lizzyzzn

[lizzyzzn]

୨ৎ rules

★ what I write and its symbols

꒰ 💐 ꒱ fluffy

꒰ 🫗 ꒱ obscenity

꒰ 🫧 ꒱ headcanon

꒰ 🧼 ꒱ one short

꒰ 💭 ꒱ fanfic

꒰ ☁️ ꒱ anguish

★ things i don't write

bestiality, omegaverse, extreme obscenity, extreme age difference, cannibalism, anything that normalizes extremely toxic relationships, enemies to love, character x character, oc.

★ obscenities that I do not write ！！

adult x minor, games with vomit, urine or anything disgusting, bestiality, use of extreme violence, abuse, cannibalism, necrophilia.

there are more things that I will add

★ my question box is open for questions and suggestions!! but read what you can or cannot tell me

very personal questions I will not answer I do not tolerate any type of prejudice, especially xenophobia against Latinos.

If you support the far right I would recommend that you do not follow me

please don't say sexual things to me unless it's a story suggestion

★ some things that can be recurring in fanfic

I will always use a female reader

I don't write homosexual stories especially when they are between two girls

sometimes the reader may have certain characteristics but I always warn at the beginning

[lizzyzzn]

୨ৎ about me

★ you can call me Liz!!

★ my pronouns are she/her

★ english is not my first language and spelling mistakes may occur because of this

★ I'm a Latin girl

★ I'm a minor girl but I don't care if it's wrong or not to read obscenity at my age so don't come and lecture me

★ I write obscenities but I always make it explicit first

[lizzyzzn]

pov: you date Scott Barringer

images taken from pinterest

( @liziyzzn )

[lizzyzzn]

𝓢𝓬𝓸𝓽𝓽 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 🏈

Just a little moodboard of our favorite little prick.

[lizzyzzn]

All I want for Christmas is

A) JAMES KELLY tucking me to bed (every night) and then stroking my hair while I cry to his chest and he's telling me everything's gonna be alright

B) CLAYTON BERESFORD at my doorstep, taking me out of this bombshell (I'd cuddle to him nonstop)

C) ANAKIN SKYWALKER in general

D) SAM MONROE in general

E) VADER (unburned, burned, whatever)

[lizzyzzn]

What do you think Scott would be like as a boyfriend?? I love him so much but almost no one writes about him 😭

authors note: I know, it’s so annoying because he might just be my favourite Hayden character but there’s not much works for him. Hope you enjoy

Tw: mentions of sexual abuse and addiction

⭒ Scott Barringer would make a deal of showing you off to other people, a hand around your waist, his lips attached to your neck, murmuring in your ear about how you were his.

⭒ Scott Barringer would love to just spend time with you, laying in the grass and looking up at the sky in a comfortableness that he only felt with you.

⭒ Scott Barringer is the type of of guy who’d be extremely possessive of the people he loved. If he saw you talking to a guy, he’d get mad and yell at you, then at night, he’d come back crying and apologetic.

⭒ Scott Barringer would tease you when you said anything stupid or make a mistake. “God, you’re such an idiot sometimes” or “are you being this dumb on purpose?”

⭒ Scott Barringer, however, would also threaten to beat up anyone who so much as looked at you funny, and if anyone ever put you down he’d adamantly tell you that you were “the most perfect girl alive.”

⭒ Scott Barringer, despite his cocky nature, is insecure about himself, always whining about “why would you want to be with someone like me? I’m a mess.”

⭒ Scott barringer is the type of guy to always make sure you were always okay. You skipped a meal? He’d be by your side, telling you how “you need to eat, you need to look after yourself.” You weren’t sleeping well? He’d drag you to his cabin, tuck you up in his bed and force you to sleep.

⭒ Scott Barringer would love to play piano for you, sometimes he’d even try and teach you some pieces.

⭒ Scott Barringer would love seeing you wear his flannels, loving the way the material bunches up around your frame and the way you’d smell like him afterwards

⭒ Scott Barringer would love to show off that he belonged to you, letting you mark him up, letting you kiss his face and smear your lipgloss everywhere, letting you spray him with your perfume so everybody knew it.

⭒ Scott Barringer would love to just spend time, curled up in bed with his arms around you and your head on his chest.

⭒ Scott Barringer is the most dramatic boy you’ve ever met, he’d fall over on a hike and claim he was “dying”, forcing you to kiss him better.

⭒ Scott Barringer would try and do everything for you, carry your bag for you, tie your shoelaces for you, buy your lunch for you, it got to the point where you had to tell him that you weren’t helpless and that you can do things for yourself.

⭒ Scott Barringer is the type of guy who’d love playing with your hair. He’d subconsciously reach out and start twisting and twirling the strands together.

⭒ Scott Barringer is the type of guy who’d give up all his vices just for you. Sure, he’s relapse every time but the thought was there.

⭒ Scott Barringer would be very insecure about sex, or his lack of it. The first time you both had tried, he’d broke down crying and you spent the night, holding him and telling him you “loved him just the same.”

⭒ Scott Barringer is the type of guy to hide his emotions because “he’s a guy,” and you’d find yourself often telling him that guys are allowed to have feeling too.

⭒ Scott Barringer hated when you’d leave him, even if it was just to go hang out with your friends, he’d beg and plead for you to stay with him and that if “you want to paint your nails and do your hair and gossip” he would do it with you.

[lizzyzzn]

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 - 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

˚₊‧♡ How they would act with y/n's parents if they were extremely restrictive

˚₊‧♡ H e a d c a n o n s!

˚₊‧♡ 𝑭𝒕. Kakucho Hitto, Izana Kurokawa, Manjiro Sano, Kazutora Hanemiya, Ran Haitiani, Rindou Haitiani, Sanzu Haruchiyo and Hanma Shuji

𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

He would totally respect the girl's parents, despite that, he would never let anything happen to her.

He would pick her up at home secretly, being as discreet as possible so that her parents wouldn't find out about his encounters.

He would give the girl a "spare" cell phone for the times when her parents take his cell phone.

He would defend her from any toxic or abusive situations coming from her parents.

If things got worse at the girl's house, he would take her out of that house without thinking twice.

𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤��𝐰𝐚

Izana would certainly be extremely irritated by the girl's parents' behavior.

He always picks her up at home when the situation is not good.

He definitely wouldn't mind taking the girl away if the situation simply got worse.

He wouldn't show an ounce of respect or consideration for the girl's parents since he knows exactly how toxic they are.

"Who the fuck do they think they are to treat you like that?" He would say when he heard the girl's outbursts about her parents.

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

"... What the fuck do they think they're doing?" He would say that when he heard y/n reveal what her parents do and how restrictive they are.

Manjiro wouldn't give a damn about what her parents thought of them together and at no time would he respect the restrictions imposed on the girl.

He would take her to his house or to any place extremely far from her parents.

He would certainly be careful with the girl, allowing her to have the freedom to do whatever she wanted as long as it wasn't any harmful behavior.

"It's okay now." He would say for now when they were far enough away from all that.

𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

Kazutora wouldn't think twice about disrespecting the girl's parents if they were making her subject to silly restrictions.

He would take her away from her parents.

"As long as I'm here, no one will hurt you, are we okay like this?" Kazutora would say as he took the girl to his house.

He would be extremely affectionate, he would give all the hospitality in the world to make the girl feel at home.

Kazutora would not allow the girl to have any kind of contact with her parents after everything that happened.

𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐢

He simply would not care about the opinion of the girl's parents about him.

"I don't give a damn about what they think or don't think about us, you're mine now." He would say to comfort the girl.

Ran would certainly take her to live in his house, completely distancing her from her parents.

He would be attentive, always making the girl feel at ease.

Ran would no longer allow the girl's parents to have any kind of control over her.

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐢

"What the hell kind of parents are these?" He would be completely incredulous at the behavior of the girl's parents when he heard her venting.

He wouldn't give the girl's parents the slightest respect, he simply wouldn't care about their existence.

He would take the girl to live with him.

Rin would take care of her as much as possible so that she would be well and forget the traumas that her toxic parents caused her.

He would never let her parents get close to him again.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨

Sanzu already imagined that y/n's situation at home was not the best because of her extremely restrictive parents, for this reason, he always avoided seeing them.

He would certainly take her away from her parents without caring about any consequences.

Haruchiyo would be as understanding as possible and would appear calm in front of the girl despite getting really upset when he heard all her outbursts.

He would never let her parents get close again.

He would make her feel free to be whoever she wanted and would support her in everything.

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢

"I don't give a damn about what your parents think of me, they're fucking annoying." It would definitely be something he would say without thinking twice about y/n's parents.

He would continue with the girl even if her parents created prohibitions.

He would defend the girl from any reprisals.

Hanma is not the type of person who respects ignorant people, so he simply wouldn't give a damn about y/n's parents' conservatism.

He would do >Everything< to make her have as much freedom as possible when she was with him, despite that, he would take good care of her and would always defend the girl from toxic parents.

[lizzyzzn]

introducing . . . girly girl!reader

folklore girly , mini skirts , blushed cheeks , vanilla, sweetest girl you will ever meet , pet lover , biggest girls girl ever , shopaholic , everything pink , shy at first but when she’s comfortable shes the most bubbliest girl ever , music lover , huge vinyl collection , sweet scented perfume , big plushie girl , journaling , loves to draw , sensitive , clairo lover , cry baby when she can be , biggest heart ever , sees the good in everyone around.

music quotes ᡣ𐭩

- “i worry this is how im always gonna feel.” - Billie Eilish

- “i don’t wanna think of anything else now that i’ve thought of you.” - Taylor Swift

- “the things you do, only make me wanna get closer to you.” - Clairo

- “yeah my boyfriends pretty cool, but he’s not as cool as me.” - Lana Del Rey

- “They mistook my kindness for weakness.” Lana Del Rey

pairing w/ guitarist!matt here

- avery’s note ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡-

i love love loveeee girly girl!reader im so excited for this au omggg, i know i’ve been so bad with new stuff coming out but please bare me with, also her name is going to be angel !! very basic i know but i feel like that suited her best <3

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - @ellaapsworld @chrissv4mp @jetaimevous @mattsbrowser @submattenthusiast @flouvela @sturniolosiphone @chrislova @sophand4n4 @mattsfavoritestar @mattslolita @y3sterdaysproblem @strnilolover @cayleeuhithinknott

[lizzyzzn]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 (𝐈𝐌)𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓.𝐈𝐈 ✦ 𝐂𝐋¹⁶

SUMMARY: Charles Leclerc, a Formula 1 star, faces the decline of his reputation after breaking up with art curator Alexandra Saint Mleux. Under pressure from his team, he is forced into a fake relationship with one of the most popular influencers of the moment. NOTES: English is not my first language, so there might be some writing mistakes. I apologize for that, and feel free to point out any improvements. WC: 1.9k WARNING: teasing, fake relationship

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The next morning, Charles was already regretting it. Or maybe just annoyed. Or both. He hadn’t decided yet. The truth was, the plan had started before he was even awake.

“Did you like her photo?” Lorenzo asked, barging into the room without knocking.

“Good morning to you too,” Charles replied, throwing a pillow at his brother.

“Charles, I’m serious. Did you?”

“Which photo? She posts like fifty a day.”

Lorenzo sighed and handed his phone to his brother. On the screen, Y/N’s latest post glowed—a seemingly casual photo but so flawlessly composed it was impossible not to notice the meticulous planning behind it.

“Liked it yet?” Lorenzo pressed, pointing at the heart button.

Charles mumbled something unintelligible but tapped the button anyway.

“There. Done. Now let me sleep.”

But it wasn’t done. The second his like went live, the internet worked its obsessive magic. Gossip accounts picked up on the move almost immediately. “Charles Leclerc likes Y/N’s photo. Coincidence or something more?”

Meanwhile, across the city, Y/N was sitting in a chic café, laughing quietly as her phone blew up with notifications.

“They’re fast, huh?” she commented to her best friend, Clara, who was rolling her eyes as she stirred her cappuccino.

“Are you actually enjoying this?” Clara asked, sounding a little skeptical.

“It’s not about enjoying it. It’s a job.” Y/N shrugged, though the smirk on her lips said otherwise.

Charles was never a fan of hosting dinners at home. He was more of a fine-dining restaurant kind of guy—or, when no one was looking, fast food in his car. But tonight, his apartment had turned into Sofia’s mission control.

He opened the door still in sweatpants, his hair a mess, and looking just a little tired.

“You look like a teenager,” was the first thing Y/N said as she walked in, holding a bag of desserts.

“And you always look ready for a runway,” he shot back, taking in her flawless outfit: skinny jeans, a white cropped tee, and sneakers���casual but calculated.

“Thanks. I practice.”

She waltzed in, ditching her shoes near the door and taking in the space. His apartment was minimalist but not soulless. Trophies were scattered across a shelf, abstract art he clearly didn’t choose hung on the walls, and a big couch dominated the living room, probably the epicenter of his social life.

“Do you actually live here? I expected it to be… messier,” she remarked, flopping onto the couch.

“If it were messier, you’d complain. If it were tidier, you’d say it’s fake. So, please, tell me the exact level of chaos that would make you happy.”

“You’re starting to figure me out,” she said with a laugh.

The dinner, as it turned out, was delivery that took so long to arrive they were already brainstorming the next steps of the plan before eating. Y/N sat cross-legged on the floor, her laptop open and notes scattered across the coffee table.

“Okay, we need something for the first public appearance. Nothing too obvious, but not so subtle that people miss the point.”

Charles, slouched on the couch, watched as she spoke, distracted by the businesslike tone she used.

“Do you talk this seriously all the time, or is it just when you’re in work mode?” he asked, resting his chin on his hand.

“This is serious, Leclerc,” she replied without looking up. “If you want to salvage your reputation, you’re going to have to trust me.”

He sighed, knowing she was right.

“Our first appearance could be next week, just before the Monaco race weekend. We could stroll around the streets in your car or stop at a café,” she suggested. “It’ll look casual, but everyone will notice.”

“What if we just let the rumors do their thing?” he tried.

“Because that would be too easy for you.” Y/N finally looked up. “You need to give people a reason to believe this story. And I’m very convincing.”

At that moment, the delivery arrived. Charles went to grab it while Y/N rearranged the table to make it look casually perfect.

“Let’s start small,” she said, stretching her arm out to snap a photo. He watched as she worked, following her directions like a puppet.

“This will drive people crazy,” she commented, showing him the image before posting it.

The picture showed Charles’s hand holding a wine glass and part of his torso. On the table between them sat two pizzas.

Charles rolled his eyes. “You’re good at this, I’ll admit.”

“Not just good—excellent,” she corrected.

As they ate, the tension between them grew more noticeable. While they discussed details like when she’d start appearing in the paddock, the teasing didn’t stop.

“Do you think people will actually believe I fell for you?” he asked, smirking.

“If I can pretend to find you interesting, people can believe anything,” she shot back, taking a bite of pizza.

He laughed. “Interesting? I thought you were having fun.”

“I’m a great actress,” she said, giving him a playful wink.

“Now we need more pictures,” Y/N said after a while, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Something a bit more… intimate.”

“More?” Charles sighed, clearly exhausted. “Wasn’t that last one enough?”

“Of course not! People need to believe we’re in love. Think of something subtle: holding hands, your hand on my thigh… something like that.”

Charles raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile immediately forming on his lips. “For someone who made the ‘no touching’ rule, you seem pretty eager for this. Trying to relive that night at the club?”

The comment was bold, but Y/N didn’t even blink. She simply stared at him for a moment, her calm almost irritating, before replying, “What night, Leclerc? You must be confusing me with one of your dreams.”

He chuckled, but there was something about the way she brushed off the topic that left him unsettled. After all, she had walked out that night without a word, pretending like nothing had happened. And it still nagged at him.

Unbothered, Y/N stood up and moved to the couch behind them, sitting like someone who knew exactly what they were doing.

“Come here. You need to sit next to me,” she ordered, patting the spot beside her on the couch.

Charles raised an eyebrow but stood up, following her instructions without protest. “What do I need to do now, boss?”

Y/N firmly took his hand and placed it on her thigh. With her other hand, she adjusted her phone’s camera.

“You just need to sit still,” she said, winking at him before snapping the picture. “Look, it turned out so cute!”

She showed him the result, a satisfied smile lighting up her face.

He glanced at the photo, then back at her. “You seem pretty excited about this. I’m starting to think I’m not the only one dreaming here.”

Y/N let out a small laugh, ignoring his comment as she went back to adjusting the photo’s filter. But Charles couldn’t help but notice: as much as she tried to stay in control, there was something in her eyes that hinted she might be enjoying this more than she let on.

Later, as they cleared the empty plates and went over the plan’s timeline, their eyes met. For a moment, silence filled the room. It wasn’t awkward, but it was heavy with something neither of them wanted to acknowledge.

“Well, this was… productive,” Y/N said, breaking the tension as she stood up to grab her bag.

“‘Productive’ is one way to put it,” he replied, following her to the door.

Once she left, Charles collapsed onto the couch and grabbed his phone. The picture she had just posted was already blowing up with comments. He liked it quietly before tossing the phone onto the table.

At the media day press conference, Charles had already memorized the answers Sofia had prepared for him. When someone asked about his personal life, he replied with a cryptic smile:

“I’ve been spending more time at home, enjoying it with people I like.”

Meanwhile, Y/N was doing her part. During an Instagram live, someone asked,

“Do you like Formula 1?”

She smiled, as if she knew exactly what she was doing.

“I didn’t think I did, but lately… I’ve been watching it more.”

tαglıst: @charlesgirl16 @sltwins

[lizzyzzn]

TIMING: summer 1943

The golden spikes of wheat swayed in the breeze, the horizon blurred by the heat of the sun. You sat together in the middle of the field, far from the noise of the village, far from the world that seemed to crumble a little more each day. Anakin was laying on his back, one hand pillowing his head while the other loosely held yours.

“You think the war will end soon?” you asked softly, breaking the silence that had settled like a warm blanket over the two of you.

Anakin didn’t answer at first. His eyes were fixed on the sky, where clouds drifted lazily, oblivious to the chaos below. He squeezed your hand gently.

“Maybe,” he finally said, his voice low, thoughtful. “Or maybe it doesn’t. Maybe it just drags on until there’s nothing left.”

You glanced at him, the lines of worry etched across his face making your heart ache. “Don’t say that.”

“It’s the truth, isn’t it?” His voice cracked slightly, betraying the heaviness in his chest. He turned his head to look at you, his piercing blue eyes shadowed by something you couldn’t quite place. Fear? Regret? “Some of us won’t make it out of this.”

Your breath hitched. You shook your head, desperate to push away the thought. “You will. You’ll come back to me.”

“I want to believe that,” he murmured, his gaze falling down to your hand, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “But if I don’t…”

“Don’t.” Your voice wavered, but you didn’t let the tears fall. “Don’t say it. Don’t even think it.”

The silence returned - thick and suffocating, yet you didn’t let go of him. Instead, you shifted closer, resting your head on his chest. His heartbeat was steady, grounding, so calming in everyday-chaos

“Do you think we’ll have a house someday?” you whispered after a while, your fingers tracing absent patterns on his shirt. “A little one, on a hill. Maybe a dog running around. And you, fixing everything that breaks while I try to plant roses that refuse to bloom.”

He chuckled softly, the sound bittersweet. “Roses would bloom for you, angel. They’d have to.”

A small smile tugged at your lips, though your throat burned. “And maybe…” you trailed off, hesitant.

“Maybe what?”

“Maybe a baby. Or two.”

His chest rose sharply beneath you, and when you glanced up, his gaze was softer, warmer. “You’d be the best mother,” his voice cracking under the weight of the words. “And I’d try to be a good father. I’d want them to look like you, though..”

“Anakin,” you whispered, your hand pressing against his cheek. He turned into your touch, his eyes slipping shut for a moment, as though memorizing the feeling.

The wind picked up, rustling the wheat around you. It felt like the world held its breath.

“Do you think we’ll make it?” you asked, your voice breaking.

He didn’t answer this time, and the silence was deafening.

But then he sat up, pulling you with him. His hands cupped your face, his gaze burning into yours. “I’ll try,” he said fiercely. “For you. I’ll do everything I can to make it back to you. But if I don’t…”

“No.” You shook your head, tears slipping down your cheeks. “Don’t you dare.”

“If I don’t,” he repeated, his voice softer now, “promise me you’ll keep living. You’ll plant those roses, even if they won't bloom. You’ll find peace.”

“I don’t want peace. I want you,” you choked out, gripping his wrists.

He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly, his chin resting on the crown of your head. His heart thundered against your ear.

Silence - so familiar yet so foreign

“I love you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your hair.

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[lizzyzzn]

me acting like I just didn't read the most filthy nasty hot smut fic of my life

[lizzyzzn]

when AO3 was created I was still in my mother's womb ☠️☠️☠️

Happy birthday to AO3 🎂🎉

[lizzyzzn]

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 🚬

summary; he thinks you're so pretty.

everyday he sees you in 4th period, world history. his eyes staying on you almost the whole class. when hes not looking at you, its because he doesnt want to be caught staring. sam hates when you talk to your snarky, spoiled friends. they're so stupid looking with all those "trendy" clothes they wear. sam likes how you dont follow the trends. you wear whatever you want. just like him.

you're so pretty, he thinks. your pretty eyes. the way that your mascara makes them pop. the beauty marks on your face that hes noticed overtime. those necklaces you never take off, they're cool. God, he loves the way they dip into your shirt. most times you have your hair down, and sure, its cute.. but when you actually take the time to show up to school with a real hair style, it makes him crazy. curled, up in a bun or a claw clip, pig tails, braids.. whatever. he just thinks you look great with your hair done.

hes written songs about you. only plays them when hes home alone. there are no lyrics to these songs. just cool guitar and a few hums here and there. he joined a band and showed them these songs. they were hits at their gigs. he changed the names of his songs though.. they were all stupid lovey dovey names that he'd never let the world take note of.

sometimes he makes his friends hangout near your usual hangout spot at lunch judt so he can glance over at you here and there. the sun displayed on your beautiful face and skin. the way it highlights your hair. hes obsessed.

he crushed on you all of highschool and never let you know.. because sam monroe is a pussy. hes never gonna live down the rejection hes most certain he'll face. stupid boy. little did he know, you thought he was cute too. was ot meant to be? maybe.. but you'll never know because you both never told eachother anything.

errrm how do we feel about this chat.. i dont like it. anyways im tagging my friends because haha

@lovebunanon @d0llfilth @erosmutt

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[lizzyzzn]

ok this is extremely cute.

𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 '𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝

⊱✿⊰ summary: headcanons with shoto todoroki x somebody who loves skincare

⊱✿⊰ warnings: mentions of todo's burn? But like basically nothing

⊱✿⊰ notes: this was requested! Thank you so much for the request, Ace! I hope you like it <3

❀ Shoto doesn't understand skincare like literally at all. He was never taught that it was very important and even out of his father's care he never focused on his appearance. He was focused on being a better hero than his dad, and then his classmates, he didn't care much for having soft skin.

❀ He has pretty good skin just naturally. He probably doesn't desperately need skincare but it does make him look even more stunning than he already does.

❀ He loves listening to you talk about it though. He will lay his head on your stomach and listen to you talk about different skincare products and what they are used for. (And he has a great memory, he will remember it.)

❀ Shoto buys you all the skincare you need regardless of the price. He goes from daddy's money to being a well known pro hero so he has always had quite a bit of money. Anyway yeah, Shoto refuses to let you pay for it (he will fight you if you try to pay don't try him)

❀ He honestly enjoys the days you do his skincare. He loves having your gentle hands on his skin, the cooling sensations of the masks and creams. Plus he loves being able to talk to you in that relaxed environment. It is is lovely.

❀ You guys have skincare day probably weekly. Maybe on a Saturday you both head into his dorm and you do his skincare and yours. You guys watch movies, eat snacks, and cuddle. Its become a sort of date night for you two.

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shouto has not stopped talking about his new nephew for an hour and fifty seven minutes.

you can't blame him, really, for not being able to stop rambling since he got home—you saw the photos he snapped on his phone, the sweet little boy is borderline cherubic. and it's his first nephew, after all, with touya being the first of the todoroki siblings to have any children. there's added novelty to this new arrival. the fact that the baby is so cute is just a serendipitous bonus.

"...and then he fell asleep right in my arms." shouto rinses his toothbrush under the stream of water flowing from the tap in your shared bathroom. half the story he'd just told had been lost to the froth of toothpaste in his mouth, talking around the toothbrush as he cleaned his teeth before bed, but he'd already told you this part of the story three times—so thankfully you didn't miss anything.

you smile as shouto wipes at the corner of his mouth with a towel hanging from the rail on one side of the bathroom, watching his reflection in the mirror. his eyes flicker up to meet yours in the surface of the glass, and he sees the mirthful twist at the corner of your mouth.

he turns to you in the narrow bathroom just off your bedroom and approaches you slowly, his arms winding around your waist as he tucks his face into the crook of your neck. he's in his pajamas now, ready for bed, and without lifting his head or stepping away from you, he begins shuffling the two of you out the door towards your waiting bed in the next room. you can't help but giggle as you go, reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck for balance, allowing him to guide you wherever he sees fit.

shouto leans you back gently once the back of your knees hit the edge of your mattress, crawling overtop of you to get to his side of the bed and then pulling you into his chest once more as he tugs the blankets up around you both.

"sounds like you had a lot of fun today," you remark quietly as you settle into bed, your fingers tracing idle patterns into the flat plane of shouto's sternum.

"i didn't expect him to be so small," shouto replies. "or to smell so good."

you want to laugh at his sincere tone of surprise, but hold it back.

"i hope i get to meet him soon, too," you say.

"touya says you're welcome any time," shouto insists. "he said i'm only welcome some of the time, though."

that really does make you laugh, because you can practically hear the eldest todoroki son's voice saying the words.

it's quiet for a while as you and shouto lay in bed, tangled up together.

"he's gonna make me the godfather," shouto finally says after a while—so softly you almost miss it. the remark, and the tenderness in his voice, makes something in your chest squeeze tight.

"that's so nice, sho," you answer.

"that means if anything ever happens to touya, we get the baby."

'we' he says—not i—like he doesn't for a second picture any future (even one where his beloved older brother has met some untimely demise) without you in it.

"don't wish anything ill on him just because you want to steal his cute baby," you tease him, lifting your head up and resting your chin against his chest so you can watch his face. he looks pensive, like he's really mulling over your words, and it makes you want to laugh again.

"but it would be nice, i think," shouto finally speaks again after his careful contemplation. "having the baby here with us."

heat floods up fast to your cheeks, and you glance away unconsciously. you're sure shouto has no idea what he's just said—still a little giddy from how smitten he is with his new nephew. but it still makes your mind go to places it shouldn't.

"no baby stealing," you reiterate firmly. flopping down again to go to sleep—if for no other reason than you suddenly find it hard to meet his gaze.

shouto sighs a little, but the sound is resigned like he's reluctantly agreeing to your terms. he eases you over onto your side so he can curl up behind you underneath the cover of your quilt, his strong arm looping over your waist.

the heat of shouto's breath hits the shell of your ear as his face rests on the pillow behind you, and you can still smell the spearmint from his toothpaste. his warmth seeps into you as he presses into your back. you close your eyes and luxuriate in the familiarity of it.

"we could have our own, you know," shouto's voice is much nearer to you than you expect it to be when he speaks again, his lips brushing against the back of your ear softly as they shape his words. his hand slips up underneath the t-shirt you wore to bed—the tips of his fingers feel scorching as they ghost across your skin. "and i bet our baby would be even cuter than touya's—no stealing required."

[lizzyzzn]

In my arms (Reader x Gilbert Blythe)

Requested by: Anon, Forever tag: @grey-girl​, @missmelodramatic​, @spxce-frxckles​, @theletterhart​, @elllie-does-the-posts​, @be-patient-be-good​, @coupsnflower​, @wdwmills​

A/n:This is a shorter one since I had barely the time but wanted to upload anyway!

Right here and in this moment was everything perfect. If you could freeze time, you would capture this moment forever. Gilbert’s silent room. The curtains mildly open for some sun lights to come creeping in. The dark lighted room with only a few beams of light coming in. One falling on your arm as the other one gleamed on Gilbert’s face. He was still fast asleep as the morning glow had already awoken you. The bed was nice and warm, a place you never wanted to leave. Gilbert’s strong arms around your body, holding you captive and close to him. His head was laying gently on his pillow. Your gaze was upon him, just admiring the structure of his jaw, nose, and eyes. Everything about him was perfect. Gilbert exhaled deep, his breath tickling your face. 

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