Since the devs can't yet, I will. Here's your dinner Solomon fans, bon appetite. (Edit: this turned into a series)
Solomon X Mc
Fluff, suggestive but can be interpreted non-sexually,
Solomon | Lucifer | Mammon | Simeon
Solomon was often vibrating in excitement. poor Barbatos never got a break from Solomon ranting about how amazing his dearest apprentice was. He only left Barbatos alone to go talk to his darling or blow something up. He also started helping Mc with the general preparation for the wedding, so excited to be married again, especially since Mc won't leave him behind like the rest. They wouldn't do that to him, they'll stay. They didn't have to be immortal too, they could also stick around as a ghost to leave their body to the natural order of things without abandoning him, staying by his side until something or someone figures out how to kill him.
Solomon was a happy man, setting up a small wedding. He didn't need anything big, he had done that before. It should be small, with everything Mc could dream up for their perfect wedding. He had quite literally this a thousand times so this was Mc's moment, not his. He already knew what Mc wanted as he asked hundreds of questions about their ideal marriage before even proposing. When he did propose, it wasn't grand. He took them out to a picnic and summoned hundreds of fireflies before kneeling with the ring he chose with only them in mind. It was gold, with a rose quartz gem cut in the shape of a heart and small topaz around it in the shape of stars.
Solomon selected everything with care. He got Mc's favourite flowers from each realm in their favourite colours and made sure the table cloth matched. He stood by their side as they picked out a cake and pouted when they were looking into catering options instead of letting him cook for the event. He helped Mc struggle to pick out the venue only for them to take Diavolo's offer to have it in the palace gardens. Solomon, of course, summoned fireflies to dance around the venue. He didn't like the dark and it made it more whimsical, as well as a nod to the fireflies he summoned during the engagement.
The night of, Solomon only had eyes for Mc. He watched them smile at the ring exchange, the way they danced during the reception, the way they laughed so gently. He wasn't letting them go tonight, not after making it governmentally official that they were his. He'd scream it from the rooftops too if it didn't mean taking his eyes off them. He could yell his love to the world tomorrow, tonight was all theirs.
Home was a blur of criminal tongues and soft cuddles in the high of being married. Solomon couldn't sleep yet, he wanted to soak up the first moments of eternity with his spouse. His spouse! He'll probably never shut up about them being married now, they aren't just his dearest apprentice anymore but his spouse. No one is ever going to hear the end of it but silence is all he has now. Silence as he watched Mc's chest rise and fall, the way their eyes occasionally moved under their lids with dreams, and the way their ring sat on their finger. He loved it all.
the next day poor Lucifer had to get Solomon off the top of the house of Lamentation as that's where he was screaming out his love for Mc. Asmo got it on Video and it went viral in an hour. Now everyone knew Mc was his and Solomon's mission was accomplished.
Diavolo wants SO BADLY to spoil mc, he wants to find a way to spoil someone like them rotten, he wants to buy them everything they look at, to dress them in jewelry and love and silk.
But mc turns him down every single time, they just don’t want him to worry! No matter how much he reassures them, they just feel like they’re stealing from him and taking advantage of him.
So, he thinks that he came up with the PERFECT solution.
One afternoon he just hands them his card, with his usual big smile.
“Mc, I’d like you to treat yourself to a day out, my only request is that you use my card. I have no limit in place as to how much you are permitted to spend, please, enjoy yourself!”
He thinks it’s flawless! He assumes that if he’s simply not there, that there is no way they’ll feel embarrassed or guilty about “using” him!
But.. of course, mc looks a bit unsure..
“Oh, dia I couldn’t possibly.. this is yours!”
“Yes! Think of it as if I was letting you borrow a pencil,”
“Dia..”
Mc goes to protest again, but sighs, looking down at the card and reluctantly putting it in their own bag as Diavolo beams at them so brightly you’d have sworn the devildom had suddenly gained a sun.
So mc goes out! They do love walking around and window shopping(as well as people watching..), and for a moment they think dia may be on to something! The idea of him not being the one to lean over and pay does in fact make them lose some guilt, and they think they could do this with no problem! So after walking around and hyping themselves up a bit, they decide they’ll get lunch first to fuel up before shopping, it seems like the sensible thing to do of course!
But the moment they pass the card over to the waiter to pay, they feel like their lunch is about to be back on the table again.
Yes, the meal itself only amounted up to what would be a 20 dollar meal back in the human realm, but just seeing all the zeros, knowing that they’re paying with this for money they didn’t earn, made them feel HORRIBLE.
Back at the castle, Diavolo got a notification that money was spent. And he. Is. Thrilled. Finally! They’re indulging! Allowing themselves a taste of the life Diavolo wants for them!
He is a bit irresponsible and continues to watch his notifications, intrigued to see want his darling, his perfect lover, his beautifully wonderful dazzling human, is doing. But he finds it odd that the amount spent at Hell’s Kitchen is the only notification he gets.
Is the app malfunctioning? Had they accidentally started reaching for their card instead of his out of instinct?? Are they okay??? But of course every time he sends a text just to check in, he’s met with their usual “doing just fine! Go back to work before Barbatos scolds you!!!”
He figures he’ll just let it be, their taste is very particular after all, they must be carefully analyzing everything that catches their eye… or at least that’s just what he tells himself so than he can focus back on paperwork.
The next day mc finds him and hands him back his card, along side an envelope, he opens the envelope after carelessly pocketing his card and finds the exact amount of money mc had spent, right down the the exact cent.
“I couldn’t do it.. the guilt was eating me alive.. sorry..”
Mc says, ashamed and with their head bowed in embarrassment,
Diavolo, despite feeling just as defeated, lets out a loud hearty laugh and pulls them in for a hug,
“Don’t worry, I’ll figure out how to spoil you sooner or later!”
He says as he plants multiple kisses on the top of their head, mc hugs him back, though they don’t voice it, they secretly hope he’ll figure it out too..
(Not rly proof read, I just let autocorrect do its thing,)
“The contract is sealed!” bellowed the demon. “Tell me your wish, and your soul will be forfeit to me when you die.” Knowing that the demon is bound by magic to make the wish come true whether they like it or not, the human speaks while looking them in the eye. “I wish for you to become human.”
2 cups of Things that must be in the story (this can be characters, specific scenes, settings, subplots etc.)
1 cup of Vague plot ideas I may not use
1 tbsp of Central Themes
1 tsp of Ending (either happy, tragic, or bitter-sweet)
1 tsp of Protagonist's Primary Motivation
2 lbs of Brick Wall
Time, as needed
Instructions:
In a large bowl, mix Things that must be in the story. Set aside.
In a separate bowl, sift together Vague plot ideas I may not use. Discard the excess and set aside.
Add Themes, Ending, and Motivation to a small jar. Screw lid on tight and shake until mixture becomes Conflict.
Pour Conflict and Vague plot ideas into Things that must be in the story. Blend on medium until Plot Points form.
Taste.
If it is still missing something, smash head against 1 lbs of Brick Wall for one to six hours.
Let marinate for one to 365 days. Add more Things and Vague plot ideas as desired.
Smash head against the rest of the Brick Wall for one to six hours.
Scream.
Repeat steps 5 through 9 as needed.
After sufficient marination, the mixture will form an idea. This will tell you what specific action must happen in order to resolve your story's conflict. Write this down and make appropriate sacrifices to thank whichever deity took pity on you.
Now you have your conflict, climax, and resolution. You just have to figure out how to get there. Good luck with the damn middle section dork!!
Fandom: Obey Me
Pairing: Lucifer x MC x Diavolo, Satan x MC x Belphegor, Leviathan x MC x Simeon, Amso x MC, Asmo x MC x Solomon, Mammon x MC x Beelzebub. (Female MC).
Warnings: Threesome’s, Female heat, Mild Dubcon, Voyeurism, Mild Exhibitionism, Toy use, Oral, vaginal, anal penetration. Squirting, Double Penetration, mild Yaoi, Polyamorous relationship.
Notes: The Dickening Part 2.
The biggest thank you to @theshove for having so much faith with me for this piece. Not only for your generous donation but also for beta-ing the whole piece within a day! And also to @theinariakuma for all your love and support.
Also thank you to all those who donated for early release as well and all your wonderful feedback. 💛
Tagging: @starry-starry-night24, @0-miles-away, @pixiestick0924, @iloveobeyme, @ghoulgirlradio, @raymiazaki.
Quick note your headcannons and writing are amazing! Could you do a headcanon on how the brothers would handle an anxiety attack, maybe one that causes shaking and an upset stomach?
For sure!!
When my anxiety is bad, that’s how my attacks display themselves as-well ! I just look rlly pale and feel like I’m gonna be sick, and just physically am unstable, almost like I can’t use my body , it’s kinda hard to describe .
Each brother has a little bit of a different situation, hope that’s ok! may or may not have went overboard... whoops! let me know if you want one where mc doesn’t want touch and is vocal about it.
I’m at work on break rn so the last three boys are kinda rushed, I can ways for back and lengthen them later!
Requests are open!!
TW: Mentions of anxiety attacks
Brothers with an MC having an anxiety attack
(An Mc That’s ok with touch)
Prologue
You can’t even quite remember what triggered it. You woke up, ate, went to RAD, and now you’re walking to your next class . It started off as a creeping pain in the ribs and upper chest. As nothing was off beforehand you thought it would pass. You thought wrong. You felt your face heat up remarkably, and had the undisputed feeling of a sinking coal in your abdomen/diaphragm. You wouldn’t let yourself go though . Not here. You walked yourself to the bathroom as fast as you could , and locked yourself in a stall. Focussing on deep breath’s proved ineffective, so you went through your bag in hopes of gum , a snack, water , something that could distract you. The fact that you had nothing only pushed you further into your spiral, and your arms were shaky and heavy as stone. Leaving for the stall and opting for the sink, you try to splash some water on your face to bring you out of it. While doing such, your DD continuously went off, as the brothers were now aware of your absence in class. You couldn’t explain. You didn’t have it in you to articulate the situation. After sending simple “I’m going back to HOL” and shut your phone off completely. Any noise or stimulation only proved to further aggravate your anxiety attack. Once returning , you went straight to your room and shut the lights off, and curled up in bed facing the door. You refused to close your eyes, you needed to see, it was the only thing distracting you now. All you could do is sit, and hope it would pass.
Lucifer
most likely the one who is initially annoyed by your lack of attendance, however he was in the middle of a meeting with Diavolo, so he couldn’t just leave to drag you back to class
afterward he returned home to question your motives, making a beeline to your room
with a cold knock- he’s a gentleman, he’d never barge in, right?- he awaited your response
he knew you were in there, did you really return home just to nap?
opening the door, we was met by a dark room, and you, curled up on your bed
he initially thought you had fallen asleep, but his assumptions were snuffed out the minute you made eye contact with him
you looked....wrong
“MC?”
you just kept looking at him, you didn’t have it in you to respond
you looked like a live wire to him- colour had long left your face, eyes reflecting a perturbed space
you were clinging onto your comforter as if it was your lifeline
he had a hunch of what might be going on, but wasn’t sure
“can I touch you?”
you didn’t say anything, so he wouldn’t take that as a yes, but you didn’t protest as he scooped you up bridal style
his hand cradled your back as he made his way to his room
he tucked you into his bed and put on the fireplace
he wasn’t sure if touching you in this state was a good idea, so he gave you space, reading through some of his paperwork at the coffee table on the other side of the room
as you slowly came down from that state, you felt how exhausted your body was from being in a prolonged fight or flight state
you were getting kind of drowsy, but heard some shuffling at the end of the bed
looking over, lucifer gave you a soft smile-quite rare-and simply said
“get some rest, you must be tired. I’ll wake you up for dinner.”
you didn’t even register the gentle kiss on your forehead as you slipped into a peaceful sleep
It had been a couple days since that incident, and the brothers have noticed a bit of a softer spot between lucifer and you
you hadn’t brought up what happened, and he wouldn’t pry if you wished not to talk about it
however, he has made a point of checking in with you, and monitoring your stress levels throughout each week. on the days you look especially overwhelmed, he does your chores for you, and lets you rest in his room and study while he works
prideful and a secret tsundere, lucifer texted you the night after your anxiety attack
“Come to me next time you feel like that.”
and that was all. Nothing more, nothing less
it was this unspoken communication. You’d go to him, and nothing ever needed to be said, your face said it all.
you were grateful for the privacy he gave you
though he’d never tell you, on some of the nights where he is stressed, he pokes his head into your room while doing his rounds, and relaxes at the sight of your peaceful sleeping form
Mammon
he had wanted you to come with him to his photoshoots after class, why’d ya hafta run off from him?
another one to go straight home, worried you might be sick, or worse- injured.
one of two boys who doesn’t knock, just barges straight it
“Oi Mc! where’d ya-”
he feels like he’s going to be sick
no, correction, he might shit himself
what the actual fuck
you’re lying in bed with a look of absolute unease, in the dark with your eyes wide open at him
you don’t even move or respond
“m-mc?”
what should he do? he’s panicking, straight up
he looks you over, looking for any sign of physical injury, he’s an anxious wreck
oh
oh
that’s what’s going on.
he’s felt this way many times before, but how does help you through it?
the fact that you’re in pain right now is hurting him so much.
he doesn’t even say anything, he scoops you up and silently walks to his room
he keeps the lights off, so it’s a miracle he didn’t trip on anything and drop you
tucks you into his bed and holds onto you
you tensed up, so he went to let go of you, but as you did you felt your unease start to rise, so you held onto him like he was your lifeline;
and he was ok with that. you didn’t sleep, he didn’t speak, he just held on tight to you as you stared at the wall
as the hours passed, he felt you slowly start to relax in his arms, and that filled him with relief
didn’t know what to say, but wanted to help
“...wanna talk about it?”
and so you did
he just held you and ran his thumbs in little circles on your shoulder
you were his human, and he was gonna make sure everything was ok
he’s a bit more overprotective now, and sometimes in the middle of things will stop and turn to you, and with a serious face ask
“you ok right now?”
a little confused but he’s got the spirit!
he just wants to hold you
on the nights you two sleep together, he waits for your to fall asleep first, and watches you while stroking your hair
he prefers this peaceful, somber bliss on you
Leviathan
This otaku shut in was sitting in the kitchen eating a snack between online classes, and poked his head into the main hall to see who had just come home at such a random hour
as he realized it was you, he called your name to greet you, but did not expect your reaction
you had straightened up, and slowly turned around to make eye contact with him
what the actual fuck??? was he in a horror movie? the way you looked at him was almost, pleading. your body language however was that of cornered prey
I hc he deals with some sort of anxiety, which means he’d be pretty good at detecting others in anxious states
as he realized what was going on, he slowly walked towards you in a non threatening way, and guided you to his room by the hand
you had looked like you were going to collapse, so as he sat you down beside him in his room, he wrapped his tail snuggly around you like a hug, which was something he learned can act as a decompresser in relaxing anyone in a heightened state of adrenaline
went to put on video games, but realized the chaotic noise may not be very helpful. instead he opted for a peaceful slice of life anime
he placed an open water bottle near you and a snack in case you wanted it, but you just stared at the screen
as the episodes went on, you relaxed into his tail, so he loosened it a bit
when he realized you had fallen asleep, this man was blushing like no other
you were peacefully sleeping, cuddled up to HIM in His tail like a blanket
absolutely moe
Man he’s so awkward he’d struggle to talk to you about it the day after , so he sends you a text message
Whenever you feel like that you will either text him or go to him
The days you can’t make it to him, he will come to you and bring you to his room, and swaddle you in his tail like a sleeping bag
This man is blushing everytime this happens, but it genuinely seems to help, so who is he to stop doing it
Maybe if you’re lucky he’ll work up the courage to cuddle up to you afterwards, drawing little shapes on your back with his hand as you lie with him in his bedtub
Satan
He was the one to initially notice you weren’t in class- you had ancient literature together, and tardiness / absence wasn’t your thing
The text to him spoke volumes, as out of anyone he is aware of language and its use
As much as he didn’t want to leave a class about reading, he had a nagging impulse to check on you
And so he did
As rapping at the door gave no response from you , he slipped inside and gently shut the door behind him
“Mc?”
Unable to respond , and you could do was look at him. Speaking was too much right now
We walked over and seemed to be lost in thought
As gracefully as he entered, he left - only saying a brief “I’ll be right back”
he returned with a book in hand
Scooting you over , he positioned you so that you were curled up against his lap while he read his book
With one hand he held his book, the other holding onto you and playing with your hair
As you started to settle into his arms , he read part of his book out loud- something for you to focus on
He guided you upright and brought you to the kitchen
Sitting you at the counter, he prepared hot drinks and a snack
You two sat by the fireplace and discussed what today was about, exploring any possible triggers or factors
As you grew more comfortable he was able to ask questions about what it’s like, what he can do and more about any conditions you may have
He’s gentle , but has a tactical approach to the situation overall
Ensures that you have a safe area whenever you start to feel overwhelmed
Love when you snuggle up to him on the couch in his room
Might not tell you that though... who knows
Asmo
He was in your potions class that morning , you weren’t looking unwell - had something changed? Had someone upset you?
He needed to go back to HOL anyways to pick something up, so he thought he could poke his head in
Though he knocked on the door, he opened it right after (seriously what’s the point of knocking then??)
After seeing your form lying down , he came over and cooed at you
“Mc honey you look awful!”
At your lack of response , he grew genuinely worried , though he’d rather not focus on those emotions
Was stumped on what to do so he sat by your head and brushed your hair, humming now and again to pass the time
You hadn’t realized you had dozed off until you had woken up again, only to find asmo looking at you with a smile on his face
“Feeling better now, are we?”
You offered him a small smile in return
Though he wanted you to have a relaxing activity filled night, you weren’t up for much
You ended up eating dinner in his room with him, and you two did your make, nails and a skincare routine
He sat and talked about talking care of yourself
Beauty comes from within, and the first step to that is taking care of your mind
He tries his best, but it’s a little frightening to him, as he tends to avoid his emotions quite a bit
You guys could work on that together though
And that’s all that matters
He now consistently has self care sessions with you , and you both use that time to decompress
It’s nice honestly
Beelzebub
You were supposed to meet him for lunch after second class, and now he’s sad :(
He decides to go home for lunch, so he can check up on you
He knocks twice and waits each time , but after waiting he gets worried, and cracks open the door just a bit
“Mc? Are you ok?”
Upon seeing the apparent distress on your face , he’s panicked, ngl
He picks you up like a baby and looks you over
You were just so overwhelmed, and so much was going on. All you could do was huddle into his chest and cry
He wrapped his arms around you gentle and swayed slightly for some movement , with small words of affirmation to you
“It’s ok, you’re ok, you’re safe”
He’s seen this with belphie , so after realizing you weren’t injured , he was relieved . however after you started to cry his heart broke into tiny little pieces
How did he not notice you were so anxious today??
As you started to calm down he wiped the tears from your face and looked you over
“let’s go get you something to drink, you’ll get a headache from crying”
He carried you downstairs as you had yourself wrapped around his frame for comfort
Handing you a water bottle , he eyed you carefully as you took small sips
You always felt safe with him, he radiating comfort and warmth
When he offered his ears, you two talked about how you’ve been feeling
You guys missed the rest of class, but that’s ok
He now constantly pulls you aside to ensure you’re taking the time to calm down and focus
You, him and belphie take naps together during the especially demanding weeks
He ensures you eat the right foods, so that you minds can function properly
He’s just worried you, and wants you to be happy and safe
Belphegor
He was napping in the main hall when you came home and heard you run to your room
Followed you upstairs, and wasn’t sure what to do, he can be emotionally constipated sometimes
He lay beside you and held you close, pulling you into a deep sleep to help you calm down
You awoke a few hours later to him looking at you, with an unreadable expression on his face
Was he concerned ?
“ let’s talk about it”
Didn’t even give you an option , which you are secretly thankful for
You sat and talked for a couple hours, belphie opening up a little bit , and vice versa
You two stayed in bed , fussing with each other’s hair and having mundane conversations
You two now had a better appreciation for what the other goes through daily
Whenever you look stressed , belphie pulls you aside and rests with you for a little bit to recharge
The attic now becomes your safe space , in which you two retreat when things become too much
Who would’ve thought he had such a soft spot for you in the end?
Hope you guys enjoy! I will edit and expand the shorter sections when I get off of work!
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So cheap! I always thought things like this would cost more than $1 million…
I'm s O F t again-- pls could I get a MC with really breath taking eyes, like god level beauty eyes, but they have like hair covers it, and they only get to see their eyes when its windy out or the hair is away from their eyes? TYSM 💞
I love this ask @ray-rook 💜 you always send me the softest, most tender prompts
😍 Nadia 🦉
Nadia digs this MC’s style, shaggy hair always in their face. She likes to tell them they’re elegantly disheveled.
It doesn’t bother her that she doesn’t see MC’s eyes much? But she does treasure it when she does.
MC has beautiful big doe eyes and you’d never guess, but it’s still easy to tell how gorgeous MC is.
She loves taking MC down to the docks because when it’s sunny their eyes are just the prettiest amber in the light—luminous when the breeze blows their hair back from their face.
When they’re in private and if MC is in favor of experimenting, Nadia will absolutely apply some lavender colored eyeliner to really make MC’s irises pop.
Sometimes MC wears eye makeup after that, though nobody but Nadia tends to notice it. It’s a little aesthetic secret between them two.
🍁 Portia 🌼
The first time she catches a glimpse of MC’s eyes she smiles all day long. They’re just so gorgeous. Heart-eyes.jpg
Portia is also a fan of going to the beach or finding a lovely lakeside location for dates so she can see MC’s eyes when the wind blows their hair back.
She’ll offer MC a pair of cool shades so they can see when it’s bright, windy, or snowy out.
And so when the wind blows MC’s hair out of the way, nobody’s blinded by their intense stare.
MC doesn’t need the shades to see, they can see fine, but they’ll still accept Portia’s gift to protect their eyesight, and to look even cooler than they already do.
MC’s eyes match the exact shades of golden leaves turning brown in Autumn and Pasha can’t get enough of it.
🐩 Lucio 👑
He catches a look at MC’s whole face in the garden maze during a party and it’s like he’s falling in love all over again.
The glitter of fireworks reflected in MC’s eyes brings him to sudden silence and MC has to ask if he’s okay. He could get lost beneath their gaze, he really could.
MC’s irises are the color of honey, gently flecked with brown and green, and he loves them.
He knows MC likes how they look and would never pressure them to change their hair.
But Lucio does want to know if it’s okay to have a portrait of MC with their hair pulled back.
It would be a crime not to have their lovely gaze immortalized in a portrait.
He won’t show anyone if MC doesn’t want them to though. He just wants to be able to look into their eyes when they aren’t around.
🩸 Julian 👁
He’s going to be a little confused about how MC can see with their hair in their eyes all the time. The irony isn’t lost on him though.
For awhile there Julian is convinced that MC has the plague or some awful allergy eyes hiding behind their hair.
During a tender moment alone he brushes their hair gently off their forehead and his heart jumps.
MC’s pretty dark eyes are a velvet sky and he’s lost in them immediately. Every time he looks into their eyes his heart skips a beat.
He’ll end up asking why MC hides behind their hair that way and if they’re sensitive to light. Do they need glasses? He can get them glasses!
MC is flattered but really they just like having wild hair, so they and Julian will continue to walk around, eye(s) mysteriously obscured like the wild plague survivors they are.
🧿 Asra 🔮
Of course Asra’s seen MC’s eyes before. Wide and terrified, narrowed with suspicion, aglow with wonder, and sparkling with mischief.
but he never did see their eyes red with plague, and Asra feels guilty all the time. He’s relieved he never saw them that way, until he remembers that they were alone, with nobody to say goodbye to or look to at the end.
It comforts Asra that whenever MC sees something wonderful, their eyes glitter. It takes him some time to connect the fact that MC always looks like that when they look at him.
Asra could just sit at the reading table with MC for hours, looking into their eyes unable to discern a thing, but he doesn’t mind. Their eyes are dark and mysterious, full of amazement and sorrow and love.
He doesn’t mind that he only sees MC’s eyes in private either. We all have our secrets and sometimes it’s better that nobody sees our true faces—all the better for hiding and sneaking undetected through this world and the next.
⛰ Muriel ☀️
He loves the way MC’s eyes light up when the two of them are strolling in the forest and their eyes look almost evergreen in the shade of trees.
or when they’re bathing in the river, and MC’s hair is slicked back in the water and their eyes are bright with the cold and with love for Muriel.
Muriel is always trying to hide and keep people from knowing what he thinks or feels. The eyes are the window to the soul—so they say—and he understands MC wanting to obstruct their own gaze.
It’s harder for people to guess what MC might be looking at or thinking with their hair always in their face
But somehow whenever they’re with Muriel their hair is up or pinned back and it’s because MC trusts him and wants him to trust them, too.
MC adores looking at Muriel. Even if he’s not one for frequent eye contact, MC wants to share that loving look with him.
To be open one must bare their soul, after all. They’re safe with one another, so MC will braid Muriel’s hair back and let him braid theirs back, so they can share those secret looks
Whole conversations happen between Muriel and MC just glancing at one another. It becomes their own private language, after a time.
Black girls deserve to learn free from bias and stereotypes.
Most black girls experience this hatred at schools. And classmates are not the only problem, there is no support from teachers, too. That’s why they get so affected by their school experiences. Black kids deserve to be treated just like everybody else, they want to study, they want to learn something ,too. However due to prejudice they are 5 times more likely to be suspended than their white peers and it can ruin their lives forever. National Women’s Law Center created this video to change the situation. Join the movement to help black girls feel normal and get the same opportunities everybody else has.
