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Pay Attention To Me | Leah Williamson x Reader 

synopsis: do you know what's worse than dating a football player? dating a football fan.

warnings: brief mention of sex

wc: 2.5k words

Sometimes you wonder to yourself what possessed you to date a footballer. You weren’t athletic or sporty, and unlike your athlete brothers, you didn’t enjoy any sport enough to stick to it. Your only means of exercise was pilates and the occasional trip to the beach in your cute bikini. 

So how did you end up dating a professional footballer? 

You found yourself thinking about that question as you sit curled up on one end of the leather sofa browsing the Chanel website on your laptop. On the other end of the sofa, with her legs sprawled out and a beer bottle in one hand, sat your girlfriend. Leah was dressed in a grey hoodie and matching grey joggers; her hair was down, which was a rarity these days due to the heat, streaks of light blonde strands framing her pretty face. From your place on the sofa, you are granted the most breathtaking view of the ocean thanks to the expansive glass walls. The horizon stretches as far as the eye can see; the sky painted in hues of orange, pink, and purple. As the sun begins to set, it casts a golden glow over the water, making the waves glimmer and sparkle.

The villa was gorgeous, and exactly like how the pictures showed it to be. You had chosen the place yourself, tempted by the promises of walking out onto the deck and being able to jump into crystal clear waters. The spacious overwater bungalow features polished wooden floors, high vaulted ceilings with exposed beams, and furnishings in soft, neutral tones complemented by cool-tone vibrant accents. When you showed pictures of the villa to your girlfriend, she took once glance at it and handed you her gold amex card. She didn’t even ask you for the price. 

Back to your own question earlier, the short answer was that Leah was attractive as hell. She was also everything you could ask for in a partner. She's got a cracking sense of humour, she's passionate about her job, family-orientated, and it didn’t hurt that she was the most gorgeous woman you had ever laid eyes on. She made sure to spend as much time with you around her busy schedule. She accepted that you were high-matainance, and gladly indulged you. Leah was the whole package. Sometimes as you lay in bed, when the night is still and quiet, you would take a moment to thank your lucky stars that she walked into your life. 

However, no one in this world is perfect– even someone like Leah Williamson.

Your girlfriend’s biggest flaw was that she is a football player–and by extension– that meant she was a football fan.

And that was the problem. 

Today was the 2024 Euros final. England somehow managed to slither their way to the tournament final and will be facing Spain to compete for the title of Champions of Europe 2024. The original plan was to head over to the Williamson’s house so everyone could watch the game together. However, your birthday happened to fall in the week leading up to the final. As a birthday gift from your very generous girlfriend, Leah had surprised you with a week-long trip to the Maldives. Her only condition was that she gets to watch the Euros final at the villa 

Uninterrupted. 

And being the good girlfriend that you are, you were more than happy to compromise. That is until you realise that Leah has pretty much ignored you the entire day. 

Well– maybe ignore is the wrong term. She was acting the same this morning– ordering a breakfast spread fit for champions by the time you woke up, booking a luxury spa treatment for the both of you at the resort, and even letting you run wild with her card at the nearby mall where there’s a strip of high-end stores with names like Cartier, Vacheron Constantin, and Dior. You came strutting back to the villa in your new pair of Jimmy Choo kitten heels, while Leah trails behind you, her arms full of shopping bags– all of them belonging to you.

However, you were what other people would call clingy. You craved attention and affection more than the usual person. Physical touch was your love language, and most of the time, your girlfriend was more than happy to meet your needs. 

But not today it seems. 

She was far too busy watching a bunch of men on telly chase a ball around a field of freshly cut grass to pay enough attention to you.

Finally getting board of looking at bags and shoes on your laptop, you shut it down and put it aside. Stretching one leg over the length of the cream white sofa, you nudge Leah with your foot. “Lee…”

Without even moving her eyes away from the screen, your girlfriend just hums in reply. Rude.

Another nudge with your freshly manicured toes. “Leah”

Finally he blonde turns to you, grasping your foot with one hand effectively putting an end to your incessant poking. “What, baby?”

“I’m bored” You pout at her. 

“Then watch the game, darling” She tilts her head towards the 85” Samsung TV that is mounted on the wall. Her hand was now lightly massaging your foot and your calves, probably sensing how tense you are. 

You groan in reply, your head falling backwards dramatically. “That's exactly what’s boring me, Lee” 

Leah just smiles, but it’s a bit strained. She just wants to watch the game, and you’re making it hard for her to focus. She’s usually used to your indifference for the sport that she happens to make a career out of. You only "enjoyed" football when your girlfriend was playing. You attended all her matches and would cheer loudly for her when she's on the pitch. Whenever Leah would drag you along with to watch football matches as a spectator with her, you would reluctantly agree– after many kisses and promises of shopping afterwards– and armed with the latest copy of Vogue to pass the time. If she wasn’t on the pitch, you did not care.

You sneak a peek at her, wanting to see if she would indulge you further, but she was already turning her attention back to the TV. Stupid tv. 

You rattle your foot that is still under her hand. You didn’t know where this was coming from but you had enough of being pushed aside for a game of football. “Leah!” 

And that’s when she snaps. 

“Fucking hell– would it kill you to be quiet! Can’t you see I’m trying to watch the match, mate?” She gestures wildly at the tv. Her eye brows were drawn together, the skin between them wrinkled. When she looked at you again, her gaze was intense– piercing almost.

You glare back at her, hoping she can feel your wrath from her peripheral since she has once agin directed her eyes back to the tv. “m’not your mate” 

You huff audibly, snatching your foot back from her grasp. You could feel the annoyance bubbling up inside you. Sure, you had both compromised that Leah gets to spend one day to watch the game uninterrupted. And yes, you did get your girlfriend all to yourself during the last five days, but you couldn’t understand why she was pushing you away like this. You were being selfish, but who wouldn't be when their girlfriend is being uncharacteristically mean about it.

When you were in one of your moods, you had a habit of muttering under your breath when things don't go your way, making scathing, albeit humorous, remarks. It wasn’t long before the sounds of you grumbling under your breath could be heard by your now equally moody girlfriend. 

“bloody football…this was supposed to be a birthday trip yet my girlfriend is spending time watching ugly men kick a ball around…we could’ve been snorkelling and exploring the reefs or having sex on a yacht but nooooooo apparently football is more interesting”

Sometimes Leah found it cute but other times, like today, your grumbling was annoying and it was distracting her from the game. The blonde just wants an hour or two to watch football uninterrupted, yet you can't even give her that. She smacks her hand down hard on the sofa, startling you and putting an end to your angry muttering. Leah turns to you and glares. “If you want to keep grumbling like that go do it somewhere else. You’re actually fucking pissing me off. don't know why I even put up with you” She groans the last bit as she rubs her forehead like you were some sort of nuisance to her.  

That did it. 

You were annoyed at the lack of affection from your girlfriend, and the same person that you wanted attention from was now mad at you. You glare at her right back, but your eyes were starting to water and you were getting the sniffles.

Wrestling the blanket off your lap like you were fighting an alligator, you swing your legs off the sofa, ready to stomp to the room and slam the door like a mature lady when Leah grabs your arm before you can move. “Sorry. I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, baby” 

You angrily wipe away a traitorous tear as it slides down your cheek, trying to shake off the blonde’s grip but she holds firm. She moves to stand on her own two feet until she’s standing in front of you. Leah crouches down slightly, forcing your eyes to meet her blue ones. She frowns when she notices your tear stained cheeks. “Darling…hey, look at me, please”

You meet her eyes, albeit reluctantly. She rewards your effort with a kiss on your wet cheek. “I didn’t mean it. Don’t cry, please. You’re breaking my heart, baby” 

“Oyarzabal…Cucurella! 2-1 SPAIN!! Time is running out and Spain are nearly there. Oyarzabal hooks the ball out left to Cucurella, who beats a flagging Walker with a lovely diagonal ball into the box.The substitute is stretching ahead of Stones, having timed his run to perfection in between England's two centre-backs, and slides to put Spain back in front. This might just be it for England…”

Shit.

You head snapped towards the tv in shock, your annoyance disappearing. While you weren't personally rooting for any of the two teams, your English girlfriend was rooting for England so you automatically were rooting for England too. Not that you would ever admit it out loud.

You were anticipating a slew of cursed words from the Milton Keynes native, but her eyes had not left your face once, far too concerned about making sure you were okay. You were her number one priority, always. 

Taking a step closer to her, you rub the sides of her waist lightly. It was your turn to comfort your girlfriend. You hug her, pressing your head against her chest to listen to the rhythmic beating of her heart. It’s soothing and familiar, and any lingering feelings of frustration have completely disappeared. 

“The lads can pull one back” You say to her, peeking at the time running at the left top corner of the screen. Your girlfriend still hasn't said anything and you assume it's because she's sad about the score. “They’ve still got 10 minutes to equalise– plus additional time to play.” Just because you weren’t the biggest football fan out there did not mean you didn’t understand how the sport works. 

“Quit thinking about the match for a minute, baby, I don’t care about them right now. Are you sure you’re okay?” Leah pulls back slightly, cupping your face gently, and you lean into the warmth of her palms. 

“There’s nothing to forgive, Lee. I was just been silly” You pucker your lips up at her, and she grants your request with a grin. She kisses you once, and then again, pecking your lips repeatedly like she can’t get enough of you. 

You give her one more kiss, giving her a sharp bite on her lower lip before you pull away completely. Leah frowns at that, her eyebrows furrowing in displeasure. 

“I’m going to grab my laptop and watch Desperate Housewives out on the hammock. I’ll leave you to your football–alone– so you can focus.”

“What no. Baby, you can’t leave me when we’re one nil down during a Euros final” Leah gestures animatedly at the TV, the scoreline still showing Spain in the lead. “Stay with me. Watch your show right here with me” 

It wasn’t a question, it was a demand.

Without waiting for you to reply, Leah began pulling you by the hand back to the sofa. She sat down, tugging you onto her lap. You just laugh, not even bothering to reach for your abandoned laptop on the other side of the sofa. You snuggle into her, your chest pressed together, tucking your face into the crook of her neck. Just because you agreed to stay with her, doesn’t mean you were interested in watching the match. 

A buzzing from the inside of your short’s pocket startles you slightly. You glance at the screen, reading the text, and then gasp. 

“love, my Chanel sales associate is asking me if I’d like to book an appointment at their store to see their new collection! There’s actually a cute bag that I've been thinking about…"

Leah hums, distracted slightly, not even looking at the phone screen that you are practically shoving into her face. “Yeah, we can get your bag once we arrive back home” 

You squeal, already texting your sales associate to go ahead and book you in. 

“–only if England win it” The typing stops and your heart drops. Your celebration cut short. 

“w-what…b-but, love…” You look up at her to see if she was serious, and to your dismay there's not a hint of playfulness in her gaze. She's serious. Glancing back at the screen, you see England have only 5 minutes left to equalise if they want to play for additional time, but the seconds are ticking by quickly. 

Scrambling off your girlfriend’s lap, you take your place beside her on the sofa instead. You have never been more motivated to cheer for a team your girlfriend was not playing for. Mustering all the manifestation in the universe, and your desperate need for that Chanel medium 25cm double flap shoulder bag in pink quilted lambskin leather with silver metal trim, you shout from the top of your voice “C’mon, England!!”

Leah just laughs loudly beside you, yelling and whooping too. 

However, sports can be a cruel thing sometimes.

England did not end up winning the Euros, much to the dismay of your girlfriend— and probably an entire nation. However, you got your bag anyway. Leah could never say no to you. She would give you the entire world if you asked for it, but luckily all you wanted is a pink Chanel bag– for now. 

More spoilt!reader x Leah because you all seem to enjoy her.

I wrote this the day after the Euros and then abandoned it because I got stuck and experience a writer's block halfway lol. Hope it still delivered.

-- kisses, butter.

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LOVER BOY ꪆৎ MV1

He grunts pushing open the door to the holiday home he’s rented for both of you, arms laden with heavy bags from his shopping spree for you.

Hermès, Cartier, Chanel, Van Cleef, APM Monaco, you name it he’s got it.

He drops the purchases on the couch and sighs, fuck he’s definitely going to have to make another trip down for the rest of the bags.

Many wouldn’t think of him to be the type to spoil his girlfriend, and while he takes great offence to that statement he somewhat understands where they come from.

He hasn’t quite had long or serious enough relationships for him to grow attached to and dote on his girl, but it’s very different with you.

He’s the first guy you’ve ever been with, at ripe age of twenty-two now and having only dated him for a year, he thinks it incredibly important to spoil you.

You’re everything to him, and he wants you to know exactly how a beautiful, kind and loving woman like you should be treated.

Because god forbid anything ever happen to peel you away from him, he wants you to know that you deserve only the best, because you are the best there is.

And it’s not only materialistic spoiling, oh no no no, you have to be treated well from absolutely all angles.

Including very bare minimum actions that make you feel special, holding the door open for you, never letting you walk on the dangerous side of the road, getting you flowers every week, always listening and giving you his full attention and input during conversations, etc etc.

He doesn’t get to do this nearly as often with both of you living in different countries and having extremely busy work schedules.

So the chances that he does get to spoil you with all he has, he snatches the opportunity greedily like a toddler with candy.

Today was supposed very normal day of vacation, the first week of summer break that you and Max were very lucky to spend together in St Tropez.

Waking up in the morning however and kissing your face silly, he deemed you too beautiful to not have a day for yourself, a very general excuse to simply spoil you and make you happy.

So with a few texts here and there, he dropped you off at the spa to rejuvenate, relax and pamper up for a cute little date night.

Without letting it drop that he was going to buy you a gift, or a hundred.

Bringing him to where he is now.

He arranges the bags neatly in the living room, running back to the driveway and pulling out the final gifts, a stunning Versace gown and your favourite Manolo Blahnik heels for the dinner he has planned.

He runs back in just in time for your cab to roll through, as you smile and wave to the driver.

He struggles for a moment, wondering how to position himself casually, should he lie down? No that’s weird.

Lean on the door? Far too Troy Bolton for him.

Position himself sexily on the presents? Absolutely not you’d laugh too hard and never let him live it down.

“Maaaaax! I’m hoome!” Your greeting has him smiling and he finds himself making long strides to pull you into his arms.

“Hello my love.” He breathes in the flowery scent of your perfume and the softness of your skin. “You look stunning, how do you feel?”

He finds himself momentarily in awe of your smile and nods, impressed when you shove your hands in front of his face showing him the nails you’d decided upon.

“They’re very pretty baby, I really like the blue flowers on them!” He winks at you, pulling your nails closer to his face.

“Really? I’m so glad! The lady over there kept telling me that I should do ombré, and I didn’t know how to tell her that I really hated designs like that, so we finally agreed on— Max!” You gasp, stopping in between your story telling.

“What?” He shrugs innocently.

You gape at the living room filled with shopping bags of varying sizes and colours, shock marring your face. “Oh Max, again?”

His brows furrow. “What do you mean again?”

“I mean, you practically bought me the entirety of Hermès a few months ago? Why on earth would you spend so much money on me again?”

“Five months ago darling!” He leads you to the sofa, kissing your knuckles, and handing you a tiffany blue box.

“I’ve been slacking! And what do you mean on you? What else would I ever spend my money on? it’s yours anyways, everything of mine is yours, especially me.” He settles down cross legged by your feet and keeps pulling boxes and bags towards you.

Placing a hand on his cheek you smile “You really don’t have to do this, I’ve told you so many times I just want you.”

“I know I don’t have to, but I want too.” He grips your hand on his cheek and kisses your fingertips.

“I love you.”

“I know, I love you more.” He smiles, squeezing your knee and nodding at you to open your presents.

“Now come on! Gimme a fashion show, I planned this with just enough time before our dinner. I got you these new shoes, oh! And a dress for tonight, but you’re gonna have to choose between this tennis necklace or this Juste un Clou necklace, I liked both so I got you both.”

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love note , ugh this made me feel very single and think of very unreal expectations from men!! thank you for requesting and i hope you liked this <3

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Hiiiii mamacita!! Totally love your writing! Wondering if you’ve seen the trend of girls pranking their bfs by telling them they got waxed by a guy? I’ve already seen loads of fics about it so I was thinking maybe you could do a Rafe one but instead of the wax maybe she could say she got a massage from a dude? And like not even a prank but she went to the spa and actually got massaged by a guy but she thought it was totally innocent so she casually tells Rafe LOL he’d go ballistic

hi baby! omg this is actually so funny

rafe was completely aware about how serious you were about self-care - you loved being pampered and that was partly thanks to the lavish lifestyle that rafe had introduced to you. you got regular blowouts, fresh sets of cutesy acrylic nails, monthly facials, weekly shopping trips on the mainland - you were a spoiled princess through and through. rafe didn’t mind it though, you worked hard in school and never failed to be the devoted trophy girlfriend that he proudly sauntered around the island. so, when you told rafe that you’d be treating yourself and sarah to a spa day, he didn’t even bat an eyelash, only pressing his lips to yours as he slid his debit card into your purse and slapped your ass as you walked out of the front door.

it was a typical spa day for you, you’d bashfully talk about your days with rafe to your nail lady, while she engrossed you with details about her barging clients. the two of you exchanged bubbly laughs as you sipped on your mocktail, wearing nothing but the fluffy white robe that came complimentary with your spa visit. you were so involved with the relaxing environment that came with getting waited on hand and foot, that you didn’t even realize that your regular masseuse had been swapped out for a middle-aged man who had taken over her position.

now dressed in your figure-hugging, white lace-trimmed romper that rode up the plush curve of your ass, you strutted through the front door of tannyhill, chanel bag in-tow as you relished in your fluid and relaxed state. the exposed skin of your legs, thighs, arms, and chest glowed from the luxuriously creamy oils and lotions used on your skin, your face radiant from your facial as you raised your dior sunglasses to sit on top of your hair. “papi, i’m home,” you sang, placing your purse onto the couch, a low sigh leaving your lips as you reached to grab a glass from the top cabinet.

the thin fabric of your romper became wedged between your taut asscheeks as you stood on the tips of your freshly pedicured toes, a shriek coming from your lips as a harsh smack came down on your ass, “coño, raaafe,” you whined, your pained pout quickly subsiding into a smile as your boyfriend chuckles lightly, pushing his hand down against your spine, bending you over the counter.

rafe was shirtless, wearing nothing but his belted slacks and socks as he feigned a few thrusts into your clothed bottom, before leaning over to kiss the back of your head, “how was the spa, mama, y’got everything done?” he questioned, reaching over you to grab your glass, bringing it to the fridge to fill up with water.

with a smile, you nodded as you approached rafe, sliding your arms around his naked waist with a dreamy sigh, “yeah, i got my nails done, we went for a french manicure and pedicure,” you raised one of your hands to rafe’s eyesight, your eyes brightening with excitement as he kissed your knuckles in approval, “i got a facial, my eyebrows and lashes done, i got waxed,” you sang, earning an enticed hum from rafe as his eyebrows raised with peaked interest.

a giggle escaped your puffed lips as rafe’s hand slid down your back, before he gripped your plush ass, jiggling it a bit as he curved his finger into your wet taint, causing you to throw your head back with a dopey smile, “rafe, listen to me,” you whined playfully.

with a nod, your boyfriend motioned for you to continue as he brought the glass of water to his pink lips, “and i got a full body massage, they used this warm oil - ugh, it was amazing,” you mewled, dramatically leaning your forehead against rafe’s bare chest, “the masseuse was really good, i think he was new-” you continued, bringing your swollen lips together as rafe cocked his head to the side, completely unamused by your revelation.

“he? didn’t y’tell me that it was a girl who does your massages?” rafe quizzed, setting his glass in the sink as he pulled away from you, adjusting his signet ring to sit further on his finger, his jaw strained.

internally you slapped yourself - sure, you knew that the masseuse was only there to do his job, but rafe had made it a point that you were to only have a female masseuse, he wasn’t too keen on having some guy running his hands down your oiled body. now nervously toying with the laced hem of your romper, you bit down into your bottom lip.

“yeah, but she’s on leave sooo,” you stepped closer to rafe, batting your wispy lashes up at his cold eyes, sighing in defeat as he remained stoic, “look, i didn’t even know that they hired someone new, papi,” you squeaked, bringing one of your legs to snake around rafe’s waist as you pushed yourself one, wrapping your other leg around him as his hand instinctively held you up by your ass.

rafe rolled his eyes, unimpressed as he carried you, “y’not going there anymore, princess,” he decided, pecking a short kiss to your lips as you opened your mouth to speak, “m’serious, y’know how i feel about it so don’t fuckin’ ask me,” he confirmed, patting your ass as you let out an exaggerated whine against the skin of his neck.

“you’re so strict,” you spoke, your voice muffled and strained as rafe nodded, refusing to fall into your complaints while he craned his neck back, forcing your eyes to meet, “wait- what if i just let you do my massages, but i can keep going to the spa?” you beamed.

searching your eyes for any hidden intentions, rafe shrugged, “i will fuck you up if you get another massage from him, y’understand?” he warned, completely entranced by your doe eyes and plump lips, not missing the way your warm pussy strained against the fabric of your romper.

smacking a noisy and wet kiss to rafe’s lips, you nodded furiously, “i understand,” you hummed sweetly, letting out a soft moan as rafe suddenly let you drop a few inches, before catching your thighs with his large hand, causing your aching pussy to taste the perfect amount of friction against the crotch of your romper.

with lowly hung eyes, rafe swiftly placed you on top of the kitchen counter forcefully spreading your legs to reveal the sticky wet patch that sat right on your pussy. crouching to reach eye level with your wetness, rafe wordlessly pressed his tongue against the damp spot, allowing his spit to dampen the sweetly-tinged fabric of your romper before enclosing his warm mouth around your clothed-pussy in a sloppy kiss. overly sensitive from the brazilian wax, you sucked in a breath as you tried to close your legs around rafe’s face.

“don’t fuckin’ touch me,” he hummed, licking another long and slippery stripe up your covered pussy, sucking on the wet spot as he held your legs spread with a tight grip on both of your knees, “y’so fuckin’ wet, mama - fuck,” he moaned needily, leaning his face in closer to your pussy as you blissfully throw your head back with parted lips.

“fuck, papi, s’so sensitive,” you moaned, exhaling an uneven shudder of a breath as rafe pressed his tongue into your fabric covered hole, maintaining his strict grip on your wobbly knees as he swallowed your pussy in an open mouthed kiss. your eyes rolled back as your lashes fluttered closed, your tummy tightening with each drooling lick the rafe pressed to you, your freshly painted nails scratching against the smooth countertop, eager for any kind of sensation to ease the race of your incoming orgasm.

rafe's piercing eyes closed with bliss as he pulled your knees to rest over his shoulders, carefully carrying you to lay on the floor, his slick and hot tongue continuing to lap at you, a short laugh vibrating against your clothed clit at the sound of you yelping as your back hit the polished hardwood floor. with your legs now thrown over his broad shoulders, it was easy for rafe to dig his face deeper into you. softly sucking on your clit through the fabric of your glove-like romper, rafe opened his eyes, the sight of your perked nipples straining against the flimsy clothing egging him on just right.

"y'gonna cum all over yourself, mama?" he mocked, hastily spitting on your the area right above your throbbing clit, greedily watching as his spit dripped down between your puffy pussy, "shit," he groaned, returning his head between your legs as you let out a hoarse cry.

with a few more generous licks, your warm cum creamed through the fabric that clung to your pussy, leaving rafe in a cum drunk state as he sucked every drop possible, through your clothing. your eyes slowly opened, your pupils blown as your gaze met rafe's as he licked you selfishly, eager to drink you whole. your chest huffed in and out, your vision grainy as rafe finally pulled his handsome face from between your legs, his nose, lips, and chin shining from your cum and his spit. your plump lips parted as you took in rafe's messy state, before they expanded into a dazed smile.

grabbing rafe's face, you pulled him into a searing kiss, shamelessly sucking on his tongue, eager to taste yourself before pulling away with a 'pop'. the two of you lazily smiled at each other, both too fucked out without actually fucking to speak.

[coqxettee]

Coquette Winter Gift Guide:

🎀 Gift ideas for yourself or your friends who love the Coquette aesthetic:

Clothes/Fashion:

1. Anything from Brandy Melville (Amara heart lace pyjamas)

2. Bailey bow uggs or normal uggs

3. Ralph Lauren sweaters

4. A ballet wrap

5. Floral pyjama sets, Cami’s & Long sleeve shirts

6. Grandma cardigans

7. A cable knit sweater

8. Legwarmers/pretty tights

9. A pair of cute gloves

10. ANY clothing from “Mymummadeit”

11. ANY clothing from “Favourite child collective”

12. Any clothing from the “Cutey” section on Romwe

13. A dress/anything from “Selkie”

14. Any slogan tee’s / baby tee’s from small businesses and independent brands

15. Victoria secret Pyjamas/Robe

16. Pink puffa coat

17. Tiffany & co earrings or necklace

18. The “Mymummadeit” puffa bag

19. Kate spade heart bag/Vivienne Westwood one or just a heart purse

20. A printed tote bag

21. Ted baker bags/cosmetic bags

22. Any dresses from - Cider, Motel rocks, Pretty little thing, Oh polly

23. A ballet skirt

24. ECOSUSI summer garden romance bags

25. A cape/fur shaul//A glam doll coat

26. Vintage nightgowns/nightwear

27. Cute earmuffs & things to decorate them with

28. Mary Janes & frilly ankle socks

Beauty:

29. Any products from “Glossier”

30. Dior (addict) makeup products (Lip oil’s, Blush, lip balm,

31. Anything from “Flowerknows” “Etude house” “Too faced” or “Charlotte Tilbury” “C beauty mall products”

32. Chanel lipstick

33. A quilted floral coquette makeup bag

34. W7 Tinted kiss lip oil

35. Miss Dior perfume

36. Chanel mamoiselle perfume

37. Any of the Ariana Grande perfumes/body sprays

38. Penhaligons “The favourite”

39. Oriana “Parfums de Marly”

40. Victoria secret body sprays

41. Paul & Joe Cinamoroll collection

Homeware:

42. The Amazon floral bedsheets

43. A heart mirror

44. Love shack fancy homeware items

45. Anything from Paris Hilton’s new cookery line

46. A ballerina/music box jewellery box

47. Pink/Vanilla Yankee candles

48. FreePrints photos to make a wall collage

49. Roccoco style picture frames

50. An angel tray dish

51. Fake flowers

52. Pretty Cushions / A large throw fluffy blanket,

53. Caroline medium jewellery case

54. Fake cake jewellery boxes

55. Tall candles and a candle holder

56. Posters of celebrity’s/artists etc

57. Any pretty art that can be displayed/put into frames

Self care:

58. Spa headbands, and wrist bands (Kylie skin headband)

59. Inn is free skincare products

60. Philosophy shower and skin products

61. Chanel eye patches

62. Mulberry silk eye mask (pink)

63. Look fantastic heartless hair curlers

64. Dior prestige skin products and body lotions

65. Baylis & Harding products

66. Angel tangle brush

67. Charlotte Tilbury skincare gift sets

68. Elasti - cream

69. Embellished claw clips

70. Sol de Janerio body cream

71. Mugs, hand warmers, face masks, lip scrubs

Miscellaneous: ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚

72. AirPod max

73. Wildflower phone cases & airpod cases

74. A pink waterbottle (Stanley or Lululemon)

75. Lana del rey vinyls

76. Coquette notebooks

77. Dior & Chanel fashion books

78. My year of rest and relaxation

79. The seven husbands of Evelyn Hugo

80. Jellycats

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I hope this helped you think of some ideas of things you want to ask or get someone for Christmas 🎀✨🎄

Merry Pinkmas coquette doves

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[xanaxspritz]

✨my headcanons of how each jjk sugar daddy would take care of you ✨

𝑔𝑜𝒿𝑜

likes to show off not only his expensive cars but his beautiful lady as well. babes you are PAMPERED with spa days, vacations, and private shopping at Dior and Hermès. most of the time he's not even looking a price tags.

not only is he independently wealthy, but he's got that gojo clan money 💴💴💴🤑 so of course you get dibs on the expensive family heirlooms. you spend most of your time in his Tokyo high-rise penthouse pursuing your creative hobbies while gojo is out being the strongest sorcerer in the world.

𝓃𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓂𝒾

not as flashy but he's makes sure you're taken care of first. he pays all your bills: rent, utilities, car, and hair and nails. he loves seeing you in lingerie so he's constantly gifting you the cutest La Perla and Agent Provacteur. when he has a good amount of down time between meetings, he loves a nasty quicky in his car behind his work building.

you never carry a wallet with him, minus having your ID on you. living together, don't mind doing the cooking and cleaning in his luxury apartment, as long you two still get to take your bi-annual all expenses paid vacation to the 4 Seasons in Bora Bora. 🏝️

𝑔𝑒𝓉𝑜

even though he's runs a cult, not many people know how exactly loaded he is. a few weeks after dating you find a large black box inside your studio apartment along with a bouquet of flowers. to your immense shock, the man literally gifted you a classic Chanel flap bag. he's quick to snatch away the bill from you when you two go out to eat.

geto is possessive, he insists on hiring a private driver for you to come from your apartment to the temple, as well as a private security detail. "to keep you safe from those monkeys" he says. you eventually move into the temple with him though. to make sure everyone knows that you're his, he gifts you a custom Tiffany necklace, adorned in yellow diamonds that spell out suguru. 💎

[manjisdollkiko]

𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳… DABI X READER

ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ¹

in the night when she comes crawling...

character: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Reader, Keigo Takami/Hawks X Reader, Tamaki Amajiki X Reader

notes: okay at LAST! in this fic it will be heavily inspired by HBO Idol and Y/N will be heavily based off my favourite character Jocelyn played by my fave person Lily Rose Depp if you actually like Dabi please dont read this fic, hes literally so horrible in this fic. Todomomo my favourite ship in MHA will be a thing in this so if you dont like Shoto and Momo being together please dont read anyways hope you enjoy <33

series summary: Y/N Y/L/N a struggling pop star is trying to pursue her music career, trying to cope with the death of father who played a huge role in her music career. What happens when she encounters Dabi who saves her from the void of being lost and helps her pursue her career in a way that is not expected.

chapter warning: dark content, 18+, smut, child abuse, Y/Ns dad was very abusive, major character death, Y/N has major daddy issues, toxic music industry, manipulation, slut shaming, reader does weed , mentions of sex addicts, mentions of suicide, Dabi is really toxic, Y/N is high key traumatised.

wordcount: 7k+

in the night by The Weekend

From the moment Y/N was born, she was destined to be, a singer.

To sing about her passion for buying stuff she felt comfortable yet stylish in. Things she could brag about having. Cocoa scented lotion, her long baths with her favourite music playing in the background, singing her lungs out. COCO Chanel perfumes, Gucci bags. Her favourite makeup products, skincare products. Specifically the Fenty Beauty Choclit Lipgloss a lipgloss created by a massive pop artist Rihanna, yet another reason why she wanted to be a successful singer. To sell out.

Considering her dad the head CEO of L/N Theatre Production. She had the freedom to produce songs about herself. To write songs about her deep obsession with creme filled doughnuts, how she always used to buy them after her private school sessions at home with her best friend Momo Yaoyorozu.

Momo Yaoyurozu, an uprising model

Momo and Y/N grew up together like two peas in a pod, their fathers were the best of friends. They would paint their nails together, have their own spa days and watch their favourite "mean girls" and ''white chicks'' eating sneak snacks whilst watching on Momo`s silver Macbook Air.

They would often go to Karaoke singing at the top of their lungs to their favourite artists, The Weekend, Ariana grande, and Y/Ns personal favourite Rihanna.

Momo was a pretty satisfied girl she grew up loved by her mother and her step father, a successful club owner. Momo was a gorgeous girl, from her bright smile to her twinkling eyes, It was a no-brainer guys would move to Momo, wanting to date her. She was also an only child, but considering she had Y/N right next door to her, they grew up super close.

People often viewed them as clueless bimbos, who were to stuck upon themselves to consider anyone else's feelings, that their lives were perfect, rich daddies, spoiled to the core, new boyfriend every week and their only worries in life was what colour they should get their acrylics next.

but that was complete and utter bullshit. They don't know about all the times Y/N would call her bawling her eyes out because of her fathers harsh punishments, they don`t know about how many times Momo would cry on Y/Ns lap about stupid boys, taking advantage of her heart.

They don't know about the deep dark secrets the duo trust each other with.

"he`s been starin` at us all night, ya know."

Momo sits next to Y/N on the leather couch at the the back of the club, the air was hazy with thick smoke, heavy enough to dilute the already dim purple-red lights, weed and sweat stings their noses. They have been there for over an hour, feeling drunk and and tired after they both let loose all night at Momos dads club. Y/N made sure to look hotter than hot tonight, enough to make a man nut in his pants. She had teared down her closet and pulled a short, backless mini red dress, it made her look taller and showed off the curve of her spine towards her ass.

She loved this dress.

how the elegant red fabric looked against her skin, not to mention the hem of the dress barely covering her ass. If she was to bend over right now everyone would get a good view of her ass. This dress made the men she hooked up with go crazy, they have torn it off many times combined with her high heels and fresh mani and pedi. the perfume smell of Vivienne Westwood adorning the back of her wrists and back of her knees.

"Sorry girls" Kirishima another one of her friends spoke over the phone "We're gonna not gonna be a little late., rehearsals took forever now we're stuck in traffic." Momo sighed, And she could sense the frustrations behind the phone. "You could have left early?" The Y/H/C haired girl said.

"Don't worry though, mamas traffics speeding up a little." He reassures. and Y/N fixes her hair, before saying "Well, we saved seats and drinks for you guys."

"You better have!" Bakugo hollers in the background, Y/N and Momo exchanged looks before giggling to eachother at Bakugous aggressive demeanour,

"SERIOUSLY!" Bakugo yells again and Kirishima chuckles a 'see you later' before ending the call.

Y/N giggles again before her glide up and down Momos form in her clothes "You look so cute tonight, I'm surprised no one has even taken you home yet" Momo giggles before taking her hand "Y`know I think that guy would say the same thing," at the corner of her eyes she could spot a bi colour haired man with a red scar across his eye where the red part of his hair was, sipping his cocktail sat on the bar counter as his stare lingers on the two girls.

"Lets say hi," she purrs and Momo giggles excitedly, his stare gets even more intense and lustful as the aspiring singer and uprising model make their way to him. They stop infront of them before Y/N seductively asks "Is this seat taken?' you ask breathlessly, sexy tone. "Not at all, been waiting` all night". the bi coloured haired man says his voice raspy as he stares at Y/N, "I mean you've been goggling at us all night." she laughs taking a seat next to him and Momo sits on the other side.

He laughs flashing his pearly whites "Well it's not every day you see a singer and a model together." the duo laughs as he thrusts his hand to them "I'm Shoto." he says in a deep raspy voice that could make any womens panty drop. "I just got done practicing basketball."

"You play?" Momo asks and Shoto smiles at her "I play as a hobby sometimes." Momo blushes before biting her lip and Y/N mentally rolled her eyes as she knew her best friend always had a thing for basketball players.

Just then Shoto takes a hit off his blunt, he sees the Y/H/C haired girl watching him and his chocolate coloured eyes slowly turned to her, and his eyes lingered at her form, before looking up to her lustful eyes he says "you want a hit?" he asks.

"You smoke?" she sheepishly replies "For relaxation." Shoto passes her a blunt and she takes a small hit, she feels the effect already inflicting upon her body. He licked his lips as he watches her glossed lips part as the smoke comes out after exhaling the substance.

Y/N L/N huh? He heard a couple songs she produced, 'not bad' he thought, He just wondered why she was here? did she not have things to do after all she was a singer. Y/N felt his eyes on her, her lashes slowly fluttering as she felt the effect of the weed upon her body. Hey Y/E/C hughes turned to his glinting brown eyes that shone upon the red lights of the club. "what?" she asks looking up at him with doe eyes, she looked so innocent and pure by the way she had looked at him, he just smirked at her "nothin."

An hour later and she felt as light as a feather her and Momo joined Shoto on the dancefloor, everything feels fuzzy and the world was spinning everything feels beautiful and sexy especially as Y/N and Momo dance to 'Smart' by Le Sserafim.

She laughs when Shoto puts his arms up in the crowd of grinding bodies and gets behind Momo and her, and Momo giggles when Y/N grabs her waist. Their hips flushing against each other. Y/N fumbles to grab her phone out her Gucci purse and taps her code and going onto the camera app, she raises her phone "SMILE!' she exclaims and clicks the picture button as shoto grabs both their waists and Momo puts a 'peace' sign up.

Her phone suddenly vibrates "Hold up! I'm getting a call." she laughs "I'll be right back." she gave Shoto a wink to which he returns a smirk, she stumbles off the dance floor pulling her dress to cover her ass and she went to the nearest ladies room as she sees who it was.

'Melissa ` -her manager.

"Fuck," she muttered under her breath, this wasn't the right time to attend business.` she thought as she tapped the accept button "Hey! Melissa, what's up?" she asked politely forcing a smile as she spoke. That week Y/N had sent a song demo of her new song for her upcoming album.

"Hey so I heard the song..." her manager said trying to retreat the name of the song.

"What did you think of it!" Y/N interrupted enthusiastically as she was excited to hear the feedback her manager was going to give about her song coming up on her album after going on hiatus after a year. "Yeah... uhh I gave it a listen and Y/N, uhh I don't think this is gonna` be a good cut on the album."

Y/N`s smile instantly turned into a frown, the song meant a lot for her, it was inspired by what she went through.

"that's what artists do though, they write song about their past," she said trying to compromise with her manager, her eyebrows furrowing as she felt the bass of the music in the ladies bathroom. This was one of the things that she hated about the industry, they couldn`t care less about your emotions, you could be kill yourself and they would spit on her grave if it benefited them. 'They were fucking selfless'. she thought.

"Y/N, I just don't think that this is the best song for you to be coming out with at the moment I mean we get it, and I'm trying not to hold back but you went through some dark shit, but its just that you have written to many things about your heartbreaks. It seems like all your song are about heartbreak and trauma and we need something positive to come out something that's not gonna bore the fans." Y/N just stood there her glossy mouth agape, how could her team be so selfish. 'bore the fans?' They saw everything that went down over the past years. They knew her mental state was not in the best position right now after her dads death, the pressure of having to carry on was too much for her to carry her music career on with, she took a year break off hiatus but it seemed that it was not enough for her, not only that but the trauma of her father devious acts, was catching up to her now that he wasn`t alive.

"...oh" she responded, "um I don't know what to say, I mean I spent weeks writing that song to make sure it was perfect." she pursed her lips together. "We know that its hectic in your life right now, but you're gonna have to pull through and compromise. I mean you already went on hiatus for a year now, we can't let the fans down so can you just try your best to make good songs." She took a deep breath as she held back tears of humiliation. She knew the best thing to do was to stay quiet.

Y/N sighed in surrender and nodded to herself over the phone. ''okay, I'll pull through.'' she said and looked at her state in the mirror.

''I gonna pull through.''

'Mad Love' was a song inspired by her ex lover.

She still made songs about her ex boyfriend and her experiences with him, more specifically her childhood sweetheart Tamaki Amajiki. they were only 16 when they got together. He was the only man who could look right through her. They both found each other in the darkness of a void caused by their family. Tamaki was highly sensitive. He is prone to overthinking and analysing every possible outcome while Y/N, valued reliability and dependability with Tamaki and for him to provide a sense of stability and security she craved so deeply.

unfortunately for her the planet Venus was destroyed by someone of the name Y/D/N L/N.

They tried to keep their relationship a secret, she knew her dad would go nuts if he found out that she was sneaking kisses with one of his associates son.

"May i sit?"

That deep yet soft beautiful voice.

She thought, as 16 year old Y/N quickly shot up her head from the book she was reading to look at Tamaki standing gracefully in front of her, her heart raced at the blue hair coloured boy, The Amajiki family were staying at her house for a while now, her Father and his were associates, she nodded in approval. 'He was such a gentleman'

The two remained silent as they sat next to eachother, their feet were dipped in the pool while Tamaki stared at her with gentle eyes, Y/N snuck a few peaks, as her heart raced trying to keep up with her book but the fact that he was staring at her made it hard for to keep her squeal in. His eyes trailed to her lips then back to her innocent yet seductive eyes then back to her face. subtle touches on her waist, her arms. His handsome face staring at hers, as their family continued staying at their house.

"So, do you want to know what happens in the book?" Y/N looks at him trying to start conversation despite him quite literally staring at her soul, she didnt mind it though. She thought he was quite handsome. ''Sure!'' he spoke

She sighed dreamily, as she places the book face down at the side of the pool. "the main character has a background i can relate to." His brows furrowed, pondered on her words.

"Her name is Rebecca, she lives in a 5 story mansion, her mother died when she was an infant. She has a lot of feelings, she overthinks a lot, her dad inspires her to become a ballet dancer, im at the part where she realises her feeling to her childhood best friend, Felix." She stopped herself when they both look at each other.

his dark seductive eyes peering right through her soul, all she could hear was the faint breaths she took in as her blood rushed through her ears at how close he was to her, lips barely inches away from each others. Her breath hitched in her throat and he moved closer towards her, their lips pressed againt each other as they faintly kissed they both pulled away their heads still close to each others as she looked at his lips again before glancing up to his dark blue eyes.

"Hey! Tamaki, there you are." a sweet feminine voice called, they both quickly pulled away as you remise the voice being his mothers.

"Oh my, am i interupting something.'' she gasps once she realised the tension she broke. Tamaki now flushed red. ''No, mom she was just telling me about her book.''

''Whatever,'' She rolled his eyes at him ''Im sorry to ruin your little moment but Tamaki, your father needs you, ill give him back to ya' Y/N.''

With that Tamaki headed out, he stepped feet out of the pool before trailing after his mother. ''Hey, tell me about your book later, yeah?'' She smiled shyly before nodding.

Weeks went by as the Amajiki family stayed at the Y/L/N residence, the two had gotten closer, exchanging kisses secretly, Tamaki sneaking into her room just to cuddle her and feel her warm body close to him.

Of course Y/N had to tell her best friend Momo to which she just laughed and teased her about it. They often snuck out the house after 10 just to lay down against the grass and gaze at the stars whilst laughing about stupid child-ish stuff.

it was only one night that changed everything.

She could barely sleep that night

the mattress was soft, the pillows were even softer easing her neck into a blissfull sleep, she could not get Tamaki out of her mind, every time she closed her eyes she could picture his bright smile and his dark blue eyes peircing at hers

Was this how love sickness felt, the heavy burden on her heart corrupting her mind.

Slipping her feet out of the bed padding down the hallways gently, she, deciding she would just get herself a glass of water. She thought about what it would be like if her and Amajiki had gotten together, for real. instead of having to hide their relationship, if her father would just approve of him and her, but she knew he wouldn`t she had to keep herself pure before her husband. How he would grab her by the waist pull her close, and kiss her gently on the lips, she was madly in love with him and she wanted nothing but to just be in his room, in his strong arms. But she knew he would be dosed off by now and he would be too tired to cuddle her.

Once she finished drinking her glass of water she put her glass in the white tile sink and made her way back upstairs.

''Please! Please! Please dont hurt us."

Her ears pricked at the voice, The house maid, Rose always made sure to turn off the TV after everyone left to go to bed. Or maybe it was her sketchy neighbours, they always have a tendency of being nonchalant and cold. After they only gave a blank expression and not even saying thank you after she cooked a special made pot pie to welcome them, moving into the neighbourhood. Mostly full of judgy old rich people.

They`re probably involved in some sort of cult or something, her gut on the other hand was telling her to turn back. Sketchy motherfuckers. As she went to turn her heel upstairs she heard it again.

"Please! *choke* Have mercy!''

She sighed and went outside to the gardens where the poolside area was. Her mind went white when she saw the scene unfolding infront of her, her father standing. Along with his right hand man Mr Aizawa who had bloody knuckles Mr and Mrs Amajiki clapsed in front of the floor by her dads foot. And there she saw Tamaki tied up seperatly from his parents on the wooden chair. Her breath hitched when she saw him.

His face was all bloody, his right eye was purple, and his eyebrows furrowed revealing lines on his forehead as a sign of distress and discomfort. his hand and legs were tied up to the wooden kitchen chair as his shirt was covered in blood and sweat as it was slightly ripped revealing his bloodied abdomen, it made her feel queasy and sick to the core.

She should go and help, she should protect him. But her feet stayed glued onto the floor as she watched the scene unfold before her eyes. ''Stand back, Shota." Y/D/N commands, as he makes his way to bloodied Tamaki ''Look at me.'' He commanded again and Tamaki slightly squinted his eyes at him.

She watched in horror. ''P-please! i didnt mean to mess with your daughter. I`ll do better i p-promise!'' She watched in horror as her father pulled out a gun from his waistband and pointed the barrel at his head.

Her breathing got frantic, Why cant i move? Why cant i help him?!

Tamaki began begging even more frantically as Y/D/N wrapped his finger around the trigger before pulling it back

BANG

The bullet went though his head almost killing him immediantly, his body dropping almost instantly.

she let out a sudden whimper as Shota was the first one to look at her, eyes wide frantic breathing and her body shaking. followed by Mr and Mrs Amajiki frantic screaming through their gagged mouthes.

It was as if her terrified look snapped Mr Y/L/N out of his murderous gaze, he began slowly turning to his daughter making him push the gun toward Shota muttering curses under his breath "Y/N-''

''D-Dad, What did you do???'' she said in a raspy whisper as it seemed like she couldnt speak properly after watching what happened. Dad wouldnt kill me, would he?

She didnt realise her body trembling as he walked closer to her or how heavy her breaths were.

''I-Im sorry, i was with Tamaki, i-its all my fault. i- im so sorry-'' tears fell out of her eyes as he walked closer to her ''i don`t want to die, ill keep it a secret.'' He stood before her blocking the gorey view, as his large hands cradled her wet face, fingers wiping away the tears. As he pulled her to his chest. Enveloping her into a tight hug while she broke down into her fathers arms, sobs shaking her entire body. Her body raked with sobs as he she held onto him, tears wetting his shirt.

Each cry from Y/N was like a stab to his chest twisting the blade into his chest as the only thing he could do was hold his daughter in his arms after she watched him to the unthinkable to her lover. He had to. She knew she couldnt do this, she had to understand the consequences.

Eventually her sobs turned into quiet whimpers. Y/D/N didnt stop cradling her, rocking her back and forth until she stopped crying, only sniffing back tears and snot. He pulled out tissues from his pockets and started wiping the tears and snot from her face. His heart shattering at how traumatised she looked all the light from her eyes had dissapeared leaving her with gaping abyss.

He carefully picked her up into bridal style and carries her up to her room and placed her into bed covering her with the blanket, to which she instantly fell into a deep slumber after witnessing all that. He kissed her forehead before heading out the room and he turned his head to give her one last glance before exiting the room.

Y/N was an only child, her mother passed away after giving birth to her. Living with her billionaire father, in some peoples eyes would have been a blessing, but to her it was a living hell.

Ever since her father died, her confusion of whether she should be happy that he could no longer hurt her, hit her with his belt, no more skin ripping because of the harshness of his belt on her back, her thighs. No more bruises on her stomach or her waist, no more swelling on her chest. the torturous acts her father conflicted upon her stopped when he died. Or whether she should be upset, he was the same man who made her a star she is today, the motivation he gave her whenever she did something she and would recieve a bitter punishment, maybe it was worth it? How else would she have made it to the top.

However the memories of him. She was constantly beaten by her Dad ,she remembers him typically using his belt, but he would have used his bare hands anything to get her hurt, anything to make her learn. the look in his eye whenever she did something he didn't like, whenever she got her line wrong, a dance move wrong, if she ate snacks, if she didn't take her vitamins, if she was caught flirting with a boy he didn't approve of.

if she was caught smiling to herself.

She would constantly have the same dream, she would have woken up and went to the bathroom brush her teeth and got dressed In white corset croptop that had laces on the side with a denim short skirt, minimal makeup on and spritzing her favourite COCO Chanel perfume, then she would have greeted her mother by kissing her cheeks, by the dining table, even if her mother wasn't alive she still dreamt of her being alive in her dreams.

She would strut outside of her house to see her best friend Momo Yaoyurozu then she could see her dad reach for her. Her dad reaching his hand out for her by the door, Momo`s mouth agape and eyebrows furrowed with concern from the distance, and she watches her best friend slowly reaching her hand to her culprit. Momo`s hand out to attempt to grab her by the hand and pull her away, despite being a distance away, It's almost like a siren call, him holding his hand out for her despite someone screaming for her to stop and reject him.

That's when she's on the kitchen floor as she screams in agony by her fathers belt penetrating her fragile Y/S/C skin as she kicks and claws at him to stop.

until she wakes up screaming, sweat soaked all over her pink silk sheets, she would have the same dream of being violently beaten by her father.

The next few hours were equally horrible, she quietly sobbed into her pillows praying to her mother for why she had left him in the same world as that monster, why she couldn't have stayed with her, maybe things would have been different if her mother was alive. No mater how many times she prayed, she could never escape him in this world, he had corrupted every dream she had and turned them into nightmares.

Y/N blinked back the tears of the memories, now here she was a year later, after escaping the grasps of her fathers possesion. Her memory of him still lived even a year later, a tear fell from her Y/E/C eyes as she wipes it away quickly, ''shit'' she mutters once she realised that she ruined her concealer and mascara underneath her eyes.

She rummages through her Gucci purse grabbing her two faced pressed powder that had pink with sequences on the side powder puff as she begins to press the powder puff against the pressed powder and gently pushing the powder against underneath her eyes as the makeup that had been ruined due to her smudging it away with her wrist trying to remove her tears.

With a deep sigh she put the product away as she looked at her teary state in the mirror before smiling to herself and fixing her hair, as a way of reassurance, and a way to somewhat comfort herself.

She then turns her heel, pushing the door of the ladies bathroom and her YSL high heels making faint taps against the hard floor of the club, she then sees Momo still dancing with Shoto. her manicured nails around his broad shoulder as they both slow danced as she sees the atmosphere of the dance floor, going from hectic and people dancing like they were in heat, to them now dancing like it was a high school prom or some shit, thats when the DJ began to speak in the mic.

''How ya`ll doing tonight!" He spoke, Y/N just stood slowly moving her hips to the beat of the slow yet sensual music, surrounded by people holding onto each other slow dancing, she took a slight glance at her best friend to which the raven haired girl shot her a glance before mouthing 'he`s so hot' to which she just laughed. She had noticed Momo had taken a liking to this man.

''Ya`ll ready to fall in loove?'' The DJ exclaimed,

''this is a place where all your shitty problems in your life, fly out that window'' to which he then pointed to a small square shaped window countered at the top of the building where the ceiling was.

''Yall ready to FUCK?''

He yelled into the mic as everyone cheered as Y/N just giggled at as she looked at the DJ taking in his appearance. He looked like he was in his mid 20s, average height, he had long blonde hair that swooped backwards along with a pair of golden brown eyes that resembled that of a bird, along with some stubble underneath his chin.

''Fuck all that! this is a place where you fellas can grab ya' ladies and just dance, ay you know what!'' He shouts. ''Everyone shots on me!'' to which then the crowd went crazy, as they cheered him on.

Keigos eyes squinted before him, he instantly noticed those dashing Y/E/C eyes, that seductive, feminine energy she carried, those hips of hers whenever she danced, the way her ass looked in that tight red mini dress, the way she danced especially when she performed on stage, those high notes she could hit whenever she sang, he wondered what else that throat could do.

Suddenly his sharp golden sunset coloured eyes moved straight to hers, and then he squinted. "Yo, is that- no way! is that THE Y/N L/N at this club right now?" he spoke into the mic as her cheeks flushed red and she looked at the ground as the crowd starting cheering, as she grabbed at Momo cheeks flushed with embrassment, she just grabbed her arms laughing along with her as Y/N laughed as she looked up at him and he smiled at her amused.

''i have to say, you look so beautifull and absolutley stunning i gotta ask for a dance''.

''Your such an icon so i- i gotta have a dance.''

Y/N just giggled at his charming antics, he made her feel flattered and already cheered her up, as he was literally flirting with her through a mic at a club.

''Yo! bring that back, bring the music back up.'' He says as he makes his leave and starts making his way to her as Y/N just giggled and turned to Momo and Shoto.

''No way he is actually coming over here right?''

''I`on know pretty girl, looks like he`s taken a liking to you." Shoto remarks, his hands still on Momos waist as his chin places over his shoulder. ''Yeah he seems into you.'' Momo says, before she could say anything else, she felt the presence of someone behind her, she slowly looked over her shoulder as she saw the DJ who flirted with her, up close.

Damn he looks so handsome

He had feather ash blond hair that was swept messily backwards, his eyebrows are notably thick having a similar texture to his hair, he had faint stubble on his chin, he was wearing a plain black t-shirt paired with a denim blue jacked and matching denim blue jeans, He smells like mints and aftershave. Her thighs instantly clenched when she took in the sight of him.

''Hi,'' she giggled under her breath, she had never had met someone as much confident as him, her encounter with him made her feel a sense with unfamiliarity but in a good way, she made eye contact with him, his golden eyes glistened, as the red lights around the nightclub. His eyes took over her form, his eyes lingering at her cleavage, his eyes remained upon her thighs, before making contact with the bit off her chest showing. Then his gaze finally made contact with her eyes. He smirked. ''Hey''

Keigo put his arms around her waist, as they swayed to the beat of the song ''Back For More'' by TXT featuring Anitta.

Feeling him up on her made her feel queasy and wanted more, he then spinned her over making her back press against his clothed groin. and his big hands grasped over her hip. Y/N gasped at the feeling as she subtly asked. ''Man can you dance'' she giggled as they both moved to the beat, her ass grinding against his groin as the both danced with each other. his arms raising as the song continued, as she continued to dance with him. Tensions filled the air as they made eye contact with each other.

"Whats your name?''

He smirked ''Keigo, my friends call me Hawks though." he replied. Keigo loved the feeling of her soft Y/S/C coloured skin making contact with his large scruffy hand. ''Ohh, pretty name.'' she giggles as she looked behind her shoulder smiling, to see Keigo still smirking at her. ''Why Hawks though?'' she laughed as the thought of anyone calling him Hawks pondered her thoughts.

"Pfft, i dont even know just a stupid nickname my friends call me.'' She continued moving her hips to the beat of the song, she suddenly then turned to him, her doe Y/E/C eyes made eye contact with Keigos hard, sharp golden eyes. ''Am i your friend, Keigo?'' she coos at him innocently. She wanted him, real bad. she wanted him to look at her with those deep golden sharp eyes as he fucks her into oblivion.

One thing about Y/N is that she was a sex addict. Whilst many had drugs, alcohol, ciggaretes One thing she could get from any man was dick.

She wanted those rough scruffy hand to wrap around her throat as his hips buck against her cervix as he fucks her rough yet sensually. it was almost like he could see right through those pleading bedroom eyes that any man could have mistaken for a simple innocent question.

His lips then curl into a lustfull smile ''Oh we`re gonna be more than just friends.''

And thats all it took for Keigo and Y/N to exit the club and catch an uber to get to Keigo`s penthouse, heavy pants, clothes off, entangled within each others bodies.

''Harder!'' she urged. ''Har- OH'' her cunt spasmed around Keigos dick, as he fucked into her.

Keigo held her legs, having them wrapped around him as he fucked into her. He let out a grunt as his hips slapped against her, as he fucked her. He moved his hand on either side of the matress, and angled his hips up and down slamming against her. A squeal came out of her mouth at the pleasurable feeling. The golden brown eyed man let out a breath but a soft laugh himself as he moved to put his forehead against hers. She stared up at him moving her hips to take him and match his sensual thrusts, Y/N let out a whine as she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders

''Fuck, you feel so good.'' He groaned against her lips. She giggled as she stared up at him ''Its cause your fucking me so good Hawks'' He groaned at that name, as she felt one of his large hands move down to the side of her body before gripping her ass tightly. She felt a slap to her ass before gasping and meeting him back up for a kiss.

"Yo! Hawks where, d`ya put my-''

Y/N and Keigo both look at the door before she gasped, who the fuck?

Standing there a reasonably, tall pale young man of slim shape but somewhat muscular shape. He has several silver cartilige peircings in both ears and a triple nostril peircing on the side of his nose, hes wearing a dark blue jacket, with a high ripped collar matching pants cut off above his ankles. He also has a pair of dark dress shoes on his feet. He has a plain pale gray scoop-neck shirt, with a grey belt circular patterns around his belt satchel attached at the back.

He smirks before looking at him then as her. "Oops, my bad." He states before slamming the door shut.

Keigo shudders at the random interruption by his house mate, her face grows as she blushes with embarasment.

Then she arches her back. ''Fuck Keigo'' she whines tossing her head back, while he fucks her. When he cums an animalistic grunt escapes his mouth and he grips her hips so hard that they start to form a bruise, he tosses his blonde hair back, she gasps as he fills her up with his cum feeling warmth inside. He looks down at her with an increased level of stamina and lust ''Im not done with you yet.'' he growls.

He fucks her in every position in the book, he fucks her on the side, his big body spooning her figure as his throbbing cock drills inside of her, it was easier to kiss him. And to rub her clit. And in every position, They make each other cum, he seems to know how to trigger her orgasm to cum and cum again, he makes her sweat out her hair and makeup, making her look like a sexy greek goddess to him as she takes his cock like its her job.

And by the time he finally finished, hours spent and her body aches, wet with sweat and cum, her pussy twitches and cum is dripping down her thighs through the crack of her ass. Keigo lies down next to her and snuggles her to his chest ''Man you took me like a fucking champ.''

She only mewls in response but wraps her arms around him and snuggles into his chest.

And then they sleep, satistfied.

In the morning, Keigo streches his body, the way the sun peers in through the sheer curtain keeps Y/N in a slight between sleep and congnitive function, eyes blurry and hazy as he slowly gets up from his side of the bed groaning softly.

Y/N`s hair was all messy, she was completely naked under the white comforters, it felt sort of comforting she saw articles on how it was good to sleep naked. But she just thought it was weird, maybe it was Keigos comforters that made have a change in mind about sleeping naked, Perhaps. Her make up smeared all over the pillows, ''fuck'' she muttered. Sleeping with makeup was a big no-no, her skin would usually break out and her makeup artist and dermatologist would be agitated if they had found out she slept with a full face of makeup on.

She blinks a few times, covering her chest with the blanket to watch him go about his morning, Y/N was not a morning person, normally she would be annoyed and aggitated, but watching his pretty yet handsome face made her feel slightly less agitated. He put his fingers cross over eachother before they pull his arms taught above his head shifting them to the right, then the left which pops. His muscles shadow and dance is the light soaking in through the window

''Mornin` Popstar.'' He smirks at her as he noticed her staring at him intensly going about his morning. To which she then just smiles and sinks her self into the white comforters in embrassment. He chuckles and then grabs a plain black shirt that had been sheiveled and previously thrown at the floor due to the devious acts of last night. The sunlight that peeked through the curtains shone upon his form, contrasting his golden coloured skin and his toned abs as he slid his shirt on. Damn he was hot.

Y/n liked him, he was the complete opposite of Tamaki, he held his head high, walked like he was worth a billion yen. confident, loud, very loud, but she liked that he wasnt afraid to speak his mind. And was really funny.

Y/N giggled ''Mornin` Keigo.'' she then reaches for her iPhone 13 in starlight, which has a plain light pink case on it, her favourite colour. on the bedside table of his room, she tapped the phone which had the wallpaper of her and Momo at the beach smiling brightly holding ice creams as they looked at eachother cheekily. she noticed she had has 2 missed calls from Momo and 2 messages. She tapped the notification from imessages before typing in her password 260403 her birthday no suprise, and she sees Momos messages.

Momo <3: Where r u?

Momo <3: Oh, Shoto saw you leaving with that DJ, make sure you use protection x

She softly chuckles at her friends messages, before starting to reply back to her raven haired best friends before she noticed a presence at the side of her, she then looks up, quicly grabbing he blanket to cover her chest, to see the same man who interrupted her and Keigo last night.

Gosh this was embarassing, he was leaning up against the wall, arms folded, his blue eyes peircing into hers as if he was trying to read her. She furrowes her eyebrows as he just stood there simply spectating her, like a detective. ''umm, can i help you?'' he chuckles at her, before Keigo pushed pass him through the door with an annoyed grunt.

''Dabi, why are you here? don`t ya got somewhere to be." He stiffles before walking to the bed folding some of his clothes at the end of the bed where her feet were, that must be his housemate.

Dabi, what a weird name.

''Dont worry bout it'' he replies, ''See you took home, a friend with ya.'' He says eyeing Y/N form, she shifts uncomfortabley. She could feel and unwavering energy from him, she just could not put her finger on it. It was almost like her gut was saying for her to not talk to him, and stay away.

''Tch whats it to you?'' Keigo says, with attitude kissing his teeth at his house mate, Dabi just softly laughed at him before he turned his head to her. Y/N had never been in such an awkward position, she didnt mind having conversations. Just not while she was butt naked under the white covers and while she looked like a hot mess. ''Hey you look kinda familar, are you Y/D/N daughter?'' He wanted to get a rise from her, he knew what she was all about. That good girl gone bad, after her daddy passed away act was not gonna cut it for him, and he sure as hell wouldn`t let his bird brain of a friend get trapped in her families stupid games.

She felt her heart beat expand at that name, she just gulped, her fathers sinister face flashed through her mind, making her feel ill. She sensed her intuition was telling her something, why is he asking something so obvious, 'did he live under a rock or something' she thought.

It was no suprise everyone knew who her father was after all he was the CEO of L/N Theatre Production, his legacy was still relevant today. Even after he died. Even after he was replaced by some weird blue haired motherfucker who talked like his lungs were as dark as a sullen cloud before the sun who went by the name Tomura Shigaraki

''Man, just get out! The hells wrong with you?'' Keigo shouted, he sensed Y/Ns discomfort at that statement Dabi made. He didnt need to know why she tensed at that name but he didnt care. Keigo was the complete opposite of Dabi, While his friend was a total douchebag when it came to girls, Keigo who was raised by a single mother, has total respect for women, he knew the troubles they went through. and they deserved the up most respect more than anything. A total gentleman.

Dabi puts his arms up in defence still smirking.

''Im just sayin you sure as hell dont wanna be fooling around with that.'' he pointed at her figure sprawled out on the bed covering her chest with Keigos bed covers.

She didn`t like this feeling. The feeling of humiliation, he pointed at her like she was a peice of crap from the streets. And he looked at her like she at the bottom of his boots. Dabi`s sinister gaze increased as he noticed her discomfort expanding by the second he continued to shame her.

''Her father might aswell rise from the pits of hell and taunt you in your dreams, God forbid anyone fools around with his precious daughter, who would have thought that as soon as he died his Popstar daughter would act like a prostitute from the red light district-'' He states so casually. She gasped at the sudden insult.

''Tch, your shocked? you literally look like you could be on the front page of a porn site right now, sprawled out naked under the covers naked.''

Y/N wanted the ground to swallow her whole, fighting the tears of humiliation, she was too embrassed to even look at Keigo or Dabi, instead she kept her glossy Y/E/C eyes glued on the ground as he just smirked.

Its almost like history was repeating itself again, in a way. She could not move, she couldnt speak, she could not defend herself, as Dabi continued slut shaming her she just kept her eyes glued onto the floor her sweaty hands gripping the covers to her chest with dear life, feeling hopeless as she took in his insults one by one, each stabbing her heart violently. Her tearfull gaze expanded his sadistic nature that made the corner of his lips turn into a manic grin. "Aww, dont cry, yo birdbrain, you gonna give little miss Pop star some dick, maybe that`ll-''

''WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! GET THE FUCK OUT!'' Keigo screams angrily. She felt weak but then Keigo, her knight in shining armour came to her rescue, abruptly interrupting his harsh, lewd statements. Pushing Dabi out the door, She could see him smirking at her before the door got slammed shut by Keigo.

''I had no idea what he was yapping on about, Im so sorry.'' Keigo apoligises, as he knelt down to see Y/Ns tearfull gaze as she looked at him with pleasing eyes. Keigo felt his heart shatter, he took her waist in his arms as Y/N hugged his neck and sniffled as she let tears go freely, the warmth of his body made her feel comforted, as she breathed his minty scent in as he rubbed her back, they stayed there for a while not saying a word, only in each others space was enough for them, before she pulls away.

''its okay, um i think i should go.'' She said startled by Dabi, to which Keigo nods handing her clothes to her before he left to give her some privacy.

As Y/N got changed all she could think about was Dabi`s words, prostitute from the red light district. Who even was he, its almost like he could have predicted her fathers actions if he were still alive. What did he know?

She decided it would be best to leave and never come back to Keigos as she didn`t want to have an encounter with Dabi again. she stepped out the room before heading down the stairs making sure she had her purse and phone before exiting, turning back to close the door she spotted Dabi`s face by the railway at the stairs. He just smiled at her, and she slammed the door behind her, making her way out, never to return again.

weird motherfucker.

This is the first chapter <3 HOPE you guys like it, P.S Dabis gonna be a lil toxic but so is Y/N i hope you enjoyed the first chapter if you liked it please like, reblog or comment. also leave a follow and comment if you want to be added to my taglist. Smell ya later pooks ;3

[fragaria-imagines]

Red Bouquet Valentine’s Day Headcanons (with their S/O)

Hallritt:

Hallritt goes all out for every and any holiday, Valentine’s day is no exception!

He would try to surprise you with a homemade cake, but unfortunately, just like every other time Hallritt has tried to bake or cook something, it never ends well.

He ends up accidentally starting a fire on Valentine’s day, much to his —and the rest of his bouquet members— dismay, ruining the surprise.

However, even with his failed baking attempt, you still appreciate the effort and time he put in to it, and suggested that they should bake a cake together instead!

Hallritt was all over the moon for that idea, so you two spend the rest of day, laughing and baking homemade goods together (with supervision of course).

As for gifts, Hallritt lives by the motto, “Go Big or Go Home”, and that’s exactly what he did when buying you gifts.

He is such a gift giver and bought you plenty of gifts, whether it be clothes, toys, plushies, chocolate, flowers, books, jewelry, candles, letters, makeup, video games, and everything you can think of. He even bought you a bird house (doesn’t matter if you don’t have a bird because Hallritt would buy you a bird along with the bird house).

Honestly, his gift giving can be too much and kind of overwhelming at times, and it just gets more over top and extreme over the years, but that’s just his way of expressing his love to you!

Merold:

Merold is the exact opposite of Hallritt, meaning he likes to play it coy (even though we all know he’s not).

He’s the type to act like Valentine’s is not a big deal but is secretly planning every single way to surprise you.

On the day of Valentine’s Day, he would go as far as pretending to not know what day it was, going about it as it was any other day, which kind of stings.

However, your momentary sadness about your boyfriend forgetting Valentine’s, was quickly nipped in the bud, once you entered the Strawberry Castle and saw how overly decorated it was.

And of course, there was no one but Merold, standing in the middle of the room, wearing a suit and holding a red rose for you.

You two danced the night away, the sounds of laughter never seemed to fade when you two were together. Cheesy, yes, but you couldn’t have been more happier, and wouldn’t want it any other way.

When it comes to giving gifts, Merold loves to spoil you rotten, so he goes just as crazy —if not more— as Hallritt, when it comes to buying you gifts.

He especially likes to buy you very expensive and luxurious gifts, like a car, a Chanel bag, a spa treatment, jewelry, clothing, because you deserve the best of the best!

Puruth:

With how much Puruth travels, you honestly didn’t think he would be with you for Valentines, so it was a pleasant surprise when he was!

Rather than going to an extravagant dinner date or buy a bunch of gifts, you two decided to keep it low-key, and have a dinner date at a local café, to enjoy each other’s company.

Puruth didn’t do any of the typical dramatics or over the top romantic gestures, instead he confessed his love for you, very simple and straightforward, with the same golden retriever smile that you have grown to love.

He decided to buy you a gift that had meaning instead of opting to buying the most expensive item.

He gifted you trinkets and memorabilia from his traveling, like a pocket watch for when he needed to look at the time, or an old book that he read during his travels, or a feather from an exotic animal.

It might have been seen as weird or lazy gift giving by most people, but you knew how much time and love Puruth put into those gifts, and you appreciate it because he’s gifting you a part of him that you don’t get to see much of due to his traveling.

This way, you two will always be together, regardless if you’re far away from each other not, and you couldn’t have had it any other way.

Romarriche:

Not surprising to anyone, but Romarriche is a romantic gentleman at heart! Though his way of being romantic is a lot more tone-down and low-key than that of Hallritt’s and Merold’s.

When you wake up on Valentine’s Day, you are met with a thousand budding red roses, all which are delivered by no one other than yours truly, Romarriche.

Romarriche would also take it upon himself to cook for you, and since he knows how to cook, this Valentines meal would not result in the fire department being called!

It’s never just Valentines “Day”, being the romantic that he is, Romarriche will always book a vacation months in advance, making Valentines Day more into Valentines Week.

By the end of your romantic getaway vacation, Romarriche would take you to a field of flowers to watch the sunset, as you embrace another day of your love together.

Romarriche loves spoiling you with gifts, but is also aware that too much gifts can cause you to be overwhelmed, so he always makes it a point to take down a peg or two when it comes to gift giving.

He would gift you practical things that you need in your day to day life, like a sewing machine, an air fryer, a new dishwasher, socks, and china.

Rimicha:

Valentines Day or not, this man expects to be spoiled 24/7 regardless.

He would attempt to be romantic and have a romantic night out with you, but those plans were quickly thrown out the window, due to his short fuse.

The day ends up with you two spending the day playing video games together, eating overcooked meatloaf.

As for gifts, he would buy you a cheap video game, that he ends up taking it for himself, and a batch of roses!

Sanah:

Out of everybody on this list, Sanah is THE biggest love bug of them all!

He is already an affectionate person, but his affection is ten folds on Valentine’s Day.

Valentines Day is actually his favorite holiday because there’s nothing that he loves more than spending the day with his loved ones!

His ideal date for Valentine centers more around extracurricular activities like watching a movie, going to the beach, going on a hike, going bowling, stargazing, than simply going on a coffee date or eating dinner.

By the time, you two are done with your tiring list of activities, you both are tired and ready to go to bed but there’s still gifts to be exchanged!

Sanah is not the best gift giver out of the bunch, but what he lacks in tact, he’ll make it up in heart! It’s the thought that counts after all.

He would gift you all the usual romantic Valentine gifts, like toys, plushie, flowers, chocolate, but with a twist of his own like, a beach ball, or a hat, stickers, candles, a ukulele!

[diamondluxesugar]

Gifts and Being Spoiled - Non Allowance

Let’s discuss Gifts.

I’m not talking about $30 for a pedicure or a Starbucks gift card and tumbler. I’m talking about the jewelry, the cars, the thousand dollar bags and shoes, the stocks and bonds, the gold and silver bars, kinds of gifts. Unless you’ve grown up accepting gifts or have made enough money to buy these things for yourself, it may make you feel uncomfortable. Who wouldn’t? We’re talking about receiving thousands of dollars worth of gifts.

Hell, this is something that even the most experienced SBs have had to work to become accustomed to, and even now gifts of a certain caliber can make a lady a little bit nervous. The easiest way to become comfortable with receiving luxury gifts is by desensitizing yourself to the cost.

Note: this is not desensitizing yourself to just start swiping your credit card for whatever purchase you want. This is to remove the feelings of doubt, shame, and insecurity that surround owning expensive items while those around you may not yet share in your wealth.

One exercise I did was write down every single thing I wanted to purchase. I broke it into the following categories: useful, nice, frivolous.

The useful items are things I would use on a consistent basis. Think computer, KitchenAid mixer, exercise bike, spa passes, etc. These will be more tailored to your own needs.

The nice items are things that don’t make or break any given experience, but would be fantastic to have and would increase my quality of life. Think multiple pairs of running shoes, a $300 outdoor hammock swing, new matching bedroom set, etc. Once again, these are more tailored to your needs.

The frivolous things are anything else. Think of the Chanel bags, the jewelry, shopping spree at Bloomingdale’s. Items that won’t make it break your experience of life.

Throw literally everything you can on this list and include the prices. When you see something on TikTok, add it to the list. When your coworker is talking about that sous vide, add it to the list. Big or small, just add it.

At this point you’ll have an idea of what you like and want, and how your SD can best gift you. Maybe you aren’t a clothing girl, but will go crazy in the homegoods section. Your gifting doesn’t have to look like mine, and that’s okay. This is your time to be spoiled!!

This brings me to my second thought: using your belongings.

It can be nerve-racking and ostracizing being the only girl with real gold in your ears. You may want to leave your good items in a safe or only wear them on special occasions.

Don’t.

Shoes and bags and jewelry and clothing is meant to be worn, not to sit in a dust bag for admiration. Your exercise bike is meant to be used. Running shoes are meant to be worn down. Don’t be afraid to use your gifts, because you’ll appreciate them more and will become used to using your most expensive items.

The last thing I would like to leave you ladies with is simple: Gratitude. Be grateful for the gifts that come into your life. Be grateful for the person providing the gifts. Be grateful for the journey of becoming a woman who has the capacity to receive. It’s okay fantastic to thank your SD/SBF for gifting you with something. In fact, most of these men are surrounded by people that use and take from them. Say thank you and mean it and watch how your experiences change.

Happy Sugaring ✨

[zenplayss]

2-4-2 Wakabamori (RENO) Part 1

Hey Simmers,

I was inspired to rebuild the Yume household from Ashwarrplays "Yume Series". Please note I AM NOT THE ORIGINAL CREATOR OF THIS BUILD. I just took the time to find all the CC used for this build :)

All credit goes to these following creators:

House Shell Creator: EA - Alexasimi

Interior Creator: @Ashwarrplays TikTok

Sims 4 Pack's required for this lot: Snowy Escape, Cat & Dogs, Desert Lux Kit, Island Living, Bathroom Clutter Kit, Laundry Day Pack, Jungle Adventures, Seasons, Cool Kitchen, Spa Day, Bust the Dust Kit, Eco lifestyle, Growing Together.

You can find the build on my EA Name: zencreatorplays

MODS:

Grannies Cookbook - [04-06-2024 ] | Patreon

CC List:

Downloads — House of Harlix (Download ALL)

precious promises - collab with pierisim: download | Patreon

Small Spaces: Laundry Room (CC Pack for The Sims 4) | Patreon

The Sims 4 Chic Bathroom Stuff Pack | Patreon

𝓓𝓪𝓷𝓭𝔂 𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓻𝔂 part I | Patreon

𝓓𝓪𝓷𝓭𝔂 𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓻𝔂 part II | Patreon

Windex CC (located on shelf in laundry room) by mod creator has been removed from their Tumblr. I suggest Google a different cc pack for "cleaning supply cc" to replace this CC item.

windex leo-sim - Search Images (bing.com)

Simsational Designs: Hudson Bathroom - Collection of 31 New Items (Download ALL)

[DOWNLOAD] Fitness set | Patreon

DOWNLOAD - Wave Living | Patreon

(1) TINY STEREOS LIBERATED BY STEFIZZI Simfileshare (mirror) – @stefizzi on Tumblr

MCM House part 1 | Patreon

MCM House part 2 | Patreon

MCM House part 3 | Patreon

MCM House part 4 | Patreon

MCM House part 5 | Patreon

CEPZID Fitness Pack: https://www.patreon.com/file?h=68907168&i=11246635

OAK HOUSE part.1 - download link | Patreon

OAK HOUSE part.2 - download link | Patreon

OAK HOUSE part.3 - download link | Patreon

OAK HOUSE part.4 - download link | Patreon

OAK HOUSE Part5 - download link | Patreon

OAK HOUSE part.6 - download link 1/2 - updated | Patreon

OAK HOUSE part.6 - download link 2/2 | Patreon

[DOWNLOAD] Crossfit Reborn set | Patreon

Fitness cc sims 4 - Syboulette Custom Content for The Sims 4

Myshunosun - Dawn Living Set (Paintings) : https://www.patreon.com/file?h=61950933&i=10219795

• boho living stuff pack • | Patreon (Download ALL)

Jules bedroom set | Patreon

November 2021 Set (2) - Animal Lovers | Patreon ($ PAYWALL $)

Cluttercat CC (lilritualplate) Smudge Bowl w/ Sage : Sim File Share - Filehosting for Simmers

The Sims Resource - Advent 2022 - Lilies vase

Auntie Vera's Bathroom | Patreon

The Sims Resource - Retro Vibe Hanging Coat

The Sims Resource - Winter Choices - Ice skating boots

ＢＡＢＹ ＢＯＯ | Patreon

The Kerv Collection - Part 1 | greenllamas | Patreon

The Kerv Collection - Part 2 | greenllamas | Patreon

Domaine du Clos - part 1 | Patreon

Domaine du Clos - part 2 | Patreon

Domaine du Clos - part 3 | Patreon

Domaine du Clos - part 4 | Patreon

Rollers & Ice skates + Decorative Rinks & Skates at In a bad Romance » Sims 4 Updates

Hermès Kelly Bag - Decor - 9 colors - Find it... | S L Y D (retired) (tumblr.com)

Sierra The Simmer's CC Finds — bergdorfverse: Chanel 19 Bag & Round CC Sunglasses... (tumblr.com)

Bergdorfverse - Dior Street Chic Bag Hey everyone, here is a... (tumblr.com) ($ PAYWELL $)

Woody Tote Bag | Patreon ($ PAYWALL $)

Deauville Bag | Patreon ($ PAYWALL $)

Bergdorfverse - Versace Virtus Bucket Bag Hey guys, the Versace... (tumblr.com) ($ PAYWALL $) (use this to replace in game Versace bag that is inside the walk-in closet in bedroom)

soak - stuff pack: overview | Patreon

Master bedroom pack | Patreon

🧡Oran-Sandals 🧡(Deco) | Patreon ($ PAYWALL $) (Hermes slides that are at foot of bed in game & in walk-in closet)

(3) Balenciaga Bergarcia Set feat. Clepto by Cleo – @bergdorfverse on Tumblr ($ PAYWALL $)

lavish - stuff pack: download | Patreon

[DOWNLOAD] Agnes set (remastered cc) | Patreon

5# Simple Live Collection - Bathroom（10/6/23 Update） | Patreon

E N I O S T A . — tine. 45 new meshes. free. download (tumblr.com)

WINTER GARDEN | Patreon

WINTER GARDEN part 2 | Patreon

[naomisxott]

Happy Birthday Halle! @hclleb

Forever grateful to have a friend like you in my life. You are the sweetest, most caring person ever and now we get to celebrate you! Happy birthday, Princess.

Love Naomi

Gifts:

Chanel Heart Bag

Diamond Earrings

Pamper set with Spa gift voucher

Flowers and Candy

[confidential-couture]

Give your Bag the Luxury SPA it Needs | Confidential Couture | Best Luxu...

[notasweetnightingale]

Task Eleven → Intro & Connections

Deziree Tremaine // 22 // Fashion Design Major // She/Her [Biography tba.]

+ Disciplined, Calculating, Loyal - Jealous, Cold, Tactless

Quick Facts:

Only call her Dezi if she likes you.

Tries very, very hard to stay on trend and look as fashionable as humanly possible. Yes she is judging your fit.

LOVES shoes and bags. Would sell her soul for a Birkin.

Could wax poetic on the history of Chanel, Prada and Mugler.

Can be incredibly standoffish and difficult to warm up.

Bisexual, but doesn’t like people enough to do anything about it.

She is very well practised in the art of people pleasing, batting her eyelashes, saying the right thing, in an attempt to get a foot in the right places, but as of late has become disillusioned by it. It really isn’t getting her anywhere.

As much as Deziree Tremaine wants to be in the “In-Crowd” she actually, deep down, hates that she’s so desperate to be in with the In. She has always been just on the edge of it, never quite getting the footing she was aiming for.

Forever trying to live up to Mother Tremaine’s impossible standards, seek her approval, and do exactly what mommy dearest wants.

The problem is that Ms. Tremaine has been in prison for going on 2 years (?) which has left Dezi effectively “purposeless”. She doesn’t really know who she is without her mother dictating her life choices. Anastasia and Deziree have both been keeping their mother’s whereabouts a massive secret, which is difficult with people from her old circles ask where she is. The current lie is that she’s on a spa retreat for her health.

On top of that, coming to terms with the fact that their mom had been abusing Ella for years, and that they may well have been victims themselves in different ways is really difficult when you can’t afford a therapist and you’re sure all of your friends were just status symbols.

Dezi has cut herself off emotionally from everything, and is hasn’t really been able to feel anything for months now.

At this point Deziree isn’t sure if she actually has any real friends.

She has no money (except from the secret job she has to try to pay back Ella all the rent she owes her). Deziree really hates that she can’t just buy new shoes on a whim now.

Fun Fact: she doesn’t have a bio on the main because I’m layzee~

Taken Connections

Sister - Anastasia Tremaine @itsme-anastasia​

Ex-Step-Sister - Ella Fontaine @sweetellafontaine​

Closest Friend - Hans Sør @hans-omedevil​

A Something - Travis Montgomery @but-theylovehim (It’s tooooootally not a crush, they were just really good strawberries.)

Other Friends - Charotte La Bouff @charlxttelabouff​ Penelope Deery @penelopedeery

Friends for Clout - Minnie Myshkin @minniemyshkin​

Tries to be in their In-Crowd - The Ashleys

Important Relationships

Ex-Step-Sister - Ella Fontaine

When Deziree first learned that she was going to be getting a new step-sister, because Mom was marrying some guy, she was so excited that she couldn’t shut up about it. Yeah, she had her real sister Anastasia, but a new sister and friend sounded so cool! (She was about 6 at the time, and unjaded. Anastasia was about 8, and this new girl, Ella, 10).

Ms. Tremaine put a quick stop to that excitement, however, and instructed that Deziree was not to make friends with her, as she wasn’t really her family. She kept them separate in all affairs. When Ella’s father passed, Ms. Tremaine’s treatment of Ella only worsened.

Over the years, under the influence of mom, Deziree didn’t treat Ella with much kindness (though there had always been that little niggling in the back of her head that she wanted to be friends with Ella but wasn’t allowed, and had to keep up the act to please her mom and avoid having the treatment turned on herself and Anastasia).

She became jealous of Ella -she was pretty and gentle and kind despite everything- especially of the attention that her mom devoted to Ella, even if it was negative. Deziree’s opinion of Ella was skewed by her mom’s view of her -Deziree had to be better than Ella to win mom’s affection (of which there was very little) and being better than Ella was hard because Ella was perfect.

When Ella won her court case against Ms. Tremaine, Ella agreed to let the sisters stay in her house as long as they paid rent. Deziree was conflicted, knowing her part in Ella’s treatment and knowing that the chances of mending their relationship were slim, but ultimately agreed when she realised she had nowhere else to go.

Ella has always treated Deziree with kindness despite it all.

Their relationship is incredibly strained but she is taking baby steps to opening up to her ex-step-sister to maybe one day become friends after all. At the very least, she is trying to treat her with more sympathy than she ever did before.

Wanted Connections / Wanted Plots

“Friends” - People who Deziree claims to be friends with, or people who were linked to the world of the wealthy. You know, they say they’re all, like, totally BFFs, come be in my selfie! But really they couldn’t tell you 2 interesting facts about each other after all the small talk at parties.

Mentor or Fashion School Professor - Deziree is a fashion student but has always felt overshadowed by Ella’s attendance on the same course, and the fact Ella went on to open her own fashion business. She may be vain, but her self-esteem isn’t actually that great, and she could use a guiding hand that genuinely wants to see her succeed. OR on the other hand, a professor who just can’t stop comparing her to the wonderful Ella and Deziree has to prove them wrong.

Bullied - LBR Deziree was a bully in high school because she thought it would get her in with the cool kids. Someone from Deziree’s year or below at school that she picked on.

Friends of Lady Tremaine - Lady Tremaine knew many, many people (but not enough people knew her or her daughters for her liking). Someone has most certainly noticed she hasn’t been to any functions recently. Deziree will continue lying about it. Probably older people of Redwood Hollow, and more likely to be well-off.

A Real Friend - Deziree really needs to make her first real friend that isn’t part of the wealthy world she has always aspired to be a part of. Good luck to whoever dares try.

I actually don’t have many wanted plots for Deziree that don’t link to the wanted connections above. She really just needs warming up and to get out of the cycle of trying to fit in with crowds that don’t want her. Dezi is stuck in her ‘I don’t know who I am but I don’t know I don’t know who I am’ phase right now so anything that gets her out of her shell and her comfort zone. I’m willing to talk plots for her! If she fits a connection you want or a plot, I’m down.

Wanted Characters

With Bios: Camilla Deville & Patricia “Patty” Marriane

Camilla Deville - A local designer who owns her own fashion store in town. Deziree is desperate to with for her, in the store and eventually as part of her design team.

Patricia Marriane - Ella’s Godmother / Babysitter. I just think it would be an interesting dynamic to explore, as Patricia takes care of Ella and she knows of Deziree’s part in her mistreatment.

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