apparently i still need to hold peoples hands through this so if you just dont like rap or hip hop or dancehall i am begging you to just fucking ask why. why is it that even if its one verse on a song you otherwise love it ruins the whole song. why is it that when an artist you like borrows from or works with any other genre youre okay with it but not when its rap or hip hop. be honest with yourself and look at your music taste and ask yourself what the music you dont like has in common and why they might have that in common.
maybe you dont care about fall out boy featuring a black artist specifically, but why is it that these genres which are dominated by black artists are the ones you dislike. what is it about them that you dont like. dont "i dont know i just dont like them" me, i want you to look at your music taste and really sit with yourself and think about why you like what you like and dont like what you dont like.
because everyone, not just nonblack people, EVERYONE is bombarded with the idea that black art is inferior. that blackness in general is inferior. i have heard people say that they just think rap and hip hop isnt as deep as pop punk, and its really fucking transparent when you have shit like this is america by childish gambino, same drugs by chance the rapper, humble by kendrick lamar, take it back by logic, and you really really expect me to believe that vague lyrical gesturing at the concept of depression is somehow inherently superior to that.
you are hiding behind the fact that in theory, a genre can simply not be to your taste, so as to ignore the fact that in practice, against your will, you have been taught that black people are unsophisticated and shallow, and it influences every fucking thing you do. either admit that, or stop listening to fall out boy, because pete wentz isnt "one of the good ones", hes black, and youve just been ignoring it. fuck you.
(PLS IGNORE THE LOW QUALITY, I WORKED SO HARD TO GET HERE💀🥀)
Lol I wanted to draw more but all of my artistic energy was put into the animation.. and im a bit unhappy with it haha… but at least it’s done.🥳 it’s been a while since I actually animated
You never thought you'd see the day where you were ... scared to see Markus. At the park like he'd suggested, just the two of you. The whole way there your body seemed to be trying to convince you that you were sick, making you tremble, stomach queasy, face flushed like a fever. And every time you tried not to think about it, there your mind went to replay every dumb thing that had went on between you all your life.
The time you chased him around for accidentally sticking gum in your hair, the time you beat him up for saying the wrong thing while you were in a mood, the time you disgustedly told him there was no way you were inviting him to your birthday party. Then the sad smile he gave while trying to take it on the chin, the sincere apology he gave trying to make it up to you, the biggest box of chocolates he could afford to gift you on valentine's day with nothing in return.
It was so much he'd given you over the years that even with your attempts to toss them all out, you still had loads of memorabilia collecting dust in the corners of your room. Cheesy birthday cards with sloppy drawings on it, matching t-shirts from a school field trip, duplicate mini figures of the heroes he liked, unwelcomed pictures he took of the two of you when you weren't paying attention, sweatshirts he'd loaned you on days were you'd failed to dress appropriately for the weather.
Yet you couldn't think of a single thing you had given him before. Maybe some holiday cards because your parents had made you 'write to that one boy you're always playing with.' The idea repulsed you and you tried to fight against it, but when you did that they just giggled and insisted you were acting the way you did cause 'you had a crush on him.' Gross. What is it with old people thinking clear acts of hate meant love? Disgusting really.
Those few gestures were probably the reason Mark never took the hint.
... and probably the one thing making this part possible. Making up with him.
You still hated that idea. But ... you were starting to actually feel bad for all the things you'd done to him. You didn't even want to imagine all the things you had forgotten you had done.
Mark sat at a bench waiting for you, waving over eagerly with that dorky grin squishing up his cheeks.
You couldn't bring yourself to hold his gaze.
"Hey, you're actually early this time, world must be ending, huh?" When you didn't respond he scooted over and patted the space beside him. "I gotta do something with my dad after this so I won't be able to stay as long."
Your heart beat contritely in your chest already trying to tug you up to go. But you made yourself stay, trying to subtly steady your nervous breathing.
"I don't care, Mark."
"... right. Um, anyway, I brought those sandwiches you always liked, my mom was really excited to make them for you." He pulled the picnic basket across the table towards you, pulling out the various snacks he'd prepared for the day. "Y'know, it's funny, you never met, but she still likes you so much. Keeps pushing me to bring you over. But I'm like, no, that's so weird. Right?"
His laugh died down at your hummed reply, so he switched to the bag he'd brought with him.
"I know you're not a fan, but I just bought this new Seance Dog board game and thought we could break it in fresh together-"
"Mark," you cut off.
"Yeah, what's up?" He assembled the pieces to the game beside the basket, careful in opening up the packaging.
You swallowed, finger tapping on the table top. "Why do you let me do it?"
Now he stopped to look at you. "Do what?"
God, we're those eyes of his always so stupidly oblivious? You couldn't look his way. Shifting, your hands gripped by your thighs on the bench, legs crossing at the ankle, eyes fixed on the brown wicker placed in front of you.
"I'm ... you know how I am with you. Why ... why do you let me do that?"
He got quite then, birds chirping cheerily away up in the trees.
For the second time, there was a silence between the two of you. Not a nerdy fact from him or a biting quip from you. Just your breaths, mismatched and careful to not disrupt the choices that would come next.
It droned on for a while, would've been pleasant if not for the reason it existed. Had things been like this before, maybe you and him would be living a different life right now. In another reality you suppose. For now, it was this.
Mark breathed out, leaning his palms back on the bench as well to look at the bright blue sky.
"I don't know ...."
You could've been mad. But really, that answer brought a small sense of comfort for whatever reason. Maybe because if he did know why and told you it'd just prove you deserved to be feeling so distraught about all this the past few days. For all the bad you had done to him, you'd surely get hit back with much worse in the future.
And even your gut knew you deserved that which was coming.
"You never get mad at me."
His smile turned your way again. "I could never. I know I'm a bit annoying. Probably should've ... listened to you sooner."
"Yeah. You should've."
It got quiet again, grass rippling in the light wind, kids giggling in the woodchips nearby. All happy and friendly. That could have been you and Markus if you hadn't decided to hate him from the start. If he ever asked you why that started, you wouldn't have an answer for him either.
"I'm ... I'm sorry for ... you know. I ...," You shrugged. What more could you say? This wouldn't make it better. "Just sorry."
His hand moved to settle atop yours, voice coming out soft and smooth. "Never thought I'd see the day."
Lines crinkled at the corners of his eyes, smile gentle as he turned to you.
It hurt to see. But your heart still ended up feeling lighter.
"I ... I mean it Mark. I ... didn't mean to ... well I did. But ... didn't mean you deserved it. You were always doing stuff like this," you gestured to the picnic setup, "and I just ... couldn’t even pretend to be nice about it-"
He hugged you suddenly, arms tight and firm, nose tucked into your shoulder. "I don't care." He sniffed. "I just ... want you to know I'll always be here. Even if you are responsible for half my doctor visits."
You chuckled weakly something inside you finally crumbling. You hugged him back chin resting on his shoulder in turn, soaking up all his warmth, all those familiar senses that made up Mark that you knew too well for someone who avoided it.
Even if he did, you'd never touched him this way before, not with care, not with kind intention. So you hoped he could tell all that from this one moment.
He wasn't all too bad to hold.
"Y'know, you called me Mark more times today than you ever have the whole time I've known you." He breathed out, voice shaky.
"... I guess I did."
A puff of air exhaled against your skin. "It's really nice to finally hear you say it."
Silence settled once again, both of you trying to avoid the tears sitting inside you, greatful that your position meant neither could look at the other, breaths syncing up in a way they hadn't before.
It felt nice, doing this over fighting.
But it was one thing to get to this point. Another entirely to keep it up. Would you be able to? Or had your habits been so deeply ingrained that a world where you and Markus were true friends was no longer possible? Could you live with this path of your own making?
It was obvious at some point I would make a crossover because the idea is too good to be ignored
Unfortunately I couldn't really come up with something for Sniper and Engineer or let alone rank the boxers and decide in which circuit is who. Will be happy to hear anyone's ideas!!!
𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 who would give you the world if he could. and trust me, he's tried.
satoru who doesn't believe that he could find true love, surprised that he has the ability to be so vulnerable around you. drop that stupid, "honored" role and just... be with you.
the one who tries to make you laugh as much as he possibly can, because your laughter keeps him alive. your smile makes his brain all hazy. the crinkles in your brow makes him stare— he's crazy about you.
satoru who's so so strong, but wouldn't dare use that strength to hurt you. using it only to help. gloating about how many grocery bags he can carry on both arms, though it's simply to showcase his strength, and to lessen your struggles.
the man who scoffs in the face of higher-ups when they scold him for interrupting their meetings with your ringtone, and answering your calls.
"it's my wife?" he simply shrugs, when asked why he insists on making a mockery of these meetings.
satoru who tries to be helpful in his own ways, researching little online tips on "how to keep your spouse happy!" he's embarrassed when you see the search history, reassuring him that he's already perfect, and helps so so much.
satoru brags about you, because God, are you beautiful. so graceful. you put up with him.
he sobs to himself in the night when when sees you lying beside him. you chose him...and not just for his strength or title, and he knows this. his emotions are through the roof for you.
your husband, satoru, loves so loudly.
𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈, 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎
𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 didn't even think he was worthy of love.
it's sad to hear, how undeserving he felt before he met you. with a busy work schedule, crabby attitude, and dangerous job, he convinces himself that it's impossible for him to find someone who could "put up" with him.
for the longest, kento yearned love. a marriage. a happy home. a new feeling of pride in something positive.
kento is a new man when he meets you.
kento who treats you like absolute glass, completely careful of you emotionally, physically, and mentally. there will never be a day in which kento doesn't know what you're feeling. he knows his way through your heart and soul, making it his job to be able to read you in and out— he knows you better than you know yourself.
kento who feels like he needs to spoil you. like it's in his blood to give you top-tier quality items, the only time he ignores you being when you try to convince him otherwise.
this is a man who wakes up on his own at ungodly times of the night and looks over his shoulder to see you sleeping soundly beside him, your designated spot all warm from how relaxed your body is into the mattress. he finds himself, like a routine, gently rubbing your silk-clad back as you sleep on your tummy before reaching over.
"hi, sweetheart. I miss you," he mumbles against your ear, giving the shell a soft kiss. its not like you're gone, but he simply misses you because you're asleep, unable to speak to him. "sleep well." he finishes, before settling in bed beside you.
nanami wants you to make his house a home. he knows your favorite isle in the grocery store is the home-goods; he doesn't miss the way your eyes gleam at the pillows, coasters, and floor mats that could match whichever theme you so desperately want. loves when you point to a house plant and explain why it'd be such a good detail to your house.
kento doesn't hesitate to buy you everything you look at, and no, you're not allowed to object.
kento loves you cautiously— in the best ways.
𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎, 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎
𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 is such an angel.
"can I help, my love?"
"do you need anything from me?"
"no no, I'll do it, darling."
he's so unbelievably sweet to you, constantly trying to help you out, make you feel happy, do whatever he can in exchange for your sweet sweet praise that he lives off of.
choso, the man who can't keep himself off of you. the one who pushes his head into your tummy from under your arms as you scroll through your phone, furrowing his brows when you only giggle instead of run your fingers through his hair like he was hoping.
choso who's still a little new to the world, and gets excited over the smallest of things. amusement parks, grocery stores, pet shops— he's so curious.
the one who makes you breakfast in the morning, trying his best not to wake you up with clattering pots and pans, so excited when he successfully makes you a meal and brings it to your sleeping form.
cho who doesn't stop inviting yuuji over, considering he's about the only immediate family. his heart melts when he realizes that this is his family. you, itadori, and him.
choso who discovers Polaroid cameras, and snaps a photo of you three when you're out and about. pictures of frogs in your backyard, pictures of yuuji tumbling down a steep slope on your hiking trip, photos of the two of you on a lazy day in which you stay in (one he slips into his clear phone case).
choso, is so so patient— often being the mediator to your overthinking or frustration. he's so good in the way he calms you down, gently tugging you by your hip in attempts to pull you away from strangers you wind up bickering with at the mall for being so rude to you.
choso who loves yiu and all your attitude, often calling you his "angry bird." (he only just learned of the game.
𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 who would give you the world if he could. and trust me, he's tried.
satoru who doesn't believe that he could find true love, surprised that he has the ability to be so vulnerable around you. drop that stupid, "honored" role and just... be with you.
the one who tries to make you laugh as much as he possibly can, because your laughter keeps him alive. your smile makes his brain all hazy. the crinkles in your brow makes him stare— he's crazy about you.
satoru who's so so strong, but wouldn't dare use that strength to hurt you. using it only to help. gloating about how many grocery bags he can carry on both arms, though it's simply to showcase his strength, and to lessen your struggles.
the man who scoffs in the face of higher-ups when they scold him for interrupting their meetings with your ringtone, and answering your calls.
"it's my wife?" he simply shrugs, when asked why he insists on making a mockery of these meetings.
satoru who tries to be helpful in his own ways, researching little online tips on "how to keep your spouse happy!" he's embarrassed when you see the search history, reassuring him that he's already perfect, and helps so so much.
satoru brags about you, because God, are you beautiful. so graceful. you put up with him.
he sobs to himself in the night when when sees you lying beside him. you chose him...and not just for his strength or title, and he knows this. his emotions are through the roof for you.
your husband, satoru, loves so loudly.
𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈, 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎
𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 didn't even think he was worthy of love.
it's sad to hear, how undeserving he felt before he met you. with a busy work schedule, crabby attitude, and dangerous job, he convinces himself that it's impossible for him to find someone who could "put up" with him.
for the longest, kento yearned love. a marriage. a happy home. a new feeling of pride in something positive.
kento is a new man when he meets you.
kento who treats you like absolute glass, completely careful of you emotionally, physically, and mentally. there will never be a day in which kento doesn't know what you're feeling. he knows his way through your heart and soul, making it his job to be able to read you in and out— he knows you better than you know yourself.
kento who feels like he needs to spoil you. like it's in his blood to give you top-tier quality items, the only time he ignores you being when you try to convince him otherwise.
this is a man who wakes up on his own at ungodly times of the night and looks over his shoulder to see you sleeping soundly beside him, your designated spot all warm from how relaxed your body is into the mattress. he finds himself, like a routine, gently rubbing your silk-clad back as you sleep on your tummy before reaching over.
"hi, sweetheart. I miss you," he mumbles against your ear, giving the shell a soft kiss. its not like you're gone, but he simply misses you because you're asleep, unable to speak to him. "sleep well." he finishes, before settling in bed beside you.
nanami wants you to make his house a home. he knows your favorite isle in the grocery store is the home-goods; he doesn't miss the way your eyes gleam at the pillows, coasters, and floor mats that could match whichever theme you so desperately want. loves when you point to a house plant and explain why it'd be such a good detail to your house.
kento doesn't hesitate to buy you everything you look at, and no, you're not allowed to object.
kento loves you cautiously— in the best ways.
𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎, 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎
𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 is such an angel.
"can I help, my love?"
"do you need anything from me?"
"no no, I'll do it, darling."
he's so unbelievably sweet to you, constantly trying to help you out, make you feel happy, do whatever he can in exchange for your sweet sweet praise that he lives off of.
choso, the man who can't keep himself off of you. the one who pushes his head into your tummy from under your arms as you scroll through your phone, furrowing his brows when you only giggle instead of run your fingers through his hair like he was hoping.
choso who's still a little new to the world, and gets excited over the smallest of things. amusement parks, grocery stores, pet shops— he's so curious.
the one who makes you breakfast in the morning, trying his best not to wake you up with clattering pots and pans, so excited when he successfully makes you a meal and brings it to your sleeping form.
cho who doesn't stop inviting yuuji over, considering he's about the only immediate family. his heart melts when he realizes that this is his family. you, itadori, and him.
choso who discovers Polaroid cameras, and snaps a photo of you three when you're out and about. pictures of frogs in your backyard, pictures of yuuji tumbling down a steep slope on your hiking trip, photos of the two of you on a lazy day in which you stay in (one he slips into his clear phone case).
choso, is so so patient— often being the mediator to your overthinking or frustration. he's so good in the way he calms you down, gently tugging you by your hip in attempts to pull you away from strangers you wind up bickering with at the mall for being so rude to you.
choso who loves yiu and all your attitude, often calling you his "angry bird." (he only just learned of the game.
Hiii! This is kind of a stupid scenario but could you possibly write lighter and manato x reader (and others too if you’d like) when the guys like possibly shave and reader is devastated.
Kind of like those memes that are “PLEASE DONT SHAVE NO NO NO PICK UP THE PHONE” literally reader is depressed that there’s no happy trail on her boyfriend’s stomach. Thank you so much!
He's Bald! And Bullying People Who Have Hair! - Various x gn!Reader
Characters -> Lighter, Manato
Summary -> ~500 words each. Slightly different plot from the ask for Lighter's
Warnings -> None
A/N -> There is no such thing as a stupid scenario here.
Masterlist
Lighter
The routine went the same as always. He rode his bike over, you went out for dinner, and came home to cuddle and relax. After some light cleaning and affectionate joking around, you both ended up in your bathroom.
You turn on the water, feeling the water start to heat up. You pick up some of the knocked over bottles and look back to Lighter. He hasn't moved at all. Normally he would have taken off some of his clothes to get ready to shower, but all he had taken off was his shades.
Lighter is hesitating. You know it. He knows it. He shifts on his feet as you watch.
"Lighter? Is everything alright, love?" You step close, seeing his hesitance and hopping it wasn't because he was suddenly uncomfortable or insecure.
He frowns, holding your hand. "Don't be upset. I lost a bet with Lucy."
"A bet?" You stop everything you were doing, now insanely worried. He hasn't even seem this nervous in front of you before. Whatever it was must have been really bad.
"It was a stupid thing we were doing on a supply run in Lumina Square and-" He was rambling, trying to stall the inevitable.
"What happened?"
"We were passing the salon and-"
"Lighter. What. Happened." You were not going to play around. He wasn't going to be able to hide this from you.
He looks down in shame and takes his shirt off. What you see is just skin. Slightly red from being irritated, but it was so smooth. What else could you do? You laugh. You laugh so hard you have to lean against the counter, lungs aching.
"Stop laughing! It really hurt." His voice cracks, unable to maintain that gruff tone he tries to live in. "The wax was hot and it hurt when it was ripped off-"
You stumble forward, head resting against his chest as you laugh even harder. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry You lost a bet with Lucy and have to wax your torso!?"
Lighter stiffens, his hand cupping the back of your head instinctually. "…and my legs."
The laughing chokes you. You stumble, coughing as you attempt to catch your breath, collect yourself, anything. "YOUR LEGS!! SHOW ME, SHOW ME!"
Lighter blushes and takes off his pants, showing you all of the skin that used to be buried underneath a forest of thick, wiry hair.
You gasp, seeing him in a way you never have before. "Oh god you're so pale-"
"Alright that's enough." He growls and picks you up, carrying you out of the bathroom before tossing you on the bed. "I'm taking a shower alone." He, of course, isn't actually upset, just tired of your joking around.
"Wait, Lighter, no~" You reach out playfully but it was too late, Lighter had already closed himself in the bathroom.
You knew he was only safe for a manor of time. The second he stepped out of the bathroom again you'd be all over making fun of him.
Manato
You drop your phone in pure horror. It landed with the screen up on the bed, so even if it was far away, the text still stared at you like a threat.
{Manato: "Got some new clippers, gonna try shaving with them today."}
That text was terrifying for so many reasons. Images of dogs coming home from the grooming shop with bad haircuts superimposed on Manato's thiren features. What if he messed up his beautiful tail? Or, god forbid, the hair on his head. You pick up the phone, hitting the call icon.
"Hello?" The gruff voice answers, like he was in the middle of something.
You sound borderline panicked as you speak up, "please tell me you haven't done it yet! Put down the clippers Manato!"
He laughs, the sound booming even over the phone. "Babe, it's not that bad-"
"No, NO! Put it down! I'll be right there. I'll help brush and trim any matted fur, just don't touch it!"
He sucks in a sharp breath. "Well, calm down. I haven't touched any fur besides my shoulders."
"No…" You cover your mouth in horror, realizing what that meant. "You shoulders? So that means…?"
"Yes, I shaved my torso."
"WHY!?" You shriek, devastated.
Manato laughs even louder, insulting your distress. "It's uncomfortable under my shirts. Gotta tame the jungle."
You think for a moment, try to see if there was anyway you could get back at him. An idea pops into your head. You straighten up even if he can't see you. "I'm shaving the bush."
Manato stops laughing on a dime. "Wait wait, I'm sorry-"
"Nope! You made me do this. This is all your fault."
"BABE PLEASE I-" you hung up on him, laying back down in bed. You weren't actually going to get up and shave, you just think it's funny to stress him out.
Well…. it was funny until there are three sharp knocks on the front door. You open it and Manato is looking at you with the biggest puppy eyes imaginable. "Tell me you haven't done it yet." He pouts.
You pull him in and close the door. "Take your shirt off, let me see the damage."
He pulls his shirt off and looks ashamed. The lovely fluffy fur on his shoulders had been shaved down. But worse than his lush thiren fur being shaved, his chest had been shaved down too. Your hand slapped across your mouth as you tried to jokingly summon tears. "You look bald."
He huffs, offended. "It get's warm, okay!?" He tries to defend himself, running his hand over what was now just smooth skin.
"No. I can't deal with this." You cross your arms. "You have to wear your shirt when you sleep over now. I am not feeling that against my face."
"What, this?" He grabs you faster than you can back up, pulling you into his broad frame, rubbing his shaved chest over you as you try to shove him away.
"Stop! No! Save me!" You squirm, both of you laughing and play fighting. You eventually ended up pushing him against the couch, now in a loose cuddle pile. You sit up a bit, tracing the fur on his ear with your finger. "Look. You can thin out the thiren fur, I know it get's hot. But…" your hand drifts down to his chest and lower stomach, "don't touch any of this."
