#and clothing stores that only go up to an L and plus size clothes that are just skinny patterns sized up instead of reworked for fat bodies

[slowwshoww]

i've gotten to a point in my life where skinny people make me angry like so sorry to my skinny friends but i would love to see fewer of you out and about i'm tired

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Need to rant for a minute because even though I have very much been enjoying the fruits of my efforts learning how to sew vintage style clothes, I just swapped out old fatphobia (nice plus size vintage clothes never making it to stores) for new fatphobia (trying to find patterns). Cause it doesn't end at what clothes you're able to buy already made.

I finally bought a Friday Pattern Company pattern the other day, and man it made the bare minimum feel like I was being spoiled. The sizes go up to 7X (that's XL, XXL, 1X, 2X, etc, so there's 9 sizes above L) they had a thin and a fat model on the cover! Usually I'm barely lucky enough to get an XL, and I'm just expected to guess how it's going to look on my body. The majority of their patterns have two differently sized models on the covers, and all of them have that full range of patterns inside.

It is so hard to find good plus size patterns, even if they're available, many companies just scale up their mediums and I can't guarantee they're actually sized correctly for a different shape. As good as Friday is, them and other modern indie pattern companies aren't easy to find.

Okay well what if I went another step deeper, what if I forgo patterns all together and decide to be completely independent and draft things myself?

Then I'll need a plus size dress form. I got lucky and found one at an antique mall for 50$ but these are incredibly rare and more expensive than smaller ones. I'll need to learn how to draft patterns, something that was taught to me on a XS form by my college and nearly every tutorial out there. Drafting close fitting clothes for fat bodies is a completely different skillset, because all that extra fat is much squishier and shifts more. Measuring yourself correctly and getting the shape you're looking for is far more important. Before I even got there I'd need to sketch out what I wanted to make, right? Well the patterning book my family got me only shows you how to draw tall, skinny people. A beginner would have to look up their own drawing references and tutorials because what what supposed to be a super accessible beginner's guide to fashion has decided their body isn't normal enough for the baseline tutorial.

We're expected to be the ones who put in the extra effort. Digging to find the pattern companies that fit our shape and actually prove they can, paying extra in shipping or driving farther to pick them up. Having to search specifically for plus size tutorials for drafting and sketching. It's always treated like it's not part of the beginner's experience to be working with a fat body, that's just going to make people more frustrated and lost and less likely to pursue something they're excited about! Especially if it's in response to already being frustrated about the lack of clothing options.

We need a little positivity to this post so to end on a high note, here's me modeling the blazer I just finished with a shirt I made a couple years ago!

Being able to finally wear clothes I really feel like me in has been an amazing confidence boost. It's not fair that there's so many roadblocks in the way for someone who looks like me who just wants to wear things they enjoy.

[antennaed-shidou]

Talkitive

✦ Toge Inumaki x f! reader

✦ Warning: not prof-read,

✦ Misc: Word Count: 1.8k+ words. My sweet Inumaki <333

✦ In which Toge can’t say anything besides rice ball ingredients so {Y/n} talks for him.

Inumaki Toge, a second-year student at Tokyo Jujutsu High, is a grade 2 sorcerer. He can only speak in rice ball ingredients due to his curse technique. That also means he keeps his talking to a minimum and only does it when he wants to add something. Inumaki mostly hangs around his other second year, the first year at times, along with the third years when they are around.

{L/n} {Y/n} a third-year student at Tokyo Jujutsu High, she is a grade 1 sorcerer. {Y/n} is the only 3rd year who hasn’t gotten suspended, since the other two are out of school she hung out with the facility most of the time. She did hang out with the first and second years when she could. {Y/n} would still contact the other two 3-years and tell them how she was doing and what she had been up to and everyone else, plus vice versa. 

Between Toge and {Y/n}, those two would hang out every day. Out of everyone at the whole school and faculty, {Y/n} understood Inumaki the best, even better than Yuta. Between Yuta and {Y/n}, they would often joke with each other, but from an outside point of view it would look like they were fighting and arguing. All was just fun and games. 

{Y/n} and Inumaki were out shopping. Rather {Y/n} made Inumaki come along so she wouldn’t be alone. He didn’t mind anyway, this was a way for him to get out of the school and be able to express himself with someone. She even got money from Gojo himself, she did have to beg a little to get the money, but it was worth it.

“We have ¥100,000 to spend, Toge! Let’s not put it to waste!” She cheered holding the cash in her hand and spreading it out. {Y/n} took Inumaki’s hand as they walked to the first store.

{Y/n} wasn’t known to have expensive taste, nor was Inumaki, but when {Y/n} had money she knew how to spend it right, and Inumaki would be with her in spending the money as well. They walked into the first shop… A lingerie clothing store. Inumaki held tighter as they walked through the store, she seemed to have never noticed. 

“Sorry, Toge. I need some new bras here,” She smiled slightly at him in apology for taking him here. They walked to the bra section together and he stood there waiting for her. She took her hand from Toge to look at the bras and said to him, “I promise the next stop can be just for you, Toge-chan.” She looked through the bra section to find her size and a nice design which is comfy. The poor guy stood there watching her as he couldn’t do anything.

A worker walked over to the two asking if they needed any help. {Y/n} said that they were fine and the worker smiled and walked away. Just a few minutes later the female found a few new bras, she looked over to see Toge on his phone waiting for her. She grabbed his hand from his phone again and walked to the front counter to check out. 

“Will this be all for today?” The cashier asked as {Y/n} set down her five items on the counter. 

“Yes, this is all,” She smiles taking out the cash from her purse ready to pay when she hears the total.

“Couples can get half off today if he buys an item,” The cashier points to the sign behind her as she finishes scanning the items.

Toge’s cheeks got red and flushed, and he shook his head left and right, “Okaka,” He rushed out his word.

“He’s right. We aren’t a couple,” She says calm and collected quite the opposite reaction of her friend. 

The cashier felt embarrassed and she got back to scanning the items in a panic, “I’m sorry, I guess I just assumed…” She paused finishing scanning the items. “Your total is 6,000 yen.”

{Y/n} paid for the item and Inumaki grabs the bags on the table. They leave the store and head to the next store that Inumaki wants to go to. Inumaki had the bags in one hand and the other held her hands as they walked. To them, it was normal for them to hold as friends. As they were walking {Y/n} was talking about what happened in the store. She talked like it happened every day while Toge was a little flustered when the cashier thought they were dating.

They made it to the next store chosen by Toge himself since he entered a store with {Y/n} by surprise. The store they went to was called Lifewear. It was a clothing store, but Toge wanted to go there. All their clothes were nice and comfortable. 

The two walked around the store with a cart grabbing clothes and putting them in. They went around the store once and then made it to check out. They laid their items on the table but bought them separately. In the end {Y/n} bought more items than Inumaki for a store that he picked out. 

“Hello..” The cashier looked up at the two as they put their items on the table, Inumaki’s items behind her’s. “Is this all for you today?” He says looking up at the female his eyes in awe for the slip second she nods her head. 

“Yes,�� {Y/n} noticed the change in the cashier deminer. She did her best to shut him down without directly saying it to his face. 

The cashier scanned her items as the cost got higher and higher for each item. He only scanned her items even though Toge’s items were just behind hers. “Your total is 9,384 yen.” He smiled at her waiting for her to pay like there weren’t more items even if they weren’t her’s.

“Um,” She huffs looking at the items still on the table. “You still have more to scan.” She points at the rest of Toge’s items. 

An irk was on the cashier's face, “Oh, right.” He finished scanning the items and the total only jumped up a little. “Your new total is 12,034 yen.”

A smile of satisfaction was on her face as she paid for the items with Gojo’s money. They both grab the bags off the table and {Y/n} holds Inumaki's hand before they walk out of the store. Even if she had a bag full in one hand. 

“Are you hungry?” {Y/n} ask as they walk near a food court. 

He nodded his head in agreement, “Shake.” They took a turn into the food court to find a place to eat. 

They found a place and stood in line. They were looking at the menu on the back wall. {Y/n} didn’t know what to order as she kept asking Inumaki what he wanted. Inumaki would tell {Y/n} what he wanted with words instead of pointing it out to other people. 

This was one reason why Toge liked to be around {Y/n}, he could use his words. This was because of her cure technique. She was a grade-1 sorcerer for a reason. The reason her technique could nullify other techniques making her has the upper hand. 

They made it to the front of the line and {Y/n} ordered for both of them and paid with the money she still had. Toge was finding a seat as she ordered. He found a nice seat by the window. The female grabbed the number and went to find Toge at the table. 

“Today has been an eventful day. Hasn’t it Toge.” She sparked up a conversation while looking out the window with her chin in her hand looking at the people walking by. 

“It has,” He spoke with words agreeing with what he said. It caught her off guard but she was happy to know he trusted her enough and not mess up. Even if it was a small word.

She looks back at her best friend with her head still on her chin. “I think it’s funny, Toge.” He looks at her with a confused look on his face. “Why you choose to speak in rice ball ingredients? Out of everything rice ball ingredients shook you enough to use it.”

Inumaki looked at her a little confused about why she asked such a question now than at any other time. It has never been brought up before by anyone too much. When they first hear him talk they just ask why he doesn't speak like a normal human language. It was weird for anyone to address it cause it was just normal. 

“You don’t have to answer.” She heard their number being called. She got up and picked up the food on the tray. “Let’s eat,” she prayed her hand together. 

They ate their lunch in silence for a while but {Y/N} couldn’t bear the silence. She just started talking about random topics while Inumaki listened to her occasionally putting in his opinion with his rice ball ingredients. 

They are done eating and throw away the trash then go to the next store of the shopping spree. The two of them went to more stores and at some point stopped spending money and just walked around nice stores and talked with each other. This time he was using more of his words with {Y/n} since she had demonstrated through years that he could trust her ability.

—

The sky had turned black about an hour ago and {Y/n} and Toge just got back to Tokyo Jujutsu High. The female told her friend to go to her dorm and she would give the leftover money back to Gojo. 

She went through the whole of the school and couldn’t find Gojo. She gave up on trying to find him and went to his room. When her search was over she finally found Gojo walking into his room. She yelled at him as she waved the money in the air. 

“Oh, you can keep the rest,” Gojo says with a grin on his face.

Her shoulder fell passed her. She tried so hard to find him and gave him the rest of the money. “You're kidding, right?” 

“Nope.”

She walked off with the money still in hand. She walked to her dorm and Toge was lying down on her bed. All the bags were in her room. The reason she had Toge go into her room was because it was closer and she wanted to spend more time with him than she already has. 

If you were a bystander watching them interact you would already think they were a couple. Maybe they never asked each other cause they could easily die being a sorcerer. Or they are too afraid of what would happen if one denied the other cause they only see the other as a friend. Whatever the reason it was like they were more like a couple already, at least that’s what everyone thought.

a/n: had it written on paper but took me forever to write it down. We as a society need more Toge application

[vigilante-fangirl]

Heroes Guide to Parenting

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader Prompt: Surprise you're pregnant! What will you tell the team? What are you going to tell Adrian?!

Warnings: Reader is AFAB, Pregnancy, Cursing and Spoilers for season 1 finale of peacemaker in later chapters

The early morning at the headquarters of the office record store was shrouded in a quiet atmosphere. While everyone else busied themselves with typing on their computers or fine-tuning their weapons after a grueling mission, you found yourself slumped on the office couch, clad in your hero costume, feeling utterly miserable. "Ughhh! Kill meee!" you whined, the intensity of your complaint earning you a pen thrown by Harcourt, which ended up hitting your nose.

"Fucking shut UP!" Harcourt snapped, her patience wearing thin. "You've been complaining nonstop since we got back from the mission! Either go home or sit up and keep quiet." She punctuated her reprimand with a piercing glare. Before you could retort to her harsh words, an overwhelming wave of nausea surged through your body. The sensation hit you like a freight train, and you sprinted out of the room in a desperate bid to reach the bathroom, where you found yourself violently vomiting. Confusion spread among your teammates as they exchanged perplexed glances, unsure of what had just transpired.

"She's been sick for the last couple of weeks," Adebayo voiced her concern, closing her laptop and cringing at the distressing sounds emanating from the bathroom.

"Yeah, but only in the mornings?" Vigilante chimed in absentmindedly, engrossed in the task of polishing his throwing knives. "She's usually back to normal by the afternoon, so no big deal."

"Speak for yourself, dude!" Economos snapped at Vigilante, seated uncomfortably in a shirt that was a size too small. "Your girlfriend friggin' threw up on me while we were in the van! Now I have to wear this!" He grumbled, spinning around in his chair to point at a shopping bag filled with vomit-stained clothes. His now shirt being the only thing from the lost and found.

"She's not my girlfriend! Did... did she say she was my girlfriend?" Adrian questioned with an awkward grin, finally lifting his gaze from his previous preoccupation. However, his smile quickly faded as he registered the disappointed expressions on his teammates' faces.

"I don't know, man. Maybe we should check on her? This isn't normal for her to be this sick," Adebayo suggested sympathetically, her gaze fixed on the closed bathroom door, brimming with concern

"Listen, I've known (Y/L/N) for years. She's fine. She gets sick all the time, but she toughs it out. Now let's get back to work," Harcourt declared, gesturing towards the cluttered desks and piles of paperwork. However, her words fell on deaf ears as the team members continued their discussion about what could be wrong with you.

"Well, she has been moodier lately," Vigilante chimed in, his mind wandering as he recalled recent events.

Economos, leaning back in his chair and clicking his pen, sneered. "Like how she suplexed Peacemaker the other day just for asking if her costume got tighter."

Peacemaker, who glared at Economos for his comment, couldn't resist adding a quip. "Whatever, baby tee! She got lucky! She's so little I didn't see her coming. Like an angry lil Oompa Loompa."

Economos pulled down the small shirt, silenced by Peacemaker's remark. Peacemaker then turned to Vigilante. 

"Nah, bro, but  (Y/L/N) has been aggro lately. Remember that patrol we had a week ago?"

The scene shifted to a vivid flashback.

You stood atop a dog walker, mercilessly curb stomping the guy into the ground. Vigilante and Peacemaker watched, torn between concern and awe. While Peacemaker wondered when to intervene, Vigilante's gaze remained fixed on you, as if you had stolen his heart.

"I think you got him, bro?" Peacemaker offered tentatively. "Plus, I don't think he did anything illegal—"

"He yanked the poor puppy and then didn't pick up its poop! Animal abuse and littering?!" You interjected, halting your assault momentarily to pull the guy up by his hair.

"I didn't see the shit!" he sobbed, hoping for some leniency as you dropped him and resumed your relentless attack.

"Too baddd!" you yelled, your voice filled with a mixture of anger and satisfaction.

The flashback ended abruptly, and the team returned to the present, the memory of your intense outburst lingering in the air.

"Yeah! That was so hot!" Vigilante chuckled, lost in his thoughts as he reminisced about that night. His comment earned a groan from the team, prompting him to quickly clarify, "I meant it in a friend way, guys!" He course-corrected, fully aware that you would have his head if the group discovered the true nature of both of your late-night shenanigans.

Harcourt wished she could drown out the team's conversation, but a sudden realization struck her like a truck. "Wait? Nausea only in the morning? Constant mood swings? Is she... tired all the time?" she asked Vigilante, who looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"Yeah? She sleeps a lot after patrols! It's kind of cute as she—" Vigilante's words were cut off by Harcourt's interruption.

"Shut it!" she snapped, then turned to Adebayo, her eyes wide with hope to confirm her suspicions. Adebayo looked at her, initially perplexed, before her eyes widened in realization, her hand covering her mouth in surprise. Economos and Peacemaker were the last two to connect the dots, apart from Vigilante, who stood there utterly confused. They all knew there was something between you and Vigilante, some kind of relationship, but they were not aware the extent to it’s intimate nature. From the way you wore his clothes after missions to how he constantly hovered near you like a lost puppy, it was evident that there was more to your connection.

A heavy silence fell upon the office until it was shattered by the loud, sickening sound of your vomiting from the bathroom. Peacemaker burst into laughter, collapsing onto the table, while Economos joined in, unable to contain his amusement as he looked at Vigilante.Harcourt and Adebayo sighed in exasperation at the team's reactions.

"I can't believe that idiot, and by you of all people," Harcourt muttered, rubbing her temples in annoyance as she pointed at Adrian.

"Didn't you guys, you know... use protection?" Adebayo asked sheepishly, prompting Peacemaker to laugh even louder.

Vigilante looked rather confused for a moment before attempting to recall the details.

Another Flashback

You had convinced Adrian to accompany you to Walmart to run errands, despite his initial reluctance. After all, you believed it was something a proper boyfriend should do. As you pushed the shopping cart, Adrian's attention seemed to drift away, his gaze fixed on you as you playfully brushed the hair from your face while cracking a joke. Little by little, he started noticing the subtle things you did, like how you loved wearing his hoodies, which he intentionally bought extra baggy just so you would swim in them. Adrian couldn't help but smile as you continued talking, occasionally lifting the hoodie to hide the various hickeys that adorned your neck. His eyes wandered down, noticing the tight yoga shorts hugging your hips, and the way they accentuated your curves. Lost in a daze, his thoughts converged on that very moment when the shorts rode up, revealing the curve of your ass.

"Condoms!" Adrian suddenly blurted out, his voice echoing through the aisle as he remembered what he needed. You spun around, desperately trying to shush him as disapproving glances from nearby moms were cast in your direction. 

"W-what, Adr?" you asked, looking around in confusion."Condoms! That's what I was trying to remember!" Adrian grinned, his usual goofiness on full display as he guided the cart towards the family planning section. He was about to grab a box when you smacked his hand, causing it to drop.

 "Ow! (Y/n), what the hell?" he protested, rubbing his hand and looking at you as if you were insane.

"Look at that price, babe! $11.99 for a box? That's too expensive!" you argued, placing the box back on the shelf.

"But you have some shower stuff that costs, like, $79 in the cart," he pointed out, reaching for the box again, only to receive another slap. This back-and-forth continued, with Adrian growing increasingly frustrated after each slap.

"(Y/N)!" he finally exclaimed, his annoyance evident in his voice, but you stood your ground, crossing your arms.

 "I refuse to pay that amount, Adrian! Besides, we don't even need those! God's got me!" you declared confidently, catching sight of a shelf displaying the new squishmallows. Adrian had intended to argue further, but as you ran over to the shelf, his attention was once again diverted by your hoodie riding up, revealing more of your enchanting figure.

The flashback came to an end, and the team returned to the present. 

Adrian's eyes widened in shock as he finally pieced everything together. Peacemaker, still laughing almost breathlessly, couldn't contain himself upon hearing the story.

"God... got me?" Harcourt and Adebayo both yelled in disbelief, their exasperation evident. "Both of you are idiots," Harcourt muttered, shooting glares at the closed bathroom door. She had expected this kind of behavior from Vigilante, but not from you.

Peacemaker attempted to catch his breath, jokingly remarking, "Aw, looks like thimble's little soldiers can still hit their target!" However, the gravity of the situation quickly sank in for Vigilante. 

"Dude! This is serious! N-no way, right? She would have told me!" he exclaimed, grappling with the reality that if you were indeed pregnant, you hadn't been dating for that long. The question of what he would do next weighed heavily on his mind as he turned towards the bathroom door, calling out your name with urgency.

The scene shifted to an hour ago, with you trembling inside the bathroom. You had pretended to be sick, using it as an opportunity to test the waters. From your cloak, you produced a box of pregnancy tests, investing a hefty $17.99 in ensuring the accuracy of the results. 

With a feverish haste, you tore open the box, causing the tests to clatter onto the floor. Hastily unzipping your costume and discarding the cloak, you sat on the toilet seat, nervously fumbling for one of the tests and scanning the torn instructions.As you peed on the blue stick, you placed it on the counter, praying fervently for the next three minutes. Your pleas to the heavens mirrored those of a sinner seeking redemption in church, as you shut your eyes tightly. The moment arrived, and you cautiously retrieved the test, squinting to discern the results. Two bright blue lines stared back at you.

"Like hell I am!" you exclaimed defiantly, discarding the test and grabbing another one. Once again, after three minutes had passed, two blue lines appeared before your eyes.

“....fuck.” is all you could say before a wave of nausea hit you causing you to actually vomit. 

[garaksapprentice]

New Post: Turning bedsheets into a wardrobe and other op shop thoughts

Originally posted on my blog: https://garaksapprentice.blogspot.com/2023/09/turning-bedsheets-into-wardrobe.html

The Dilemma

When it comes to my clothes, I'm a remarkably lazy snob.

I want things that fit well. (This isn't an unreasonable thing to want, I feel.) I want comfortable fabrics that breathe, and don't end up smelling like a billy goat slept on them. (I swear, since starting T, I strip my shirts more often than I ever had to strip the cloth nappies.)

I want colours - black and white and grey don't count - that don't make me look dead. (When did all the t-shirts in the men's section become navy and olive?) And I want them to last longer than six months before they start a part-time internship in the mending box.

(The pile doth wax and the pile doth wane, but there's always a bloody pile.)

This short list is surprisingly difficult to achieve, off the rack. Anything that fits my shoulders won't fit my chest, and vice versa. The armscye is usually either comically large, or too small to fit my biceps. And pants? Let's just not go there. (Belts help. Kind of.)

I really dislike how polyester and other synthetics breathe (they don't), so I avoid them whenever I can. It's getting much harder to find clothes made of 100% natural fibres, whether new or second-hand.

Colours I have slightly more luck with - or I would, if the first two things didn't get in the way. Longevity is always an utter crapshoot. (Though I've found that wovens last longer than t-shirts.)

The Solution

Luckily, I know how to sew. I used to do it for a living. (Not clothes, mind - baby carriers. More structural, less technically complex.) My possess all the basic tools, a few of the extras, and a reasonable set of skills.

(I've been making clothes for the kids for years - they care a lot less about style and fit. And skirts are easy.)

So I'm taking a two-pronged approach to this dilemma. I'm practicing making things I actually like and will wear, and religiously patching my current wardrobe while I make replacements.

Making clothes, naturally, requires material. So instead of going to the op shop for clothes, I'm going for fabric. (I stopped buying new years ago, except for underwear, shoes, and the occasional really high quality item from places that at least pretend to pay their garment workers.) But my favourite deal-hunting section isn't sewing/craft - it's the linens.

Wait, what? Why?

Thrift store fabrics usually can't tell you what they're made from. (The staff get narky when you try to burn test the goods, sadly.) Plus there's just not that much of it. Bedding, tablecloths etc are donated far more frequently, and often still have their tags on them.

Now, you do have check for wear. Some donations look brand new, some have had a long life already. Check for pilling or thinner areas, especially in the middle of bedsheets (fitted ones are worse for this than flats). It's easier if you can hold things up to the light. Usually things in worse condition will be priced lower, but not always.

Why not buy clothes six sizes too large and chop them up to make new stuff?

I mean, you can. It's certainly a common choice, what with all the "thrift upcycle/refashion" videos and blogs and such out there dedicated to it. I personally don't, for the following reasons.

Care for people: I take the permaculture ethics seriously.

Have you ever really looked at the racks in an op shop? Piles of sizes S-L, much less outside of that. The bigger your meatsuit, the harder it is to find things that have a hope of fitting. Too bad if you hate stripes, or the fabric is itchy - if there's only two things in your size, then that's the choice you have. It sucks. (I am in no way body shaming here. Bodies do a lot of hard work for the people who live in them, and no one gets to judge anyone else's.)

I'm both outside the common sizes, and a weird enough shape to have trouble besides. And I've been broke enough that op shop clothes were a necessity, not a choice. I know what it's like to have to take what I could get as long as it fit "enough".

To me it is deeply unethical to take the few decent garments that are available for plus sized people, chop them up, and make something for me to wear out of them, when I can just as easily start with a sheet or a table cloth and achieve a similar result.

Efficient energy planning: I have limited time and brainpower available, and sometimes my executive dysfunction is bad. Like, "I'm eating peanut butter out of the jar for dinner because my brain has stopped" levels of bad.

Cutting up a garment, taking off buttons, and so on, adds several extra steps to a sewing project. Sometimes that's fine - in those situations, I have plenty of old clothes in the stash. More often, though, those extra steps completely derail me.

So I find it easier to start a project with what is essentially yardage. Even when I have to cut around stains, rips, or worn spots, it uses less cognitive capacity.

I also prefer rectangularly cut garments, and zero waste patterns that have you draw directly onto the fabric. These work better on something that started out life as a rectangle.

Use biological resources: Natural fibres are renewable. Mined ones are not. Where I can, I use the former. That's not to say I never use things with synthetic content - it's technically possible, but in practice hard as hell.

Produce no waste: I've still got a sizeable stash of acrylic knitting yarns, plus other bits and bobs, hanging around from before I made this commitment. Throwing them out or donating them (ie making them someone else's problem) won't actually fix things; I simply use them in appropriate projects, and when I replace them, I do so with things that fit my current ethical stance and needs.

But sheets are all plain white and boring!

I can see why you might think that. TV has done a lot of false advertising on that point. It is false. Trust me.

(Ignore the movies. Real sheets come in just about every colour you can think of.)

But, I know not everyone likes plain colours. What if you're madly in love with prints, or shirts with witty slogans on them? Well, besides the growing number of fancy sheets out there, might I interest you in the doona covers?

(The top right and bottom left are ex-doona covers. The rest are sheets.)

Or the fine art of embroidery?

(I shall have the most glorious shirt sleeves when I finish embroidering them.)

Or fabric painting?

(This is technically a mend, but I totally plan on doing similar to brand new things I make.)

Or the many different styles of natural dyeing?

(Soursobs from the local park, gently turning into dye liquor for some dyeing experiments.)

Or, if you've got lots of smaller or oddly shaped pieces of fabric hanging around, maybe some patchwork (all YouTube links)? It's not just coats and dressing gowns, either - you can patchwork jeans, trousers, dresses, shirts and more.

The point here is that fabric (and buttons, zips, thread, etc) doesn't have to be a thing you buy brand new. With time, patience, and a bit of luck, you can find everything you need to create great things second hand.

(Maybe I'll write a future post breaking down the costs of some of the things I've made...)

[genderqueerdykes]

hey uhhh do you think it's fatphobic to want to lose weight? i promise you i'm asking this in good faith, and i will NEVER see fat people as inherently ugly/unhealthy and i would not comment on a fat person's body or even suggesting them to go on a diet, but if i want to lose weight for myself, is it fatphobic or am i having internalized fatphobia? i know @/bigfatscience said that it's impossible to lose weight in a healthy manner and i completely agree, however there are material consequences that i fear if i gain weight any more than i already have, e.g. the available feminine and sexy clothes in the stores, online or offline, are only go up to size L especially in my country, other clothes literally don't fit in my size, something like that, so if this is the case, what should i do? or maybe i am too paranoid at this point? for reference i'm a size 8 - 10 US and my height is 4'11"

i personally do not think it is inherently fatphobic to want to lose weight, however, it depends on the reason why you want to lose weight, you know?

i've been plus size my whole life, always hovering around the 300 lbs mark and i've dealt with a lot of internalized fatphobia my whole life. when i was younger, i wanted to lose weight specifically because i thought that fat on my body was ugly, that fat = unattractive. if you want to lose weight because you're finding the fat on your body unattractive, that's more to do with unresolved internalized fatphobia

if you want to lose weight because you're at a weight that's hard on your body, like for example, i got up to 360 lbs at one point in my life and it was in fact increasing my chronic pain issues and causing issues with breathing and whatnot. being fat does not inherently cause pain, but it can exacerbate existing chronic pain if you have a lot of weight on your joints, pressing on certain areas of your body, and so on. if you are concerned for your health in that manner, that is a very healthy and valid concern. i've dropped back down to my normal 300 range and my pain has gone down significantly

thinking "i should lose weight because fat = unhealthy" is internalized fatphobia, thinking "i'm unattractive/unappealing because i'm chubby/fat/plus size, i should lose weight" is internalized fatphobia, that sort of thing. i will say i have lost weight also specifically to be able to more easily fit into cuter clothing without having to special order it, and i don't think that's fatphobia on our behalf, but rather society's.

so what i'm getting at is it's not always bad to want to lose weight. you can have very valid reasons for wanting to change your appearance, as long as you aren't feeling bad about yourself or feeling like you're ugly or that your problems stem from being chubby, fat, having rolls, a big belly, etc. it's okay if you do have those feelings though because society is so aggressively hateful toward fat people, so it's alright if it takes some time for you to unwind any thoughts like that

i hope that helps, i don't think it makes someone a bad person for having these thoughts or anything like that. society is just very aggressive and it takes time to love your self image, it really does. it comes in steps and weight is a really hard one to come to grips with, especially if you are trans, because it can make chest binding, obscuring hips, etc. harder. i hope that helps! take care of yourself, it's okay to love yourself at whatever weight you are now, but it's also okay to want to strive for a different look, too, as long as your motivation is rooted in self hatred, but in self care. take care!

[devinescribe]

Back Stories Aren't Always Pleasant

Ch. 1 of 'Over My Head'

Matsushita Enji × Reader

Reminder, tall plus size!Y/N

And fuck you if you're upset about it

Next Chapter

Slay besties anywho-

Warnings: Swearing, use of the word fat as an insult, and people bullying Y/N for her weight.

Just an FYI, the reason i made Y/N plus sized is because I am also a plus sized girl, and I am tired of Y/N always being skinny. So... yeah, i hope you enjoy!

"I don't... have the energy right now, ok kiddo?" She mumbled, laying in bed, tired after the killer nightshift. She had to go to her second job in 3 hours.

"But momma, pleaseeee," the young boy begged. It wasn't his fault. He didn't understand why she was always so tired. "Enji, I said not now. Please let me rest," she said, a bit more sternly. He looked down in disappointment, and nodded, leaving her room.

He stayed in his room, reading the same book he had already read hundreds of times. He loved it.

But he hated Wednesdays. Wednesdays were when he had to go down to the store. By himself.

She gave him a list, and he would go. When he got back, the change went into the change jar, and he would put the groceries away. Then he would stay alone for a couple more hours. Sometimes the whole night. To which he would eat some cereal, or sometimes nothing at all. He would tuck himself in, and go to bed.

His mother would usually wake him up for school, but there was days she wouldn't. Those days he woke up himself and got ready.

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"Hey, wanna go out sometime?" The boy asked. You heard his friends snicker behind him, and shook your head. "You must think I'm really dumb," you sighed, closing your notebook, packing it away in you backpack. "No. I'm serious," he said, trying to grab you. "Don't touch me. And go tell your stupid ass friends that laughing behind you isnt a good idea. Let me guess, they bet you 200¥ you could make the 'fat girl' go out with you and humiliate her? Or maybe it was less then that? Who cares," you said, his face contorting into one of shock.

"What you think this hasnt been done to me before? You think you're special? After the first 3 times, it starts loosing it's charm."

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"Mom, are you going out with him again?"

The now teenage boy stood, staring at his mother who was getting ready. She nodded happily, putting her black, softly curled hair in a half up half down style.

"I... never mind," he mumbled, going back to his room. "Hun... I know its a big change for you... but you couldn't always be the only boy in my life," she said jokingly. He wanted to scoff. She was paying more attention to this man than she ever had to him. But he didn't. Instead he pursed his lips together, took a breatj and sighed. "Its ok mom... as long as you're happy," he said. "Oh there's my sweet boy. I promise we'll do something this weekend," she said, kissing the top of his head. He gave a soft smile.

That weekend would never come. He knew that she would have to work, or her new boyfriend wanted to take her out. But he wasn't upset. He was used to it.

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You walked down the street, humming happily to yourself.

You had some fabric in a bag as the school uniforms never fit you right. The back was always to short.

On your way, however, you encountered some boys from your school. "Oh great," you mumbled to yourself, keeping your eyes glued to the floor. Maybe they wouldn't notice you.

You were wrong.

"Hey there (L/N)," one of them said. "Fuck off," you said, continuing to keep walking. You were not going to deal with this.

"Oh come on, you know you want me," he teased, grabbing the bag of fabric. "What's this? Gotta make your own clothes because you're to fat to fit in the school uniform?"

You grit your teeth in anger.

"The way my body looks has nothing to do with anything. You are a shallow human being," you insulted, trying to grab the bag away from him. He kept it away from you, making more insulting remarks.

He and his friends kept laughing, throwing it around.

Eventually one of them took the fabric and dumped it on the floor, stomping it into the puddle that had formed from the rain earlier. Your eyes widened.

They left, laughing, as you fished the fabric out. It was muddy, wet, and torn.

This fabric had cost you quite a bit. Not only was it the school approved fabric and color, but the ammount you needed had been a problem for the woman who ran the shop.

You grabbed it and stuffed it into the bag, tears falling down your face.

"Are you ok miss?"

The voice sounded kind and concerned.

"Y-yeah... I'm fine," you responded, quickly drying your tears.

"I saw what they did... I'm sorry I didn't step in," he apologized, kneeling down besides you, helping you grab some of the other items that had fallen out of the bag. "It's alright... I'm used to helping myself," you responded. You didn't dare look at this person. You were embarrassed as it was already. "So am I... maybe not due to the same circumstance, but... I do have to help myself most of the time," he responded.

Silence filled the air.

He picked up a small makeup kit you had and handed it to you. You decided to look at him.

He had dark eyes, that were filled with sincerity. Shaggy black hair that was sort of covering his left eye. You smiled. "I don't think you need this...however if it makes you happy to wear it... then it's a good investment. I know I have no say in what a woman does with herself. Im just saying... you're pretty without it," he said shyly. You could see his cheeks get slightly red.

"Thank you."

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The first day of class. You were a bit nervous, but it was your second year of college.

You walked into your Psychology II class, and sat down in an empty desk right at the front.  The professor looked at you skeptically, and turned away. You sighed. He was already making assumptions about you, and he hadn't even heard you speak. He didn't even know your name for God's sake.

You saw someone sit next to you out of the corner of your eyes, but ignored it.

They would most likely move later.

The front row stayed empty besides the two of you.

The professor did role call, and began with the syllabus.

After that he introduced his ultimate goal.

"Psychology is a field in which you can do many things. It is also a field in which many people end up taking their own lives. Ironic, isn't it? The people who study human behavior and how the brain works are most likely to commit suicide. Which is why we do a lot of partner work in my class. You will never have to go through looking at these disturbing cases or anything that might trigger you, alone. So, I will be calling pairs. When I say your name raise your hand. Keep it raised until i call your partner's name. Then go sit by them. These will be your partners for the rest of the year," he stated, getting his clip board.

He began listing off names. You listened for yours.

"(L/N) (Y/N)..."

You raised your hand.

"And Matsushita Enji."

The boy next to you raised his hand.

You heard giggling behind you.

"The freak and the fat girl. How fitting," you heard a voice say.

"You wanna be a psychologist with that mean girl attitude? Might as well tell your patients to go kill themselves at that point," he said to her, looking bored. She looked shocked, and hid her face. You looked over at him for the first time.

Dark eyes

Shaggy black hair

That was completely covering his left eye.

The boy from the street.

"Alright the rest of class can be used to converse with your partners. Next class we will start lessons," the professor said.

You turned to the person next to you.

"You're the boy from the street," you said, barely above a whisper. "So you do remember? And here I thought I'd never see you again," he whispered back, a shy smile on his face.

"I guess it is about time we had a proper introduction, no? Matsushita Enji," he said, sticking his hand out. You shook it with a smile. "(L/N) (Y/N). But please call me by my first name," you said. "Then it's only fair I let you do the same don't you think?"

[starberry-cupcake]

I can only talk about my experience and my country but I’d like for plus size models sometimes to not be complicit in the scam of brands that call themselves size inclusive for clout, when in their photos the clothes they give them clearly don’t fit them well, are not a proper size for them, have photos taken in ways that hide some of the easiest tell signs of a bad fit or are using other clothes to cover up bad signs, because they don’t even bother to photoshop the lies anymore. 

A long shirt covering the fit of leggings in the hips when what they’re selling are the leggings, a bra not being shown from the back to hide that it’s not hooked all the way or isn’t a horizontal fit, the cups of a bra not fitting anywhere near properly but using the wrong fit as some sexy lingerie cleavage design excuse, straps covered with other clothes to avoid showing how they’re not fitting properly on the shoulders, a coat not being shown when closed, a swimsuit being displayed in a pool or somewhere where the bottom part isn’t visible, a clear disparity in a group shot in the overall fit of a plus size model versus a medium or small size model, a skirt not shown on the back to avoid displaying the cut running short for someone with a big butt, the overuse of undergarments they don’t sell to push the impossible fit of an outfit in a plus size model (like corsets or waist compression garments), the absolute lack of presentation diversity in model groups in which everything that they don’t consider ‘woman wear’ isn’t ever modeled by someone fat, the non inclusion of measurements of the net undergarment of swimming trunks as part of the piece as if they were just selling shorts, the non inclusion of anything other than waist and length for pants as if people were proportionately bigger everywhere all at once, the frontal only photo of shirts to avoid showing if there are holes in the button separation because of a bad fit... 

I know that it isn’t easy to be a plus size model and that work is tough and I’m sure it’s awesome to hear, as a fat person, that you’re chosen for a shoot or a brand wants you, but it’s very disappointing because fat people will trust you, if they see their body in yours, to be representing and providing the endorsement of a brand that we will trust implicitly as well, especially because plus size wear isn’t easily found in stores and online shopping is much more frequent for them, and because for many fat folks out there, going shopping to a store carries ages of past trauma and bullshit that you’re helping, as a model with a fat body, to try to dismantle. I don’t know, maybe I’m wrong, but it frustrates me. 

Finding stores with actual plus size clothing is difficult. Finding stores with actual plus size clothing that include an array of designs for inclusive presentation is even harder. Finding stores with plus size clothes that are honest, with diverse models who are game to include their sizes for comparison to your own fit and who can actually wear what they model in their daily lives, stores that have a sensible size chart that doesn’t just call an L a 2XL for unrealistic size inclusion clout and doesn’t outright pull stuff like this, it’s incredibly rare. 

[calciseptinefic]

then out of nowhere, somebody comes and hits you with an ooh la la la, ooh la la la, ooh la la la, ooh

Marvel || Wade Wilson/Peter Parker || Part 5 notes: Title from 'Mad Sounds' by Arctic Monkeys. Many thanks to babygato for her beta on this chapter. this fic is also available on ao3 warnings: none

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Peter eats one more bagel, rounding his breakfast out to an even five—plus one full tub of cream cheese—and chugs the remainder of the coffee while Wade goes in search of more appropriate clothing from him to wear outside. (Technically, Peter's current outfit wouldn't be out of the ordinary, but if anyone stared at Peter's frankly spectacular midriff for more than two seconds, Wade might lose his mind.) He manages to find a pair of ultra-skinny skinny jeans which Peter still has to belt so they stay on his narrow hips, and a small hoodie, which still dwarfs him. Peter rolls the hem of the skinny jeans up but leaves the sleeves of the hoodie long, letting them fall over his hands.

"What about shoes?" Wade asks, looking at Peter's naked feet. The toes are long and bony like his fingers, blue veins stark beneath the pale skin. "I only have my boots, sneakers, and crocs, and I'm at least two sizes bigger than you. They'll slip right off."

"I can just wear my boots," Peter answers, gesturing vaguely to the coffee table, the boots from his superhero costume resting beneath it.

"The bright red, glorified sock booties with the spider-web design?" Wade snorts and crosses his arms. "Yeah, no. We're going for inconspicuous not... whatever that is."

"Oh, come on, like you haven't seen weirder footwear?"

"Of course I have! I've been to Brooklyn. And I know that all it takes is one overzealous sneakerhead to get a good foot pic—"

"Please don't say it like that—"

"And boom!" Wade flings his arms out and imitates an explosion. "Cover blown."

"Wade," Peter says, pinching the bridge of his nose. "If there is anyone looking for me, I highly doubt they're comparing my civvies to Spiderman's wikifeet entry."

"Still a no go, Petey Pie." Wade glances at Peter's feet again. "What are you, anyway, a size 9? Eight and a half? If you give me thirty minutes, there's a Foot Locker nearby—"

"Whoa whoa whoa," Peter interrupts, waving his arms around as though to knock Wade's thoughts off their current tracks. "I am not going to let you buy me a new pair of shoes. And you won't let me wear my boots out. So. Compromise. I'll stuff your boots with some socks and wear those for today's excursion. Yes, I know, it won't be super comfortable, but—!" He looks at Wade pointedly. "But if I'm here for longer than a few days, I'll think about letting you get me something from the thrift store. Deal?"

Like hell Wade is getting Peter anything but a nice brand new pair of chucks—he absolutely looks like a Converse guy—but he grabs Peter's outstretched hand and shakes. He'll let Peter gripe at him later when he breaks the agreement.

Once Peter has donned Wade's boots, socks stuffed into the toes and laces tied fast, Wade slaps baseball caps on both their heads, hands Peter a pair of aviators to match his own, and ushers them out the door. According to Google maps—which has them ride the R to the F to 14th—their trip will take an hour and some change to reach, so in his head, Wade automatically adds forty minutes. (Google maps is always optimistic and always wrong.) They make good time in Queens, running a little early since they manage to catch the first available transfer, but the Manhattan border fucks their transit right up, and they barely move a yard in a half hour. Wade decides not to risk a transfer for one stop on the 1 and, instead, they hop out and hoof it the few extra blocks to Peter's mysterious destination in Greenwich Village.

177A Bleecker Street is an ostentatious brownstone in a line of more ostentatious brownstones. The beautiful copper roof has a layer of blue-green patina that announces its classical grandeur, and a huge circular sky-light with interesting metal work sits in the center. Kinda art deco. There are empty planters lining the stoop and a large, seasonal wreath adorning the door. Across the street sits a variety of store fronts, including a local coffee shop, an athleisure chain store, and a florist's.

"Smells like gentrification," Wade comments as they stand at the bottom step of the short stairway. They didn't talk much on the way here; not because Wade wasn't bursting with a million questions, but because he a) wasn't sure who might be listening and b) was busy keeping a watchful eye out for anyone who looked even vaguely shifty. "Are you sure we're in the right place?"

"Well, it looks like the Sanctum Sanctorum—"

"Gesundheit."

"So, yeah, I'm fairly certain," Peter answers. His hand is curled tight around the black iron railing. "Strange once explained to me that there are fixed points throughout the multiverse, and that this was one of them. Public records show that it's belonged to one Veronica Bancroft for the past ten years, but..." He shrugs. "I guess I don't know who actually owns it in my universe either. Could be a placeholder."

"Could be," Wade assures. Then, after several still seconds, "Do you want me to knock?"

Peter shakes his head. "No," he says softly. "I can do it."

Wade watches as Peter rolls his shoulders back, straightens his spine, and marches up the handful of steps. Whatever anxiety he had the moment before has disappeared, and he pushes the ornate buzzer next to the door. Wade can hear the echo of it inside the house and, a minute later, a tall, scarily thin older woman with white hair and excellent make-up answers the door. She takes one look at Peter—then a shorter, sharper glance at Wade—before barking, "No solicitors!" and attempting to slam the door.

Peter stops it with a touch.

"Pardon me!" the woman exclaims, perfectly affronted.

"I'm sorry to bother you ma'am, but I'm not a solicitor," Peter says apologetically. The woman tries to push the door closed, even putting some body weight into the motion, and cannot move it an inch. Her frown deepens. "I was just wondering if I could ask you—"

"Let go of the door!" the woman demands. "How are you—?"

"Please, Mrs. Bancroft," Peter asks, his tone level and friendly. It does nothing to soothe the woman. In fact, at the mention of her name, she goes red beneath her carefully applied foundation. "I just want to know if—"

"I said, let go of the door!" Mrs. Bancroft says, a half-shout that is tinged with equal amounts of annoyance and alarm. Wade quickly looks down the street. There aren't a lot of people moving around during mid-afternoon on a weekday, but there are enough to notice the commotion if it escalates. Which it probably will. Mrs. Bancroft certainly seems like a woman who gets her way and, when she doesn't, turns to shouting—though, to be fair, Peter's strength and refusal to leave could be misconstrued as hostile rather than desperate, if read incorrectly.

And Mrs. Bancroft is definitely reading it incorrectly.

Peter seems to infer the same thing, because he stops trying to be polite and simply blurts out, "Stephen Strange!"

"Excuse me?" Mrs. Bancroft spits, taken aback. At least her voice has returned to a normal volume. Wade returns his attention to her and away from the middle-aged man walking his Scottie down the sidewalk opposite.

"Dr. Stephen Strange," Peter says again. "Does he live here? May I speak to him? It's really important that I—"

"No one by that name lives here," Mrs. Bancroft sneers.

"The Sorcerer Supreme, then?" Peter tries another tack though, at this, Mrs. Bancroft's expression twists into something more incredulous than indignant. "I assumed it would be Strange—umm, Dr. Strange—I mean Stephen—because he's the Sorcerer Supreme in my—where I'm from, you see, so it might be someone else here but—I don't belong here and—"

"You most certainly do not belong here, young man!" Mrs. Bancroft snaps. She leaves one hand on the frame of the door but lifts the other to point a manicured finger at Peter's chest threateningly. "Are you out of your mind? What do you mean, Sorcerer Supreme? Is this one of those infernal pranks kids do these days for views on Instagram or have you smoked too much marijuana?"

The back of Peter's neck goes pink and he stammers, "I, umm—I haven't smoked anything, honestly, and this isn't a video—"

"And is your friend in on it too?" Mrs. Bancroft shoots another hard look at Wade. Wade resists the urge to cross his arms and emphasize the broadness of his shoulders; the sheer size of him can be intimidating to most people, and he doesn't want to be misconstrued as another threat.

"He's not—" Peter tries to explain but is immediately interrupted with a rude sniff.

"Well, I don't see a recording device on him, but you never know these days. So let me be unequivocally clear." She leans forward further, getting into Peter's face. Her fear has been replaced by a fierceness only a self-entitled WASP could muster with so little founding. "If I so much as see a single video of this silly little interaction online, I will send the entire force of my very well-paid legal team after you, and your friend, and put you both in jail for as long as conceivably possible. Is that understood?"

For a moment, Peter says nothing. Then his shoulders slump, and he mutters, "Yes, ma'am," before finally letting go of the door. Mrs. Bancroft doesn't hesitate to slam it. Only Peter's quick reflexes prevent him from having his nose broken or his toes crushed. Disheartened, Peter slinks down the steps and Wade instinctively holds out an arm for him. Peter falls into Wade without hesitation, cheek pressed to his shoulder. He's surprisingly heavy for his height and frame.

"Well, that was a bust," Peter mutters.

"Don't think she was lying?" Wade asks.

"No." Peter sighs deeply, and Wade can feel the way it makes his ribs expand and contract. "I don't think you can fake that level of snooty."

Wade hums and—very briefly—allows himself to lean his own cheek against the crown of Peter's head. He's wearing a baseball cap, so Wade cannot feel the softness of his curls, but its nice to know how well Peter fits against him. Like they were made for each other.

Delusion, thy name is Wade Winston Wilson, Wade's brain drawls sarcastically.

Wade allows himself another moment of simple comfort and then, with some difficulty, draws back. Peter steps away and Wade shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans, getting the traitorous things away from Peter. He pastes on a smirk and says, "Ten bucks says she's calling the cops right now."

"I know a bad bet when I hear it." Peter reaches up to adjust his hat and glasses, briefly lifting the cap so he can rake a hand through his messy hair. "But yeah, let's get going. I have one more lead on Strange before I call it."

They walk briskly away from 177A Bleecker Street, cutting through several questionable alley ways. They hide, briefly, when they hear sirens less than five minutes after their departure. Silently, Wade holds his hand palm out, and makes a 'gimme' gesture; Peter rolls his eyes, and slaps Wade's hand out of his face.

"So why do you think it wasn't a fixed point?" Wade asks quietly as Peter leads them back to the subway. They stand together on the platform, close but not touching, waiting for the A to show up and take them uptown. "In this universe, I mean."

"I'm not sure." Peter turns his head to look down the dark tunnel, though his eyes are distant and unseeing. "I mean, the very definition of a fixed point between all universes is incongruent with infinite probabilities because nothing can exist infinitely. There are just too many variables."

Wade gets it. (Sort of.) (Not really.) So he extrapolates and says, "Maybe it's not about the spot."

Peter's middle distance gaze refocuses on Wade. He cocks his head a bit to the side, a small 'go on, I'm listening' gesture.

"Think of it like an infinite stack of playing cards," Wade continues. "The dealer lines them all up, and a string runs through all of them, from the top of the deck to bottom. But the dealer didn't stack them perfectly, so the place where the string passes might be a little different on one card versus the other. The thing that's important is the string, though, not the card; the cards are all separate, but the string is the same. So if we can't find the fixed point..."

"Then we need to find the string." Peter chews on his lip as he thinks, before murmuring, "The math would be a little difficult but... with the right parameters and a quantum calculator..."

"If our quest for Gandalf doesn't work out, I mean," Wade says with a shrug. "And doesn't that Richards guy have a quantum machine we can use?"

The train comes as Wade says this, filling the platform with the metallic screech and the bustle of people. Peter and Wade move into one of the cars, finding a couple of empty seats towards the end and sitting down. Wade makes sure that Peter is on the inside, glancing at each person from beneath the bill of his hat. No one seems to be paying any attention to them.

"A quantum computer," Peter says quietly as the train lurches into motion. "It's a long shot."

"Would it work?"

"Theoretically." Peter fiddles with the string of his borrowed hoodie, fingernails picking at the frayed plastic aglet. "I mean, a machine like that isn't going to be public access. And even if Richards or associated faculty let me have a crack at it—which is also highly unlikely—the waitlist is probably longer than I want to think about."

"Any rough estimates?" Wade asks.

"Years, probably."

Years, Wade thinks, a little deliriously, watching Peter's absent destruction of the aglet. Years is a subjective amount of time; does Peter mean two or three or five? Wade will hit forty years in seven. That's far away and yet just around the corner. If this literal witch hunt doesn't turn up Peter's Sorcerer Supreme, could Wade have that time with Peter?

"That's if we wait though," Peter continues conversationally. "We could just go to MIT after I figure out the parameters and put the numbers in after hours. Hopefully it wouldn't take longer than a night but, knowing my luck, I'd need to sneak in a subroutine and let it chug away for a week."

Wade puts his hands on his knees and tilts his head to the side, squinting at Peter, and says, "Did you just ask me to break into a federally funded lab with you?"

"I mean, we're not taking anything, just sneaking a peek," Peter answers. He doesn't even have the good grace to be flustered or blush, which...

Wade knows he has a type. He knows this. And honestly, this flippant irreverence for rules despite being a self-described superhero really turns his crank. He hates people who see the world in the stiff, untested mindset of black and white morality; it's not that he's against idealism—far from it—but he's seen a lot. He's done a lot. He's jaded, and pragmatic, and knows that sometimes the best solutions are the ones that involve breaking a few rules.

"That's a felony," Wade says gleefully. He's pretty sure his smile is wide enough to show all his teeth. "Aren't you supposed to be the good guy?"

"I try to be the good guy. There's a difference," Peter answers. "Besides, laws are a framework, and a lot of the time, they benefit the few, not the masses. I'm not hurting anyone and I'm not planning on stealing his research. I just need to see how far the technology is." Peter sighs and drops the aglet, letting the fabric of the hoodie slide back over his fingers and hide his hands completely. "Honestly, I can't wait for someone to come rescue me. You—I mean, the other you—will notice I'm missing pretty quickly, or MJ might considering she demands an 'I'm alive' text every 8 hours if she doesn't see me in person."

"Like old people with the 'I'm not dead yet' phone relay?"

"Exactly like that," Peter says with a laugh. "I got injured really badly once when I was in high school, and MJ was the one who found me passed out in a dumpster. She pulled me out, slapped an entire tube of Neosporin on me, and told me that if I didn't text her multiple times a day, she'd put me in the grave herself."

Wade thinks that MJ sounds both terrifying and delightful. Like Vanessa, in a way. It makes him wonder what his other self thinks of her. Sure, she's Peter's wife, but Wade has always been fond of assertive women. Maybe his other self likes MJ. Maybe Peter and MJ were a thing long before other Wade entered the picture, and the whole unrequited love schtick was a product of other Wade being an unfortunate dumbass.

Or maybe Wade's projecting. What if other Wade doesn't love Peter? What if they are just best friends slash partners in crime-fighting? Maybe Wade's the only miserable one, alone and lonely, while the other Wade actually has his shit together. Maybe other Wade is happy.

Wade really doesn't want to think about it. Or ask about it. Or anything about it. So instead he latches onto the safest detail he picked out of Peter's little anecdote, and says, "High school?"

"I told you I got bit when I was fifteen," Peter says.

"And your immediate thought was, 'Wow, now that I'm half-spider, let's get dressed up in spandex and go punch some bad guys'?"

"Give or take a few months and some key character development moments, yeah," Peter nods. "That about sums it up."

Wade wants to know the nitty-gritty—wants to gather as much information as he can about Peter so he can squirrel it away in his selfish little brain—but the train starts to slow down and Peter nudges him, saying, "This is our stop." So Wade gets up and follows Peter out, shuffling past the crowds of people on the platform, and climbs the stairs. The daylight is near-blinding even with the sunglasses, and Wade squints around, taking stock of their new location and the unending flow of pedestrians streaming past.

"Central Park?" Wade asks. They're on the southwest side, near the Maine monument. "Your next lead is in Central Park?"

"No," Peter says, shaking his head. "The hospital on 8th. It's where Strange used to work. He's not there anymore but his ex-fiancée is. She might know where we can find him."

Wade wrinkles his nose at the mention of hospitals. He hates hospitals. The strong smell of antiseptic reminds him of his mom dying and leaving him behind with his shit-stain father; of his face being roughly stitched up; of his surprise Stage 3 cancer diagnosis; of radiation therapy; of surgery; of wasting down to bones and loose skin while Vanessa cried silently as she held his hand. They didn't break up in the hospital—that had come after—but the hospital is definitely where their relationship withered and died.

Peter touches his fingertips to the back of Wade's arm. It's a small reassurance but the touch is firm and unwavering, and it brings Wade back to the present.

"You don't have to come inside, if you don't want to," Peter says gently. "My Wade doesn't like hospitals much either."

My Wade. Even if it's not about him, not exactly, Wade still likes the way it sounds.

"Nah, I'm coming." Wade makes himself grin. "But if I need comfort churros afterwards..."

"Duh," Peter says as he grins back. "In what universe wouldn't we get comfort churros?"

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Part 6

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[olderthannetfic]

Ohhhhh. Yeah, okay. Thrift stores around here consist of multiple chains that are fucking everywhere and that overflow with our collective bad buying habits. The non-chains tend to be... like... a queer charity where the emphasis is on donating good stuff to them so they can make money for whatever social programs they run. The aim of many of these places, including the chains, is often to provide employment to certain classes of people or to put the profits towards some good cause or to keep clothing out of landfills as much as it is to provide cheap goods to people who need cheap goods. That’s certainly a thing they do, but it’s not the only or even primary purpose.

I think the specific “don’t buy plus size clothes” thing is actually not super widespread but is instead wank about highly specific influencer types. In fact, a lot of it is one specific wank I vaguely recall. It’s the people making galling posts about their hauls and “upcycling” in hideous ways that tend to draw fire, not some rando who bought a few things that were a few sizes too large and then took them in at the waist. It’s the combo of buying a lot, bragging about it, and telling followers to do the same that annoys people so much. The fear is that this will make a bunch of new people pick the stores clean in a way they wouldn’t if they were just doing their normal shopping to replenish their wardrobe.

TBH, as someone who has always shopped heavily at thrift stores because I hate what’s on shelves now, the amount of actually good clothing in the very high ranges is basically zero. If you need those sizes, you’re pretty fucked regardless. There are whole charities around here devoted to providing interview clothing for plus size low income women because it’s that much of a problem.

This is a direct consequence of what’s manufactured and how it’s marketed (at least in the US). My ex was pretty big and liked good clothes. She shopped entirely at those high quality plus size-only online places, and if she was done with something before it was full of holes, she resold it for 80% of sticker price to another fan of the same brands who was hooked into the Facebook resale community. In that world, there’s no such thing as cheap, and nothing ends up at the thrift store.

Based on both shopping experience and seeing what people are holding up in youtube videos, your typical sweater that people are buying to unravel is probably a size large. It might be a long cardigan so there’s plenty of yarn, but the armpit area is not generous. These sweaters aren’t in short supply, nor do they fit people who have trouble finding clothing.

Another difference is that yarn is flexible. X feet of yarn can be made into almost anything. Not so with woven cloth in clothing: what you’re looking for when thrifting is large, uninterrupted pieces. A plus size knitter can absolutely reuse a long-but-tight cardigan’s-worth of yarn to make a plus size sweater. They cannot take the itty bitty scraps of cloth from a size small dress and do much of anything productive with them unless they prefer a patchwork look.

I’m not going to pitch a fit if somebody else does buy the occasional XXXL dress to modify, but yeah, I do think it’s a bit mean to take really quality pieces that are rare and chop them up as though they’re raw fabric. It’s just that that isn’t what’s happening in most cases.

The stuff I would personally tend to leave alone at the thrift shop is stuff above a Large that is like nice business suits, good quality blouses that could go with said suits, fitted dresses out of high quality material that can hold structure, etc. In essence, anything that could be described as “tailored” and that’s not 100% synthetic.

What’s actually at most places I shop in the sizes above L is polyester sack-like horrors, low-quality cotton t-shirts, and stretchy leggings.

But even so, this is more my personal rule. If someone is good enough at sewing to convert a great suit between sizes and they actually need a suit, I don’t think it’s any of my business. The people who deservedly get called out are the ones depleting the good shit for weekly upcycling projects that mostly exist to generate tiktok views.

tl;dr - There’s an issue here, but it’s complex, and it doesn’t really apply to yarn.

I've taken up knitting again! But most of what I've got in my old stash is just the Red Heart stuff I never used before. What are some brands or types of yarn you'd recomend that are a decent balance of price and quality?

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I usually buy used so I can get snobby yarn at a price I'm willing to pay. So not only are they not economical brands, but a lot of what I'm actually using is long discontinued.

What kinds of yarns do you like? Fiber content? Solid color vs. heathered vs. speckled vs. striped, etc.?

What kinds of projects do you want to do?

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My personal favorite brand I've worked with lately is Swans Island. They have a bunch of different yarns that are just a delight on the hands. Prices are... well... not the highest I've seen? But that's about the best I can say.

[euphoriadiaries]

can you do the alphabet fluff for klaus mikaelson and his girlfriend

Sure:) I hope you like it<3 sorry this took so long 💞

Warning: slight mentions of smut.

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Since you both live in New Orleans, you and Klaus spend your time around the city. Klaus loves to spoil you. He takes you to every store so you can have whatever you want. He doesn't mind because that's how he shows his love. Ofc you try to do the same by buying him expensive gifts but Klaus doesn't except them, because he doesn't need anything but you.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He adores everything about you. No matter if your a plus size or down to a zero, he loves you for you. He admires your body, your face, your hair, the way you move and speak. There's nothing in the world that can change that. He loves you for you.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Klaus would be by your side until you felt better. If your upset about something or if you suddenly have a panic attack he will be there in no time.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Klaus never saw a future with anyone until he meet you. You where the only woman in his life who he saw as his wife. He sees himself with you in a ginormous house, far away from the city. Where both of you can spend your days with each other.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Klaus is for sure the dominant one in the relationship. He doesn't like to be submissive or feel like he's not in control. Klaus loves to see your body underneath him.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Klaus wouldn't forgive right away. He's stubborn, so it's going to take him a moment to come to you and tell you he's sorry. Both of you could be fighting over the smallest things. Like you going out with Rebekah or Klaus spending so much time with Marcel.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Klaus is beyond grateful for you. He's aware of everything that you do for him. Meaning: you cooking for him, painting him, washing his clothes (even though he's told you not too).

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

When Klaus meet you, you knew nothing about him. You only knew that he was a Mikaelson and a hybrid who kills for fun. But when you got to know him, you saw how different he was. He wasn't just a hybrid. He was a guy who was lost. Eventually over time he opened up to you telling you everything about his life.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Both of you changed each other. Trying out new things( his idea) and overcoming personal problems (your idea). Both of you are willing to change each other for the better.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Klaus is one jealous man. he doesn't care if your around your male or female friends. He gets jealous of the thought of them, touching you. Even if it's your female friends. He doesn't want anyone touching you. Even if it's a hug or a hand on your waist. (Ik this sounds like he wouldn't do this but I think he would.)

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Klaus is an amazing at kissing. Your first kiss was when he told you how he felt about you. And in return you kissed him back with need and passion.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Klaus would tell you he loves you by taking you out on a special date. He would make reservations at a fancy restaurant and he will tell you to get whatever you want on the menu. after dinner he would take you on a walk and both of you would talk about whatever was on your mind. Then he would take you back to your place and he would confess his love for you. Ofc you would tell him you felt the same way. (That's also when your first kiss happened with Klaus.)

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Klaus you love to marry you. He would propose by: taking you out and making a big announcement to everyone in the restaurant and telling you how much he loves you and all that good stuff. Then he gets down on one knee and shows you this beautiful diamond ring. Then he kisses you passionately and tells you how much he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Love, beautiful, gorgeous, my love, and my queen.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

When Klaus is in love it wasn't obvious in the beginning but when you both got closer it was then everyone knew how he felt about you. He express his love for you by showing you how much he cares for you and spoiling you ofc.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Klaus doesn't care who's around he will kiss you until everyone leaves if he feels like it. He doesn't care about anyone watching because he wants everyone to know that your his and his only.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He is very patient with you. He gives you time and space when you need it. He doesn't want you feel like your being pushed into anything. He just wants you to feel loved and cared for. Like you do to him.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He is beyond romantic. He will go out of his way just to show you how much you mean to him. He would try his best to make you happy. He is also very creative when it comes to being romantic.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Yes. Klaus would help you achieve whatever goals you need to. Klaus believes in you. And he would even try to make your dreams come true.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Klaus would want you to be comfortable with anything that you both try. During sex it might be a vibrator, or hand cuffs or silk ties. But nothing else. He doesn't like dildos or anal beads. He doesn't even like the idea of anal. But it's all up to you.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Klaus knows you like the back of his hand. He understands you, he reads your facial expressions so that way he can remember them. Klaus understands you more than he understands himself. Klaus can be empathetic. When you both first started dating it took him a while to understand you and his emotions for you. You also helped him out. Eventually both of you understood each other.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them?

His relationship with you is far more important than anything. He tries his best to make you happy. In return you do the same.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon. Do they have pets? Do they want them?

Klaus would do absolutely anything for you. So you kept begging for a pet, knowing Klaus he kept saying no. So you eventually gave up. One morning while you were a sleep, Klaus woke you up with food from your favorite restaurant, he then told you he had another surprise for you. So he made you close your eyes and when you open them you saw a cute little puppy in your hands. You we're extremely excited and you gave Klaus a big hug and a passionate kiss.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Yes. Klaus is very affectionate when it comes to cuddling, kissing, and holding your hand. he also loves to make you warm bubble baths so he can see your face light up with happiness.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He doesn't have to miss you because he will be with you wherever you are. Ofc you want to go out with your friends and enjoy your time with them. But knowing Klaus, he would be by your side until you die. (If your a human) ( if not then he would be with you for eternity.)

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Yes. Yes. Yes. He WILL NEVER STOP CHASING YOU UNTIL YOU ARE HIS. But like I said before he will give you time and space. He just wants you to be his. He loves you, he craves you, he wants to be around you. So yeah maybe we would kill people just so he can have you all to himself. (Tbh I find that hot asff).

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Tysm for reading 💕

[hereformcdonaldshonestly]

hey love!! HCs for deku, denki, kirishima and shoto incoming~~ recently, i read a text AU + HCs where the boys forget their S/O at the store, but what if its the other way around ?? btw, make sure to stay hydrated, eat on time, take breaks and wear a mask when you go out!! love you <33

Of course! Remember to do the same! ❤️ I hope you don’t mind if I threw in a place that wasn’t a store!

Fluff 💖

S/O Loses Them While Out

Izuku Midoriya-

This sweet poor boy, you told him you were going to be gone for only a second and he somehow got lost. Here's how it happened, imagine you took your boyfriend to the store with you to help you with your shopping list. Not hard right? Wrong! He didn't know where anything was, bless his heart, but it honestly was shocking to you!

"Okay Deku, I'll be right back okay?" You say, you handed him a part of the list while you had the other. It was simple stuff like food, cleaning supplies, then some other small items. You kissed his cheek and walked off into one of the other aisle. After about ten minutes, you completely got into the zone! You forgot that anybody existed, so there you were checking out and going out to your car. You get in on the driver's side and sit down, starting up the car. "Okay Zuku, you ready to head back?" You asked, there was no response. You basically search the car and that's when you see the green haired boy, running out yelling "WAIT!!" Oh shit, how could you forget him!?

Whenever you both got back to the dorms, you couldn't stop apologizing. Like you were borderline crying before you were so scared he was angry at you, after a few minutes Izuku just laughed. You were confused and he said, "baby, you realize I'm not mad right? That's a story to tell our future kids!" You blushed out of embarrassment and he kissed you. How could you forget your own boyfriend? You'll never understand.

Denki Kaminari-

Denki was a huge airhead! Like everyone could just tell, but you loved him. Now there's pros and cons to this situation, some pros is: 1, it's adorable! 2, it's always a good story to tell! 3, it's never a dull moment! But onto the cons, the main one is; you can easily forget he's like a big child and needs 24 hour surveillance. Now granted, you didn't mind! But you better hope you don't take him into a decently sized shopping mall and him get lost.

Because that's what happen, you were out to find some new clothes. You just wanted something nice for summer and Denki obviously wanted to go because uh, he wanted to get the mood *electric* if you know what I mean. Plus new clothes, who wouldn't want to go!? This time, you told him to look around while you threw away a cup. Yes, just one singular cup. You told him it would be like 5 minutes max, because it was some what crowded. Now Denki decided that he had other plans and was walking around the mall. When you got back, he was no where to be found. You panicked, you tried calling him and then you remember he left his phone at home because he didn't feel like carrying it around. Kind of ironic, huh? Anyways! So you thought he headed out to the car, after you purchased some clothes that's where you were headed. As you got out to the car, you didn't see him in there. So this made you panic even more!

That's when you hear your phone ring, you pull it out immediately and answer. "Hello?" You say, you had a deep, gruff voice on the other end. "Is this (y/n) (y/l)?" The man asks, "yes?" You say, with slight concern. "We have a lost child, well he looks like an young adult almost, but he ended up in the lost child center and told us to call you." You busted out laughing and told him you were be there soon enough. Once you walked into the office, you seen Kaminari sitting there with a lollipop in his mouth. "Hey babe! Look what they gave me!" he exclaims, showing you the bright colored candy. Oh boy, you wanted to walk away on the spot. But you didn't! Instead you took him home, giving him a much needed lecture on stranger danger.

Eijrou Kirishima-

You were usually the one who was glued to Kirishima, not because you were clingy, but because you were forgetful. You both decided to go downtown and do a bit of shopping. You drove since it would take a little while to walk, once you parked, the shopping was on!

You were surrounded by music, stores, food, and even street entertainers! It was.. amazing! You got so caught up with it, that you completely forgot that Kiri was there with you. After an hour or so, you got in the car and drove back. You felt as if you forgot something, but didn't mind and brushed it off. This feeling occurred a lot, but it was never anything too serious. Humming to a song, with your phone connected to the bluetooth system. At a stoplight, you get a call coming through. When you answer it, it completely reminded you of what you were forgetting. "Hello!" You say and that's when Kiri's voice booms throughout the car, "what the hell (y/n)!" He says, your eyes go wide. How could you forget him? "I thought you were in here!" You say, trying to find a spot to where you could turn around. "I was getting us some icecream when you disappeared!" He says, you felt horrible. He did sound slightly angry, which was understandable honestly. As soon as you got back, it was pouring down rain. There he sat, his usually spiky red hair, now drenched and laying down, with him holding two melted icecream cones. He opens the door and sits down, not saying a word. "Kiri? I'm sorry!" You say as you drive back, glancing at him every now and then.

Whenever you arrived back at his dorm, he changed and sat now next to you. "I'm sorry honey." You say quietly, almost tearing up. He couldn't stay mad at you, honestly he wasn't even that mad, he's just upset you forgot about him. After a few moments of silence, he basically tackles you into a bear hug. "You're going to pay for this!" He says, laughing. Oh you did for sure, he ended up getting sick from the rain so you had to take care of him that whole week.

Shoto Todoroki-

Shoto was a pretty chill guy, like I mean honestly. You rarely ever did anything to upset him. Whenever he did get upset, that means it was something major! You were carpooling, you picked him up since you were both heading to the same place. It was a beach party, the class was throwing! Honestly, you couldn't wait! You got to wear a fabulous swimsuit while Todoroki got to admire you.

After you arrived, the party went on for hours! Like there was so much going on at once, it was just hard to take in all at the same time! Forgetting you and Todoroki were carpooling, you got in your car and left. Like I said, you were more worried about getting some aloe on your sunburns so it didn't hurt like hell. Once you got back you checked your messages, your heart dropped. It was Todoroki.

You grabbed your keys and picked him up, he was the only one left. It broke your heart, he didn't look angry but then again you can never tell. He got in the car, sitting down, not looking at you. "Todo? I'm sorry." You say, curling up to him, while you two were on his bed. Once you didn't get a response, the tears were flowing. His eyes widen, "no no! It's okay, I promise. I'm not mad." He says, pulling you in for a hug. He wiped away any of the stray tears, kissing your forehead. The next morning you both decided that you shouldn't be allowed to do carpool ever again. Honestly, you can see why!

This was so fun to write!

I hope you have a great day! :)

[kitakataramen]

大きいサイズ！！！ PLUS-SIZE SHOPPING IN JAPAN

*This post is intended to be helpful for people already living in Japan who need to find everyday clothing, it’s not going to be useful for people living outside Japan who want to buy kawaii Tokyo fashion. This is also mainly geared toward women’s clothing, as it’s harder to find than men’s plus size clothing, but some of the stores and sites I mention here will be useful for plus size guys as well!

So let’s start at the beginning.

JP SIZING

Japanese sizes in general go from S, M, L, and plus sizes will be indicated from LL (extra large) all the way to 10L. For reference purposes on this post, I am a size 16/18 in CAN/US sizing, a 22 in UK sizing, and a JP size 5L for most plus-size brands, although the sizes are not standardized across brands (meaning that for some brands, a 5L will be either too big or too small). 

If you are above a size 3L, which is the largest size they stock in most regular stores (Uniqlo, for example, only stocks S, M, L, and XL for women*, so I don’t fit into any of their clothes) you will have to do most of your shopping online! There *are* physical plus-size stores around, though, so keep an eye out for stores that look like this:

大きいサイズ  (おおきいサイズ)　- plus-size (lit. large size)

レディースの大きいサイズ 　- Ladies’ large size

メンズの大きいサイズ     - Mens’ large size

Here’s some useful Japanese you can use while shopping in a physical store: 

大きいサイズがありますか？ Do you sell large size clothes?

これのもっと大きいサイズ、ありますか？ Do you have this in a larger size?

It can be a bit difficult finding your size in Japan, but don’t give up! Plus size Japanese women *do* exist and they look cute as heck, and so can you.

PHYSICAL STORES

H&M Japan (they use S, M, L, XL sizing or US sizes up to 16, so I would say around a 4L Japanese size. I am able to fit into some of their clothing based on the cut and style of the garment, but most of their tops/dresses are too tight in the chest for me). Good for a variety of styles, from work clothes to casual

しまむら 　- They carry up to a 4L, good for basics and casuals

青山 (あおやま）　- Great for work/business attire. (They call their plus-size line クイーンサイズ which I find extremely adorable omg). Their sizing is a bit different as they carry from 19号～ 37号, but the sizing charts should help you figure out which size you need.

PUNYUS    - There are only a few of these stores around, in big cities like Tokyo and Osaka, but I love this brand so I’ll be talking about their online store later in the post. The brand was established by Naomi Watanabe, one of Japan’s foremost plus-size comedians and TV personalities, and I absolutely LOVE her. Punyus uses their own sizing in 1, 2, 3, or 4. (I am usually a 2, but I always check the measurements for each garment very carefully because for some items I am a 3 or 4).

*Uniqlo carries up to a 4L in men’s sizes, but you usually have to order the larger sizes online as they don’t stock them in the regular stores.)

There are obviously way more stores than this that carry plus-sizes, and most of them will have the 大きいサイズ  sign right on the outside of the store. I’ve even managed to find some cute items in the  大きいサイズ  section of my local grocery/department store of all places (although don’t expect much from department stores, most of the fashion in these places will be very tame grandma clothes).

Now, let’s get into online shopping, which is the easiest method but can be a little tricky. The first thing you need to do is figure out your measurements, as the majority of online products will have a detailed size chart that is very useful for ensuring a good fit without trying it on.

SIZE CHARTS

Size charts will look like this, and will use centimetres:

サイズ表記 　（サイズひょうき） - size notation

バスト    - bust (the measurement around your chest)

肩幅　（かたはば）- shoulder width (measurement from shoulder to shoulder)

袖丈　（そでたけ） - sleeve length

着丈　（きたけ）- length (of the whole garment, Japanese ones tend to run short. I’m not even particularly tall but a lot of shirts tend to fit like crop tops here)

袖幅　（そではば）- sleeve width

袖口　（そでぐち）- cuff

幅裾　（はばすそ）- hem width

回り　（まわり）- circumference (measurement around the bottom) 

ウエスト    - waist

ヒップ     - hips

In general, the measurements that’ll be most useful will be bust, waist, hips, and length of the garment. As you can see on the model below, those measurements make her a size 3L. My measurements are 128-106-135 and I’m 168cm tall so I’m usually a 5L.

Once you know your measurements, it’s time to start browsing! I’ll briefly introduce my top picks for useful online stores.

ONLINE STORES

1. Nissen

This website is great and I use it all the time. It’s like an online shopping mall that carries the plus size options from a bunch of different brands, so you can just check here instead of browsing each brand individually. 

You can search by size, category, colour- it’s super convenient and easy, and the website is also available in English. 

SHOES

This site also has great options for shoes above 25cm (which is the largest size they sell in most shoe stores for women). My shoe size is 26.5cm with 4E width (extra wide) and I can easily find shoes here.

TALL SIZES

I mentioned before that some of the shirts here tend to fit fairly short, even for my 168cm (5′6″) height. Never fear, there are tall size options as well.

The tall sizes will be annotated with a TT next to it- as you can see, the first 3 options in the picture are MTT - 5LTT, and the 4th one doesn’t have the TT, so it will be a normal length. Again, you can just click on the item and go to the size chart to check the length in cm to see if it will fit.

2. Alinoma

Very similar to Nissen in that it gathers clothing from different brands all right here on the same site, and you can also use the parameters along the side to customize your search by size, category, colour, etc. 

One of my favourite brands (available from both sites) is タベルノスキー、which has super cute stuff~

3. PUNYUS Online Store

The clothes here are more trendy, playful, casual clothes, and I love that they use larger plus-size models than some of the other sites (including Naomi Watanabe herself). I buy a lot of non-work clothes from here.

*Note that all these sites have really reasonable shipping fees within Japan and also have frequent sales, as well. And they’re really easy to use with google translate.

INNER WEAR

Now, as for the busty gal trying to find bras and lingerie in Japan...

Don’t worry!!! I’ve found that most lingerie stores don’t stock my size, but again, it’s possible to order them online using either Nissen or Alinoma. You’ll want to look for the インナー tab, and ta-da! (Just keep in mind that the band in Japan is measured in cm).

To wrap up, I’d just like to reiterate that if you are plus-size in Japan and having trouble finding clothes, you’re not alone! There are lots of us here and there *are* brands out there that make cute clothes for us. If you see something you like in a store, go in and check it! The sizing is not only wildly different between brands, but it can even be different between different garments in the same brand. Don’t be afraid to try things on! You might be surprised by what actually fits and looks good.

Happy shopping!

[dreamingofaizawa]

Short Stack -- Part 3

This is it! The last part. Love you guys <3

Pro Hero! KiriBaku x Pro Hero! Fem! Reader

Warnings: Lots of angst, mentions of infertility, hint of child abandonment (it gets better though), fluff

Word Count: 4.7 k

Author’s Note: Reader is still a savage, Bakugou’s super freaking soft and also scared for once, all in all a happy ending. I had fun writing this.

Part 1 - Part 2

Enjoy the last part of Short Stack!

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You wake up sweaty and tangled in the limbs of two very large men. At first it was disorienting, and there was a brief moment of panic before the memories of the previous night flooded your sleep-drowsy brain. Then you were stuck trying to figure out a way to escape the elaborate trap of sleeping hulks. You managed to wriggle out by their feet, mildly aware of the dull throbbing that pulsed through your legs, abdomen, and lower back. 

Standing up and walking turned out to be a lot easier than you’d anticipated, which was a plus. So you slipped on your panties and one of the boys’ t-shirts, pulled the door open and went to go use the bathroom. As you quietly searched through the kitchen to make breakfast, you heard the bedroom door creak open and two sets of heavy footsteps make their way to the kitchen. 

You turned to them and greeted them, and they leaned down and wrapped their arms around you, squishing you between them once again. Eijiro was the first to start whining like a child, “(y/n) let’s go back to beeeeed~” he groaned into your ear, nuzzling his nose into your neck. Katsuki grunted his approval, earning raised eyebrows from you. Katsuki was always up early, and always blasted the other out of bed, so him actively wanting to go back in between the sheets was shocking.

But, you were already wide awake, so you wriggled out of their grasp and pecked each one on the cheek. “You two can go back to bed, and I’ll come get you when breakfast is done, okay?” you proposed, stepping toward the fridge. Before you could get even a couple feet away, one of the two grabbed you by the waist and threw you over their shoulder.

You yelped at the movement and craned your neck, catching the spiky blonde hair at your waist. “Put me down ‘Suki!” you squealed and slapped his back. He grunted a low ‘no’ before tightening his grip on your waist. You rolled your eyes and got a devious look in your eyes. Without warning, you leaned forward, farther down his back, raised your hand, and smacked his ass as hard as you could.

That got his attention. He froze in place, and you could feel all the muscles in his arm seize. You couldn’t tell if it was from anger or shock, but you found out rather quickly when he threw you onto the couch and hunched over you, growling at you with narrowed eyes. Yeah, this was one of the few times you truly felt your size. Despite the shiver crawling up your spine, you stared right back at him and squeaked out, “I told you to put me down…”

He rolled his eyes and stood up straight. “You’re a fucking brat”. It was your turn to roll your eyes, and you had to bite your tongue to comment about him being an oversized angry pomeranian. But you weren’t ready to die at the hands of Ground Zero just yet. Kirishima was quiet through the whole scene, and suddenly spoke up. “Well since we’re all awake, I’m gonna head to the store and pick up some morning after pills for (y/n)”. 

That was both the rudest and sweetest thing you’d ever heard. You giggled at the fact that he was thinking about you and your body’s repercussions from the night before, but said it out loud in such a blunt manner. But you stopped him before he could move. “It’s fine, Ei, you don’t have to worry about that. I’m on birth control”. You knew that was a lie. You weren’t on birth control. You also knew you didn’t need it. But they didn’t need to know that. Not yet.

As quickly as possible, you changed the subject. “So since we’re all up, what’s for breakfast?”. The three of you then began to contemplate the contents of the fridge and pantry, deciding cereal would be fine since you were all too lazy to cook anything.

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Almost a year had passed since you started dating the two heroes, and life couldn’t be better. Along with the Saturday meetups, they often took you on dinner and lunch dates. Katsuki was less affectionate in public, choosing to hold hands at most, but Eijiro was cuddly no matter what, and he loved showering you with attention. You guessed it was because of the fact that Katsuki didn’t do anything with him in public, so now he had a subject to pour his affection into. The angry blonde didn’t seem to mind at all.

Media coverage got testy because they’d see you out with one or the other, so scandals brewed about for the first couple weeks. You chose to ignore it, knowing that eventually you’d be caught with both of them at the same time. Lo and behold, the scandal was really just a misunderstood romance, and the tabloids eventually dropped the subject of your relationship like it was last week’s news. 

On one of your dates, they’d brought up the subject of living with them, and you happily accepted. It was great living with them. The sex was amazing, there were cuddles galore, and if you ever needed space they happily obliged. Katsuki was almost always in the kitchen, and Eijiro would sometimes snuggle him as he hunched over the stove. You couldn’t help smiling at the two. They were so adorable like that, and it made you happy that your two favorite people in the world loved each other so fully. 

You had already discussed your trust issues with both of them, so they understood your reluctance to use the ‘L’ word with them. They never pressured you to do anything you didn’t want to, and they were happy to let you adjust to them. As you got closer, you felt your heart swelling at the sight of either of them, no matter what they were doing. You could stare at them all day and never get tired of them. They were nothing short of beautiful, and if you could spend the rest of eternity just looking at them it’d be too soon.

Being the gentlemen they are, they never asked for any detail regarding your unsavoury past, and if you avoided the topic like the plague, they did too. You often ended up asking them about their days at UA, and they’d go off rambling about their high school days, remembering details like it was yesterday. You loved when they were passionately recalling and recounting all the adventures they had, and the trials life threw at them. They actually panicked when you started crying the first time they talked about the USJ incident in their first year. They had no idea what they said to make you so sad, but you had to explain to them your extremely empathetic heart and how it only got worse when it was the people you cared about.

For the first time in a long time, you felt like life was perfect. You were so, so happy with them. You felt like you’d known them forever, and at the same time you were questioning where they’d been your whole life. You were opening up to them, and they made it easy for you to do so. And you hadn’t noticed just how much you’d healed from your emotional past until one glorious morning. 

You’d been called in to patrol, and the two had the day off. Katsuki, as always, made breakfast before you’d even woken up. The three of you ate in bliss, and you quickly got changed into your hero costume once you’d cleared your plate. Just like you always did when you were parting ways, you kissed them both on the cheek and walked to the door to pull on your boots.

As you reached for the door handle, you let the words slip past your lips without a second thought. “I’ll be back around 7 tonight. I love you”. You didn’t quite register what you’d said until you looked back at the two men and saw them staring at you, wide-eyed and frozen in place. You tilted your head in confusion, but suddenly gasped at the realization. “Oh my god… I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking-” you were cut off by two large bodies crushing you between them, soft whimpers and sobs coming from both of them, warm tears falling onto your shoulders.

Eijiro pulled away to smother you in kisses, and Katsuki whispered into your ear, “We love you too princess. So much”. You melted into their affection, adoring how natural it felt to tell them how much you loved them and never wanting to let go. Unfortunately, your phone buzzed, bringing your attention back to the reason you were in your hero costume by the door.

“Okay you two, I gotta go. I’ll be back tonight and we can talk or cuddle or whatever. Deal?” They both pulled away, wiping away their tears, and chanted back “deal” in perfect unison.

You were grateful your patrol was villain-free the entire day. You knew you’d be fine if a villain were to pop up, but you just didn’t want to spoil your good mood. Your mind swam with thoughts, wondering what you’d talk about once you get back home, how weird it was to see Katsuki so emotional, how far you’d opened back up since meeting the duo. And the second you’d changed back into civilian clothes you bolted home.

Standing at the door, you took a deep breath to calm your bouncing nerves. They weren’t bad nerves, you were just excited, in a way. You were accepting the feelings you felt toward the two men in your life, fully acknowledging the feeling was undeniably love. You stepped into the apartment and were greeted with smothering kisses and hugs. Eijiro peppered your face with kisses, making you giggle, while Katsuki just held you from behind, squeezing you tight and nuzzling into your neck.

“Hi my big babies. I missed you today” you confessed. The kisses ceased just long enough for Eijiro to reply with a quick, “We missed you too little pebble”, before going back in and attacking you with kisses. You grabbed his face and held him still, giving him a sweet kiss on the lips before smiling at him. “Relax, Ei. I can feel you shaking” you giggled. He looked so happy, like a puppy that saw his human for the first time in weeks. It was adorable and it melted your heart.

Katsuki refused to waste any more time, and lifted you up in a princess carry. You ended up in a bed, with two large bodies squishing you between them. The warmth from their bodies soothed you, and you relaxed into the bed. Soon enough you were all talking about random things. Somehow, though, the conversation ended up in the one place you really didn’t want it to go.

The subject of children popped up after talking about an adorable child you witnessed smelling a flower out on patrol. You kept gushing about how cute kids are, their squishy chubby cheeks and pudgy little hands grabbing at everything in sight. And Eijiro wondered out loud what it would be like to have little mini-versions of the three of you running around. At that you went dead silent.

Your breath hitched in your throat and you squeezed your eyes shut and clenched your jaw, not prepared for this conversation. You knew it would happen eventually, in fact you’d thought about it a lot since your first night with the men. But there was only one way out of this conversation without lying to them or hurting them worse than the truth could. So, after nearly a minute of silence, you took a deep breath and sat up. “I think we should take this conversation to the kitchen table. I need to tell you something important”. They agree, a bit confused at the sudden serious tone of your voice.

As they settled into their chairs, you put on a pot of tea and let silence fall over the room. It was quiet while the tea brewed, while you poured three cups, and as you sat in your own chair in between your boys. “So… Eijiro brought up the thought of having kids earlier”. Eijiro quickly interjected, “It’s fine if you don’t want kids! It was just a random thought!”. You smiled softly and shook your head, “Just listen, Ei”. He nodded slowly, giving you the space to talk. 

You took a deep breath and a sip of your tea. “I knew kids would come up eventually. And I won’t lie to you, I’ve imagined far enough into the future that the thought of raising children with my beautiful boyfriends has crossed my mind more times than I can count”. You blushed a little at the confession, the two looking at you with raised eyebrows, but still silent to let you talk. 

“The night you confessed to me, the first night we spent together. The next day Ei offered to go get me morning after pills. I told him not to worry because I’m on birth control. But I lied”. Now they looked at you completely baffled. But, they still remained silent, focused on you so you could explain further. 

“There’s no easy way to say this” you knitted your eyebrows together and swallowed hard, “I can’t have kids”. Your hands were shaking around the teacup. You took another deep breath and stared into the tea, not wanting to look up at the faces of the loves of your life. “There was an… accident… when I was younger. I’m physically incapable of ever having children of my own”. The last sentence was nearly a whisper as you tried to hold back tears. 

A large hand took the teacup from your trembling fingers. Eijiro and Katsuki took each of your hands into their own, squeezing them tight. You finally look up at your boyfriends, who looked back at you with nothing but love. The tears you willed not to spill began pouring down your cheeks, and the two brought you into a comforting hug. They let you cry until your chest burned and your eyes wouldn’t produce anymore salty tears.

As your hiccups calmed, they moved. Katsuki took the teacups to the sink as Eijiro carried you back to bed. They curled up around you, holding you tight between them. They reassured you that they loved you no matter what, and that if you really wanted kids in the future, there were many other options. They hushed you to sleep, whispering sweet words in your ears as  you drifted.

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It’s officially been five years with your two gorgeous boyfriends. The three of you bought rings three years in. You didn’t mind that there was no official ceremony, or official marriage, as long as you had each other. And that’s how life was, the three of you loving each other and working as pro heroes. Things got a bit scary a couple times, when there were major villain attacks and one of you ended up in the hospital. But all in all, the past five years were the best years of your life. 

Today was a special day, you could just feel it. You breezed through your routine of getting ready to go out on patrol, and left the house. Your patrol route was relatively incident-free through lunch. It was around 2 in the afternoon when things got intense.

As you strolled down the street, you felt tremors in the ground. At first you’d thought it was an earthquake, but you realized the tremors were steady, short, and getting stronger. They were footsteps. And whatever was making them was giant. You instantly materialized Eraserhead’s capture weapon and swung yourself up along the power lines and ran above the streets, following the tremors. As you turned the corner, you saw him. Easily 30 feet tall (9 meters) and his shoulders were wide enough he nearly took out the buildings on either side of him as he walked. 

Damn, where was Mount Lady when you needed her? You had no way to take care of this on your own. But you settled for trying to lead him away from the city. You jumped into action, throwing things to get his attention. Once you had it, you swung for the park that was a few blocks down. You passed by a few other heroes on your way, and you materialized and threw walkie talkies down at them. “I’m leading him to the park, away from the buildings. Clear the street and then help me take him down”. They instantly began clearing pedestrians from the street, and a few went ahead to the park to clear the civilians out.

You reached the park, the giant close behind, and you led him to the middle of the field, finally away from anything he could topple. You spun around to face him, and the other heroes arrived seconds later, ready to pounce. Looking around, you noticed a couple had flying quirks or something of the like. You also noticed top heroes. Shouto, quirks fire and ice, Uravity, levitation quirk, Creati, creation quirk, and none other than your boyfriends, Red Riot and Ground Zero. 

You spoke into the walkie talkie, the other heroes still holding theirs. “Shouto, freeze him in place” He did exactly that, giving you time to explain the plan you’d formed in your head. “Alright, listen up. He’ll break out of that ice soon, so here’s what’s gonna happen. Creati, I need you to make the longest, thickest chain you can as fast as possible. Start now. Ground Zero and Red Riot, you cover Creati. Uravity, I need you to make this giant levitate as soon as he breaks free and hold it as long as you can. When that happens, the two with the flying quirks carry him up 100 feet (30 meters) in the air and not any higher. Once Uravity’s quirk wears off, let him drop. He’ll probably land on his feet, but when he does, I’ll grab one of his ankles and throw him off balance. Once he falls, I need Shouto to freeze him again, and by that time the chain should be done. Once he’s down, we wrap him in the chain and he’ll be immobilized. Is everyone ready?”

You got a resounding ‘Ready!’ through the walkie, and no sooner than you did, the giant managed to break free. You all sprung into action, and the plan went smoothly. Soon the giant was immobilized in the middle of the field, wrapped in the chain Creati made. She was nearing her limit, and so was Uravity, but they assured you they’d be okay. The police had shown up just as the fight ended, and they had quirk-cancelling gear, and once the giant was normal sized again, he was hauled off to the station. 

You and the other heroes gathered together, and Eijiro and Katsuki instantly swarmed you, checking if you were alright and smothering you in kisses and hugs. You assured them you were fine, and once they let you go you addressed the other top heroes. “Thank you guys for trusting me enough to follow my plan. And I’m sorry to put such a strain on Uravity and Creati, but you were crucial parts of the plan, so thank you for pushing yourselves”.

Creati spoke first, “Of course sweetie! It’s not that bad, I’ll be just fine! And that was a brilliant plan!” Uravity spoke next, “Yeah! How’d you get that out so fast? And where did the walkies go? And how did you use Aizawa-Sensei’s scarf? It came out of nowhere!” Shouto butted in, “Yes, your plan was thorough. And about the scarf, where were you storing it?” You stopped them all, the praise and questions getting a bit overwhelming, but you answered them all one by one, and explained your quirk to them.

All the while, you couldn’t see Ground Zero and Red Riot beaming behind you, pride radiating off their bodies. Suddenly you felt a large arm around your shoulders, “Leave her alone, you extras. She doesn’t need to talk to you” Katsuki growled at them. You narrowed your eyes and formed a plan instantly. You knew he was just proud and jealous, but you didn’t need your boyfriend to be rude to the other top heroes.

You grabbed his wrist and ducked under his arm, twisting it so it was behind his back. Then you swung your leg around his ankle and pushed forward on his back, sending him face first into the grass, and you grabbed his other arm and pulled it behind his back so he couldn’t push himself up. You knew he’d never use his quirk on you, but just in case, you materialized quirk-cancelling cuffs and cuffed him behind his back. 

You stood up beside him, one foot still on his back, smiling at the others who were stunned in place. All except Eijiro, who was rolling on the ground laughing. “I’m sorry for his behavior, he’s a little rough around the edges” you apologized quickly. You didn’t realize they all went to the same school. Shouto was the first to inform you, “It’s alright, we know he’s a handful. We were all in the same class at UA, so we’re used to his temper” He glanced down at Katsuki, who was now growling up at you. 

Uravity started giggling, “Wow, nobody’s ever been able to take Bakugou down like that without coming out of it with burns!” You smiled at that, understanding the situation. You bent down and released Katsuki, who grabbed your wrist and yanked you close, so your noses almost touched. He was pissed off, and he growled as he spoke, “You’re in trouble you brat” You looked him in the eyes and gave him a wicked sadistic grin, “Is that a challenge, Suki?” His face dropped, and he paled a little. 

You’d only made that face once before, and it ended with him cocooned in your capture weapon, quirk-cancelling cuffs on him, completely immobilized on the couch of your apartment for an entire day, you and Eijiro feeding him when he got hungry, but otherwise completely neglecting and ignoring him. At the end of it, he was apologizing and cuddling you, and you promised that if you ever had to do that again, it would be a lot worse. He knew he deserved it that time, and he wasn’t about to make that mistake again. 

He swallowed thickly, and let go of your wrist. You got up on your tiptoes and leaned close to his ear and whispered so only he could hear you. “I know I embarrassed you a little bit and I’m sorry about that, but you don’t get to decide who I talk to, and you don’t get to punish me like a child when I don’t do what you like. Understand?” He swallowed again and nodded. You stood up and smiled at him. “Good” you reached up and pecked him on his cheek. When you turned back to the others, they were gawking again. Shouto was the first to break out of his shock and he spoke up. “You’re scary”. 

You chuckled at his comment. Eijiro comes up and hugs you. “Yeah, she can be scary. Isn’t it great? She only ever got mad at Katsuki once though, and it whipped him into shape fast”. The conversation died down quickly after that, and you all went your separate ways. You told Katsuki and Eijiro to go ahead of you and you’d meet them there, you were going to do a sweep of the area to make sure nobody was hurt. You knew the police and a few other pros did that already, but you just wanted to be sure, because you can miss things sometimes.

Your two boyfriends left for the agency, and you began to search the empty park. You were about ¾ done when you heard it. A baby, and it was crying. You froze in place, and began to gauge where it was coming from, following it to a small patch of forest. It was close. You searched around the foliage until you came to a small bundle, covered in dirt. The bundle was completely wrapped, the cries muffled. You quickly picked up the bundle, unwrapping it completely, and tears ran down your face at the sight. 

The child was completely nude underneath, save for a diaper, and their little limbs were stuck against their body and turning blue from lack of blood, clearly from being swaddled so tightly. You materialized your corset and lay it down, and you placed the child on the cape, using it as a blanket. You needed to get the blood flowing back into their limbs, so you gently massaged the little limbs and stretched them little by little until there was color in their skin again. You ripped the cape off the corset body and loosely wrapped the child to carry it to the nearest hospital.

The nurses took the baby and assured you that it would be okay. They let you stay with the baby while they contacted the police to figure out if anybody was missing a baby. You called Katsuki and Eijiro to meet you at the hospital, and they were there in minutes, panicked at why you were there. You explained what happened, and they calmed after cursing whoever would leave a baby out there to die. Soon you had to leave the baby at the hospital. They would take care of the baby until they could find the parents.

You went back every day for an entire week. They had taken blood for a dna match, but nothing came up. Whoever the parents were, they weren’t in the system, meaning they were most likely either criminals or villains. Of course. Soon they were looking to find orphanages that could take the child. But you couldn’t just let him get put into foster care. You’d gotten attached to him. So, you went home with a mission in mind.

When you got home, dinner was ready. You ate, subtly bringing up the baby when you could. Your boyfriends didn’t seem to catch on, which was both good and bad. After dinner, you kept them at the table to discuss exactly what was on your mind.

“So, do you remember the conversation we had a few years back, about me not being able to have kids?” They both nodded. “Well, I’ve been thinking. About the child I found at the park. They want to put him in foster care, because they can’t find the parents” You looked up at your boyfriends, who were looking at you intently. You couldn’t quite read their expressions, so you continued. “I won’t lie, I got attached to the child. And I was thinking a lot, and I wanted to ask you two if we could...adopt him”

The silence was deafening, but as you looked at your boyfriends, their expressions changed. Eijiro had the biggest grin you’d ever seen, and Kastuki had a genuine smile on his face for the first time. They both choked on their tears, and nodded furiously. “Of course, princess. We’d love to adopt the boy” Katsuki said. Now it was your turn to cry. You were going to start a family. 

Not a week later, you had an early retirement, deciding your job as a pro hero could wait, and the little baby boy you’d found in the forest had a brand new home with you and your boyfriends. But you couldn’t call them your boyfriends anymore, no. They were your husbands, official or not, and they were the fathers to your adopted child. And they vowed to protect him with their lives.

You watched from the doorway as the two ogled over the baby, making faces and letting him grab their fingers, and you settled into your happy life with your three babies. The three loves of your life.

[alien-baby-boy]

disclaimer: this was written on 5/25/2021 then copy & pasted from my notes app on 6/7/2021. some of the author's notes will reference that this is my first fic using alternating pronouns, but i've practiced since then. i'm glad people wanted to see this purely self indulgent fluff. don't repost, obviously, but reblogging is okay :)

Shopping Trip

by alien-baby-boy

[tags] L/Light, fluff, clothes shopping, clothes sharing, bribery, he/they pronouns for L, because i said so, nonbinary L, cute, crossdressing, innuendos

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[summary]

"I will bribe you with sweets"

L hummed in thought, considering Light's offer.

"I'll also do that thing you like with my tongue, if you cooperate"

L grabbed his hand as they stood, "Let's go"

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Light sighed when he saw L wearing a plain white shirt and jeans, "Don't you have anything else to wear? People are going to think you're homeless."

"I don't care if they do, but I suppose I could wear one of your hoodies if necessary," L started looking through Light's closet as they spoke, "Light has a lot of clothing"

Light picked out a navy blue hoodie from his closet. "Wear this one, I've outgrown it & it'll compliment your skin tone. Do you have any other jeans?"

L took off his shirt, uncaring that Light was looking at his prominent ribcage and tiny waist as he slipped the hoodie on. "Mhm, a black pair."

Light examined the jeans, they were fairly stylish in an emo way and a much skinnier cut than what L usually wore. "Put those on"

L stepped in his jeans, they were a much better fit than the blue ones, with a rip in each knee showing a peek of smooth pale skin. "Light is aware I'm not a doll for dressing up, yes?"

"L is aware they are horrible at choosing outfits, yes?" Light teased with a smile. "C'mon, we're going shopping."

"No." L scrambled to think of an excuse, "I have work."

Light waved his hand in the air as if pushing what L said away, "It's Sunday. Your work can wait."

Light thought of ways to sweeten the offer as L shook their head. Light thought L was very pretty, and they'd look even prettier if they put effort into their appearance. Or at least let Light put in the effort for L. "I will bribe you with sweets"

L hummed in thought, considering Light's offer. He didn't really mind shopping, but L wanted to push his limits before agreeing too quickly. L's detective training could come in handy for every day life, after all. Plus, he was a bit of a brat.

Light smirked as he thought of a promise that would guarantee his companion's acceptance of going shopping & being dressed up "I'll also do that thing you like with my tongue, if you cooperate"

L grabbed his hand as they stood, "Let's go"

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Light held L's hand as they walked into a department store, "Knew you'd see it my way"

L hummed around the cherry lollipop in their mouth, discreetly scanning the building out of paranoia. Thankfully it was nearly empty with just a few workers and some customers L decided didn't look concerning.

Light was used to L's quirks by now and waited until he was done looking around before leading the way to shirts and jackets. "What size are you?" "Small? You really need to eat more than sweets."

L rolled his eyes, "One lecture at a time, Light. My eating habits are perfectly healthy and a fast metabolism is nothing to be worried over."

Light sighed, mentally shelving the conversation for another more private time. "Okay, Ryu. Size?"

"I'm not entirely sure. A small should be fine."

"What, you've never been clothes shopping before?" Light glanced at L, who had finished their lollipop and was absentmindedly biting their thumbnail, "Don't answer that."

Light handed L a soft gray v-neck sweater, "You should try this. It'll bring out your eyes."

"Okay. It's very soft. Is that all?" L carefully placed the sweater in their basket so it wouldn't become wrinkled.

Light laughed at L's question before gently squeezing his hand, "No, Ryu, that's only one thing. Let's get ten things for you to at least try on."

L paled, which Light didn't think was possible. L felt Light cup his face and stroke under his cheekbone as Light softly instructed "Hey, look at me? You'll be fine. It's just clothes, nothing you don't like, and you can take as many breaks as you want." He turned his head to kiss the inside of Light's wrist, just over the band of Light's watch.

"Thank you, Light, you're very reassuring. Ten isn't that big of a number, I just wasn't expecting it."

Light placed a gentle kiss on L's forehead. "Let's pick things out one at a time, instead of worrying about the total. Tell me if you like something, ok?"

After nearly ten minutes of looking around, L found something that looked like a very long sweatshirt in a nice pale blue color, "I like this."

Light glanced over at L and the item in their hands, unsure if L knew what it was or if they were even okay with crossdressing, "Ryu, that's a dress."

"So? I like this." L gave Light a stubborn look, crossing his arms over his chest as he replied.

"You'll look very pretty." Light kissed L's cheek.

L smiled up at Light as he placed it in their basket.

Light continued his search for stylish clothing for L. It wasn't that hard, considering L liked neutral colors with the occasional pastel. Eventually, he saw a pair of black thigh high socks and started thinking 'Oh, L would look amazing in these. Would he like them? They're pretty soft' Light called him over, "Hey, Ryu, what do you think of these?"

L glanced over Light's shoulder at the socks, "Black socks? I'll try them on, if you really want me to, but you know I don't like wearing socks."

"I know you don't like wearing normal socks, but these go up to your thigh, and I think you'll look really good" Light unashamedly checked L out, looking at their body up and down, "Really really good"

L rolled their eyes again, sometimes they forgot despite Light's intelligence and usual maturity, he was still a teenager at 19. "Calm down, Light. Maybe I won't even let you see me wear them."

Light gently squeezed L's hand before kissing it in apology, "Sorry, I got carried away. Did you find anything else you liked?"

L couldn't help but smile shyly at Light's affection and nodded "Mhm, Light will see them when I say he can. Did you get anything?"

"No, I don't like these sort of causal clothes"

"Really? I would have assumed otherwise, with your age & all the sweatshirts you own."

"Those are just for working out, Ryu. Not all of us wear jeans to exercise, you know" Light teased L.

They went to the dressing rooms for L to try on the outfits they picked. Including a few graphic tee shirts and alternative styles Light wouldn't have guessed L would like, a few new jeans, and merchandise for bands Light didn't recognize. Some things were eliminated if L didn't like the fit or the fabric, but there was just over a dozen things kept. Finally, L was trying on the last outfit.

Light forgot to breath for a few seconds when he saw his companion's outfit of an oversized sweater dress that was thankfully short enough to show off his lean legs and black thigh socks that contrasted beautifully with his pale skin. Light's mind went to the gutter as he imagined doing that thing with his tongue to L right now, without even taking off his dress. Light quickly regained control of himself as he breathed out "Wow. ...You look so beautiful. Please say you'll wear that again soon."

L gave Light a mischievous smile, enjoying the extra attention Light was giving him, all because of an admittedly comfortable dress. "Hm, I might. What sort of occasion would Light suggest it for?"

"Oh, you know, everyday wear or lounging around...maybe in bed?" Light looked at L hopefully.

L finally broke their expression to chuckle, kissing Light's cheek before going back into the dressing room, "That sounds perfect."

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Ryu is just a nickname of Ryuzaki, pronounced Re you, since Light can't call L his name in public. i've never written alternating pronouns before, i tried to keep it fairly even & not switch midsentence, so the fic is easier to read. i hope i did it well. til next time :)

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A/n: as a technically plus size girl myself i really liked writing this! feel free to request again after I finish the rest of the ones I have now! (sry this is not thoroughly edited)

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: cussing, mentions of hate

Requested by: anonymous 

Tag List: @distrikt9​ @mini-meanhoe​ @poeticallyspaghetti​ @hanstagrams​ @yangomangos​ @hoes4hoseok​ @desertfordessert​

Summary: Being on the larger side had never stopped you from anything before. You were confident in your curves and loved how you looked. It was one of the reasons that Han Jisung fell head over heels in love with you. Who would have thought a few silly little pictures would turn your world upside down.

Genre: fluff, little angst, romance

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Meeting Jisung was a complete accident. A complete accident that changed my life forever. I was a lost foreign exchange student desperate to find her way back to her dorm in the hot summer streets of Seoul. By pure chance, I had bumped into him on the street. I had no idea who he was at the time and he seemed to find that fascinating. 

We ended up walking together until the sun set and the store signs lit up casting neon glows on our faces. Soon we both got lost wandering through the streets talking about everything and nothing in my broken korean and his adorable english. 

Jisung bought me dinner and then we finally found my dorms. He left me with the promise to take me out and get lost again. And that was the start of our relationship. About our fifth date, Jisung told me about his job and who he was. He was utterly shocked that I didn’t freak out about his celebrity status. He always said that what I told him after was when he began falling in love with me. 

“Whether you sing in front of thousands of people, pick up garbage on the side of the road, or teach pre-schoolers not to pick their noses, I would rather be with you than any other place or with any other person on the planet.” 

Now a year and a half later, we were dating and living together in an apartment near the company. Jisung was quite upset that he had to keep our relationship a secret. The company after many attempts at breaking us up gave in and let him continue our relationship despite his dating ban, but only if he kept quiet about it and nothing got leaked to the press. 

This meant we rarely got to go out unless both of us wore masks and hats and for five months out of the year, I was sitting at home waiting for Jisung to come back from tour trying to pretend like I didn’t have a boyfriend to begin with. But, it was all worth it. Jisung was worth it. 

“Yes, dad. I promise I’m eating well.” I said looking at my father through a computer screen. My ears picked up on Jisung moving behind me to open the fridge and I knew what was about to happen next. 

“Jisung!” My father called. Hearing his name he turned and leaned over me to look at my father. “Jisung, how are you?” My dad smiled and turned to focus on my boyfriend. 

Jisung laughed seeing me drop my head in my hands. He leaned against the counter, a bright smile on his face. “I’m fine, Mr. L/n.” 

“How many times have I told you? Just D/n is fine. Now, is she eating well? I know she has exams. You have to make sure my daughter is eating!” Jisung’s arm wrapped around my stomach, pulling me to his side. 

“Of course! We are going out to eat soon actually.” He said cheerfully, pushing the hair away from my face. 

I jumped at the opportunity Jisung secretly handed me. “Yes, Dad! So, we have to go! I love you, talk to you later, bye!” Jisung waved before I slammed my laptop closed, effectively hanging up on my father. “Can we really go out to eat?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his waist. He smiled taking my face in his hands, squishing my cheeks. 

“Of course. I’m starving.” Placing a kiss on my forehead he exited the kitchen. While he was doing whatever he was doing, I ran to our bedroom and changed out of the pajamas I had worn all day. 

Grabbing some shorts and one of Jisung’s shirts I started tying my shoes. How any of his clothes fit me at all was a mystery to me. Jisung was a twig compared to me. Granted he was a very muscular twig. But a twig none the less.

Jisung smiled seeing me in the baggy white fabric that covered my shorts entirely. He leaned against the doorway, dark hair falling in front of his doe eyes. He didn’t bother changing out of his gray sweatpants and tank top. “I never get tired of seeing you in my clothes.” 

“I never get tired of wearing them.” He smirked, watching me get up from the bed and walk over to him. I let my hands travel up his chest as he looked down at me. “Are we taking the car or the subway?” I whispered, leaning up and kissing his lips. A cheeky smile slip onto his face as his hands grabbed onto my ass. 

“I heard it’ll rain soon. Subway?” I nodded and kissed him again, fingers threading through his hair. “Ready to go, baby?” With another nod, we left our apartment, masks on and hats covering our faces. Instinctively, I pulled the white cap on Jisung’s head lower to cover his handsome features. He did the same with the black bucket hat (which was probably his) that I wore. 

Just as Jisung said, a light sprinkled down on us as we walked to the nearest subway station. Unfortunately, the train was crowded, leaving no seats for me and Jisung. We got a few weird looks, most likely because of the excessive face covering. 

We shared low whispers about where to eat and bickered about what stop to get off at. I turned out to right and dragged him off with train, just before the doors closed. Laughing, we ran through the rain to get to our favorite sushi place. 

The woman who owned the restaurant greeted us happily when we entered, ushering us to a secluded back table. Jisung didn’t even look at the menu before ordering enough food to fill every inch of the table. 

“How is the new album coming?” I said picking up a piece of fish. He nodded cheeks half full of food. I smiled seeing his little habit resurface itself.

“Good. I sent a song off to Chan this afternoon. He and I will work on composition tomorrow.” His long fingers maneuvered the chopsticks to place another roll onto my plate. I tried to put it back but he shook his head, adding another one as well. “How are your classes?” 

“Stressful, but manageable. You know the girl next to me in my Maths class is a STAY. She has Seungmin’s photocard in her phone case.” Jisung smiled eating another piece of sushi. “Her phone rang in class the other day. Guess what her ringtone was?” 

He hummed and looked up at me expectantly. “What?” He said covering his mouth, silver rings glinting in the low warm light. 

“Close.” Jisung’s eyes lit up as he started laughing. 

“I almost got in so much trouble when I released that song.” He said dipping a roll in soy sauce. “STAY almost figured out about us.” 

“Well, you did all but put my name in the song,” I said with a laugh. Somehow we had managed to eat all the food on the table. “Did you really feel that way when we met?” I asked him, my elbow resting on the table. 

A waitress came and cleared our table. Jisung stared at me, a soft look in his eyes. “Of course. You were the most gorgeous girl I had ever laid eyes on.”

“You are just saying that because you thought I had a great ass.”

“It is a great ass.” He said eyeing me up and down, a sly smirk on his face. “We should get going. It’s already raining cats and dogs.” Jisung paid for our meal and shoved his black hat back on my head with a smile, draping his arm over my shoulder as we walked out. He was correct. The rain was pelting down on the streets like bullets. “You ever been kissed in the rain?” He asked out of nowhere.

That mischievous smile glowed on Jisung’s face. “No, why?” 

Without another word, Jisung pulled me out into the rain, soaking us both. His brown hair turned dark and stuck to his forehead as he pulled down my mask. My eyes glanced around the nearly empty street, before staring back into Jisung’s bright eyes. His long fingers lifted up my chin before resting on my cheek. The cool rain dropped around us, but I felt warm in his arms. 

His lips dragged over mine, butterflies thundering in my stomach along with the rumble in the sky. My chest pressed against his, the wet fabric rubbing together. His teeth cheekily dragged over my bottom lip as I pulled away. 

“Get out of the street!” Someone yelled honking their horn. Jisung and I turned to see a car’s headlights shining through the rain. We laughed and moved back under the awning. “Crazy kids!” The man yelled as he drove passed us. 

I kissed Jisung again, tangling my fingers in his wet hair. “I love you,” Jisung whispered, pulling away. “All of you,” His hands ghosted over the curve of my hips. “Do you love all of me?” 

“More than anything, Jisung.” 

The cool rain sent a breeze under the cover. He pulled me closer to him kissing the top of my head. “Home?” He muttered looking around the wet street. 

“Home.” 

I pulled the dark fabric over his face, leaving nothing but his round lively eyes for me to see. His warm hand enveloped mine before we ran through the rain. Our feet splashed through puddles as each step brought us closer to the train that would carry us back to our little apartment.

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Bright light streamed through the bedroom window. An arm was wrapped tightly around my stomach. I smiled and shifted under the blanket so I could look at the handsome face of the man next to me. My eyes glanced at the clock before reaching over and stroking his hair. 

“Jisung?” 

He hummed, nestling into the pillow. I smiled feeling him reach for my hand and bring it to his lips. Drowsy kisses from his plump tired lips trailed over my skin. “You saying my name in the morning is so sexy.” My laugh filled the bedroom. His raspy voice never failed to send shivers down my spine.

“You think anything I say is sexy.” Jisung’s eyes slowly opened and his hands moved to rub his face, the muscles in his arms flexing ever so slightly. My fingers traced patterns over his bare chest, the skin radiating a welcoming warmth under my touch. 

“No way. Prove it.” He said with a goofy smile. 

Chuckling, I kissed his cheek. I thought about what to say. Leaning down, my breath fanned across his cheek. “I have to go shopping because we have no ramen left in the kitchen.” My words floated into his ear and I could see his cheeks redden at my tone. 

Jisung groaned, pulling me fully on top of him. “Yeah, you were right. Anything you say is sexy.” He laid still for a moment, his hands rubbing up and down my back. “Do you need money for groceries?” He hummed. Shaking my head, I sat up, legs falling on either side of his waist. “Are you sure?” 

“Yes, Ji. You don’t have to pay for everything, you know.” He laid back with a smile on his face, hands behind his head. Jisung stared up at me keeping that sleepy bright grin on his face. “You should get up. You’ll be late before you know it.” 

A sigh heaved from his chest as he watched me leave the bed. It was evident his eyes were trained on me as I sorted through our shared closet. “You’re right.” The rustling of sheets told me he was shuffling out of bed and most likely towards the bathroom to shower.

Soon I was walking Jisung to the cab he had called down in front of our building. The fabric of my leggings brushed together as I rushed forward pulling him back for one more kiss before he entered the taxi. “Don’t forget, we have a date with pizza and a drama tonight,” I whispered against his lips. 

His long fingers gripped my waist, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. His warm touch slipped into the waistband leaving something paperlike between the tight fabric and my skin. “For the groceries.” Jisung pecked my lips before getting into the cab. “Love you!” He called, rolling down the window. 

Waving back, I watched the car pull away from the curb and drive my boyfriend to his company. Curious, I reached for the money he slipped me. Had I worn a hoodie and not a crop top, he wouldn’t have been able to do so easily. It was a habit he had of spoiling me and paying for things despite my protests. “Good grief, Ji,” I muttered to the near empty street. 

My feet carried me to a nearby supermarket. I walked the aisles tossing anything we needed into the cart I picked up at the entrance. My hands lingered on a bag of chips, debating whether I actually needed the study snack. Jisung never cared how much weight I put on or how much I lost. I was confident in how I looked, so I wanted chips. I would get chips. Smiling I tossed them in the basket before moving to the next aisle to pick up a few bottles of wine and soju. I never knew when Chan and Changbin would pop by for a ‘lyric session’ and need ‘inspiration’ 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw two girls whispering and looking my way. More than a year with Jisung had taught me to have an observant eye in public places whether he was with me or not. They stopped their talk when I turned to look at them. After placing the bottle in my cart I waved to them with a kind smile before going on my way. 

Jisung returned later than usual. But, then again. There was no usual for when he came home. He passed out on the couch while I ordered us a pizza. While I waited, I lazily scrolled through twitter until something caught my eye. 

“Rapper Han Jisung Spotted With Supposed Secret Girlfriend” 

My eyes skimmed the article searching for any proof. My heart sunk finding what I sought. Several pictures of Jisung and me from the day before were shown below. Our faces were seen as clear as day despite the rain. We should have been more careful. I sighed, head in my hands. Curious, I scrolled to see what his fans were saying.

“I can’t believe this”

“So he really was seeing someone?”

“She’s so fat! She doesn’t deserve him”

“My friend and I saw her at the supermarket. She had like eight bottles of soju in her cart. Alcoholism puts on wait you know.”

“She’s a drunk and fat. I can’t believe she’s dating our Han.” 

“She looks like a cow. Seriously I understand why he hid her from us.” 

“Guys, stop. If he is happy then leave him alone.”

“He looks disgusted in those photos”

“Does she not care about herself? She’s dating one of the greatest rappers in the industry and she looks like a heavy slob.”

I tossed my phone onto the kitchen counter, not wanting to look a the comments anymore. My shoulders felt heavier than usual. Shower. A hot shower always made me feel better. Abandoning my device, which was blowing up with notifications, on the counter I marched to the bathroom and turned on the water letting steam fill the room. 

The scalding water pelted against my bare skin as I stood under the showerhead. After my skin turned red, I stepped out of the shower, wiping steam away from the mirror. 

My eyes raked over the body I once thought beautiful. How could my mind change so quickly? The curves I used to love now seemed ghastly and unflattering. The rolls on my stomach seemed more prominent as I looked over my bare body. My fingers traced over the waved marks on my thighs and pelvis, wondering how I never noticed them before today. 

“Y/n, baby?” A knock sounded at the door but did not wait for an answer to open. Instinctively, my hands slammed it shut shocking the man on the other side. “Woah- Babe, what’s wrong? Are you okay? It’s nothing I haven’t seen many many many times before.” The smirk in his voice was evident, but I still felt exposed, despite the towel I moved to wrap around myself. 

“Just go away. I’ll be out in a sec. There is beer and soju in the fridge. Go get one; the pizza will be here soon.” 

I waited until I heard Jisung walk away before turning the knob and sneaking into our bedroom. My fingers grasped at the first baggy shirt I could find, but looking in the mirror it hugged in places that should not be hugged and made my body look lumpy and fat. Throwing on some leggings and one of Jisung’s fluffy jackets I decided this was enough coverage suitable to walk around in.

Jisung’s eyes widened when I entered the living room. “Wow. You planning an expedition to Antarctica?” 

“I’m just cold, Jisung.” He watched with wary eyes as I pull the jacket further around my body. The doorbell rang turning both our heads. “I’ll get it.” Jisung nodded and picked up the remote, turning on the TV. 

Opening the door I expected to see a pizza delivery man waiting for his tip, but instead, the hallway was empty. Before I closed the door, my gaze landed on something on the welcome mat. 

A bouquet of wilted, dried, dead flowers. A ribbon darker than black was wrapped around the fragile stems. With shaking hands, I picked up the flowers. Petals and leaves fell to the ground. A note was tucked between the graying stems. 

Fat Bitch.

Subconsciously, I pulled the jacket around my body, covering as much as possible. “Y/n? Everything okay? They didn’t forget my garlic knots, right? They forgot last time.” Jisung’s voice called out. My eyes still stared down at the bouquet in my hands. “Baby?”

I felt cold. It felt like I wasn’t in my own body; like my soul had left this world leaving me a shell standing with no will of its own. 

“What the fuck is this?”

Shaking myself out of the trance, I looked to see Jisung standing beside me anger flooding every inch of him. Not waiting for an explanation he took the bouquet from my hands, more petals falling to the floor. The note seemed to make him even angrier. 

“Fuck,”

I closed the door and watched him throw the flowers onto the counter, sending dead leaves flying across the kitchen floor. He turned to me, fury in his eyes. He seemed to be waiting for me to say something. “We both knew this was going to happen sooner or later.” His jaw dropped, not believing my words. 

“You aren’t furious? You aren’t pissed off? Why are you not bothered by this?” 

“Jisung, I can’t be bothered by something I already know is true!” 

He stared at the flowers littering the counter. “You can’t possibly think that...can you?” Jisung sighed watching me shrug and fiddle with the sleeves of his jacket. “Y/n...this is not you. What happened to the girl who surprised me in my studio wearing nothing but a trench coat and lingerie just because I said I missed your smile?” My gaze fell to the floor, fixated on one of the leaves. “Where’s the girl who went skinny dipping with me on the night of our anniversary in Jeju?” 

“I don’t know, Jisung!” He was shocked hearing me yell. “They are right! Okay! I am a fat cow with no reason to be dating you. I’m not sexy and skinny and I don’t have the body of a model. You know who does? The girl you should be dating! Maybe I just don’t like myself anymore!” 

“The Y/n I know and love didn’t care how much she weighed.” 

“Well...maybe I’m not your Y/n anymore.”

“That I don’t believe.” Jisung took my face in his hands, staring into my eyes. “I know about the photos. I know about the comments. They are all false, okay? None of them are true and you know it.” His thumbs brushed over my cheeks, voice full of desperation and sadness. 

“Jisung, I’m not beautiful. I don’t feel beautiful anymore. I don’t see how you can love someone who can’t even see themselves as pretty.” 

He sighed, leaning down and capturing my lips in a breathtaking kiss. I could feel all his emotions, everything he wanted to say as his lips moved against mine. Jisung pulled away, his eyes looking lovingly into my own. “I don’t love you because you are beautiful,” He whispered, pushing a strand of wet hair behind my ear. “You are beautiful because I love you. All of you.”

“Even the stretch marks?” 

“The stretch marks. The curves. All of you.” 

Sighing, I rested my head against his chest. “Why did I even think that?” Jisung let out a shaky breath stroking my still damp hair. “Shit, I was so stupid to believe those comments for even a second.” 

“I can’t blame you. I’ve done the same.” 

Pulling away, my hands cupped his cheeks before moving to wrap around his neck. “I love you,”

“I love you more.” Jisung kissed my forehead, dark hair falling in front of his eyes. A thought came to mind that made me giggle. “What?” He asked with a smile, leading me back over to the couch. 

“How did you even remember that studio thing? That was like...in the first month we were dating!” 

He laughed, pulling me into his chest and falling back onto the sofa. “Are you kidding? That may have been the single greatest day of my entire life.”

“You are just a pervert.” Again the doorbell rang, causing both of our heads to peek over the top of the couch cushions. “Can you get it?” Jisung nodded and got out from under me. A few moments later he came back with two pizzas and his beloved garlic knots. “They didn’t forget?” 

“Nope!” He said happily flipping open the boxes. “Here.” He pulled one away and fed it to me, the fluffy breading melting in my mouth. 

“You know what I think?” 

“What?” He asked already somehow halfway through the box of garlic knots.

“I think I can eat this entire pizza faster than you.” 

He closed the garlic knot box, a wry grin on his face. “Oh, you are so on, babe.” He planted his feet firmly on the floor and turned to his pizza box. “Ready? Three....two....-” Before he finished counting down I grabbed a slice and stuffed it in my mouth. “Y/n that’s cheating!” Between bites, I laughed as I watched him try and catch up from my early start. 

“Come on, twig boy! Catch up.” He laughed and shoved another slice into his mouth filling his cheeks.

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