first it was super short and white and now it's long and dark

Snuggle - Jughead Jones

REQUEST: Hey I was wondering if you could do a a Jughead fluff where the readers almost always cold & wears his black hoody & well it fits his 6'1 frame well it basically a blanket on her 5'6 self, basically she wears his hoody that fits him fine but it’s really big on her and it’s just fluffy & funny & Veronica & Kevin totally ship it😂

Sorry for taking so long :3 Hope you like it! I thought it started off okay but then i kind of ruined it, i apologise, i’m not very good at writing ehueuheueh

Warnings: fluffy fluff fluff / dead inside reader (one swear word :3)

Words: 2,152

“So I told her, that what she did was crossing the line,” Veronica’s story was reaching its climax, and Kevin was enjoying every second of it.

“Fair enough,” He interrupted, expression eager, waiting to hear what happened next. 

However, before Veronica could continue, you entered the student lounge, nonchalantly slurping a takeaway Pop’s strawberry milkshake. Your bag was slung carelessly over your shoulder and your unkempt hair was lazily tied up in a messy bun, which flopped around on top of your head. You’d skipped makeup, and your eyes were surrounded by dark circles. You wore your usual converse and ripped jeans, along with a white crop top. This had been a bad choice, as it was nearly the middle of December, so you were absolutely freezing. You’d been so tired from revising for exams, that you hadn’t even bothered to check what you were wearing that morning.

You stood around the back of the couch Kevin sat on, before flopping face down and flipping your body over so you were lying on the loveseat, legs on Kevin’s lap and face buried in an assortment of cushions.

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Fine Line

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Mark

Rating: NC-17

Prompt: “Please put your penis away.” / Smut / It’s a fine line between love and hate. At least, that’s what you tell yourself in order to remain blindly oblivious to the fact that, despite your best efforts, you have a definite attraction to your roommate. A roommate who may or may not like you back. 

Word Count: 2,330

Originally posted by gotpmgifs

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anonymous asked:

Three sentence fic: something inspired by that Sith!Luke and Vader in a bacta tank art you reblogged earlier?

(This is the art, by @3bsambi)

Good news: I did fill the prompt. 

Bad news: It is not 3 sentences long, and I can’t tell if it makes any sense because I wrote it all at once in a fit of hyperfocus at work, drove home, edited it once, and am now posting it. I have not slept more than 4 hours a night all week. I have a splitting headache. I think I’m a little high. can’t tell if this is bad or good.

Different news: It is 26 paragraphs long. Read the author’s note at the bottom for some explanation re: this AU I just made up. 

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part 2; lies and deceit

Part one

Pairings: jungkook x reader x taehyung 

Genre: angst | fluff | light smut (later on)

Description: two best friends, both have lies that can hurt you, but one is going to hurt you more than the other. 

Word Count: 3k

a/n:  this part is super cheesy lol but i don’t care bc i felt cheesy and angsty..  as i said before i want to make this scenario as short as possible but we’ll see.. or i might just stop altogether. either way i really hope some of you like it and again thank you so much for taking the time to read. 

People always seemed to be intimated by you for some reason. Each time you walked the halls people gave you this strange look as if they couldn’t understand you, as if you weren’t like them in anyway. Which is why you never had any friends your freshman year of high school. None. Not a soul wanted to sit beside you in class, you were usually left with empty seats on either side of you. During lunch it was the same, you’d sit at the end of a table while the other students filled the seats on the other side. At first you didn’t seem to mind, it’s not like your main focus in high school was to have tons of friends and as your mother would say “experience the best years of your life”. What you really wanted was to focus on grades and getting the perfect GPA. But eventually the emotionless attitude wore out and the suppressed feelings from being an outcast caught up to you..

The first half of your freshman year was outstanding in grades but a complete failure in making any friends or feeling good about yourself, feeling happy.

The only friends you had were books, you’d stay almost everyday after school reading or spending extra time with a teacher to get ahead in the class. Which is how you ran into the one person who would change everything for you.

Jeon Jungkook was popular since birth, or so the rumors went, he was admired by everyone. Every single person in the high school knew him, including the upperclassmen. They loved the bad boy vibes he had, his leather jackets and boots, his one earring he wore, his dark hair and eyebrows, the intimidating and menacing look he had. He was most known for his skills in sports and dating girls older than him. You had three classes with the guy but never paid him any attention, he was loud and obnoxious and it annoyed you. Of course he had the looks, and the body but with his cocky attitude none of it appealed to you. As far as you knew he didn’t even know you existed, if you passed by it was like nothing, he was oblivious to your presence. So for you he didn’t matter.

It was a regular day for you, you were putting your books away in your locker, the halls were empty and everyone had left long ago. You were getting ready to leave yourself. You didn’t hear when Jungkook came marching down the hallway, his face red and full of rage, his big fists clenching at his sides ready to punch anything that was in his way. All you heard was the loud slam of your locker in your face and its echo filling the hallway. You’d expect a scream or squeal to escape your lips but your mouth stayed shut.

“Oh shit! I’m sorry are you hurt?!” Jungkook quickly asks once he see’s someone behind the locker he just punched, his voice trembling still with anger but now more worried. He focuses on you now to see if he did hurt you in anyway and was completely taken back, the sight of you quickly dissolved all the anger he was feeling before and replaced it with something else.

You didn’t hear a word he said, you didn’t even see who it was exactly. You had your eyes closed tight and your hands up to your ears to block out any sound, all you heard was the rapid beating of your heart, it wasn’t even in sync the beating was all over the place.

He touches your shoulder and you open your eyes. They widened when you recognized the guy in front of you. Jungkook was speaking to you his lips moving fast and his brows furrowed displaying a look of full worry and hopelessness. But you couldn’t hear him you still had your ears covered and you were still shaking. He touches your shoulder again and stands closer to you, he only said one word this time and you knew that word. Your name. Jungkook knew your name.

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Dean/Cas: Bright Star

Professor!Cas AU inspired by this post. 1.7K.

“Dr. Novak?” Dean calls quietly as he opens the office door. It’d normally be rude to walk in like this but he figures it’s an exception with Castiel.

The room is darkened save for the sunlight streaming in through the wrap-around window, and from the desk pushed up against the wall comes a low, warm voice. “Good afternoon, Dean.”

God, that voice. Dean blushes a little, then stammers, “Hey, thank you again for, um- For letting me make this up.”

“You’re welcome,” Castiel replies, and oh, so that’s what people meant when they said a smile could light up a room.

Okay, so maybe Dean’s got a crush but honestly, who wouldn’t after meeting the guy? With the gravel-rough voice and five o’clock shadow and nerdy ties that are always on backwards. He’s somehow hot and endearing all at once and Dean is basically a walking cliché.

To be fair, there were times when Dean felt like they could’ve been more in a parallel universe - one where they’re classmates, or childhood friends, or total strangers who meet on the street. Dean would have been infatuated either way and had something realistic to pin his hopes on.

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Aoi Shouta LIVE 2017 WONDER lab. ~prism~ Osaka/Tokyo 2017-02-04/2017-02-12 - Report


Two reports in one post! The majority of the live was similar ✨
Osaka parts will be in italics, Tokyo in bold, plain text means it happened in both lives!
Most the official photos I’ve used here are mainly from Tokyo.

As usual not 100% accurate!

At Tokyo Live

*Thanks to those who responded to my post! ^^*
So I got to my seat and after I was ready I messaged @jeanette-ting seeing if she got to her’s ok (we applied for tickets separately so never got to sit together 😢 ).

And not long after she told me she spotted Chiharu!!!
Here are screenshots of our convo 😂Thought it’d be easier than trying to explain it all lol
Hopefully it’s not too small and you can all read it! (Probably better to read on mobile devices since you can zoom in!)

Please excuse the spelling mistakes, as you can tell I was really excited 😂😂

And~ then the live started!

If only I could have recorded him 😂

It’s not in the convo but I also saw Agematsu Noriyasu, BROCCOLI’s composer (third photo) he was sitting next to Naru, Shoutan’s kouhai in S Inc (second photo).
And I couldn’t tell who it was next to Agematsu-san, but since they were next to him and Naru, I guessed it must be Satou Hiromi, S Inc’s president (third photo).
Araki Hirofumi, Kento’s actor in Smile Mermaid was also there (last photo)

I seen Japanese fan reports saying that Onoken was also there but I never seen him.


The live started with a video of painter/artist Shoutan in an art studio. His Budokan Prince outfit was also displayed in the room ☺️
He was drawing a white, space-like outfit.
He then turns and look straight to the camera with this expression (noticing us)

(ok not 100% this expression, he was more happy looking) and then he smiled beautifully~

Suddenly he sees something unusual and wiped his eyes to check that he wasn’t seeing things. Sparkles started coming out from the drawing, he then smiled again
Then Shoutan appeared on stage in that white outfit!!!

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Greedy: Adam Driver x Reader.

A/N: ok let me just start off by saying- this is my absolute favorite picture of Adam! idk why but it’s my number one! now second off- I guess we can call this an AU??? is that how AU’s work??? also note that in this fic Adam is a completely normal person. he’s not some famous person. he’s just a normal SINGLE man. I decided to take this route because I personally think it’s cheesy and cliche to do the whole fame thing from any angle whether you’re both famous and costars, or he’s dating you in secret to protect you from the public or his fans. not shitting on anyone else but it think its dumb… so I chose something different, but to each their own. this is chapter one by the way! if this is something y’all like… then I will totally continue! this is definitely a new world for me and I’m excited to explore it.

Sidebar: if you haven’t heard the song greedy from Ariana Grande then the title won’t make sense to you. It’s a cute little song and it’s super upbeat! I love it! 

link to Ariana Grande- Greedy

in case the first link won’t work.

Warnings: none

words: 1.4k

It was an average Friday night and you really had no plans to go anywhere. While your roommate was out with her girlfriend you sat on your bed painting your nails a pretty shade of barbie pink. Admiring how glossy they looked under your light, you smiled. When you had nothing to do you always pampered yourself, doing things you didn’t have time for during the week. Before your nails, you sat in front of your mirror doing your make up for no reason other than you wanted to look good for yourself. It made you chipper inside feeling your false lashes flutter every time you blinked.

Letting your nails dry, you carefully slipped out of your silky robe and slipped on a simple pink cami-style dress. You were planning on having a movie marathon all to yourself and couldn’t decide between Star wars or Harry potter, both franchises you loved dearly. Though you were staying in for the night, you couldn’t have a movie marathon without snacks! Slipping on your little silver jelly flats and grabbing your purse, you made your way to the grocery store.

For a Friday night, the parking lot was practically empty, leaving you with all the good up front parking. Looking around you grabbed a jar of big dill pickles, a bag of frozen extra crispy fries, and a bottle of vegan ranch. The only thing that was missing… was the popcorn. Walking down the snack aisle you noticed a lot of the product had not been down stocked yet.

There on the top shelf was one last bag of your favorite pre-popped popcorn; white cheddar skinny pop. giddy, you reached up for the bag only to have it snatched before your eyes. Your smile dropped as you watched in horror. A man many feet taller than you had taken the one thing you wanted most.

“Hey- um- I was kinda going to buy that.” you said timidly.

He stopped pushing his cart and turned to face you. As if in a cheesy movie everything moved in slow motion and you felt your heart leap into your throat. He peered down at you with glittering honey cocoa colored eyes, dark thick raised brows and pouty luscious pink lips. His skin was sprinkled with pale little freckles and beauty marks. his nose was rather large and protruding and so were his ears hidden under his long deep brown locks. Parts of his hair was pushed over to one side giving his scalp a more fabulous volumized look that was only complimented by his facial hair.

“Oh my bad.” his voice was different, deep and unlike anything you had ever heard before. It was strange at first, and almost funny.

“It’s fine, but can I have that bag… since I’m cute.” you smiled.

He laughed, and it was the most pleasant sound you had ever heard. “I’ll give you the cute part, but I’m not giving you the popcorn, lady.”

“What!” you jumped. “But that’s the last bag of skinny pop!”

“Which is exactly why I’m not giving it to you,” the giant scoffed.

You balled your hands into fist trying not to make a scene over popcorn. “I like skinny pop because it’s vegan and low in calories.”

He rolled his. “Maybe that’s why I like it too.”

Now you were the one to laugh.  “You mean to tell me a big guy like you is trying to watch his figure?!”

“Maybe!” he snarled. “You don’t know me!”

Grinding your teeth you dropped to mega bitch level. “Give me the damn bag of skinny pop or I’m going to scream.”

“Yeah sure.” he said sarcastically.


He narrowed his eyes. “You won’t”

“Bet. 2”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “Go on.”

“Last chance. 3”

“I said-”

On the top of your lungs, you let out an ear-splitting shriek making everyone around the two of you stop.


Instantly the man began to shush you. “Ok! Ok! Ok!”

He reached into his cart handing you the bag. “Here take the damn bag of popcorn! Just stop screaming!”

“Thank you.” you smiled sweetly, then walked away.

“Uh- yeah! Your welcome!” he shouted awkwardly.

Browsing harmless down every aisle, you searched the shelves for anything that could be new. You really didn’t need anything but the snacks you came for.

Sighing in realization, you moved to the tissue, paper towel, and toilet paper aisles to grab a couple boxes of puff plus. With the rainy days came mold and mildew and it was driving your allergies wild. Looking at all the cute designs you settled for a box with Moana, frozen, and rouge one on it. Your inner child cheered in excitement at the cool characters that covered each individual box.

Distracted by the designs of the boxes, you bumped your cart into the back of someone. Startled and embarrassed you whipped your head up.

“Oh- I’m so-”

“Great. It’s you.” Said the big burly man from earlier.

You stayed silent, eyeing him with so much shade as he reached for a big pack of paper towels.

“What- you want these too?!” He snipped. “Because if you’re going to scream again I’ll just get you a pack from the top then.”

“No!” You scoffed.

He nodded his head as he pushed his cart getting as far away from you as he could. Cheeks tinting every shade of pink, you rushed to the checkout.

The lines were short and in no time you free. It was halfway to your car when you spotted the man from a second ago. He was loading his bags in his black SUV. His lips were pressed together in a thin line and his expression was frustrated.

You felt guilty for bothering him the way you did. He was probably the sweetest most giving man in the world and you felt as if you were the reason he was frustrated. Reaching into the back of the car, you pulled out the bag of skinny pop. The bag belonged to him.

Carefully approaching him, you thought about what you would say. How were you going to apologize?

“Uh- hi.” You said softly.

He dropped the bag he had in his hand back into the cart. He rolled his eye and shifted his jaw, very annoyed.

“What do you want now?”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you offered him the bag of popcorn. “Here.”

He looked down surprised and refused your offer. “I can’t take that from you. I didn’t pay for it.”

“I know, but it was yours originally,” you muttered. “I’m sorry.”

His brows creased. “It’s ok. It’s not that big of a deal -I mean- it was back in there (the store), but that’s over with.”

“Yeah I know but it wasn’t right,” you pressed, “I should’ve never thrown a fit over a damn bag of popcorn!”

“Really you shouldn’t have, but you did.” he nodded.

You leaned up against his SUV avoiding his gaze. Those judging eyes of his were too much to take and you were still ashamed of how you acted towards him. You were a grown woman, still very young, but grown nonetheless!

“I’m not always like that. In fact, I’m never like that.” your voice carried out just above a whisper.

“I believe you,” he replied just as soft.

You frowned, taking in a shaky breath. He was just being nice so you’d leave him alone, no doubt about it. You were really bummed out that you had blown a possible chance of meeting someone new. You could tell by looking at him that he was a good person who had a good head on his shoulders and that’s what you needed. His looks were like nothing you had seen before and that's made him attractive to you.

Apologizing again once again you turned on your heel to head back to your car. You had done enough to the poor guy and you wanted to just let him carry on with the rest of his night. The last thing you needed was to make things worse for him.

“Uh-” he called out. “I’m Adam… by the way.”

You stopped, casting your head over your left shoulder. “Adam. It’s nice to meet you, Adam. I’m (y/n).”

“Hey, do you like Pad thai?” he asked almost uncomfortably.

“I-i love pad thai.” you sang.

Adam smiled. “Well- are you doing anything right now… cause if not I know this Thai restaurant that makes the best damn pad thai in the world. That if you’re hungry.”

“I’m always hungry.” you said half joking.

“Great! We could head there now if you’d like!”

My Wife

Prompt: The first time Owen refers to Amelia as, “my wife.”

I’m baaaaaack. Well, kind of. I don’t really know much, but I know I missed writing. A

Owen Hunt was not one to flaunt his relationships all over town. He appreciated the intimacy of a bond shared between two people, the closeness it brings to the couple. At the same time, he also had a very hard time not mounting his wife every second of the day. The way her scrubs molded against her shapely ass, how the vee of her collar would gape when she bent over, revealing a delicious view of her cleavage.

He was a firm believer in feminism and he knew firsthand that Amelia could stand up for herself, but occasionally he couldn’t help it. When a stranger’s eyes would linger on her petite frame a little too long he would slink an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Or when the waiter at dinner would shoot her a grin, Owen would reach across to intertwine their hands, making sure to flaunt her white gold band.

But Amelia Shepherd was not going to stand around while he figuratively peed all over her. She was no one’s territory to be marked, and he knew that damn well. Yet he had an inkling that a small part of her enjoyed his jealousy and possessive nature when it came to her. The glint in her eye, and the super hot sex, were a dead giveaway that she wasn’t completely against his behaviour.

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I'm A Little Awkward, But Most People Like Me

Pairing: Yixing/Baekhyun
Rating: pg-13
Genre: online friendship? 

Summary: Baekhyun’s a little awkward, spends too much time reading smutty gay fanfiction, and doesn’t think twice before flying across the country to meet his favorite author.

Originally posted by junyeol

He’s staring at the screen, the little line blinking, taunting him. He wants to say something. Anything. But what? Is it weird if he just gushes? Can he do that? Hi you don’t know me but I love ur fics and ur a great writer and i think i love you please be my friend. He quickly backspaces. “Definitely can’t send that.”

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icynovas  asked:

152, strifentine. or 39, teraqua.

39: “I wish we could stay like this forever.” -  Terqua 

First and foremost I just wanna say… the (considerably shorter) Strifentine fic response to your other prompt suggestion is also coming, I just figured this post was long enough already without it and I felt bad for making you wait forever for anything as is.  So, super sorry for the delay… the more I wrote the more emotionally invested I got in this thing, and the more important it became to me that I did it right.  The prompt felt like it fit really easily into the rosy lens of pre-canon, so of course I had to frame it with horrible angst not helped by the fact that my most recent encounter with Terqua content was 2.8.  Oops. Either way, hope you like, and here you go:

In the realm of darkness memory was a tangible feature of the environment.  The long years spent submerged in that chaotic abyss had done little to teach Aqua anything about its function, but she had learned that much at least.  Sometimes she found she’d walked unknowing into others’ memories - shards of old worlds long forgotten by those who lived in light, pockets of existence where bell-towers tolled on endlessly and fires burned on loop without ever going out. Sometimes she got lost in them, turned around in city blocks that had twisted into mazes after an eternity of floating in the corrosive ebb and flow of the shadow.

In here, she had nothing else but time, so eventually she always found her way back out.

But the most dangerous memories to be lost in, by far, were her own.  Most often, in the rare hours she stole of sleep, she sunk deep into dreams so real she woke still feeling the ghost of another’s touch on her skin, still tasting the almost-forgotten flavor of her favorite foods on her tongue.

And sometimes the dreams crept into her waking hours.

First, the featureless darkness around her would shift and mold, just on the edges of her vision where she wouldn’t notice right away.  As she wandered onward it gradually took familiar shapes and forms and the dread in her heart would grow.  Then she’d see a movement, turn around, keyblade crystallizing beneath her fingertips, ready to fight off another of the endless horrors that stalked her every hour, and find instead that she was in a place that couldn’t possibly exist - either not down here or not at all anymore.

Sometimes, she couldn’t even tell the difference.  Sometimes, when the landscape shifted and shed its oppressive lack of color, taking on vivid hues now so bright to her eyes that they all but blinded her, she couldn’t be sure if she’d just wandered into another pocket, or if her weariness had overcome her will at last and dragged her into slumber somewhere between footfalls.  

This was one of those times.

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Being a black woman in Japan

Sorry, this is gonna be a super long rant but I have been living in Japan for a year now (I’ll be leaving soon) and I just wanna share my experiences with Japanese men for all you awesome Black women out there. Firstly, I am a 26 year old black woman with dark brown skin and short 4c/4b hair (but I often wear braids). Since I’ve been in Asia, I’ve had nothing but positive experiences. 

I work in a Japanese company and during my first nomikai (drinking meetup with co-workers), my boss point-blank asked me to pick which one of our male coworkers that I would consider dating and was trying to push the idea of me and one of the “tall and hot” Japanese coworkers getting together (I’m 5ft8 and he is taller which is rare in Japan. Btw, he wasn’t at the meet up that day). Not to mention one of my supervisors who’s nice but has barely had a conversation with me cause he’s so awkwardly shy with me, yet strangely would ask me about me going on a date with my fiance and stuff (lol what the heck, I’ve never had a fiance). 

Being 5ft8 has been both a blessing and curse in Japan. Over the last year, a lot of Japanese men have literally gasped and commented over how long my legs are (especially when I wear slim fitting or high waisted pants). I think its a turn on for them lol. Sadly, a lot of guys are just way way too short for me. (2 or 3 inches shorter is ok). I have one experience with a shorter guy. He was a short, little guy but his body was fit (being a firefighter and all) and his face was…sexy, lol. We met through the “hellotalk” app to study English/japanese and met up only twice and both times, when the conversation would pause he’d be staring at me so intensely, I seriously wanted to run into a corner and hide. Just too much sexual tension lol. Btw, he also paid for our meals and drinks and told me that I was beautiful within the first minute that we met. His confidence was really sexy.

One of my other experiences is with a guy (my height), who was standing next to me and my coworkers at one of my favourite Japanese musician’s live. After talking that day, he offered to be my tour guide around the city and everytime we met afterwards he always insisted on paying for my food and even though I was always late meeting him, he would never get angry. I just thought that he was an overly nice guy but turns out that he actually liked me and he confessed that if he hadn’t assumed that I had a boyfriend he would have been more aggressive in chasing me (unfortunately, I’m not attracted to him).

But the most unforgettable experience was actually on a prior trip to Japan a few years ago. The guesthouse I was staying in on my last day in Japan, didn’t have any guests apart from me so the owner (who was 27 yrs) paid extra attention to me including giving me a ride to the bank on the back of his motorcycle, taking me to his favourite local bar and afterwards a european style bar since I mentioned that I like Sangria (I think my accomodation fee got cancelled out by him paying for everything lol). While having Sangria, a dvd special of Girls Generation was playing on the bar tv. He kept glancing between the girls on the tv and me until he finally asked if I wore makeup. I’m not really a make-up girl (only for events and stuff) so I told him I just wear the basic eyeliner. I couldn’t believe what he said next. This foo actually told me he thought I was more beautiful than k or j pop girls. At first, I thought he was flattering me but he was dead serious. I was so shook all I could say was “thank you”. As the night went on and thanks to a little alcohol, he got bold enough to tell me that he liked me and even asked if someone like him had a chance with a girl as “beautiful and intelligent” as me (whuh? Im just an average black girl. I’ll admit the intelligent part lol). Since I moved to Japan last year, we had a chance to meet up again after two years and I could tell that he still likes me (sadly I dont like him that way). 

Before visiting Japan or Asia (I have some experiences with Taiwanese men as well), I never imagined that there would be guys genuinely interested in an average Black girl like me. But through my own interaction with people, I discovered that if you’re a woman, even a Black woman, there’s gonna be Asian men, Black men, White men, essentially straight men who are naturally attracted to you. Girls, don’t pay attention to things like ideal types or someone not seeming like they like Black women. Sometimes it’s the guys, in this case, asian guys that you least expect that secretly or not so secretly have a crush on you. I don’t think any of the guys that expressed interest in me, particularly had an explicit interest in Black girls or ever imagined dating one. Heck, they couldn’t even speak a lick of English (just you’re local boys with few or no foreign friends yet the feels was real (on their part). Which btw, it’s good to study foreign languages cause you never know, one day you might get love confessions in korean or polish, lol. 

So that’s my experience in Japan (I might right one for Korea as well). I hope this gives all you fellow black girls confidence in your beauty, intelligence and charm whatever country you're living in.

Relocated [1/10]

Summary: Reader recently moved to another city. She meets a man, spends a day with him at an iconic tourist location, and the story goes…

Pairing: Modern!Steve Rogers x Reader AU

Warnings: Extremely cliché, slight cursing

Word Count: 3,003

Author’s Note: This is heavily inspired by Before We Go and Playing It Cool. I’m a romcom fanatic, so this will be the most cliché of the clichés. Hope it ain’t too bad?

Originally posted by forassgard

Your name: submit What is this?

It was only 9AM in the morning and the sky was a beautiful blue, not a cloud to be seen. With a groan, Y/N slowly sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. As her sleepiness washed away, the sight before her made her drop her head back onto her pillow with a whine. Boxes. Boxes everywhere. Having only moved a few days ago, she hasn’t had the time to unpack and sort everything out yet. Her arms dangled off the side of her twin size bed as she stared at the ceiling, trying to plan out her day. I should unpack and put everything in place today, she thought. Y/N turned her head to the right and looked out the window. The sun was shining brightly and she could hear the faint chirping of birds outside.

“Fuck it,” she muttered. “The weather’s too good to be cooped up inside.”

Decision made, she tossed her blanket aside and dragged herself to the bathroom to freshen up. Twenty minutes and a bowl of cereal later, she’s ready to take on the day. Dressed in a plain white V-neck and a pair of dark wash jeans with an army green backpack slung over her shoulders, she slipped her feet into a pair of sneakers and was off to explore her new home – the city of San Francisco.

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Don't judge a book by it's cover - Marcel (Harry Styles)

Guess who’s back. Back again. Marcel’s back. lol remember Marcel the nerd? Im bringing him back and tbh i think this is the best smut I’ve ever written and I hope you enjoy it :) all the love kittens!

Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to y/n
Happy Birthday to you!’
I wake up to my parents and my little brother singing the Happy Birthday song to me. Shit with all these exams and tons of homework I had totally forgotten about my birthday and the worst part is that I have no idea how to celebrate it.
‘Make a wish honey.’ My mom is holding the cake right in front of me, so I can blow all the candles. Well I don’t have to make a wish I have everything I need. A happy family that loves me, great friends, my crazy best friend Julie, good grades. When I blow the candles dad kisses me on my cheek.
‘Congratulations sweetheart, you’re officially an adult now. How does it feel to be 18?’
Right before I answer my eyes dart from my dad to the clock on the table beside the bed.
‘Late.’ I quickly get up and go to the bathroom. Today is special, but I want to keep it casual. I don’t want to wear a short slutty dress or high heels, it’s not me. A simple shirt and jeans will do. Simple eyeliner, mascara and since my hair is naturally a little bit wavy I don’t spend much time on them, just a decent side pony tail.
It takes me at least thirty minutes to get ready for school. Well it looks like I’m not going to be late after all. After I grab my school bag I go downstairs to the kitchen. Mom is cooking breakfast, dad is reading the newspaper and Mike… . well no one really knows what he’s doing most of the time.
‘Mom it smells great, but I don’t have time for breakfast so… bye.’
‘No wait.’ She says. ‘I almost forgot, tell your friends to come over tonight, you’re having a pool party.’
What? For real? I’m screaming inside. ‘Mom I have tons of friends. Besides we have a lot to do in order to have a pool party, we have to find drinks, food, music –’
‘Already done. Dad and I talked with Julie and that young man Zayn right, and they helped us a lot. They organized everything and we just paid.’
Ok I think I’m going to fangirl hard now. I’m usually the quiet type of girl, but right now I couldn’t care less.
‘Oh mom thank you thank you thank you soo much.’ I kiss her cheek and run in the kitchen again to thank dad. It’s the best day ever.
‘Ok now I have to go and tell my classmates about the party and oh my god it’s the best day of me life.’ I scream and then run out of the house to the bus station without even saying goodbye. Yeah I forgot because I’m so excited.
Ok now let’s see … history first. Yes finally an easy subject and I can also have a small talk with those two fuckers who kept this party a secret. Oh how much I love them. When I’m about to close the locker everything goes dark.
‘Who’s this?’ I hear a voice whisper in my ear. I’d recognize this voice everywhere. I grab his hands and remove them from my eyes. When I turn around I see a super happy Zayn. He’s smiling one of those smiles that you can see his tongue a bit through his teeth and it’s super cute.
‘Happy birthday y/n!’ he hugs me and spins me around, not caring if everyone is watching, but we don’t care at all. We’re kinda the popular kids in school and we know almost everyone so we don’t mind.
‘Ahh thank you, you sweet butthead.’ I pinch his cheek playfully. ‘Where’s your hot girlfriend?’
‘She’s in the classroom. Come.’ Wow that’s the first time she’s not running around in the halls, or talking to different people. She’s even more popular than me, but I can’t blame them she’s hot. She’s not too tall, but not short, slim, tanned skin, long brown hair, with brown eyes. A smile to die for, white pearls. She’s in a relationship with Zayn, they have been for three years now and I hope they get married because they’re perfect for each other.
Talking about Zayn I’m still following him, until he stops at the door, which is closed and inside is quiet. A little too quiet than usual.
‘Ok guys what are you up to?’ I ask Zayn.
‘Open the door.’ He smiles.
I open the door and immediately all my classmates start singing that damn ‘Happy Birthday’ song. It’s really awkward, all I can do is stay like a statue and smile.
As I look around the classroom I notice Marcel in his desk writing on his notebook. What a nerd, but he seems nice and so innocent. I’ve never had a chance to talk to him, only a few times when I needed some help in math.
They finally finish the song and Julie runs towards me wrapping her arms around me.
‘Oh my little baby is eighteen I think I’m going to cry.’ I laugh at her words.
‘Come on you’re just a few months older than me. oh by the way thank you guys for the pool party.’
Zayn comes closer to Julie and wraps his arm around her waist. ‘We knew you’d forget it so we decided to organize everything for you.’
‘Yeah but it was Zayn’s idea.’ Julie says. Oh no not again.
‘But you helped a lot.’ Zayn says to her and then they kiss. Oh god I hate when that happens. Every time they kiss they don’t stop for literally 10 minutes and I know it’s nice to know that they love each other, but come on I’m jealous here because I’m still single. I’ve been single for a year now.
I cough awkwardly and they pull back.
‘Babe let’s go to the last desk, no one will disturb us there.’ And they leave. Well at least now I don’t have to watch them snog in front of me. Uh yeah I totally forgot to tell everyone about the party.
‘Hey can I have your attention please?’ I shout and everybody stops whatever they were doing. ‘So today it’s my birthday and I’m throwing a pool party. You’re all invited and make sure to be there at 6:00.’ The whole classroom is filled with happy cheers from the crazy teenagers except Marcel. Should I invite him? I don’t think he will fit in. I don’t think he will even show up, but why not invite him.
I walk towards his desk and then I stop right in front of him.
‘Hey Marcel?’
He raises his head and looks at me confused. ‘Yeah y/n how can I help you?’ He’s different from the other nerds, he seems more confident, but still a bit shy in a very cute way.
‘You’re invited too, you should come.’ I bite my lip.
‘Yeah sure, I’ll be there.’ He smiles showing all of his teeth and may I say it’s so cute and it’s the first time I notice his adorable dimples that make me want to poke his cheeks.
‘See you then.’ I go to my seat and take my history book out. After a few seconds Julie sits next to me and Zayn behind her.
‘Did you just invite Marcel? Please tell me you didn’t.’ she says.
‘I did.’
She groans. ‘Great.’
‘Come on he’s not that bad, he just needs some … fashion advices.’
‘Girl even if Giorgio Armani himself gave him advices he’d still be hopeless.’ Then Zayn laughs and gives her a hi-5.
‘Don’t be mean, he’s a nice guy.’
‘Hey can we please stop talking about Marcel? I’d rather hear the teacher blabbing about World War II.’ Zayn says.
We all stop talking about Marcel and let the rest of the day pass.

After school I decide to walk home, because I need some fresh air. As I mumble a song to myself I see Marcel getting out of a tattoo shop. Holy shit what’s a nerd like him doing there and judging by the way he’s talking to those boys covered in tattoos they must be great friends, but how? Why? … How? It’s not like he has a toned body to have tattoos anyway, at least that’s what it looks like.
I keep walking anyway, I don’t have time to chat I have to get ready.
Julie and I are getting ready for the party and the guests should be here by now. She comes out of the bathroom wearing a very sexy black and white bikini, while I’m wearing a simple baby blue bathing suit that covers my boobs and ass. Never had time to buy a new one.
‘Oh god, I knew you we’re going to wear that so I brought you something.’ She starts digging in her bag for something. ‘Got it. Ta da!’ she’s holding a pink bikini with white dots and it’s rather hot.
‘Dude you got great boobs and a great ass, why do you keep covering them?’
‘I don’t know, I just don’t feel comfortable.’
‘Yeah yeah, come on now wear this and I’ll wait downstairs. By the way where are your parents and your brother?’
‘Oh they’re at my grandparents. They think I’m mature enough to have the house to myself for one night.’
‘Girl lucky you, my parents don’t think I’m mature enough to boil water.’ She shakes her head and then leaves the room.
I take off that horrible bathing suit and wear Julie’s bikini. Damn I look hot and it’s the first time I show my breasts and a bit of my behind. As I keep checking myself out in the mirror the doorbell rings, that’s probably Zayn.
I run downstairs to see who that is and I was right, it’s Zayn making out with Julie again, his hands squeezing her ass.
‘Ok I get it, you love to exchange saliva, but please do it when you’re alone.’
‘Oh y/n we’re going to do more than just exchanging saliva when we’re alone’ He winks.
I roll my eyes at them and go to the back yard, where the pool is. It’s so perfect. All the drinks and food are inside and Zayn is going to be the Dj along with his friend and they’re going to be outside.
It’s 6:00 so people should be here by now.
Now it’s almost 6:38 and the party has officially started. I stayed inside the house most of the time, because I had to take care of the guests. Now they’re all here except him. I was sure he wasn’t gonna show up, but he promised.
‘Still waiting for your geek charming?’ Julie whispers in my ear.
‘Pff no I just came here to get a drink.’ I lie. I am a bit upset he didn’t come.
Suddenly the doorbell rings and Julie runs to open it.
‘Where is y/n?’ I hear him saying. Oh god he came. I feel much happier now.
‘Sh-she is i-in the ki-kitchen.’ Why is she talking like this? Oh nevermind I want to see Marcel right now, I’m so curious.
Julie comes in the kitchen and behind her there’s a guy I’ve never seen before. No it can’t be, he can’t be Marcel. Marcel is not … like that.
‘Happy birthday y/n!’ he whispers. Fuck me he is Marcel. He’s wearing normal clothes, a nice shirt, dark jeans and white converse. His hair is all messy now and a bit curly, not perfect and with tons of hair gel like everyday at school, but the best part is that now I can see his eyes. They’re so beautiful and did I mention they’re green? I have I thing for boys with green eyes.
‘Thank you.’ I whisper back, shocked of course.
‘Ermm look I’m sorry I didn’t buy you a present, but I didn’t have much time and I also didn’t know what to buy. I’ll give you a decent present one of these days, I promise.’
Ugh boy just looking at you is my present. You’re so hot it hurts.
‘It’s ok, ermm did you bring swimming trunks?’
‘Yes, in my bag pack. Where should I change?’
Oh boy you can change right here in front of me. ‘Upstairs in my room, I don’t mind.’
He nods and I grab his hand taking him in my bedroom upstairs. I let him get in the room and I wait for him outside in the hall.
After five minutes he’s out and oh god he’s so sexy. He’s so fit and his body is covered in tattoos and he has a never-ending torso and his happy trail makes him even sexier. My eyes go from his belly button down to his happy trail and to the waistband of his trunks. I can even see a hint of his pubic hair and oh god I don’t even want to get started with his damn v-lines. He looks like a sexy greek god.
‘Close your mouth love.’ He says and puts his index under my chin to close it. ‘Let’s go downstairs.’ He grabs my hand and takes me downstairs and I’m really sorry, but I can’t just not stare at his fine ass as he walks.
When we get to the back yard everyone just keeps staring at Marcel. Who can blame them though, just look at him.
‘Hey do you mind if I go for a swim y/n I won’t be late.’
‘Okay.’ I whisper and there he goes. I let out a sigh in happiness.
‘Girl that’s the nerd.’ Julie says to me waking me up from my daydream.
‘No shit Sherlock. See? I told you he was not that bad.’ Not bad at all actually.
‘I never thought I’d say this one day, but he looks hot. And where did those tattoos come from?’ Oh so that’s what he was doing in that tattoo shop today, that’s why he knew everybody, because he’s a regular client.
‘Mmmm,’ I bite my lip. ‘he looks yummy.’
‘Well what are you waiting for, take him upstairs.’
‘What? No! … I mean …not yet.’ We both giggle. ‘Besides I don’t even know if he likes me.’
‘Pfff please I saw the way he was staring at your boobs in the kitchen.’ He what? Ok I didn’t notice that. Maybe because I was too busy checking him out.
‘Ladies what’s going on here?’ Zayn comes out of nowhere.
‘y/n wants to fuck Marcel!’
Damn you Julie and your big mouth. ‘I didn’t say that.’
‘Nah I noticed that too, you like him so what are you waiting for? Take him upstairs and you know talk for a bit, get to know each other and then ask him questions about his sexual life so things will get hot and then start acting.’ Zayn says. Hmm this might work now that I’m thinking about it.
‘Aw Zayn you’re so smart for a butthead.’ I pinch his cheek again.
‘Damn y/n you’re been doing that since third grade, stop.’ He jokes.
‘Never. Now you two go snog somewhere and leave me alone with Marcel. Oh and can you please put like a sexy song or something?’ I turn around and see that Marcel is already out of the pool and is rubbing his body with a blue towel. The only thing that’s ruining the view are the girls around him, talking to him. Ugh they didn’t even know he existed until now. I walk towards him and grab his hand.
‘Wow slow down.’ I hear him say behind me.
I stop and turn around to face him. My eyes meet his and our lips are a couple of inches away from each other.
‘Dance with me.’ I whisper as I hear the song ‘The Way’ start playing.
‘I don’t know how.’ He says. I’m just so lucky, he’s so fun to play with.
I grab his hands and put his arms around my waist. He swallows hard when I put my arms around his neck.
‘Just follow my movements.’ I say and start moving my hips. He hesitates at first, but then starts moving with me. I feel his arms pulling me closer to his burning body and I bury my face in the crook of his neck.
‘I really like you y/n.’ I hear him say in my ear and I raise my head to meet his eyes.
‘What? Why?’
‘Come on, I know what everybody thinks about me. The geek of the class who fantasises about the popular girls, that only reads books all day long and has never had his first kiss, never had sex, never had a girlfriend … well actually those are true, but I mean I can be like other guys. I can date, have a girlfriend, please them.’
My eyes widen when I hear the last word. ‘P-please them? You know how?’
He laughs. ‘Well I’m not that experienced, but I’m more than willing to learn. Plus I know that when the time comes everything will happen naturally.’ He pauses for a few seconds and then continues. ‘What about you? Are you experienced?’
Oh fuck I did not see that coming. ‘Yeah a bit, why are you so interested?’ I bat my eyelashes and smile at him.
‘Just curious.’
Ok y/n it’s now or never. ‘Erm Marcel would you … like to go upstairs in my room?’
He nods and I take his hand to lead him upstairs. I see Julie in the kitchen straddling Zayn and grinding on him. Oh god these two horny fuckers are going to kill me.
‘I have a guest room you know!’ I yell at them and they just give me the finger, without breaking the kiss. Well at least I tried.
Anyway once we’re inside my room I lock the door. We don’t want people to disturb us now do we? I sit on the edge of the bed and pat the spot next to me, so Marcel can sit there.
‘So Marcel I’ve always been curious about your … love life.’
He frowns. ‘Yeah I don’t have one. Yet.’
‘Well I just want to ask you a few questions, that’s all.’ I put my hand on his thigh. ‘Is that alright?’
He swallows and nods.
‘Well I want to know … have you ever kissed a girl? Not make out with tongue and stuff, just a simple kiss.’
He nods again. ‘Yeah a few years ago, but it was a dare for her.’ Oh poor girl, she probably had no idea how hot he was.
‘Have you ever wanted to kiss me?’ I move a bit so I can get closer to him. All I get is a nod.
I bite my lip. ‘Have you ever had fantasies about me?’ he nods again. I like where this is going.
‘Have ever you touched yourself while thinking about me?’ He swallows again and blushes, it’s so adorable. Well I’ll take that as a yes. I get up and straddle him and his eyes widen. I grab his hands and put them on my ass.
‘Hold me or I’ll fall.’ I wink then I wrap my arms around his neck, so my breasts are right in front of his pretty face.
‘Have you ever thought about my breasts?’
‘Yeah.’ Finally. I thought he had forgotten how to talk, my sweet little dork.
‘Really? So what do you think?’ I see him staring at them in amusement.
‘I love them.’ Oh shit I’m getting too excited.
‘But Marcel you haven’t seen anything yet.’ I pout. ‘Here.’ I pull the strings of the bra and take them off. I throw it somewhere on the floor, while Marcel’s eyes widen even more and I can feel his boner against my core.
‘You like?’ I say as I bat my eyelashes at him and he only nods.
Well let’s get to the business now. ‘Touch them.’
‘What?’ he almost yells.
‘You said you were willing to learn and I’m willing to teach you. Touch them.’ I grab one of his hands and put it on my left breast. ‘Come on Marcel, play with it. I know you want to.’
He smirks at me and starts squeezing it and pinching my nipple. Then he brings his other and starts squeezing both of my boobs and this is the first time that I actually notice how big and smooth his hands are. He can do miracles to a women’s body with those hands, he just doesn’t know it yet.
‘Kiss me Marcel.’ I come closer to his face and lick his lips with the tip of my tongue. My Lord they’re so plump and pink and soft and ugh.
‘I don’t know how to, I guess you’ll have to teach me.’ he says.
I smirk. ‘Sure, you just have to open your mouth,’ I kiss his lips gently. ‘then I’ll open mine.’ I open my mouth and take his bottom lip between mine, kissing him. ‘Then our tongues dance around each other, like this. Stick out your tongue.’
He sticks out his tongue a bit and I stick mine out and start swirling it around his a few times then I suck his tongue a little and pull back.
‘See? It’s easy let’s try this again.’ I kiss him again and open my mouth waiting for his tongue. I can tell that he’s hesitating, but he puts it inside anyway, dancing with mine violently.
I feel his hands grab my waist and throw me on the bed. He lays next to me, popped up on his elbow and starts kissing me again. I tug on his hair and he groans in my mouth. Fuck that was so hot. I feel his hand go down south, touching my body. My breasts, my tummy, my thighs.
‘Please Marcel, touch me.’
‘Where?’ he asks, but I’m not sure if he is serious or he’s just teasing me.
‘Pussy. Oh please.’ He kisses me again and spreads my legs. I feel his hand rubbing me through the material. ‘No stop!’
He immedialety stops, shocked. ‘What did I do wrong?’
‘Oh babe you didn’t do anything wrong, but I want to go first. Come on take off those swimming trunks and sit on my studying table.’ I stand up and remove the books and laptop from the table so Marcel can sit there, when I’m done I turn around and I see him standing naked in front of me. My eyes widen as I see his boner, it’s bigger than I thought. Big and may I say yummy as fuck, with a vein around it. He has a bit of pubic hair above it, but it makes him even sexier.
‘Come sit on the table and spread your legs a bit.’ He sits and spreads his long legs just like I told him to. I place my hands on each side of him and kiss his neck. I keep sucking a spot at the crook of his neck until I make sure I’ve left my mark on him.
I go down to his collar bones and do the same, licking and kissing every inch of his skin. When I get to his nipples I swirl my tongue around each of them and suck them. Then I stop.
‘What are those, birth marks?’
‘No they’re nipples.’ He laughs. Four nipples? Why do I find so sexy and weird at the same time? Oh well.
I kiss both of his extra nipples and continue kissing all the way down to his pubic hair. I run the tip of my nose across it, smelling it. It smells great, it smells like Marcel and I love it.
‘Marcel you’ve never received a blowjob, have you?’
‘I just got my first kiss and you’re asking me about a blowjob?’
I laugh. ‘Sorry, it’s just that,’ I pause and stare at his cock. ‘it’s beautiful.’ I look at him and he blushes. ‘and also delicious.’
He laughes awkwardly. ‘Thank you I guess.’
I sit down on the chair between his legs and start kissing his thighs, until I arrive at the place he needs me most. I grab his cock in my hand and start pumping up and down slowly. Shit it’s so big. I see Marcel bitting his bottom lip, trying hard not to moan.
‘Babe you can moan, it’s ok. I’ll love it.’
‘I can’t, I’m too embarrassed.’ Ok fine then, I guess I’ll just have to help you. I stand up and take off the rest of the bikini and grab one of his hands. I put it right on my clit.
‘Rub it in circles slowly.’ I whisper in his ear. As soon as he starts rubbing me I moan in his ear.
‘Ahh fuck, just like that.’ My moans encourage him to go faster and I moan louder and then I grab his cock and start pumping again, faster this time.
‘Come on baby, I need to hear your moans ahhh.’
‘Oh shit y/n!’ he moans. Fuck me, that was the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard in my life. So deep, so husky, so sexy.
‘Mmm keep doing that.’ I say as I sit down again and waste no more time. “Hold my hair back Marcel.” He grabs my hair into a ponytail and once he has his fist around it I immediately put his cock in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his head and lightly suck on the tip. Then I lick up and down his shaft, running my tongue along the vein that is popping out. I take him in my mouth again and rub my tongue along the underside. Marcel bucks his hips a little, shoving himself farther in my mouth.
‘Oh shit I’m sorry, I just got carried away.’
I look up to see him. ‘Don’t apologize, it was hot.’
He looks sexy as hell when he’s frustrated. I wrap my lips around him again and bob my head up and down and rub with my hand the part that can’t fit in my mouth I bob my head for a couple minutes and he bucks his hips again so I’m deepthroating him. Shit he’s so big. I’m glad I did a bit of practice with my last boyfriend otherwise this would’ve caused my death. I grab his balls and stroke them with my hands. Marcel had his fingers tangled in my hair and he keeps moving my head faster and faster. I can feel he’s closer with every suck.
‘Fuck I’m coming!’ he moans. Shit that’s the first time I’ve heard him swear and it’s so hot. I feel his warm, salty juices down my throat and I try to swallow all of it. I’ve always had trouble with swallowing, but Marcel tastes good, so it’s not that hard this time.
‘Oh y/n that was so amazing.’ He says while breathing hard.
I get up and lay down on my bed. ‘Come here big boy, show me how willing you are to learn new stuff.’ He smiles his bring-it-smile and lays on top of me. Right before he kisses me I hear a knock on the door.
‘Girl if you’re going to fuck don’t forget the condoms.’ Oh shit I had totally forgotten about that, I got too carried away.
‘Marcel can you please get that?’ I give him my best puppy eyes.
He sighs ‘Fine.’ He gets up and walks towards the door. His butt is so cute and I’m just dying to squeeze it, but please let’s not talk about his shoulders oh God. I want to leave scratches all over his back. He closes the door and comes back to bed.
‘Give it to me.’ He gives me the condom and lays on top of me again, kissing me. It feels so good massaging his tongue with mine and he’s getting pretty good at this.
‘Kiss my neck.’ He lets go of my lips and starts kissing all over my neck while his hands worship the rest of my body. Then he sucks my sweet spot leaving his mark on me. This is revenge I suppose, but it’s ok I like it. After he makes sure that he has his mark now he licks the skin between my breasts and I tug on his curls.
‘Please go down Marcel, please.’ I beg. He smiles and takes one nipple in his mouth sucking it hard. A loud moan comes out of my mouth. Damn this kid learns so fast, it’s hard to keep up. He kisses and tugs on the other nipple with his teeth making me cry out in pain and pleasure at the same time. When he starts kissing down to my tummy I stop him.
‘Please stop and go between my thighs.’ He stops and without wasting anytime he goes where I told him to. He puts my thighs on his shoulders and starts kissing my thighs slowly and gently.
‘I’ve always wondered how it would be to have my head buried between your thighs.’ He says between every kiss, until he reaches my wet pussy. Just like I did with him before he nuzzles my pubic hair. It’s not much, just a bit and it’s soft. I wax only the lips ‘zone’ regulary.
‘Do I smell?’ I joke.
‘Mmhhmmm. You smell so good. Tell me what should I do now?’
‘You know where the clitoris is, right?’
He rolls his eyes. ‘I’m not that dumb you know.’
‘Ok sorry. Kiss it.’
I feel his warm and plump lips kiss my lower ones. Dang it I said the clit not the lips. He keeps kissing them gently going higher and higher. Then he runs the tip of his tongue between them going up to my bundle of nerves. He swirls his tongue around it a few times and then kisses it.
‘Shit, just like that, nice and slow.’ I moan with my eyes closed.
I feel the flat of his tongue rubbing my clit in circles, while rubbing my thighs with his huge hands. It’s driving me crazy. I want it fast, but at the same time I want to enjoy him there as much as I can. I look down and he’s staring at me with his gorgeous green eyes and I can come just by the sight.
‘You taste amazing.’ He mumbles against me and I smile at his words.
‘Ok now suck it.’ I order him. All this controlling thing is turning me on even more. He wraps his wet lips around the clit and sucks hard, while moaning against it.
‘Fuck!’ I curse and arch my back from the pleasure. He waits no more for my instructions and does everything he wants to me. Kissing, licking, sucking taking me closer and closer to my high. I leave the condom I have been holding in my hand so far, beside the pillow and dive both my hands in his crazy hair.
‘Marcel shit! Don’t stop I’m close.’ I scream and moan. My hips start moving against his face like they have a mind of their own. He keeps sucking and licking my clit and I feel that burning in my tummy and my mind ready to explode in a million pieces.
Just a bit more Marcel, please please please. Shit. I’m coming!
‘Ahhhh!’ I scream as loud as I can, tugging on his hair and squeezing his head between my thighs as he licks all my juices. I keep moaning over and over again until I come down from my high. Holy Christ what was that?
‘So how was it?’ I hear Marcel say from down there. I bite my lip smiling.
‘Good boy. Come here.’ He comes on top of me again and I kiss him. The kiss is kind of lazy because I’m so tired. Mmm I can taste myself in his tongue, it’s kinda salty.
I pull back. ‘Sit beside me.’ he frowns at first, but then gets up and sits on the bed, his back against the headboard. I get up as well and rip the condom open with my teeth. I giggle a bit when I see he’s already hard.
‘It’s hard not to get a boner when you see a girl come because of you.’ He explains. He must have read my mind. After I’m done putting the condom on him I straddle him.
‘We’re going to try ridding first, then if you want to you can be in charge.’ I kiss his cheek. I grab his cock and put the tip near my entrance and start running it up and down between the lips. After I’ve teased him enough I slowly sit down, his cock buried in me. I grab his arms and wrap them around my waist and I wrap mine around his neck, our bodies closer than ever, my breasts pressed against his strong chest.
‘How does it feel?’
‘So tight and … warm and … wet.’ He says. I smile to myself knowing that he likes being inside me. I kiss him hard and shove my tongue down his throat and start moving back and forth on his lap. Shit he’s so big, how can he hide this monster in those weird pants? I keep moving slowly as my hands are all over him. I touch his neck, tug on his hair, his shoulders – oh god those shoulders – his chest, his long torso.
I feel his hands going down to my ass, squeezing it hard and pulling it towards him. Oh so he wants faster huh? I’ll give him faster. I break the kiss and thrown my head back moaning as I start bouncing slowly on him. I feel his lips around my nipple and his hand on the other, worshiping them. I start bouncing faster.
‘You like this?’
‘Oh shit y/n you’re so good.’ It is good, it feels good being in charge especially when you have to teach the other person because they don’t know what to do. Still there’s something missing … and I know what can make this perfect.
‘Marcel do you know how to dirty talk?’
‘I-I can try.’ He says between moans. Right after he finishes his sentence he rolls us over so he’s on top. Wow I wasn’t expecting that. Just when I was starting to enjoy this. But anyway I’m enjoying this position as well, seeing him on top of me, sweating, frowning, his swollen lips parted, moans and groans slipping from them, just for me.
‘You feel so good around my cock.’ Shit. No stop I can’t.
‘Your pretty little cunt is so wet, can you hear your wetness as I pound into you?’ he groans in my ear. Oh no no stop talking like this, or I’ll come soon.
‘You like it don’t you?’ No.
‘Yes, oh yes I like it so much. Keep going.’ The fuck? I can’t even control my own mouth now?
I feel his hands on my thighs, wrapping them around his waist. He goes faster hitting my sweet spot perfectly. I thought he was never going to find it.
‘Ohh right there!’ I moan.
‘What you mean here?’ He thrusts again hitting that spot making me dig my nails in his back, leaving red marks. He buries his face in my neck and I tug on his hair with one hand.
‘Are going to come for me?’ Wait wait wait since when did we change places? I thought I was the one who could play with him, not the other way around. Nevermind right now the pleasure is too much to think about that.
‘Yes. Yes yes yes!’ I scream and squirt beneath him. He laughs at my reaction and raises his head to meet my eyes. He’s frowning and it looks so sexy, unlike me. I must look like a desperate little girl right now.
‘Come on my baby come for me, I’m close too.’ Oh fuck me the way he called me baby. His baby.
Marcel pounds into me over and over again, with each thrust my walls tightening around him. It’s so erotic, so full of passion, so dirty and so right.
‘Come, baby come for me. You’re safe.’ Oh shit I’m coming, I’m coming again. My vision goes black again as I shut my eyes, screaming his name. I’m safe. He said I was safe.
‘Yeah like that.’ he groans and soon I feel his hot liquid inside me. Too bad we had to use a condom this time. His thrusts are getting slower as we both come down from our highs.
He places his head between my breasts and I bet he can feel my crazy heartbeat. Fuck that was so perfect and most of the time I didn’t have to tell him what to do, like he said it will come naturally.
He pulls out and removes his condom. I don’t know where he threw it, but I don’t care. He lays next to me and I turn around to face him. His eyes are gorgeous I swear, I can stay all day like this staring at him.
‘I know what present I want from you now.’ I bite my lip.
‘What’s that?’
I place my hand behind his neck, playing with his curls. ‘I want you to be my boyfriend.’
He smiles. ‘I really really like you, you know.’
‘Yeah but why?’
‘Because you’re the only one that has been nice to me. You never made fun of me and you were so quiet and sweet with me everytime you asked me for something in math.’
He is right, I’ve never made fun of him and always had like a little thing for him, which is now a big thing.
‘Yeah, but I’m sure those girls are dying to get you into their panties right now.’ I giggle. ‘But I can’t blame them, you are so hot tonight, I don’t understand why do you keep wearing those clothes and those glasses?’
‘Yeah you should thank my sister for that. I told her that I had a crush on you and I asked her for some fashion advices.’ He grins. ‘I guess I’ve never been the guy who is always loved by girls and always the centre of attention. All I wanted was your attention.’
‘And now you have it.’ I bury my head in his chest and he puts his arm around me. I place gentle kisses on all over his chest. ‘You’re my boyfriend now.’
I raise my head to meet his eyes, he’s smiling.
‘And you’re my girl.’ He rubs the tip of his nose against mine and kisses me on the forehead. ‘You know you have a party going on don’t you?’
Shit I forgot about the party. What time is it? Double shit it’s 7:53. I quickly get up and pick up the bikini to wear it. Marcel gets up as well and puts his swimming trunks on.
‘Help me with this bra thing.’ I say to him and immediately feel his hands on my back tying the string of it. He puts his hands on my arms and kisses my neck.
Oh my this feels so good, but I don’t have time for this. When he bites my earlobe I giggle.
‘Ah no stop that.’ I grab his hand. ‘Come now.’ I make sure we look decent, but Marcel’s hair is not helping. They’re just so messy.
Once we’re downstairs at the pool Julie and Zayn come towards me.
‘Did you guys have fun?’ she asks and gives me a wink.
I look at Marcel and his cheeks are getting red. ‘Yeah it was the best of my life. Oh by the way I have something to tell you guys.’
‘What would that be?’ Zayn asks. He has his arms wrapped around Julie’s body and resting his head on her shoulder.
I turn to Marcel and put my hand on the back of his head pulling him for a kiss. I’m not sure how the others are taking this because I have my eyes closed, but I can hear cheers and that’s a good thing. Marcel is the one to break the kiss and looks at me.
‘You’re together now?’ Zayn says.
‘Hold on babe I got this.’ Julie says to him. ‘You’re together now?’ she says it with a louder voice.
‘That’s what I said.’
‘Yeah but it’s about the intonation babe.’ She kisses him.
‘Ok before you two start making out again, yes me and Marcel are together now.’
‘Aww that’s so sweet welcome to the family Marcel.’ Julie gives him a big bear hug and when she pulls back Zayn says the same thing and gives him a hi-5.
‘Ok now if you don’t mind me and this little lady here have some unfinished business.’ She giggles when Zayn pulls her for a dance.
I turn to Marcel. ‘They like you.’
‘And I like you.’ I can’t help but blush a bit when he says that.
‘And I kinda love you.’ I tease.
‘Kinda?’ he gives me his puppy eyes and pouts. No don’t do that. it’s so cute it hurts.
‘Ok I love you!’ I scream, but not loud enough for everyone to hear me.
He wraps his arms around me and puts his forehead against mine.
‘Thought so.’
‘And you?’
He chuckles. ‘I love you too.’
And we spend all night dancing in each other’s arms, until everyone is gone and he spends the night cuddling with me in my bed.
What more can I ask for?

some drarry (kinda) headcanons
  • draco has ocd,has since he was a child. but, the war only increased the intensity of it. 
  • both of them have ptsd, because how could they not? they both suffer and have nightmares, flashbacks, things that still tear them apart inside. 
  • draco refuses to let his hair grow long lest he look in the mirror and suddenly see his father
  • harry isn’t some kind of hunk, he’s not buff or super chiseled or handsome. but he’s got such a presence about him. people LISTEN. he has learned to take up space unapologetically. 
  • he isn’t super handsome but, his eyes are his greatest feature. his hair is still always a mess, he doesn’t really care about what he wears but he wears his status as a hero like a second skin. 
  • harry still hates his fame but, he’s learned it won’t go away. he uses it to help people, never just for himself. he vouches for charities and important causes. he tries to make sure that the justice that is merited is true. he is kind to those who are kind to him, to others…
  • draco still has the secumsempra scars, since they are curse scars and those don’t just go away. even with the strongest dittany
  • he still has the dark mark, but it remains faded and red. he hated it for so long. searched for ways to get rid of it. tried to literally scratch it out of his skin, to burn it away. while drunk he seriously considered cutting his own arm off
  • but, now he is used to it. he thinks of it as a reminder of what he has done. a scar for all intensive purposes. and he tries to accept it. in opposition to its darkness, to the fact that his choices were never really his choices…he marks himself. he gets tattoos around it. he picks flowers, lillies and narcissas and moon flowers and roses. he decorates his arm with constellations. 
  • draco isn’t handsome. he isn’t chiseled. he used to be pointy and sharp and so harsh he was almost ugly. but now…now he’s no longer so dark inside. it shows on the outside. now, he’s just beautiful. soft and fair. 
  • harry wanted to be an auror. and when the time came he wasn’t sure if he still did. he spent so much of his life, hunting dark wizards…and it made him miserable. but it was also the only true purpose he ever had. it takes him forever to struggle through that, to realize that if he does become an auror…he’ll probably die for real, this time. because he’s so reckless, he’s so READY to do whatever it takes to take down the bad guys…that it puts others in danger
  • so he quits and goes to teach DATDA at Hogwarts, the place he called home for so long. he remains as a consultant if the ministry needs him, but he is suddenly ten times happier. seeing children, seeing them learn, teaching them that the world isn’t black and white, but shades of grey…it brings him more hope and satisfaction than looking into the face of evil and spitting in it. 
  • harry has so much power within him, so much magic. it crackles around him, within him. there is a reason that he COULD have been like tom riddle. they were the same in so many ways. but, unlike riddle, he never seeks anymore power than what he has. he never does anything more with it than what he has to do. he uses it to save people, to helps people, he uses it to teach, and to do things that he is too lazy to do by hand. 
  • he still loves his wand, but he often finds he doesn’t need it. he is able to concentrate easily enough to do whatever he wants without it. 
  • draco spent so long wondering what he was doing to do. after living two years with a madman under his roof…after living next to murders and being threatened, after being constantly afraid, of being torctured and being made to torture…after he spent so many nights, watching the door, wand drawn and unable to sleep…of hoping sometimes that he just would fall asleep and not wake up…after being pushed forward into a role that was picked for him, that he never truly understood…and seeing what true hate and death and terror MEANT…he doesn’t know what to do. 
  • he spent so long, only wanting to die and only wanting to live. he wanted his mother safe. he wanted his father not to die. he was forced to try and complete an impossible task on this threat. 
  • and when it’s all over, it isn’t really over. because what can he do now? an ex death eater? someone whose entire identity was modeled after a man who he no longer wishes to be anything like. 
  • draco malfoy rebels. 
  • he keeps his hair short, he dyes it and keeps dying it. streaks of red and blue and purple and pink and green. its not what a pureblood does. and its perfect. he gets pieircings and tattoos. he reclaims his body first. 
  • then he tries to reclaim his mind. he’s terrified but he loses himself in muggle london. he learns them, learns they aren’t so terrifying, so worthy of being hated or pitied. they do not have magic. but, they are incredible in how they live without it. 
  • he does his best to learn everything he can about them, even goes to some college classes and meets some very nice people who think he’s pretty weird but also witty 
  • he goes dancing with some of them and the clubs, the dance floor are NOTHING like the stuck up balls and functions he was used to. no one cares who he is. and the music is so loud and heavy, it shakes his heart and he dances, next to and with muggles
  • draco wears muggle clothes, and finds that they are quite comfortable. he suddenly finds that comfort is ten times more important than how thigns look on him. but, he still likes to look GOOD. and he enjoys expensive fabrics and rich colors. 
  • draco never went to azkaban. but, he did serve house arrest and he did community service and his magic is constantly monitored. but, he’s okay with that. it is TEN times better than what he was expecting and secretly what he feels he deserves. 
  • harry potter is bisexual. his preferences tend to lean more towards women but, he has never really deigned to care about what gender someone was if he really found them to be funny and smart and kind. he never had much time to date, to find out things about himself. he liked cho chang, he liked ginny weasly and looking back he realized that he also liked cedric diggory. it was just that it had never been something he thought about, no one talked about it. about romance, about being gay, about not being straight. the dursleys had lots of backwards ideas about sexuality and that more than anything, cements in harry the idea that what he feels for men and women and hell, maybe some people (like luna) who are neither or both, is okay.
  • draco malfoy has always been gay. it just never mattered. he always knew he would marry a woman. and if he was lucky she would be kind and strong and awesome like his mother. if he was lucky their relationship would be equal and loving like how his parents’ were. he always knew he would have children, heirs. and he was OK with it. 
  • except now that he’s been through a war and that his father is in prison and the malfoy name means literally NOTHING anymore….well, he’s less okay with it. 
  • and now he is torn in two once again the way he always seems to be. between a duty, a loyalty to his name, to his parents, to his entire lineage…and to himself, to the deepest desires in his heart and dreams. things that used to be seen as an inconvience, something to be hidden and pushed away, lest he drive himself crazy.
  • and his mother holds his hand as he tells her this and she smiles and tells him that she loves him and that nothing should prevent him from being happy. 
  • harry potter loves ginny weasley. and everyone thinks they’re going to get married. they will have many children and name them after the dead and everything will be perfect, happily ever after. 
  • but, harry loves ginny like a sister. because the weasleys have always been his family. molly like a mother, arther like a father, all of boys as his brothers…and they see him the same way. 
  • and after the war, ginny and harry are so different. they went through so many awful things. death and torture, near starvation and fear. and they love each other. they lean on each other. they are close but, not close in the way that molly and arther are. the way that ron and hermionie are. 
  • they went through such awful things but, they were different things and changed them in ways that make it so they aren’t the same harry or the same ginny who fell in love (a soft, young love like bubbles or puffy dandelions)   
  • so they break up, because they know they won’t get married. Ginny loves her mom, her family but she wants to play quidditch, she wants to travel, she wants to be herself, be free. and harry has so much he needs to work through. they break up but, its not harsh or angry. they don’t yell. they hold each other and cry together a bit. they know they will always be close. 
  • draco knows that no one will hire him. but, he continues to learn. he studies potions, leafs through his godfather’s old textbooks, learns by his mistakes…he takes his NEWTS and then tests for his masters in potions. 
narcissus { pt. 1 }

“Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall.” — Proverbs 16:18

Contains: angst {victorian!au}

Words: 4.6K

Summary:  “It was such a common day, I never thought it would end like that. When I opened my humble door, I saw myself face to face with someone so beautifully flawless, and with such an engaging aura that I had to take a few seconds to recover from his sudden presence. And, at that moment, I didn’t even know who he was: I did not recognize him, I had not heard his name. All I knew was that I felt intimidated, almost threatened by the ghost who greeted me with a smile and an apology for bothering me at such an inopportune time.”

Originally posted by mauloveskpop

A/N: This first part ended up being a little shorter than I expected, but I’m thinking that it’s better if this is an introduction to the story either than a super-long chapter with too much information to follow. I’m having so much fun writing this concept omg I feel like it’s a dream come true now that I finally got the balls to start it lmao

I’m not sure about the number of parts yet, but this is gonna be long, so plz bare with yo girl here ( Btw this fic also contains elements of greek mythology and bible fragments.)

I really hope you guys like it!

inspired by: the picture of Dorian Gray

The warm sunshine of that spring morning crawled through the large glass door leading to the garden, flooding the small room with a wonderful smell of the most diverse flowers. Dragonflies hovered over the freshly cut grass, and bees swirled through the air, delighting in the nectar of the new season, flying unconcernedly against the gentle breeze that gently moved the green leaves of the trees. Inside the residence, the man watched the delicate lines of oil on the canvas, precise strokes that gradually entered metamorphosis in order to become the beautiful face of the woman in front of him.

Your gaze was lost in the dazzling colorful scenery unfolding beside you, the magnificent and engulfing colors of spring exploding in a sea of ​​life and movement. The slow swing of the long white curtains calmed you down, the cool breeze refreshing your youthful face. You have been sitting there a long time, and your focus gradually gave way to a distracted, tired expression.

“Look at me, please,” the artist called you back to reality. You blinked a few times, almost as if waking up from a deep trance.

“I think I need a break,” you forced a friendly smile. “I’m getting tired already.”

“My dear, I’m doing all the work,” he replied, but no trace of irritation in his melodious voice. The wind blew again through the open door, making his dark hair become slightly messy. You found yourself wondering why he was not the model being portrayed, instead of you. “But I understand, I think we can both take a few minutes off.”

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That Pink Haired Demon

this is the first multichaptered fic I’ve ever wrote, so pleeeease reply your opinions about it! Thank you and enjoy!


Pairing(s): Mainly NaLu, building Gajevy, mentions of Gruvia, Jerza, Fraxus, Stingue, AlBis and ElfEver.

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Chapter: one, two

multi chaptered nalu au ; you’re a demon that tried to possess me but when you realized what awful shape i’m in, you forgot your nefarious plans and now you’re trying to help me get my life together

Lucy Heartfilia was not the kind of girl who enjoyed playing horror games, especially those involving ghosts, demons and what not. In fact, she was against it. Against the terror, of course.

But how the hell did she end up here?

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anonymous asked:

Your hair is so so lovely and I want to dye my hair for the first time. Do you have any advice?

Thank you!! I once got an ask on my now-inactive personal blog so here’s the link. I’m not sure how coherent/well organized though so I’ll just go ahead and make another guide.

First off, a couple of pics of my current hair! You can decide for yourself whether or not my guide is reliable. I’m still experimenting with different methods myself, so don’t take my word as law.

It’s more vibrant in the sun:

Before I get into the actual process, let me say a few things about hair salons.

If you wanna get it done at a salon, chances are it’s gonna be expensive. If your hair is super dark like mine, you’ll have to bleach it twice, which means paying twice. When I asked the salons in my area, all of them were about $200 CAD per bleaching session, which meant I would’ve been paying around $400 in total. Crazy, right?

Plus, none of the salons I went to told me about aftercare or what to do before dyeing my hair. Not cool. So, if you wanna get it done at a salon first, make sure they know about aftercare, and make sure you have the money/are willing to invest.

In my humble opinion, it’s easy enough to do it yourself and save the money. So here’s how it works (particularly with super dark hair)!

You will need:
Bleach powder and developer
Coconut oil
Damp cloth
Disposable shower cap
Dye brush
Hair dye
Plastic containers for dye/bleach

Optional, depending how you wanna do things:
Aluminium foil
Hair heater cap or scarf
Latex/nitrile/plastic gloves, whichever you prefer, or go barehanded if you want
Towels to catch any dripping dye/bleach
T-shirts that you don’t mind possibly staining with dye/bleach

**Some are linked with pictures so you know what I’m talking about.

Now I’m gonna tell you details about the process and give an idea on how to go about it! There’s a lot to it, but I’ll try to keep it short.

1. Preparations
Some work goes into making sure your hair doesn’t get all dry and brittle during the bleaching process. First, you gotta be a little gross and not wash your hair for about a week, or for as long as you’re willing to go. Your natural oils help protect against the bleach.

Secondly, you gotta put coconut sit in your hair for at least 3 hours before bleaching. Apparently the vast majority of humans enjoy the scent of coconut. I absolutely loathe it, so if you’re anything like me, you’ll have to suck it up for the sake of really cool hair. If you’ve never used coconut oil before, you have to heat it up to get it into a liquid state. It’s messy and gross and definitely my least favourite part of the whole process, so it’s up to you to decide if it’s worth it.

2a. Bleach
**Make sure you’re wearing a shirt your don’t care about, but has a wide enough neck that it’s easy to take off. Put towels you also don’t care about on the ground to catch any dripping bleach. I just used more white T-shirts for this.

It’s up to you how you wanna go about it. I think moved all my hair to one side and clipped them layer by layer as I bleached them. Bleach your hair in chunks, and make sure you get between the strands. You can wrap them in aluminium foil if it helps. Once it’s all bleached, put a shower cap over it and let it sit for up to an hour max. If you leave it in too long it can damage your hair. 

If you have any way to apply heat, I’d recommend it. Some people use a hair heater cap, but I just tied a towel or scarf around my head. You could use a hair dryer, but I wouldn’t recommend it because when I did that, the bleach started melting and dripping and I kept getting burned. Not fun.

For bleach, I used a brand called Ice Cream. I haven’t used any others so I don’t know how well it is compared to other brands, but for me it worked fine. You need to buy bleach powder, which is blue powder sold in packets, and developer, which is a white liquid that comes in a bottle. 

The numbers on the bottles signifies its volume, which is how strong the bleach is. Volumes are either 10, 20, 30, or 40, with 10 being the weakest and 40 being the strongest. 30 and 40 burns your skin. 10 and 20 are too weak to burn your skin, so you can use those against your scalp, unless you have really sensitive skin. Either way, be careful because you’re still working with bleach. Since I have super dark hair, I used 20 on my roots and 40 on everything else.

You have to mix the powder and the developer in a container (any kind works, as long as it’s big enough). Make sure it’s like a paste and doesn’t drip everywhere, ‘cause the 30 and 40 bleach burns. Even if it does get on your skin though, don’t freak out - it’ll sting a bit and your skin will look whiter, but just wipe it off with a damp cloth and you’ll be fine (again, unless you have super sensitive skin). Any burns disappear in a few minutes, so no need to worry about scars/marks. So, while you’re bleaching, make sure you have a cloth ready in case the bleach drips on you.

You can do this part yourself, but I had a friend help me. It also makes the process a lot less lonely and you can both suffer the weird bleach-coconut oil smells together. That being said, make sure wherever you’re bleaching is well ventilated.

If you hair is dark, do not bleach twice in the same day! This could seriously damage your hair. At most, I would bleach two days in a row. I still used coconut oil the second day. If I still needed to bleach after that, I’d wait for a week before doing it again. That was just my preference to be safe, but if you’re willing to take the chance and bleach more often than that, feel free.

The one good thing about bleach is that it dissolves quickly, so it’s easy to wash everything that comes into contact with it.

2b. Toner
This optional step is if bleach isn’t getting your hair light enough for your desired colour. Basically, colour theory happens and depending on what colour your hair is after bleaching, you’ll have to you a certain colour toner in order to make it even lighter. Here’s a chart of these colours. The right column is what color toner you should use depending on what left column colour your hair is. For example, my hair was orange/brassy after bleaching, so I would use blue/violet toner.

Toner is a lot like hair dye in which you can either paint it in, or get special coloured shampoo that’s used as toner. There’s a thing called purple shampoo that’s literally what it sounds like, and you use it when washing your hair. Companies like Manic Panic also sell toners - these are the ones that work like hair dye.

2c. Deep Conditioning
If you don’t dye your hair right away, I’d highly recommend deep conditioning your hair after bleaching. This process is just putting a bunch of conditioner in your hair and letting it sit for as long as you want, then washing it out. If you don’t have time for that, then when you’re washing the bleach out, at least keep the conditioner in your hair for a few minutes before washing it out. Trust me, it makes all the difference.

3. Hair dye
After you’ve sat around waiting for the bleach to kick in, wash it out with shampoo and conditioner. Dry your hair until it’s damp, but not dripping. It’s easier to put the dye in that way. Use a clean brush to paint the dye in, and make sure to get between the strands. You can use aluminium foil here, too. Once you’re done, put it all under a new plastic shower cap and let it sit for up to an hour, or for as long as you want if your dye is vegan. Apply heat, same thing as Step 2a.

The most commonly used brands are Manic Panic and Special Effects. Both of these are vegan, which means you can leave them in for as long as you want and your hair won’t die - instead, it’s like deep conditioning your hair and is actually really great if you’re dyeing right after bleaching.

Manic Panic is much easier to find and is probably available at your local drug store. However, in my experience, it fades pretty quickly. So, if you wanna keep your hair coloured for a long time, I’d recommend investing in Special Effects, which stays in much longer. I was lucky enough to find a shop in my city that sells it, but you can also buy it online.

If you’re not using a vegan dye, don’t leave it in for too long - probably just up to an hour, or whatever the box says. Refer to Step 2c for aftercare.

Depending on how bright you want your hair to be, mix the hair dye with white conditioner. I’d recommend mixing the dye with some conditioner either way because it makes it smoother and easier to apply. More conditioner makes the colour lighter, but it also makes it harder for the colour to hold, so keep that in mind. If you want a darker/more vibrant colour, just use more dye than conditioner in the mix.

Mixing dye also involves some colour theory. For some colours, you might wanna neutralize the hair dye with another colour, but it’s up to you. For example, I neutralize pink hair dye with a tiny dab of blue dye (like, the tip of my comb tiny). This prevents the pink from turning yellow-ish when it’s fading out. For this, just look at the colour wheel to see what colour neutralizes what. 

Some colours hold better than others. For example, people whose hair is dark like mind will probably have red undertones, which means it’s really hard for blue (refer to colour wheel). You might have to leave the dye in for much longer than an hour if you really want it to stay. 

4. Washing out the dye
Step 3 got really long so I’m dividing it up lol

When you’re washing out the dye, the colder the water, the better. Hot water will likely wash out too much of the dye. While you’re washing, check the colour in the mirror. If it’s too vibrant, you can use a bit of shampoo to make it lighter. Your hair will be lighter once it dries, so keep that in mind.

If you’re not up for stripping, you an just stick your head under the tap. Or, if your shower head comes down, just wash your hair out like that. Note that if you’re doing a gradient with a dark colour on the top, it will stain the rest of your hair as you wash it out. I overcame this by being really aggressive when applying the lower colour and accepting the purple-pink that came out of it.

5. Aftercare
The more you wash your hair with shampoo, the quicker the dye will fade. I used to wash my hair with shampoo every other day, but now that my hair is dyed, I do that about once a week. If it gets greasy during the week, I just rinse it with water.

When you wash your hair, just use a dollop of shampoo on the roots and conditioner on the ends. This is basically how you should be washing your hair anyway because of hair care stuff, but not using shampoo on everything also helps prevent your dye for fading to quickly.

I’d recommend getting shampoo and conditioner that’s specially made for coloured hair. You don’t need anything expensive. I buy Dove colour care shampoo and conditioner, which is on sale 99% of the time I see it and still under $10 when it isn’t.

6. Don’t be picky
Everybody’s hair is different! Your hair might not hold certain colours as well, either because of your hair’s undertone or just because it’s being uncooperative. Some strands of hair hold dye better than others. That’s just how it is. Learn to accept that dyeing your hair yourself involves a lot of experimenting and figuring out what method works, so don’t stress too much about it and just have fun with it!

Aaaand I think that’s all. If your hair is light enough, you can bless your genes and skip the bleaching process because bleaching is super annoying. The entire process is pretty time-consuming and kind of exhausting, so it’s up to you whether you’re willing to put in the time and effort. 

Hope this helps!

Agape (for chronic-aesthete)

Prompt from chronic-aesthete: Super cool freshman Mikasa teaches childhood friend and senior slaving over his thesis Levi how to play drinking games.
Rating: M (it started off tame, but then intense makeouts happened)
Word Count: ~6,000 words
Author Note: I feel like a jerk since my other prompts will probably end up being like 500 to 1,500 words, but this one wormed its way into my head almost fully formed and kept going and going and going. I was kinda nervous at first, considering some superficial similarities to Attack on Freshman Year, but I think this has arrived as its own fully-formed AU.
Teaser: Instead of his usual litany of self-loathing, he has only one thought in his mind: Maybe the reason we fit so perfectly together is because we belong like that.
Mirrors: AO3 | FFnet

Agape  (/ˈæɡəpiː/ or /əˈɡɑːpeɪ/; Classical Greek: ἀγάπη, agápē) - unconditional love, a selfless love, a love that is passionately committed to the well-being of the other.

Levi Ackerman has been sitting in an uncomfortable wooden chair in the communal lounge in his dorm for nine hours. Nine hours of looking back and forth between the fluorescent blue-white of his laptop screen and an eighteen inch high stack of books that smell of moldering paper. He has gotten up six times: four to go to the bathroom and two to feed himself things that are edible but not quite food, sour gummy worms and Bagel Bites and strawberry soda. Levi never eats like this, subsists on lean meats and leafy greens (and the occasional slice of pizza — after all, he’s only human), but he doesn’t feel capable of thinking of anything besides finishing his senior thesis. He feels as though the stress has broken him, so he is eating the first things he grabbed at the convenience store, guided only by his agitation. The only thing that comforts him is that he has managed to get dressed with his usual meticulousness, his crisp white shirt and thin black tie still giving him a look of respectability as the shadows beneath his eyes begin to extend toward his cheekbones.

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Close To Home: A Conversation About Beyoncé’s ‘Lemonade' 


A Beyoncé album release is now a communal experience. Who among us (and if you’re here reading this, you’re one of us) made it through this weekend without a conversation, typed or yelled, about her intent, her intonation, her read, her past, her bat, Serena, Tina, Etta, Warsan, Pipilotti, Zendaya? Whether you love her, hate her, or stay strong in your neutrality, our exchanges are kind of the point. This is what art makes us do. No doubt our opinions are in some places monetized and our vocalization of them surely buoys the price of Lemonade on up to $17.99. But what Beyoncé’s got us talking about now is what we women are really always talking about, under our breath, late night on the phone, after the kids are down, over coffee, at the bar, in tears, irrespective of anybody’s album drop: our worth. The video version of this album reflects the private lives of a certain group of women who share a set of memories and experiences; the arc of its narrative will be harrowingly close to home for all of us.

We asked Professor Regina Bradley and writer dream hampton to share their dialogue about the visual album with us, to show the many directions Lemonade is sending people, knowing the two of them don’t come to the art or the artist from the same place, knowing they require different things if they’re to feel represented, knowing that feeling is a major factor in what’s happening right now culturally, but it’s not the only thing. Uniting their perspectives here is our attempt to arm each other with information and knowledge and hard-earned truths. So that when we’re talking about Beyoncé, we’re really saying something. Regina and dream spoke on the phone Sunday afternoon. —Frannie Kelley


Regina Bradley: I was like, wow. So much wow. That was my immediate reaction. And then I went on a Twitter rant. Because I saw a tweet that was like, “Well, this is so much that I don’t understand.” I heard everything from “creepy” to “It’s not for me.” So of course I put on, you know, my southern hat and I was like, “Some of the stuff in that video wasn’t meant for everybody!” It was a love note to southern black girls.

dream hampton: I’m not on Twitter and haven’t been since last August, but I went on there and I saw that the Internet was melting. I was looking for rare Prince video, because a lot of people are sharing amazing performance footage and I just couldn’t get enough this weekend. And I saw that Bey had released this album, which I of course knew she was releasing. I mean, we do have to say that part, like: I know these folks, or whatever.

I saw someone who was a writer for Hannibal, the very dark TV show about cannibalism, and I saw her tweet out that she didn’t think this album was for her, but she still was intrigued. And I thought, I bet when she was creating her scripts and her art she wasn’t telling NBC, “This is going to be a show for cannibals. That’s who’s gonna watch my show.” But in this moment, confronted with this many black girls on camera — and thank you Kahlil Joseph for honoring us in this way, to create this kind of visual altar to black girls, and black girl femmes — you know, in that moment, you can’t locate yourself? I wasn’t looking for myself inHannibal, a story about FBI agents or cannibals, because I have no desire to be either. But I loved what she was doing and I didn’t begin my read on that work with this feeling of rejection. And that was what was in her tweet. She’s a white woman and she felt rejected looking at this video.

Regina Bradley: I think what made folks uncomfortable was the fact that she was pulling from not only a blues tradition, but a southern black woman blues tradition. Shug Avery, Bessie Smith, Rosetta Tharpe and other blueswomen performers used their voices to sonically and lyrically expound upon their personal trauma and strife as a collective call-to-arms for black women. Blueswomen in the south traveled and wandered and did not censor their existence. They made people uncomfortable. I say Beyoncé made people uncomfortable because her performance in Lemonade wasn’t just a curation of the blueswoman aesthetic but an active reckoning with it as it manifested in southern spaces. Pair the blueswoman tradition with the traditional memory of the south as traumatic and backwards and you get a ripe space for unpacking the multiple layers of black women’s healing and existence that Beyoncé tackles in this project.

dream hampton: When I think of the mashup that’s happening here in terms of artists — and there are two collaborators that stand out, obviously, in this project, even though there were many — one of them is Warsan Shire, the poet who I have loved since I found her on Myspace in 2009. She’s a Somali Muslim raised in London and her writing is beautiful and these are her musings on romantic love.

And then you have Kahlil Joseph, who is interested in all kinds of black magic. He did a beautiful short film on Oklahoma rodeos. He did Shabazz Palace’s first video, “Belhaven Meridian,” a nod to the great filmmaker Charles Burnett. He also did a conjuring video for Flying Lotus, which cast Lotus as an Elegba/Eshu in a Cadillac who kind of comes to collect the beautiful Brooklyn dancer Storyboard Pete. Kahlil is absolutely a director who is influenced by Terrence Malick, and he really looks at film as a philosophical medium. And then you add Beyoncé.

Ann Powers wrote a great piece when Beyoncé did the 2013 Super Bowl. She was looking at Beyoncé and Destiny’s Child and that whole syncopated, southern marching band tradition and stepping contests. Beyoncé, even though she’s incredibly popular, probably the most popular artist we’ve had since Michael Jackson, is performing very straightforward R&B and always has, since Destiny’s Child. She has always performed very southern, black music since Destiny’s Child. I thought her first album reminded me of Prince in that it wandered. I’m talking about songs like “Speechless,” like “Naughty Girl,” like “Hip Hop Star,” like “Be with U.” I think that people were kind of happy when she came out with the album after that, B'day, because it returned to the Beyoncé that they were used to, with these big giant hits, from Destiny’s Child. But that first album, besides “Crazy In Love,” was to me deeply influenced by Prince. And then when she did B'day she returned to songs like “Upgrade U” and “Get Me Bodied” and “Ring the Alarm,” “Freakum Dress” — that album felt more like Destiny’s Child, Michael Jackson, I’m coming for you with hits. And Lemonade comes back to the kind of wandering and exploring she was doing on her debut. When you take away all of the videos, you get some very interesting mashups. The James Blake. The White Stripes.

Regina Bradley: I was listening to “Don’t Hurt Yourself,” the song that plays during the section of Lemonade called “Anger,” and I thought about Prince. The live instrumentation, the boisterousness of the music, I thought, this was for Prince. And I think she’s always in a space to do that. But I really enjoyed the fact that she’s making folks uncomfortable with her music right now and the imagery associated with it.

I guess on the one hand I feel like my ear has been tainted when listening to Beyoncé, because for me it’s mostly been what I’ve heard on the radio and it wasn’t until lately that I was like, let me actually dig into it and think about what these influences mean. But one thing that I, as a literary person, was looking at during the actual video album yesterday was so many references to black women writers, singers, and just this quotidian black woman experience that I was so in love with. Finally, you didn’t have to have these supreme cosmic influences just to have a conversation. I felt like it was an everyday conversation that I was having with her through these videos. Ok, well — maybe not the red light, going around town knocking people out with a bat named Hot Sauce. But for me, I saw the influences of Zora Neale Hurston.

dream hampton: I would say in that moment you’re also seeing Kahlil Joseph, who also has a real connection and interest in Zora. That’s what I mean that this is a mashup. And some of it is just musings — Warsan could be happy in a romantic relationship. Now her poems and Beyoncé’s lyrics are being taken literally and used to speculate about Jay and Beyoncé’s relationship. But in the end, these three artists, Warsan Shire, Kahlil Joseph and Beyoncé, are reflecting what they choose to, of their interests, back into their art.

Regina Bradley: The actual visuals probably teach a lot more than the lyrics. And I’m not trying to discount those at all. But we’re in a current visual cultural moment and we learn more through what we see than what we hear.

dream hampton: But let’s not act like lyrics have ever been deep. I mean, that’s what makes Prince an anomaly. Literally. These kind of love musings tend to never be deep. But that’s where Warsan Shire comes in and complicates it. And I say that loving music! As an academic yourself, as someone who writes, myself, we would probably overwrite songs. Because we would be overthinking them. Now Prince, of course, knew how to do thinking but simple love songs. He knew how to make really complicated lyrics make sense in a pop song — when you listen to a song like “Lady Cab Driver” and he says, “This is for the moon … so beautifully complex.” We don’t expect our pop love songs to be sonnets. You’re not going to hear that in an average song. By “average” I mean the very best. I mean The Beatles.

And that’s why it’s lovely that Kahlil brought in Warsan Shire and had her go even deeper on a literary level than a song. That’s what makes this project a masterpiece. Because all of them are playing their parts. Beyoncé is the consummate performer, she is black girl magic personified in this moment. Warsan is bringing that literary genius to it and, because Kahlil is deeply invested in a visual folklore, he’s directing all that into an ancient yet modern visual folklore around black people.

Regina Bradley: I’m still processing it. Even though I’ve watched it three times, there’s so much stuff I’m still missing. One of the things that stood out to me is when they were preparing dinner. The whole idea of soul food as a southern trope, and actually having a seat at the table that black women have been preparing for others, that was big for me.

dream hampton: That was a visual nod to Julie Dash’s Daughters Of The Dust.

Regina Bradley: Daughters Of The Dust and also Alice Walker’s In Search Of Our Mothers’ Gardens.

dream hampton: Yes! And Carrie Mae Weems’s Kitchen too! It’s gorgeous, this idea that we’re going to feed one another into love and healing. That food is healing, that our fellowship is healing. That all women’s spaces are sacred. And all of that comes through. I’ve said this before, but I don’t measure a woman’s strength by her ability to endure suffering. I think true strength is about reaching out when you need help. It is about forgiveness, which Bey has in there. But there’s also a call for accountability. Accountability in our most intimate relationships and accountability as it relates to the images of the mothers of these three victims of police violence.

Regina Bradley: That accountability is real, though. Like Beyoncé’s done so many times in the past, she’s putting her money where her mouth is. She doesn’t speak up in public spaces other than her music. I feel like her work begs the question, “What else do you want me to do?”

But I’m most struck by her use of antebellum imagery to situate her southernness. Southern black girls and women are at the front of Beyoncé’s vision. Not in the back. Not in her peripherals or tucked away under the heavy assumptions of southern black women and girls as hopeless. We are in the front. We are joyful. We are communal. Antebellum blackness as joyous and fruitful seems oxymoronic for black women. Slave women are the most silenced and traumatic representations of southern black women. It is a massive undertaking to sift through the forced silence regarding the physical, social and spiritual violence of slave women to locate the quiet of black women’s endurance. In Lemonade, the trauma of slavery itself does not propel the images of black women in undeniably southern spaces forward. Rather, the antebellum south serves as an entry point for Beyoncé to recognize the historical and cultural horrors of black womanhood while reclaiming the survival techniques passed down over time.

Towards the end of the film, a group of girls runs from a garden with fresh vegetables in their arms. Another shot shows a group of black women in antebellum dresses proceeding into a kitchen to chop vegetables, grind spices and prepare to literally and figuratively break bread. The agency of the antebellum south as the epitome of white southern pride gives way to the quiet dignity of black women as workers, healers and conjurers. The imagery is not new: Black women in head wraps, simple white dresses gathered in communal spaces like a cooking house and a southern plantation manor with black girls running through white columns off of a porch are referenced in multiple slave narratives like Linda Brent’s Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl.

Yet the work being done is for the women’s own benefit, culminating in a communal dinner underneath a massive oak tree with Spanish moss and performances by Beyoncé of her song “Freedom” and ballerina Michaela dePrince. The gathering women and girls are of multiple ages, smiling and conversing with one another. This scene juxtaposes with an empty candlelit table and a lone black girl — possibly a house slave — sitting at the table. The scene quickly cuts back to the same communal table in the dark under candlelight. The rapidness of the transition between the two scenes is like a blink. It suggests that the women at the table are the dream of the solitary black girl. What I most appreciate about Lemonade is its ability to pull the viewer through multiple lenses, historical periods and vantage points to complicate southern black women. It demonstrates healing as messy, non-linear and generational. Sometimes we deal with the same s*** that our mothers and grandmothers and foremothers experienced. The responsibility of remembering is not only a collective, but it’s a collective for multiple generations of black women.

dream hampton: The other thing that I really loved in the film is this way that she really loved up on her father and on Jay Z as a father. Kahlil reflects that back to us with all these everyday fathers in New Orleans loving on their baby girls.

Regina Bradley: I thought it was gorgeous. I cried a little bit because it made me think of my dad. Especially when he [Beyoncé’s father, in a clip of home video] was like, “What would you do if your grandparents were here?” And she was like, “We would have fun.” He said, “Tell them.” I’m like, yes! The ancestors are everywhere. We have to speak them into existence. We have to remember to keep them alive. He was instilling that in her.

dream hampton: And then the father that Jay is with Blue Ivy is something that she has to love the most about him. I know that, having been his friend for the past 20 years, this is my favorite phase of his life. This phase where he gets to be deeply connected with his daughter. Because for him, and he’s been public about this, this isn’t me snitching on him, at least he was public about this in the book we worked on together, Decoded, he healed his relationship with his father at the very last stage of his father’s life; his father was dying. And that made it possible for him to be in his first real love relationship, which is with his wife. And to see him be able to do more healing around that karmic energy, with his own daughter, is beautiful. Beyoncé must really love that about Jay.

Regina Bradley: And it’s an ongoing process, too. That idea of the vulnerability that’s associated with being a father. For me, one of the things I’ll always remember about my dad is we had a kind of rocky relationship in the beginning. I remember one time we were talking when I was 14 and I was like, “I don’t need you” and he cried. I had never seen a grown man cry before that. My dad was a big dude. He was like 6'5" and 300 pounds. And he was crying. He said, “But I need you though.” With Jay Z being such a public figure and actually letting us see him be vulnerable with his daughter, it wasn’t refreshing, but more like like, “I’m also human too.” It added levels of humanity for him that we don’t often reserve for superstars.

dream hampton: And I think that’s something that we’re guilty of, which is stripping celebrities of their humanity. The way that we talk about them. Grown people who may or may not have given birth, which is a big deal, openly speculating about whether she had her own child. This kind of viciousness. I remember Jay saying early on, when he first started dating her, there are only two headlines to write about a celebrity couple: They’re together and they’re divorced. And that’s all anyone’s interested in.

We really do say the worst things to our lovers. And we really do treat our lovers the very worst and the very best. That’s part of what intimacy is about, being so up in somebody’s stuff that they can’t avoid all the parts of you. But I do love that Beyoncé, unlike blueswomen before her, rejects the idea of sacrificial love as the wife’s duty in a cis-het relationship. In this suite, she demands accountability before we get forgiveness. She’s also being fully present in her rage, and fully understanding of what it is she deserves.

Some classic standards are hard for me to listen to: songs that were recorded by some of my favorite black women, Billie Holiday and Dinah Washington, but weren’t always written by them. Often they were written by white men and they’re sacrificial songs, they are not about being in your power at all times. Beyoncé brings us this power. She’s not the first to bring us this — '70s rock star Betty Davis, Miles Davis’ ex-wife, brought us this, in the “Anti Love Song,” for instance. We’ve seen it before, we’ve absolutely seen it in hip-hop. But it’s so good for Beyoncé to bring that archetype back — “I know what I deserve, I know that god lives in me, I am a divine being and that I deserve all the respect and all the care.” And that’s what the accountability piece is, that you will care for me in the way I deserve to be cared for.

Regina Bradley: And I’m starting to care for myself.

dream hampton: Or that I’ve always cared for myself! We don’t always have to have the hero’s journey, where people have to hit rock bottom and come back up. That’s not our tradition: a single person on a single journey.

Regina Bradley: Multiple journeys.

dream hampton: And not just multi-journey, but your crew, with your woes.

Regina Bradley: You need a squad. Every woman needs a squad.

dream hampton: And in that sense, Kahlil turns away from the hero’s journey and populates this video, even though it’s clearly about Beyoncé, with all of these other black women in different phases of their life. And I think that that’s important.

Regina Bradley: Yes. Because squad love is the best love.



Meet Team Lime Green!

This fresh team is here to have fun and looking good while doing so! They might not be as high ranked as their rivals but they have managed to catch a lot of attention in a short amount of time. Also, don’t let their smiles catch you off guard. These flower children are no push overs either. These 4 are very close and look after each other like a family. 

Note, I’m using EU names of the gear


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This dashing young man was once a member of another team but soon decided to form his own team. Like his namesake flower, he is very narcissistic and thinks highly of himself. He considers himself the freshest squid around, a fashionista and a gift to both men and women. This confidence is not made from whole cloth since he is idolized not only by his team but by many other inklings as well. Jonquil is a smooth talker and a flirt (but a lot more subtle than Daisy). He comes from a rich family but he supports himself and his team on his own. 

At first glance, Jonquil might look like a joke in battle since he seems to care more about his looks than actual battle but don’t let that fool you. Jonquil and his splatling gun are a deathly combo and he is the main offensive power of the team. He is a good winner and he takes loses better than the other captains. But Jonquil is known to have some anger issues so deliberately angering him is not wise. 


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Only female of the team but this does not bother Daisy. On the contrary, she wouldn’t have it any other way. Daisy has a… not so subtle appreciation to male beauty and she is not ashamed to show it. She flirts with every boy that catches her fancy. Despite this personality trait, she can be very serious when needed and getting on her bad side is not healthy. She looks after those who are dear to her, especially her younger cousin Tanrine and Sorrel. 

In battle Daisy play the supportive role. She lands squid beakons and is in charge for inking the ground. She is a trickster and loves to mess with her opponents. She super jumps between her own beakons and is often seen making crazy dashes to the enemy base, only to surprise them (especially males) with her kraken.

Daisy lusts after Jonquil and the captain doesn’t seem to mind this affection at all and often returns these feelings. The duo is rarely seen apart. But if asked if they are a couple, they just laugh.


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The name’s Cosmo and don’t you forget it! Cosmo is an energetic and very extroverted member of the team. He is easily bored thus he’s often seen outside hanging around his friends. Arcade his favourite place to hang out and he is constantly checking if anyone has beaten his hi-scores (and trying to win them back). Cosmo loves video games but his true passion is music and on his free time, he remixes music and sometimes even does DJ gigs. He is also somewhat skilled with computers in general. It’s easy to dare him to do craziest of stunts. Cosmo also loves to make bets and it’s hard for him to decline a challenge, even if the odds are against him. This constant need to show off combined with his jealousy issues has cost him multiple relationship in the past. But now he enjoys being a part of team green and is currently dating Taloupe from team orange.

In battle Cosmo is a mix of support and offense. With sprinklers he helps Daisy to cover the ground and builds up his special for inkstrike. He also ambushes any opponents he can and tries to take them down fast. 


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Sorrel is the youngest greenhorn member of the team. He is loud mouthed, a bit of try hard and wants to be the very best, but he clearly has a long way to go. It also doesn’t help that his teammates aren’t the most serious players there are and he’s constantly annoyed by their antics and wishes they’d take things a lot more seriously. But deep down he’s grateful Jonquil and the others asked him join them, even if he’s clearly a lot weaker player than them. Sorrel is a bit socially awkward when it comes to having fun but hanging out with his extroverted teammates has helped him to open up a bit. He has a one sided crush on Cyanthia from team violet.  

In battle Sorrel is helpful offensive support for Jonquil and he picks up those the captain missed. Thanks to his ninja squid ability he can move around unnoticed and he also plants mines for nasty surprises. But due to his inexperience and lack of patience, he’s an easy target for opponents. Thanks to this, Daisy often looks after him.