking you out. Every time he tried, his mouth would feel dry, his palms would sweat furiously under his gloves, his knees would tremble, and he would fully clam up.

You yourself had always found him a little endearing, once you got past the part of him that was indeed a Fatui harbinger. Sadly though, you always thought he was just a playboy, as he flirted with almost every woman he saw (whether to get a deal or just get a reaction you may never know). You fully believed (by paimon's words) that he was just trying to fluster you to satisfy his lust for attention.

But one day, he had had enough beating around the bush. He asked you to meet him in Wanmin Restaurant, as he wanted to "talk". You, believing you were in trouble, prepared for a fight, but Childe got in a nice, formal outfit, and even bought you Rainbow Roses all the way from Fontaine.

When you arrived at the restaurant, Child was outside waiting for you, bouquet of roses in hand. You looked surprised, as you had been expecting a fight, not a date. Childe smiled sheepishly, and you realized that you were a total idiot.

"Is this- Is this not a fight-? I thought we were going to have to battle again-" You asked, looking up at the tall boy as you stood before him.

Tartaglia burst into laughter, his tension easing. "Would I have brought roses to fight you??"

You hid your face in your hands, embarrassed for your behavior. Even at that moment, the dots all connected. The flirting, the possessiveness, the staring and grinning like an idiot, the absolute adoration he showed you. It was all genuine.

"B-but- When you flirted with the other girls I thought-" "I was practicing.. I wanted to make sure I knew what to say to you so I didn't make a fool of myself!"

Childe laughed, his laugh easing all tension. He took your hand, gently giving you the flowers and looking at you like you were the only woman in the world.

"I could never NOT be genuine about how I feel for you, Traveler."

After that night, you both planned weekly dates, whether it was going out and just having fun or getting each other out of trouble, you both enjoyed it. On your 3rd date, Childe finally gained the courage to ask an important question. You had just defeated your 17th whopperflower of the day, and as you collected the nectar, he held you from behind. When you stood, he smiled and held you closely, his hands on your waist. He never imagined how wonderful it would feel to feel your hips under his fingers.

"Traveler..? May I... May I kiss you?"

(i think yall can imagine your own answer! Thats all, folks, and please send in an ask to request a story!!)

[almostgigi]

Musician!reader - her album

Cw: cursing, sexism, period talk, very lil of Eddie.

After serious accusations on his manager being a complete asshole and a sexist pig against other women and reader herself, she releases her first album on her own domain. Femininity is a cry of "enough", a beating to all the men who think they are better than women just because they are men.

Eddie helps reader with the media and marketing for the album to be heard as is an album made only by women and has no record label.

G I R L M A T H - is a silly little song about women and the things they do in daily life. The concept has been shared on social media and is a current meme in the fandom. But also works as a reminder that we are as smart as you even when we use silly concepts for the things we do.

W I F E M A T E R I A L - the reason reader made this song is because her manager told her once that no matter how many good man she dated, she'll never be wife material, she'll never be enough for them to consider her as more than a beautiful body and a pretty face. This is her comeback.

C O C K T A I L D R E S S E S - third song on the album is about all the things women can do while looking pretty, aka the cocktail dresses.

C O R S E T A N D M A K E U P - almost the same concept as the one before, this song talks about how women has been under the pressure of using things like corsets and makeup to look pretty before, going through the memory of important women like Marie Antoinette, powerful queens all around the world, miss world beauty pageants and more, but now we are free to use them only if we want to.

T H E M A I D - fifth song on the album starts with a man's voice, aka Eddie, saying "I know babe but I'm so tired, just clean it, that's your job anyway" followed by a loud scream and the song starts blasting. Being more of a rock song, talks about how men see us sometimes as "the maid" wanting us to do everything around the house but they never help with the chores.

G R W M or G E T R E A D Y W I T H M E - sixth song in the album and the main single that started everything, the song talk about getting ready to go get revenge. In the music video we can se reader waking up and brushing her teeth, following her skincare routine and her makeup routine as well as her choosing the outfit of the day while she sings the song looking at the camera.

O P P R E S S I O N - a song about nothing more than the oppression women stand every day since existence.

O V E R R E A C T I N G - as queen herself Taylor Swift said "a man is allowed to react, a women can only overreact".

M O O D Y - how many times we had a temper and men accused us of being on our period? more than I want to admit. This song is about being moody, doing what we want because we can and not because we are in a mood thanks to our period.

I <3 H E R - last song on the album and the lost personal one, talks about her and her mother. Is a love letter to the women who gave her life and to all the mothers in the world.

[kpop1magines]

I'm back!

Concept: High School drama, fluff

Pairing: Jeongin (Stray Kids) x Reader

Part: 2

Warning: If you haven't read part 1 already, please go read it.

Foreword: Okay, hi again! I'm back with part 2 of this story. I hope that you liked part 1 and I hope that you'll enjoy part 2 as well.

You were still smiling when you stepped into the house, but it was quickly ruined by your mom screaming at you. "Y/n! Do you realize what time it is? You're 12 minutes late! And was that a boy who was in front of the house with you? How many times do I have to tell you that you're not supposed to have any guy-friends? Let alone boyfriends! They're just going to distract you from your studies!" You sighed. Why was your mom always overreacting? "I'm sorry. And the boy is a new student in our class and I just told him important information that he might need to know. And besides, he lives in the house over the street." The last fact made her a bit calmer. It was because the neighborhood you lived in was only for the richest people of the city. She started to speak after a quiet gap in your conversation: "Well, but you were still late. And I wanted you to babysit your baby sister as well. You remembered that, didn't you?" You quietly nodded and said: "Of course I didn't, mother."

As you stepped into the room, you slammed the door shut and said to yourself: "Why does she always have to be like that? Like what's wrong with having a guy-friend? And who cares if well fall for eachother and start to date?" You were still mad, but then you noticed the number on your wrist that Jeongin had written and you decided to call him. As you were dialing his number, you suddenly stopped. 'It would be kinda weird if I called him now, I'd sound like a obsessed girl' you thought to yourself. And after that thought you decided to just save his number in your contacts.

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Your alarm started to ring and you stood up. It was finally Monday and you were able to go to school again. And now you even had made a friend. You got ready and put on a cute outfit. You didn't even know, why you were dressing up, but you didn't care. It was going to be a good day. You felt it. When you were almost ready, you decided to call Jeongin. "Hello, Jeongin!" you said happily. "Oh, hello y/n! Are you ready to get going to school?" he asked. "Yeah, I'll meet you outside!" you anwered and hung up the call. A thing you didn't notice earlier, was that you were smiling, you only realized it when you were almost out the house, when your mom started questioning you: "What are you so happy for?" You groaned. Not her with her bad mood again. "Can't a person be happy now. I'm pretty sure that it's not against the law." Your mom looked shocked when you talked back to her and you started to grin. She wasn't going to make you feel bad because of her bad mood.

Afterword: I hope you enjoyed part 2! I'll be back next week for part 3. Luv u sooo much! <333