#i feel happy about an outfit — then someone says something and i get uncomfortable and don’t like it anymore ; ;

[rosylamb]

Dear friends ♡

I truly enjoy sharing my love for fashion, and a part of my day with everyone here c:

Lately, however, I get comments asking me to show certain parts of my body or reveal more of myself, and I am very uncomfortable with this.

I’d like to continue to share ootd with you, but this is something I will need to think on a bit as I’d rather do it comfortably.

Thank you to all my friends who have been kind, understanding, and supportive of me and my blog! I truly appreciate it ♡

Sending warm hugs, cupcakes, and lots of love, Rosy XO

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[killerlookz]

hiii!!<3 if you’re thinking abt writing for joost, can u pls write some thing abt an established relationship fic based off the song birds of a feather by billie eilish if u can! love ur writing!

Hi anon! thank you sm for the request <33 this song is so sweeeet omg!!! also... technically an established relationship, but i do recap how reader and joost met :-)

Birds of a Feather | Joost Klein

description: gn!reader reflects on all the special moments in your and Joost's relationship following an unexpected proposal.

content: so insanely cheesey! sorry! pure fluff! + lots of crying (mostly happy tears) literally the most tiny smallest sexual reference this fic contains rpf, do not continue if that makes you uncomfortable

word count: 2426 (this was supposed to be under 1k words but i got soooo carried away)

/I don't know what I'm crying for / I don't think I could love you more/

Shaky fingers fiddle with the cold metal looped around your ring finger. Your hand flexes outward, watching as the light from your window reflects onto the small stone. Something warm rolls down your cheek- a solitary teardrop, caressing the skin of your face. Your hand reaches up to wipe away the tear, but it's too late, you can feel more welling up near your waterline, any sudden movement now would send tears streaming down your face. You look up, your eyelids brink rapidly in an attempt to prevent the inevitable waterworks.

You hadn't seen an engagement coming- in all the years you'd been together, it still seemed like a milestone that had felt so far away. Until Yesterday.

You and Joost had been nearly inseparable since just about the moment you had met- A nervous 20-year-old studying abroad in the Netherlands for your second to last semester of university. You sat on the stairs outside of the apartment building that stood as your temporary housing for the semester, on the brink of tears, your randomly assigned roommate had been a real piece of work. You were on your third argument that week alone, and, saying you were fed up was an understatement. You contemplated at that moment packing your things and just going back home.

"Gaat het?" (Are you ok?) A voice calls out, a goofy-looking blonde standing at the bottom of the stairs. He looks vaguely familiar, you think you may have seen him in the elevator of your apartment once or twice.

You furrow your eyebrows at him, "Ik spreek niet veel Nederlands," Using one of the few Dutch phrases you knew to tell him you don't speak Dutch. You shake your head, kind of hoping he would get lost, not wanting to be bothered.

"Ah," He nods, "Do you speak English?"

You stare at him for a moment, unsure if you should lie, after all he was a stranger but something is telling you to tell him the truth.

"Yeah," You sniffle, attempting to remove any emotion from your face.

"Are you okay?" He asks again, this time you understand.

"I'm fine," You weren't exactly searching for a deep conversation about your current struggles in someone you didn't know.

"People who are fine don't usually sit outside their apartment building crying."

You bite your lip, contemplating engaging the kind stranger in what was ailing you at the moment. You sigh, having a feeling he would probably keep pestering you if you continued to insist you were feeling in a way you actually weren't.

"It's just my roommate-"

Two months after your first encounter with the blonde man at the bottom of the stairs, you were standing in front of a mirror, doing a final check of your outfit before going on your first date. You had learned his name was Joost, he was 21, and lived in an apartment two floors above you.

He was unimaginably kind, with a wit unparalleled by anyone you'd ever met before, and truthfully, he was very cute- so when he had initially asked you out, you couldn't get a "yes" out fast enough.

It seemed a little inconvenient, given that you only had one more month left in the Netherlands- but he knew this, and didn't necessarily seem like he had been looking for anything too serious. Besides, it would be nice for you to have a good connection with someone outside of the people you saw in your classes.

There's a knock at the door, and your feet are quick to start shuffling under you, you're practically running to go open it.

You stop for a moment as you get to the door, letting a deep breath fill your lungs to capacity, before letting it out, whipping the door open as you do so.

Joost is standing behind it, a smile plastered on his face, hands behind his back. He's dressed up, now that you thought about it, you never really saw him in anything other than a sweatshirt or t-shirt and some jeans. It was a pleasant change- a white button-up shirt and some dress pants even if both articles of clothing had been obviously wrinkled.

"Hey," He greets, removing his hands from where they rest behind him, revealing a bouquet of flowers in an outstretched arm, "These are for you- I didn't know what kind of flowers you liked so I sort of just guessed." He's unsure of himself, in an entirely endearing way. He was trying.

"For me?" You grin, "Aww, Joost!" You take the flowers from his hands, "Let me go find something to put these in."

A month later you're sitting on Joost's couch after what you assumed would be your last date together. Your study abroad program was ending in three days, and you'd be returning back home.

There is an air of sadness that surrounds you, one that you hadn't expected to feel- you'd only known the man for three months, yet somehow it felt like you were leaving someone you had known your whole life.

Gentle fingers grab onto your jaw, Joost is turning your head to force you to look at him.

"You know," He starts, "I've really been enjoying our time together."

"Me too," You agree, a small smile peaking onto your face, you try not to give way to the sadness you were feeling.

"And," He says, "Y/n, I really like you, and I think if I don't ask you now, I'm never going to get the chance to ever again."

"What?" You perk up, your heart suddenly beating much faster, your breathing quickens, unsure of what he's going to say next.

"Well- I- what I'm trying to say is, do you want to go out with me? Like- officially- like dating." His voice is trembling, you'd never seen him so anxious before.

"Joost I-" You sigh, the reality of your situation crashing into you harder than it had before, "I'm leaving soon- we'll be hours away, when am I going to see y-"

You're cut off by Joost's lips crashing into yours, your thoughts suddenly disappearing the second your lips connect. You're entirely overwhelmed with emotion, every wire in your brain is fried, this move was an utter surprise, up until this point your relationship had been entirely chaste; the furthest you'd gone was sharing a hug at the end of your dates. Still, you kiss him back, your hand finding its way to his shoulder, tugging at it, begging him to come closer to you.

It had been seven and a half months since you had last seen Joost, but the two of you had talked at length each and every day during that time. By now, you had finished your degree in University and were ready to really start your life.

You could remember the cheer of excitement on the other end of the phone when you told Joost after a month of job hunting you had secured a job in the Netherlands.

"Does that mean you're coming back here?"

"Yeah, the job starts at the end of next month ."

A month and a half didn't necessarily give you much time to plan things out to the extent you would have liked, but Joost was more than ready and willing to help you out.

He had posited moving into his apartment- but the suggestion while sweet- was quickly thrown out. It wouldn't have been an ideal commute to your new job.

So the two of you got on to looking elsewhere, he had been kind enough to take the time out of his days to go to apartment showings for you near where you'd be taking your job, keeping you on Facetime as he viewed the places.

Eventually, you had found one you absolutely fell in love with, in perfect distance from the job. The problem had been- it was quite a ways out of your budget. You were heartbroken, it had basically been your dream apartment.

Joost, always swift with solving problems, suggested that the two of you move into the apartment together, that way he could cover the rest of the rent that you couldn't afford. And while you were over the moon about his offer- you worried about what living together would do to your relationship, the two of you had known each other for less than a year- would living together be such a great idea?

But as you're standing in the doorway of your bedroom on the first night being in your new apartment, staring up at Joost, who's leaning against the door frame- you just know you made the right decision.

A careful hand glides across your cheek, resting at the back of your neck,

"Thank you for coming back," Joost muses, gently massaging the spot where his hand resides. You lean into his touch,

"There was no other option" There's an undeniable twinkle in your eyes, admiring the man who stood above you, tired and messy from a long day of moving.

"I've been waiting to tell you this in person," His grip on your neck suddenly becomes still, rigid, "And- even if you don't feel the same yet, I just wanted to say that I love you." He's talking fast, simpering after he finishes his short words before resuming the gentle massaging motion of his thumb against your neck.

The breath is almost entirely knocked out of you- he loves you.

The words just about run out of your mouth, "I love you too,"

"You do?" His pupils are blown wide, "You love me too?"

You nod fervently, never having meant a statement so immensely in your life.

Joost is leaning down now, his head tilted so his lips can perfectly interlock with yours. It is possibly the hungriest kiss the two of you had ever shared, with the obvious implication of love now behind it. If Joost hadn't snaked his free arm around your back, you probably would have fallen straight to the ground, your legs tingling with excitement.

He pulls away, looking into your mostly empty bedroom, a smirk appearing on his face,

"What do you say we christen that bed I spent all day putting together?"

Five years later you're still living in that same apartment, the once-empty space now fully decorated with beautiful memories.

And now, the most crystal-clear memory sparkled in your brain, almost as bright as the ring itself. You'd been crying in intervals since then- since it happened since - You replayed it in your head.

"Do you remember when we first met?" Joost's fingers interlock with yours as the two of you walk down a familiar street- You were unsure of why Joost had insisted on taking you here, to the town where you both had lived when you met.

"How could I ever forget?" You grin, "Feels like just yesterday I was crying to some strange Dutch boy about my roommate issues."

"And how you told me, you never wanted to see the Netherlands again?" His words are slow as he looks deeply into your eyes, glimmers of adoration shining from every feature on his face.

"God, I was so dramatic- wasn't I?" You look away from him, scoffing as you look down at the pavement, thinking about your old self, looking back on it- it was a stupid decision to let one person ruin almost two months of your life, but back then it seemed like the biggest deal in the world. "Funny" You shrug, "The decision I made to talk to you on the day I was most certain I was just going to pack up and leave forever led me to making the Netherlands my home." You shake your head, "I don't know what would have happened if I hadn't met you on that day, but I don't think there's a reality that exists where we aren't together."

"Don't make me cry," He chuckles.

"I mean- I don't mean to be all sappy, but it's true- if soulmates are real, I can guarantee you're mine."

He's grinning now, you'd been so lost in your thoughts you barely noticed where the two of you had ended up, back at your old apartment, right in front of those very steps the two of you had met on.

He's pulling you up the stairs, and needless to say you're confused about this trip down memory lane.

"I think it's only appropriate that I do this here," His voice is low, and he's blinking more rapidly than usual. His hand slips from yours, and falls into his pocket- you watch anxiously for his next move. There's something in his hand now, and he's slowly bending down onto one knee.

The tears start nearly immediately, before he says a single word, you're cupping your mouth with your hand

"Y/n," He looks up at you, through the lenses of his glasses you can see there are tears in his eyes too, "Wil je met me trouwen?" (will you marry me)

"Joost," You choke out a sob- "Yes, Yes!" Your whole body is full of a tingling sensation, and your heart feels like it occupies more space in your chest than it did before, swelling with an overwhelming amount of love.

Joost grabs your trembling hand, caressing it tenderly with his thumb before slipping on the ring. You let him hold your hand for a moment more before you're pulling it away, desperate to see. You outstretch your hand in front of you, looking at the glimmering stone that sits on your finger. A visual confirmation of what had just happened.

He's barely stood all the way up before you're reaching for him, knocking into him with an embrace so energetically that it nearly knocks him over. As he catches his balance he wraps his arms right back around you, pulling you into him.

If you were to have gotten any closer, the atoms that make up each of your bodies may have actually fused together. Though you wish you could, despite how you fully braced Joost's body it doesn't feel like enough you want him closer to you.

Still, you're so warm in his tight embrace, letting out choked tears of joy against his chest.

A gentle kiss falls on the top of your head, followed by your favorite words to hear out of Joost's mouth, "Ik hou van jou." (I love you)

You shut your eyes, basking in the moment, you could absolutely get used to hearing those words every day for the rest of your life.

/I'll love you 'til the day that I die / 'Til the light leaves my eyes/

[sefinaa]

❝𝐏𝐀𝐂: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞.❞

What is your future spouse’s aesthetic?

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Pac Summary!

🍊Your future spouse's aesthetic.

🍊How they feel about it in the future or in the present moment.

Moodboard | Divider

Pile I

Your future spouse's aesthetic. 

As I was shuffling, nothing came out. So I went with the assumption; perhaps they are lost with who they are. They are trying different aesthetics and seeing what makes them happy. I believe having a title like an aesthetic can bring us down if we don’t know what makes us happy, and that is the same with your fs. They are struggling to see what fits their standards of aesthetics.

Reversed nine of wands.

The reversed nine of wands confirms my thoughts. Right now, they are struggling with everything. They remind me of the tower tarot card. This is seen as something negative, but I see it as a breakthrough in life. Because if there isn't a negative situation, then you can never become uncomfortable or grow from the experience. You need those negative emotions for growth even if it’s sabotaging yourself. You become self aware throughout and teach yourself to not be your own enemy. I’m still feeling hopeless energy with your fs. So right now, the aesthetic is baggy clothes. They are struggling to become comfortable with their skin and what they like. They have tried fancy and luxurious suits. They have tried the swag or baddie aesthetic. They have tried sexy dresses, etc. They keep going for materialistic outfits, and intuition says you will meet them in a month or two and help guide them out of that hell hole. So when you do meet, I see them going for a flowy or relaxing aesthetic. It reminds me of a bit of boho and a soft aesthetic. And those who are into men, I see them actually painting their nails. Now, I've seen people associate nail polish on men with the LGBTQ+ community, alternative/emo/punk, etc., but no. Nail polish is about expressing yourself like makeup; the same goes here. 

How does their aesthetic make them feel in the future?

I kept shuffling the cards, but wasn’t able to get anything. Then I realized they wouldn’t feel much about it. I don't see them caring about how other people perceive them because of you. You were able to guide and heal them in a positive manner that made them realize they don't have to try so hard to impress others and that impressing themselves is more important. And you also taught them that materialistic aspects won't last in the long run; appreciating the small things you have in life is important. Beautiful life lessons; thank you for sharing those with them and elevating them into someone they love. So there isn’t a feeling here, but more of a thank you note from them to you.

‘’Thank you for showing me something that I thought was lost. Thank you for being there for me when I struggled and put money, charm, and looks on a pedestal. It was because of you that I realized that those weren’t important. What matters is the inside of us, our soul, and how we actually do things for other people. Without you, I wouldn't be able to understand who I was—I wouldn't be self-aware of the flaws I had, nor would I understand the struggles I put you in when I was so self-absorbed in the fashion world. Forgetting how toxic the industry has been. So thank you for being by my side and allowing my wings to flutter open as I escaped hell and finally met you in heaven. In our heaven.’’

Masterlist.

Pile II

Your future spouse's aesthetic. 

I was seeing a dark, winter night. The wind is flowing around the dead but beautiful trees. Beautiful white snow is raining down from the clouds, and there is a haunted house. Well, that is how the rumors spread, but in that house was a single father with his sweet daughter, trying hard to survive in the winter. Though it was hard to survive time to time with rumors being spread, people coming to throw hate, and such, the only thing that helped them cope was the love they had together. Before, I check what the card is. Intuitively though, they give me the aesthetic of gloomy winter. That softness that comes from the winter days, the excitement that comes out when it’s winter break, and when you want to go to the fireplace and have a nice cup of hot chocolate while being sneaky and adding marshmallows for yourself. The darker days of the winter as the moon glistens over a river. Or when the days become cold you must isolated from your friends. This is what your future spouse’s aesthetic. It’s complex but that’s the beauty of it. They allow people to spread false judgments while they express what they love, their aesthetic. They portray softness while appearing rough, a contradiction that works beautifully like dead trees allowing the snow to pile on top of it. Eventually the tree grows back and blossoms once more. That’s the irony of your fs.

Reversed four of wands.

A smile appeared on my face because the energy matched. Even though it is reversed, it’s a siren (bird form) on an apple tree, as weapons, i believe arrows, are pointing at her and targeting her. Do you see the resemblance? The weapons are the rumors. The siren are the people in the house, or in this case, your fs’s house. And the apples are the love shared with the family. The tree is what your fs holding their family together. Their family has accepted what your fs change in their traditions/culture which has made them happy. Thus causing them being comfortable with themselves and wearing the aesthetic they like despite it being frowned upon. I am getting a conservative family with them, but the family was able to heal because your fs took the stand and changed their views. I heard the family had no idea of the pressure given to their children before everything went down.

How does their aesthetic make them feel in the future?

The first word that popped up in my head was refreshing. The biggest weight came off their shoulders; it will be so rewarding. Everything they wanted has already come their way, and to top it off, you will be their last reward. Their wishes are coming and you are the last wish. They are manifesting for someone like you; you are their dream person, and the thought of being with someone like you makes them go nuts. Think of the craziest TV show character you know and amplify it by 3-5 times. That’s the excitement I feel with them, but with a healthy mindset. It’s just something they have been dreaming about for so long, since their childhood or teenage years. 

Reversed seven of wands.

Yeah, so with the reversed seven of wands, this is about a turning point that will lead to a positive situation occurring in someone’s life. And you are their positive aspect. If they didn’t stand up for what they believed in and speak with such vulnerability and power, then you guys wouldn’t be meeting in three to four months. Everything would’ve been delayed. And as I channeled this, I kept hearing soulmates. I know all (other than the 3-4% who believes it) of you don’t believe it, but that’s what I am hearing. So if it’s not soulmates for you, then it’s a relationship that is meant to be.

Masterlist.

Pile III

Your future spouse's aesthetic. 

Two of wands.

Your future spouse’s aesthetic is daring. They like to try new things, always getting out of their comfort zone. Sometimes, they enjoy pissing other people off because they live in a traditional area. Wearing something that is provocative or very showy bothers the people around them, but for them, it’s similar to adrenaline. I see someone riding on a skateboard wearing ripped jeans, showing their bruised knee. A grin is on their face as they are wearing a crop top, accentuating their curves and body. People look at them with disgust, but all they can see is their reactions. People record them to make fun of them and yet, they do not care. This is your future spouse’s energy. They genuinely don't care what other people think of them unless it comes to you.

Their fashion is fun and bold. It makes you think about them as they stay on your mind. In terms of aesthetic names, I get punk and emo vibes and lots of tattoos or piercings. Someone has vampire teeth, or they add them in. For some, your fs loves wearing spiky boots or making their ponytail in a spiky motion. Others, think of alternatives mixed with cyberpunk. Very wild and bright colors too. They know what they want when it comes to life and their fashion taste, and they are very straightforward about what they dislike too. So when there is a communication issue, they will be upfront about it and you both can resolve it quickly. 

How does their aesthetic make them feel?

Ten of pentacles and queen of wands.

Honestly, they feel blessed that they are wearing what they love. When you live in a traditional area, it’s hard to wear the outfits or do the things you enjoy, but they were able to push past their fears and become confident. Their outlook on life changed drastically, and they became comfortable with their real selves. They also feel thankful for how you will accept their fashion. They felt hesitant around you because they assumed you wouldn’t like their fashion style.

Masterlist.

Pile IV

Your future spouse's aesthetic. 

When I was shuffling your cards, a card flipped by itself, and then it became lost. At first, your future spouse kept changing their aesthetics constantly. They didn't know what looked best with their facial structures. They have a mother who is into cosmetics, so they know how to work well with fashion, but the idea of being perfect has affected their mindset. ‘’Perfectionism is my downfall; I know that, but I am working on it.’’

Reversed strength and reversed the high priestess.

Their mother has always been strict with them. Always putting their imperfections on their child because they couldn't handle their insecurities. So your fs has absorbed what they said onto them, thus causing them to become a perfectionist. The high priestess reversed is focused on trust issues and a lack of personal harmony. Their mother pressure has caused a strain in their relationship, and the amount of projection has made your fs doubt their fashion style. That is why the card disappeared and became lost. That is their energy right now. Their aesthetic is kind of like piratecore mixed with richness. It’s very attractive and will make you feel flush. I see them wearing a corset tank top with a white blouse top, showing their breasts slightly, or they will show their chest and torso in a laid-back way. They will have black pants that are tight to accentuate their body and to match their eyes. They will wear a black steampunk or some type of long jacket with buttons resembling a pirate’s captain. It’s going to fit very nicely. They will leave their hair loose to create that effect. And I am also seeing that sometimes they will switch it and wear a suit while still allowing their chest to show. I'm getting a strong nonbinary aesthetic too. They don't focus on what is feminine or masculine; whatever appeals to them and makes them look attractive in their eyes is what matters. 

How does their aesthetic make them?

Reversed six of wands and the empress.

There is already a huge cliff between their mother, and their fashion focused on piratecore and rich/luxury has drifted them a bit. Their mother isn’t noticing their hard work to find what they like; they are supposed to be into only classy outfits. Everything must be hidden and modest, and they break that. So that has pissed off their mother. The six of wands reversed is about a temporary setback and a lack of recognition for achievements. In the future though, I don't see much of a difference between them so meeting their mother isn’t a likely occurrence. On the bright side, they love their aesthetic, which makes them love themselves more. They are able to rebel against their mother and find comfort in this. The amount of changing things up to fit their mother’s standards killed a part of them, and to be able to gain it back and become resilient is something they are thankful for. They have a strong connection with themselves, and it makes them want to learn how to make their own clothes or design them. But no, this is a hobby and not their major or what they want to have as a career in the future. I also hear that they find themselves to be beautiful now, and a huge weight is off their shoulder. In a way, they are their own mother now (accepting their feminine side and taking care of their inner child), and when you meet, they will prorate a nurturing and mother-like nature. Tranquility is what appeared in my mind; you will feel peaceful around them. A true gemstone amongst the fake ones. 

Masterlist.

[damiansgoodgirll]

hi, I wanted to ask you since it’s my birthday coming up could you please make a short with reader that never celebrate her birthday? And so Damian put a surprise party together for her and she gets emotional thank you so much if you do that❤️❤️❤️

damian priest x reader

taking this time to wish you happy birthday and taking this opportunity to say that today is my birthday too!🩷

‼️soft damian, mention of past family issues, i love damian with all of my heart ‼️

special gift

you weren’t expecting no parties or surprises, knowing that you never celebrated your birthday, you were used to stay at home and buy yourself a small cupcake with blowing a candle just to make a wish.

so when your boyfriend damian asked what you wanted to do for your birthday, you didn’t know what to say. he offered you cinema, shopping spree, dinner date out. whatever you wanted but you couldn’t find a proper answer “i don’t know…” you told him truthfully because you really didn’t know what to do and you definitely didn’t expect him to remember it was your birthday.

“what you mean mariposa?” he was kinda confused. he always celebrated his birthday, his siblings too. he didn’t grow up rich so he never had big parties until he made his own money but his family never missed to celebrate his birthday.

your family on other hand, never really cared, saying that birthday parties were a waste of time and money. you never got presents or cakes so when he asked you what gift you wanted you were speechless, again, for the second time.

“damian really, it’s fine…we could stay here and watch a movie, it’s fine for me” you smiled, a little sad because in all of these years you’ve never got to experience a birthday party but at the same time grateful because damian thought of you.

“are you sure?” he asked, not understanding why you didn’t want to celebrate “what about we go out just me and you? we go to that nice italian restaurant you like? we don’t have to go somewhere else, we can just have a nice dinner together and then celebrate at home…” he suggested. you lied if you said that you didn’t like the idea, you just didn’t want to be a bother for him, especially since your family made you always feel like it.

“you sure? i don’t wanna take too much time from you, especially since bash in berlin is coming up soon…” you were afraid, he could tell, he just couldn’t understand why because you never spoke to him about your personal life. he knew it was an unpleasant conversation for you so he always tried to avoid it because he knew it would make you uncomfortable.

“trust me…it’s going to be fine…plus it’s gonna be just me and you” you knew you couldn’t say no when he begged so nicely. so you agreed, of course.

a couple of hours later you were dressed in a pretty black dress, matching damian’s outfit as he was wearing all black too.

“you look so good amor…i can’t believe you’re all mine” he smiled against your lips, making you chuckle.

“you don’t look bad either señor priest” you whispered leaving soft pecks on his lips.

“we better get going or it will take two seconds for me to remove this pretty dress you are wearing and take you back upstairs” he said, his lips never leaving yours.

“i really hope you can do that after dinner cause i’m starving right now” you teased, making him chuckle.

“i’ll see what i can do mariposa” he gave you one last kiss before taking you out to the car and opening the door for you.

during the whole car drive his hand was on your thigh, making you shiver from time to time.

once at the restaurant you both took your time reading the menu and asking the waiter for more information about the dishes. it was the first time that someone did something nice for your birthday and you wanted to enjoy it. so you took your time eating, talking about the silliest things with him, laughing and chatting. when the delicious piece of cake you both ordered arrived, you saw damian taking out a little box from his pocket. it was tiffany blue box, and before you could say anything damian gave it to you “this is a little present from me…” and now you were completely speechless.

“damian…the dinner is enough, you didn’t have to get me anything…”

“i wanted to” he couldn’t explain how much he loved you “you’re the most important person in my life, i don’t know what i’ll do without you, meeting you eight months ago was the best thing that happened to me in years…i can’t explain it but you brought a light into my life that i thought it was lost” he was getting emotional, you were too.

so you kindly accepted his gift and your heart missed a beat when you saw a beautiful diamond heart shaped necklace inside of the small velvet box “damian…” you were at loss of words “it’s so beautiful”

“it reminded me of you” a tear fell from his eye but he was quick to wiped it away.

“i love it…do you mind?” you asked him, signing that you wanted to wear it immediately. he stood up and he gently placed the necklace around your neck “i love it damian…thank you so much”

“i’m glad you like it” he was genuine.

“thank you for all of this…this is the first time someone does something nice for my birthday” you confessed, you weren’t used to talk about your past and damian never pressure you to talk about it so he was grateful that you were opening up to him “my family never celebrated my birthday…or theirs, they always said that birthdays are a waste of money, so i grew up watching my friends getting spoiled on their special day and lying to them when they asked about my special day…i’ve always said that my parents were the best at making birthday parties, that they always took me out of town when in reality i spent all of my birthdays crying in bed…your necklace is the first birthday present i’ve ever received” he couldn’t believe your words. how can some parents be so mean to their kids? he never had big parties but his parents never missed one of his birthday, even now that he was older, his mom and dad would always come to his parties.

“i’m so sorry love…no kids should be ever treated like that, i know parties can be expensive…you know, my mom used to bake every birthday cake for me and my siblings since we got eighteen, and somehow she still does it, like a personal gift for us” he smiled remembering the old times. your heart ached for that. you couldn’t imagine growing up like that but you were glad someone was able to live their special day at its best “but i promise you y/n that from this day on you’ll never feel like that ever again, we’ll celebrate every single birthday from today and on, you’re safe with me” he said promising it to you.

“okay…” you smiled, thanking him for the amazing night he just spent with you.

“oh but the night it’s not over yet…if i remember i made a promise before leaving the house” he smirked, watching you blush under his gaze. he asked for the bill and left a generous tip for the waiter who assisted you.

you both ended up making out in his car “even if having you naked in the backseat sounds tempting to me, tonight is all about you love, let me take care of you…let’s go home” he whispered against your lips, leaving one last kiss over your cheek before driving back home.

you couldn’t explain how much you loved damian either, it was like you were made for each other and you were both aware of that.

[green-typewriterz]

hello 🥹 could you possibly write an unrequited love oneshot with art donaldson that’s actually just the reader being oblivious and projecting art’s actions and looks onto tashi

QUICK GOSSIP

Tashi Duncan/ reader, Art Donaldson x reader

Ask: hello 🥹 could you possibly write an unrequited love oneshot with art donaldson that’s actually just the reader being oblivious and projecting art’s actions and looks onto Tashi

summary: Art had never looked the your way… at least not while you were looking

Warnings: none really, reader is jealous i guess

Author Notes: hello ml! Thank you so much for this ask it was fun to write… its not ofen i do unrequited love oneshots!! I essentially listened to l’oeuf from the challengers soundtrack on a loop while writing the stairwell scene idk if you can tell.

word count: 1504

THE CAFETERIA

Art. It was always Art. You had been friends for a long time, growing up together playing tennis and deciding to go to Stanford to further it. He was someone you’d describe as your best friend. Though, you had always hoped there’d be something more.

Then, however, Art met Tashi.

Tashi Duncan was nice enough to you - though you weren’t sure it was in her biological makeup to be more than ‘nice enough’. The one thing you didn’t like (you hated admitting this) was that Tashi made you jealous. It was impossible to not notice how Art looked at her, his eyes tracking when she played or drinking in her outfits.

So, it did feel a little uncomfortable for you when the three of you would sit together at lunch and you didn’t know what to say. You liked to listen, sure - Tashi had interesting things to say - but you wished Art would talk to you. Or even just at you.

“Y/N hit a great shot the other day,” Art said to Tashi, practically gushing over you (though you were the ever oblivious fool toward this), “I was surprised it didn’t go straight through Mia’s racket.” He continued, talking about your match with Mia Lee-Kendall. It wasn’t a match you thought much of, sure you were good, but Mia wasn’t and so your win didn’t feel all that special. At least that’s what you told yourself. Maybe the reason you didn’t want to think about it that much was because of Tashi watching from the audience…right next to Art.

You practically zoned out of the conversation, eyes tracking Art’s in a sense of solemnity as he spoke (you weren’t even sure what he was saying anymore) and eventually, when Art leaned forward into his conversation more, you had had enough and stood up with the claim you were thirsty.

It only took a few moments for you to reach the fridge yet it seemed Tashi and Art were already in a world of their own, giggling about something. Giggling. 

You could admit that it hurt, seeing how happy they looked beside each other, whispering about something you were almost certain didn’t concern you. This assumption was answered when you walked over and the laughing stopped, Tashi turning to look at you as if there was some sort of joke you weren’t in on.

Art’s face was gently warmed, cheeks pink from some sort of embarrassment - though you weren’t sure why. The conversation quickly shifted to some other matter concerning tennis, though you found you weren’t really listening.

TENNIS PRACTICE

You had been practising the same backhand swing for the past hour, still not managing to get the movement how you wanted it - you were nothing if not a perfectionist. Maybe you would’ve gotten it eventually, but Art and Tashi had decided to grace you with their usual gossipping. It was the same position of leaning into each other, eyes darting across the room as if they were preparing for something big. It pissed you off.

“Want to play?” Art asked, lifting his racket up to show that he wanted to play a match with you. You didn’t reply, only sending a quick, distant nod and he crossed the courts, ending up opposite you.

The game was harsh, fast - not something Art was used to when he’d play against you. Your usual style was calm, calculated yet equally as powerful so this sudden shift to aggression caught him off guard. He tried to match your energy, but was stopped short when you returned the ball he had served with such force that he had to move out of the way - dropping his racket as he dodged.

He raised his hands, looking at you with confusion and annoyance. “What the fuck? You could’ve hit me!” He said, brows furrowing as he walked closer to the net - a sentiment you made no attempt to copy.

“You wanted to play.” You replied, voice harsh as you went to get another tennis ball from the side of the court. He scoffed, crossing his arms.

You finally turned to look at him and found him staring directly at you, eyes full with an emotion you couldn’t understand. Mother evening picked at your skin, raising your hairs as you approached again. It wiped the sweat from your neck, cooled the heat against your cheeks. “Sure, but that doesn’t mean I want a tennis ball shaped hole in me.” He replied.

There was no reply. You simply furrowed your brow and raised your racket, showing him you wanted to go again. Art sighed but gave in, heading for the back of the court once more. He matched the energy this time, hitting with force as you did (you could admit it made it harder to play, but you weren’t thinking of tennis at that moment).

All it took was for you to miss a shot and your racket was left shattered on the floor, its golden handle the only thing intact. You grabbed your bag and headed for the door, though that meant passing by Art on your way out.

And of course that meant he wanted you to say.

Art’s hand gripped your wrist, mouth centimetres from your ear as he whispered, “What’s your problem?” His eyes were set on yours, cheeks flushed from exertion. You tried to pull away from his hand but he only pulled you closer, bodies pushed toward one another.

“You.” Was your reply, one that seemed to shock Art. “You and all your secrets.” His hand released you now, trying to move to your shoulder in what seemed to be an attempt at comfort - something you didn’t let happen. Instead you walk away.

He follows, of course, arms trying to wrap around you in some sort of reassuring hug but your struggle proved you had no want for it and he acquiesced. Tashi was his resort, as if she would have the answers to his confusion.

STANFORD DORMS - BLOCK A - THE LIFT

You wait. The lift was a temperamental thing, but you were too tired, too annoyed to walk up the stairs. Instead, you leant against the wall, face still warm from practice that day. The lift offered a pathetic beep as the doors opened and you had to fight not to scream at who was inside. Tashi and Art stood there, silent and awkward - neither making direct eye contact as if you were some wounded animal.

“I’ll take the stairs.” You said with an irritated grunt before turning on your heel and pushing the door of the stairwell open.

Art followed behind you, as you had unfortunately expected and sped forward to stop you. That’s where the two of you stood, still and silent in the bottom of an echoey stairwell.

“Why do you hate me?” His question forced a new kind of silence into the room, a tension sitting thick against your chest as you found the words to reply to a question you never thought you’d get. Though, he had decided that you had taken too long to answer and asked again, though this time with more anger behind his tone, “Why do you hate me?”

Your words were just as sharp as yours, arms rising in frustration. “I don’t! I hate that you don’t love me.” You responded and he blanched, face contorting in shock before shifting into an almost invisible smile.

“I do.”

The word seemed to echo, and as his smile grew you stepped forward (though you weren’t sure it was by choice). “What?” You asked, words quiet and unsure.

Art smiled again, looking downward - you found your eyes flitting to the soft blond curls that fell over his face. “It’s um-” He began, seemingly trying not to laugh, “It’s always been you.” His hand rose to his mouth and he pinched his lip, a habit he had that you were especially fond of.

You placed your hand over your necklace, fiddling with it awkwardly and replied, “But Tashi-”

“Was giving me advice, trying to convince me to ask you out.” He laughed awkwardly afterward and you joined him, both of you leaning forward. You were willing to admit, it wasn’t your smartest moment.

He stepped closer to you, hand twitching, reaching out for yours. Art’s eyes, a beautiful mix of brown and blue, stared into yours, that same smile still playing on his lips. “I really want to kiss you.” The words were so quiet, so soft. You closed the gap between your hands, allowing his cool skin to settle against yours and he leaned in. There was a gentleness to it at first, which was quickly deepened as you moved closer. Your hand travelled up his neck, finding a place in his hair which elicited a shiver from him, a gasp. His breath shuddered as you kissed his jawline, head turning upwards. Art’s hands pulled you into him, fingers tickling gently against your waist. He whispered once more, through soft breaths,

“It’s always been you.”

[aclowntiny]

How Ateez Act Around Their Crush (Gender Neutral)

My first post!!! Hope you guys enjoy 💕

Hongjoong

♡ On the spectrum of obvious to difficult, I would place Hongjoong in the middle. He’s not totally fawning over you, but you’ll catch some hints the more time with him you spend.

♡ He really wants to make sure you feel included with the group, so if you aren’t talking or seem to feel uncomfortable then he’ll swoop in & address you or start talking about something you’re into.

♡ Will definitely pay compliments especially as you get to know each other better- small things like telling you you’re good at stuff or that he likes your outfit/jewelry 😊

♡ Definitely the type where if someone interrupts/teases him straight-up be like ‘shut up I’m talking to (y/n)’ DSFSGDGHSWF & if you get interrupted EVER will always come back to what you were saying, listening so intently & making deep eye contact. Rests his chin in his hands & listens, nodding & looking at you with a soft smile like you're the most important thing in that moment.

♡ Goes ‘may I?’ like a complete gentleman before taking your hand & helping you out of the car 💗

♡ Asks a lot of questions to get to know you better & see if you guys are really compatible, like what your dreams in life are, what you like to do, & what kind of music you like. Hongjoong will absolutely listen to any recommendation you give him because he sees music taste as saying a lot about someone’s personality or experiences!

♡ if you have a certain look/favorite color, Hongjoong will lowkey try to coordinate what he wears when he sees you to that so you guys look complimentary 👀 & maybe just maybe people will think you’re a couple & back off you

♡ He gets so smiley & playful when you guys are comfortable & hanging out/playing games 🥺 rather than tease you he likes cracking jokes & messing with others to see your reaction, grinning so wide whenever you laugh!

♡ It's too soon in his mind to put his arm around you, but he will occasionally, every now & again, put his arm around the back of your chair when you're sitting next to each other, just as a little sign to others even if you don't notice 👀

♡ The others tease Hongjoong because he can't remember shit but he always seems to recall things about you like your café order, which he surprises you with one day, or a style of bracelet you always said you wanted that he just so happened to find one of, here 🤔

Seonghwa

♡ Tried not to make it obvious that he likes you, but it is, just a little 🤏🏻

♡ He just is always looking at you with an awed smile & big ol shiny heart eyes 🥺

♡ SO. CARING. If it's cold, he'll be giving you a jacket, maybe a scarf too. If you ever get hurt or surprised, he's running right over to you to make sure you're ok even if it takes pushing another member or two out of the way.

♡ Tell him your favorite food & he'll try to make it for you!!! The next time you visit, it'll be his special surprise to share as he politely says he hopes you like it.

♡ Your biggest cheerleader. He'll be so honored if you ever ask him for advice or open up, & he'll use it as an excuse to tell you what a good job you're doing & how great he thinks you are 💖

♡ When he gets comfortable hanging out with you, he'll invite you to do more things, whether it's hanging out with the guys or something more lowkey, like helping him build a larger LEGO set. Please say yes it'll make him so happy to see you enjoying simple fun with him!

♡ Medium on physical touch, like he won't be touching you constantly but will probably offer you his arm to help you up & out of places or swing your hands a few times when you walk by each other as well as being the type to say 'oh, you've got an eyelash' & very gently brush it off your cheek 🥺

♡ Teasingly pouts if you mess with him, then gives it back to you, but never takes it too far because he wants you to know he's kidding, so he almost immediately tells you it's a joke every time.

♡ Always asks if you'd like to join/help him when he needs another person, hoping you'll be able to tell it's because he values your input & presence as well as that you give him strength & energy!

♡ He gets so happy whenever he sees you, smiling & speaking more softly just for you, hoping you know what you do to his heart by his romantic side emerging 🥰

Yunho

♡ Yunho is one of the best members at balancing showing that he likes you with not being overly obvious. He’s just so sweet with you!

♡ Always smiling of course! & he laughs at every single one of your jokes 😌

♡ Hypes you up whenever you do just about anything. Playing a game? You’re gonna crush it. Drawing something? It’s going to be beautiful. Flying to the moon? All you have to do is spread your arms.

♡ Lets you win every game you guys play, it’s so obvious sometimes like he practically would blue shell himself if it gave you the mario kart trophy 🏆 & then when you do win he jumps up & high-fives you & celebrated like ‘yay (y/n)!!!’ even if it was just a game of uno or something DGDGSCZSXV

♡ Offers his hand for a dance whenever something fun comes on the radio/someone’s speakers! Swings you around so playfully & tells you you’re doing great even if you step on his feet 🥺

♡ Doesn’t want to make you too uncomfortable with a bunch if physical stuff immediately, but does like to playfully bump or nudge you!

♡ Asks you the most random questions, like what animal you would be if you were one, if you could only eat three things for the rest of your life what would they be, where would you go if you could, just fun questions like that! Would love it if you bounced them back or came up with your own ☺️

♡ Yunho seems to magically appear at your side whenever you need help, whether it’s reaching something up high if you aren’t as tall as him or finding something right after you lose it!

♡ You call him your good luck charm & he holds onto that forever 🥺 it’s a new excuse to help you & be around you, he’ll say ‘I’m here if you need some extra luck’ & will visibly melt if you say you do!

♡ The only member allowed to give you a jacket if it’s cold!!! Please accept it, you'll see the most beautiful smile when you do!

Yeosang

♡ I hope you like eye contact because boy are you in for a lot of it. Yeosang cannot take his eyes off of you 👀 that’s the main ‘obvious’ thing he does, so how easy it is to tell depends on how you take that!

♡ Attentive to a T! He has a reputation for being in his own world a lot of the times but you ground him & give him something to focus on so he remembers everything you tell him.

♡ Will very sheepishly bring you your favorite drink or snack, shyly asking ‘you like this one right?’ with the cutest smile on his face.

♡ So shy with initiating physical contact bUT he must always be sitting next to you. The chair or couch cushion adjacent to yours is practically labelled ‘property of Kang Yeosang’ now.

♡ He likes to tease people a lot, but the old adage of ‘if he teases you he likes you’ is so not true here. It’s the total opposite; when others tease you Yeosang is the one saying things like ‘hey, knock that off >:(’

♡ Any time you’re out at a store/walking by a stand with hats he’ll grab the cutest or funniest one, gently place it on your head, & giggle. Shhh let him it’s his way of flirting

♡ Any time you have the choice of teammates, who to go with, etc. there Yeosang will be cutely raising a hand like ‘pick me!!!’ Please do he'll be so happy🥺

♡ If you initiate touching, prepare to watch the love-drunk smile slowly spread across his face. He’ll be over the moon for several minutes & you may need to repeat anything you ask/tell him.

♡ Another way you may figure out he likes you is that he's soooo the type of guy to fix his hair & straighten his clothes & try to get all nice for you!!! So if you walk in unexpectedly early you may see him messing with his hair a bunch hehe

♡ Yeosang is such a shy sweetheart with you, please give him lots of love & reassurance & laugh at all his jokes & comments ok??? He makes them for you & you'll get to hear his cute giggle whenever you appreciate him💕

San

♡ I’m sorry but you’re going to be able to tell DFGSWDFVCGHD

♡ Not that that is a bad thing by any means, San just wears his heart on his sleeve & feels big emotions!!!  It’s very sweet honestly because this comes in the form of him looking at you with such pure adoration & always hearing you out no matter what.  He makes sure you feel appreciated & have no shortage of affection!

♡ As you guys become friends, expect to be greeted each time with a very excited hug by San, who has the biggest smile on his face now that you’re here 🥺

♡ Absolutely the type when he has a crush to find ANNNNYYYY excuse to touch you, whether it’s being the one to hand you things so your fingers can brush, elbowing you to get your attention, or the classic, heart-fluttering (he sure hopes!) ‘oh, here, you’ll throw better like this *puts arms over yours to guide you*’

♡ Seriously, the way this man’s eyes shine as he listens to you talk, nodding softly as he drinks in every word about whatever passion or story you’re sharing this time.  He wants to know it ALL. That way he can remember things that made you happy or anything you mention liking or disliking!!!

♡ Will 100% subsequently suggest next time everyone wants to go out that they all get your favorite then glance over at you like 👀

♡ Probably cannot stop himself from outwardly expressing how cute you are if you do something that charms him, even if he just says it quietly to himself 🥺

♡ Shows off just 🤏🏻, like if you need help carrying something San’ll be there lickety split lifting it like it’s nothing & giving another of his 👀 glances, or he may even show off stuff he usually only does during performances or workouts! Will also do ‘cute versions’ of performances for you 🩷

♡ The type to text you pictures or videos of cute plushies or animals he knows you like saying ‘this made me think of you’ 🥺🥺🥺

♡ You give San so much energy he’ll always be smiley around you & ready to do new things to make you smile too!

Mingi

♡ On a scale of can’t tell to obvious, this man is O-B-V-I-O-U-S! But it’s the cutest crush you’ll ever see 🥺

♡ Speaking??? What is that??? How does words? Good job, you broke Mingi He wants to be all smooth & cool & awesome, but the moment he lays eyes on you his brain just goes !!! so he stutters a lot but boy is he smiling up a storm

♡ This goes away a bit as time goes on, but stuff you say still can & will fluster the heck out of him! In general, as you start hanging out more, Mingi just tried to internalize stuff you say, like he really wants to learn your sense of humor so he can makes jokes you’ll like 🥺

♡ Your laugh is his favorite thing ever, like whether you notice it or not when you’re laughing & having fun is when Mingi’s smiling the widest.

♡ You will never need anything with this man around as he seems to always appear around you offering you water, food, a seat if you want to get comfortable, anything you could possibly want!

♡ Will probably forget himself a little & just grab & hug you if you defend him from the guys’ teasing because he’s just so happy 🥰 then remember himself & pull away blushing a few seconds after hehe

♡ *does anything remotely cool* ‘(y/n)! (y/n)! Did you see that???’

♡ Totally a big puppy, like he’ll follow you around & stuff saying things like 'You need me to help too right?' or just wanting to see what you're doing. If you have a chance to invite him along somewhere, get ready for the puppy eyes!

♡ Mingi's the type to try to win your heart with 'props', doing things like playing with stuff he finds & posing with it to make you laugh or making plushies talk to you & give you the hugs & kisses he's too shy to 🥺

♡ When Mingi likes you, he has a sixth sense for whenever you're down or needing anything, so expect to get cheered up & doted on a lot by this loving man!!!

Wooyoung

♡ This man right here is a big toss-up & I will tell you why: does he flirt with you? DUH. Does he flirt with everyone? Also duh. So he’s half obvious as heck, half absolutely confusing in that sense because is he kidding???

♡ No he is not. He will insist at times if he really means it & you laugh it off, so that’s clue number one.

♡ You will absolutely receive special treatment though. He’ll let you get away with murder, probably letting you completely bypass the rules to whatever game is being played & when everyone protests just pull the ol ‘well they didn’t know’ card…but that’ll only fly under the radar so many times Wooyoung ;)

♡ Acts all cutesy around you but that’s just a pretense to put his arms around you or grab your hand ☺️👀

♡ Teasingly asks if you’re scared at any possible opportunity, movie, amusement park ride, etc. once again, just as an excuse to put an arm around you.

♡ Also the type to say ‘oh, you know you love me’ jokingly, but as you laugh he looks really hard for any sign you might actually 🥺

♡ Will grab your hand & run away with you to show you something cool he found! Wooyoung is always whisking you away to something which can be dizzying, but also heart-fluttering.

♡ Positively insists you dance with him. If you’re not a very exuberant dancer or are a bit shy, that’s ok, he’s more than happy to do a slower dance with you 😏

♡ Dedicates every noraebang song to you!!! Very dramatically. With a whole point & hair flip & dramatic half-whisper-serious-voice & everything.

♡ Asks you your favorite color, then wears it next time you see him with a wink 😉 He then proceeds to tell you it looks even better on you 😘

Jongho

♡ Oh boy I’m so sorry you’re going to have a hard time with this one. Man is not obvious AT ALL. He’s not actively trying to hide it per se, he’s just subtle. At least at first 👀

♡ Like, ok, he’s nice to you, sure, but he’s nice to everyone. You guys are having fun, but everyone is just hanging out & you’re not seeming to get any special treatment. But that’s just because you’re probably missing the way he glances at you every time he does something funny to see if it lands with you or his small nod of satisfaction if you get his joke.

♡ Jongho just isn’t the type to change himself for another person so he’s not gonna mirror you or throw himself at you, like you have to like him for him & he wants to see you as your authentic self too, so excessive flirting is kinda dumb to him. Plus it makes things awkward, so nah. He’d rather just be around you more & see where it goes.

♡ Likes to draw you into discussions, turning to you & being like ‘& what do you think?’ to show you he values your input. He’ll also just straight-up ask if you’re interested in something if it’s the topic of conversation, like ‘do you like that sort of thing?’ & if not, then the spotlight goes on you & what you are into.

♡ Will 100% up the dad jokes around you because your reactions are so funny. Please encourage him 🥺

♡ Jongho isn’t super touchy-feely, but any time you lose your balance or fall he’s the first one offering his hand. Heck, even if you only might fall, like you guys are going up steps or on slightly uneven ground he’s still offering you his hand 👀

♡ Will. Always. Hold. The. Door. Open. For. You. Period. You probably don’t notice, but if another member does it they’ll get a challenging look from him. Also the type of guy that stands on the outside of the sidewalk closest to the street telling you to stay safe 🩵

♡ You get first pick of everything, whether it’s what snacks are getting bought, what game is being played, first to play each round, etc. The other guys dispute it but Jongho ALWAYS manages to play it off like the discreet king he is. If you catch on, it just becomes a running joke so whenever he does it you guys just kind of laugh at everyone getting worked up & look at each other like 😏

♡ He will want to know what your favorite song is so he can learn to sing it for you 🥺🥺🥺 & after he does it he has the biggest smile as he asks if you liked it!

♡ Another small giveaway is the playful teasing, like sure Jongho likes to mess with people anyway but he never takes it too far with you, always keeping it light, goofy, & just so you can always see he knows you & is thinking about your mannerisms 😌

[cz19y]

Heyyy, I was wondering if you could pls do head canons with sae, rin, isagi, n shidou (separately) w/ a fem!s/o who is thick (big booty n pudgy stomach)? It can be either sfw or nsfw. No pressure tho, take ur time n have a good day! 💕

MY LOVELY ! [HCs]

Multiple × Thick!Fem!Reader

FT.: Sae & Rin Itoshi, Isagi Yoichi, Shidou Ryusei

∆ SFW/fluff & suggestive, mention of bad comments, hint of insecurity, mention of abandonment issues[Rin’s part], characters aged up, OOC[? prob], some of them will be quite short[sorry], first time writing thick!Reader, grammar spelling errors[?].

NOTE: I never had an ask before and I have NO experience in writing for thick!Reader, so, perdon me for bad writing (:’0

I tried to do some research/reference from other fics cuz I really don't want to get y’all uncomfortable with incorrect wording, perdon me once again. Aside from that; I was shocked when I saw that I had a surprise in my inbox[I was giggling and going crazy bc I got nervous]. I hope I got the request right ! Srry if not :0

[ Stating . . . ]

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ SAE ITOSHI

Glares and glares hard when someone makes you uncomfortable.

Likes to steal you from whatever is occupying your precious attention and makes ya take his afternoon nap with him.

Pinches softly your sides — finds it soft.

His fetish can be clear as a say behind locked doors haha-

No place on this earth is better to take a nap on your tummy.

He had no idea of what to do when you first got insecure — he’s aware he lacks comforting skills and for that moment, he was desperate to learn it for the sake of his heart to see you happy again.

Keeps you away from the public's eye if you're comfortable with attention.

But if you're okay being seen in public, he's also okay.

Although, he likes keeping you to himself.

His manager is tired of him running off or ditching him to some place because he saw something that you’d like.

I feel like he'd get a little jealous when you interact with Shidou a little too much.

Keeping you away from Shidou.

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ RIN ITOSHI

Takes notice of every outfit and his eyes soften every time he can admire you.

So pretty. So beautiful.

Thinks you're breathtaking and will shut down whatever makes you uncomfortable or insecure.

His words are sharp — nobody dares talk badly about you anymore if that was ever the case.

Rin craves touch if knowing him enough — watching horror movies while cuddling are the best.

Tries his best to comfort you whenever insecure.

“Don't let those lukewarm lowlifes get to you.”

If his lover worries about him going for someone better; just know that he’ll never do that.

He knows what it feels like to be abandoned — he’s somewhat emotionally mature[I think], Rin wouldn't get emotionally attached to someone just to abandon them.

“You know I’ll never abandon you, idiot.”

Reassures the best he can.

Likes kissing your gummy hands. Adores how they feel.

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ISAGI YOICHI

Hypnotized when you sit.

The fat of your thighs only makes him lose the goody-shoes manner he has.

Dreams of sleeping in between your tight.

Fetish aside, finds you stunning.

Really- he worships you with stars in his eyes and kisses all over his beloved, favorite girl without being asked or hesitant.

Likes cuddling after practice or a tired day. You fill out his energy bar like no one can.

A feeling of proudness washes over him seeing you getting along with his friends.

Slur Isagi can be found outside the field if anyone talks bad about you.

begs Talks to Chigiri to give him some tips with girl stuff cuz he has no experience with it.

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ SHIDOU RYUSEI

Absolutely in love with you.

No matter your form — thick, chubby, fat, — he doesn't care.

Says it's even better that you have that extra fluffiness.

Can't keep his hands to himself — adores how your tummy is soft and warm.

I can picture him taking a chomp out of you.

You're not allowed to feel insecure, not under his watch 🗣️🗣️

We all know he slapped your booty [more than] once.

His whole team is tired of him talking about his girlfriend — especially Rin, he’s ready to cut out his ears and fill out the hole with concrete.

Likes your tummy rolls. Finds them adorable.

You two can go nonstop about anything and everything half asleep while his hand caresses your sides.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Hurts Like Heaven

Fandom: Ted Lasso

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x F!Reader

Summary: You and Jamie were nothing more than friends with benefits…then Jamie realizes that the way he feels for you is more than friends.

A/N: inspired by the song I Think I Like You by The Band Camino

You and Jamie had been friends for a few years. You met through Keeley and he'd tried to get into your pants after they'd broken up. But girl code meant you don't sleep with your friend's ex unless they say it's okay.

Years later, he and Keeley still aren't together. It originally saddened Jamie, however, he learned that he valued her highly as a friend and he eventually lost feelings for her.

That's when you came in.

Jamie didn't feel ready to get back into serious dating, but he also didn't feel like going back to random hook ups like his early days. That's when you suggested a friends with benefits relationship.

The suggestion surprised Jamie, especially since you rejected him a few years ago.

You rolled your eyes at him, "Yes, but I've gotten Keeley's permission to sleep with you if I chose to do so."

His brows rose, "I'm sorry, what? When did this happen?"

You shrugged like it was no big deal, "Like a year ago."

"So you're telling me we could've been fucking for a year now?"

You snorted, "I didn't think you'd still be interested."

He grinned at you, "Oh, I'm still very interested."

It was nice. He thought the arrangement would change things but it didn't. He still texted you about the things Jan Maas said or a new song that Dani introduced him to. You two would facetime for hours while he was at away games until you both fell asleep. He used to be a man of not many words, but he found himself never shutting up in your presence.

You grabbed lunch or dinner when you could and instead of going your separate ways, either one of you followed the other to your respective homes and you had sex.

Some days, you didn't have sex at all. He'd come over with take out and you two would watch a movie. Or he'd help you cook dinner while you're both singing Harry Styles' lyrics at the top your lungs. He felt so happy and at peace with you.

It was great. It was nice...until you told Jamie that someone had asked you on a date.

"It's fine. We're not dating or nothing, so why would it matter?" he asked you when you broke the news.

You shrugged, "I dunno. Guess I-nevermind. I'm going to cancel our movie night on Friday then."

"What? Why?"

"That's when my date is. Unless...I cancel it?" You looked at Jamie like you were hoping for...something. What you were hoping for he didn't know, but he shook his head, "No, no. It's fine. Could probably go to the pub with the lads or something." He then pointed a finger at you, "But you let me know if he does something that makes you uncomfortable. I'll pick you up. Just say the word."

You nodded and give him a smile, "I know. Thanks, Jame."

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It's the night of the date. Jamie has been on edge the entire day and he's not exactly sure why. You'd sent him your outfit for the date and you...you looked beautiful, sexy, gorgeous. There was a pit in stomach when he realized that you'd never dressed up for him like that. Why would you? You two are only friends who also sleep together. Nothing that would warrant you to put much that effort...but Jamie wanted it.

Fuck, did he want you to dress that way only for him, to take you on dates and call you his girl.

Holy fuck, why did he have to realize this all too late?

Even when he went to a club with the lads, he couldn't stop thinking about you. He kept checking his phone every five minutes to see if you'd messaged him. The last thing you sent was you telling him the restaurant you were at and he'd sent you a thumbs up.

He stood at one of the standing tables, nursing a beer and just watching the crowd. His teammates were drinking and dancing with women, except for Colin who was dancing with his boyfriend, Michael.

Getting a bit anxious, he pulls his phone out again, looking at the thread of texts between you and him.

"Are you alright, Jamie?" Sam asks above the club's music.

Jamie sighs and pockets his phone, "I'm gonna step out for a bit!" he shouts back and Sam responds, "I'll come with you!"

They take their beers and head out to the back patio of the club. The music is still loud but not as much.

Jamie lets out a deep breath, letting the cool air encompass him. Sam nudges him, "What's going on?"

Jamie chuckles to himself, "Think I'm in love, Sam," and then winces.

Sam cocks a brow in confusion, "Why do you look so pained then?"

Jamie sighs and runs a hand through his now brunette hair, "It's complicated."

"Is it Y/N?"

Jamie's head whipped to Sam's direction, "How the fuck did you know that?"

Sam can't help but laugh, "You don't hide it very well when you're with her. You're...happier with her."

He scoffs, "'M not so happy now, am I? She's on a date right now."

"Why?"

"Some bloke from the IT department asked her and she asked me how I felt about it and I said it was fine. That her going on that date doesn't matter 'cause we're not exclusive or nothin' and now I fuckin' regret it 'cause I fuckin' love her!" after his mini rant he looks back as a smug looking Sam, "What?"

"I think the solution to your problem is very simple, Jamie."

"Yeah? And what's that."

"Tell her."

He's immediately shaking his head, "No. No. I can't. I can't. It'll ruin everything."

"I don't think it will."

"How do you know?"

"I don't, but I have a strong feeling it'll be okay."

Suddenly, his phone is buzzing and your contact photo is staring up at him. He looks up at Sam and his teammate is grinning at him, "Tell her," he says before patting Jamie on the back and heading back inside.

Jamie nods and answers your call, "Hey, you alright?"

"He was a complete prick! He yelled at our server because his pasta wasn't al dente and complained about me eating too much bread."

"Pft. You love bread."

"I love bread so much!" you sigh, "I'm having uber me drop off because there was no way in hell I was getting in the car with him again."

Jamie frowns to himself, "You should've told me. I could've picked you up."

"I texted you ten minutes ago and you didn't respond!"

Jamie curses and pulls back his phone going to the text thread to see you had texted him, "Shit. Sorry, love."

"It's fine. You can come over after your night with the boys."

"I'm leaving right now. Wasn't very exciting anyway. Want me to grab some food?"

You groan, "Yes, please. That meal wasn't satisfying enough."

Jamie finds himself smiling, "Alright. I'll be over in a bit. Get comfy for me."

"Waaaay ahead of ya. Tossing the dress in the hamper as we speak and pulling out my comfy clothes. Shall I pull yours out as well?"

"Please."

"Got it. See you in a bit, Jame."

"Right. Bye." After he ends the call, he heads inside to say his good-byes to his mates. Sam is giving him a knowing look and a "Good luck" as he walks out of the club.

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Half an hour later, Jamie is letting himself into your place with the spare key that you gave him. He places the takeout on the coffee table in front of you.

"Go eat. I'm gonna change."

"Thank you!" you holler as he walks down the hallway to your room and where you've laid out a pair of joggers and a t-shirt for him. He quickly changes and heads back to your living room where he sees you shoveling your face with the food he's brought.

He's smiling wide as he sits beside you, "Good?"

You nod, "Soooo good!"

He grabs your remote and plays the movie you picked, "Guess we ended up having our movie night after all."

You snort, "Shout out to Liam for IT for being a prick, I guess."

Jamie stills. His brows furrow and you see he's thinking hard about something. You set your food down, pause the movie, and turn to completely face him on the couch.

"What's going on?"

"I realized something."

"Okay...is this a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Depends on how you take it, I suppose," he turns to face you as well, "I...I think I like you more than I should."

"Meaning..."

"I'm in love with you. I think I have been for a while now but it just didn't hit me until you were out with that prick-"

"Liam-"

"and all I could think about tonight was losing you. I hate that you looked absolutely gorgeous for someone else. I hate that it was him taking you on a date and not me. And I hate the thought of someone else being where I should be."

You chuckle, looking away and shaking your head, "Jamie Tartt," and this is when Jamie prepares to be rejected by you, "took you long enough."

Oh. Oh. That's not something he expected.

"So, uh, so you-"

You lean in pressing your lips against his and when you pull away you're smiling, "I love you too."

"Oh. Great. Cool. That's-That's good."

You laugh, "Did I break you?"

"Maybe?"

You laugh more and he's smiling again. Your laugh is music to his ears and it's filling him up with so much warmth and love.

You pat his knee, "Alright, loverboy, let's continue this movie night , yeah?" you press play and you grab your food. You curl up into Jamie's side and he relishes in your warmth while you feed him some of your food.

A day later, Jamie posts a picture of you sitting across from him at the same restaurant you went to with Liam, with the caption: Dinner with me girl <3.

His comments littered with applause and congratulations from his teammates and fans. They all love you, but Jamie loves you the most.

[onismdaydream]

bro, I've been wanting to read a step brother for a while now and I'm SURE that only you could do something as good as I've been thinking. So, can you do one where Leon (RE2) is fantasizing about his little sister? imagining how he could fuck and abuse his little sister's big breasts 🥺

sorry i made u wait for a month but i finally wrote something :3 i hope u like it!! <3

tags: mdni. 18+. stepcest (siblings). afab/fem reader. masturbating (m). voyuerism (leon watches reader without their knowledge). he's obsessed with your tits obvi. not proofread.

He didn't mean to. Honest.

But he couldn't help but steal a quick peek as he walked by your room, your door open just the slightest bit. He could see your reflection in the standing floor length mirror, the one with those little strings of ivy wrapped around the top. Your room was always so cute.

You were rifling through your closet, the hangers clanging into each other as you pushed past each article, trying to find the perfect outfit. Leon couldn’t wrap his mind around the amount of effort you put into your appearance. You already looked perfect in his opinion, no need to waste all that time getting ready.

Biting on your sparkling lip gloss covered bottom lip, you pulled out a frilly skirt, a pretty shade of pink that you always seemed drawn to. Leon suppressed a groan when you bent down to slide your lounging shorts off, his eyes glued to your panties. They showed off your ass in just the right way, hugging your wide hips and barely covering anything. It’s like you were putting on a show for him, like you knew he was there watching you. Wishful thinking, to say the least. Knowing you, you would slap at his chest, calling him a gross perv for staring at his step sister before you would run off and cry to your daddy. And then he’d get an earful from his mom and that wouldn’t do.

He should really stop, walk away while he was ahead, but then you started to twist your hips to watch the material twirl around you. And he was fucking mesmerized.

It’s not like Leon didn’t know you had a nice rack, he wasn’t blind. Especially when you would wear those tight tank tops or those low cut shirts that you almost burst out of, or god that absolutely not appropriate excuse for a swimsuit you’d sport during the summer. Family trips to the beach would make his mouth dry and he’d have to run to the bathroom to jerk off at the sight of your wet body. He would never admit how quickly he’d cum, his hand covered in sticky white as he tried to catch his breath.

But this was different somehow, more authentic. The lacy bralette didn’t do much to support your tits, the slight movements of your body making them bounce. He wanted to stick his head between them so bad. Suffocate him between those massive things and he’d die a happy man.

You seemed content with your choice, nodding your head with a soft hum before you walked towards your dresser to find a top. Leon could feel his cock straining against his underwear, the tightness becoming too uncomfortable to ignore. Thinking fast, he pulled out his phone and snapped some pictures of you, your full breasts and perky nipples beginning to prod at the thin fabric, a sight too perfect to not capture. His eyes caught your own in the mirror for a split second before he bolted as quietly as he could to his room.

Leon slammed his door shut and immediately fished his aching cock out, gripping at the base as his head tipped back against the wood. He didn’t even need the pictures honestly, the image of your beautiful tits at the forefront of his brain. God, what he wouldn’t give to just feel them in his hands, to grope and squeeze the fat of them. They’re probably so sensitive, you probably cry out when someone tweaks at your nipples. Probably liked them being sucked on, too. He could imagine you pulling at his hair as he licked and bit at those swollen buds, your voice turning whiny as it always does when Leon teases you.

Maybe he could convince you to let him fuck them, let him slide his fat cock between your tits. All you would have to do is push them together a bit, just enough so he could feel your soft warmth surrounding his length. Surely that’s not asking for much, right? It’s not like it’s actual sex so it’s completely fine. Just let him use your body for a bit and he’d make sure you felt good, too. Leon’s a nice guy, after all.

He didn’t even realize how hard he was fucking his fist until he felt the familiar coil tightening in his gut, his mind running rampant with images of you and your fucking tits. It was pathetic, really, how fast you get him all worked up like this. It hadn’t even been five minutes and he’s about to blow his load, his tip practically drooling with precum.

The sound of your voice calling out his name made him tip over the edge, a loud moan slipping past his lips as his jizz coated his hand and dripped to the floor. He could hear your hurried footsteps come closer to his room, your palm banging on his door as you yelled at him. So you did actually see him, huh.

He wipes his dirty hand on his pants, stuffing his twitching cock back inside. He didn’t really care to listen to exactly what you were threatening or what insults you called him, not that it really mattered anyway. Leon had a pretty good idea of what he could do to get you to shut up.

[linphd]

Their S/O is a bimbo | Headcanons

female reader

-> Makeup, long nails, extravagant personality and fashionable outfits. Yep, here you are. Maybe you’re just a little bit dumb, but if you got into U.A you’re clearly very clever !

-> Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugou, Fumikage Tokoyami.

warning : a little big suggestive but it’s barely there!!! except for Tokoyami it’s rather suggestive overall hihi

Shoto Todoroki

how you started dating :

Didn’t realize he thought you were the prettiest person ever because he never really socialized outside of his house. He also only talked to you because your quirk was very strong and he saw you as some sort of rival.

Once he got socialized enough, and thus hung out with everyone, he realized -with the help of his friends- that he liked you. Would often catch fire when he saw you wearing other clothes than the school uniform. You found it adorable.

Straight up confessed to you when you had asked him to help with your training. « Midoriya told me it was the right thing to do. », « He’s right. I like you too. And I think you’re really hot. » He blinked. « Oh, am I not cold enough ? » and it sounded very funny to you.

while dating :

You teasing a lot and him going with the flow. Suddenly making out at a party at the dorms because you got randomly horny after Denki and Mina pranked everyone by sneaking in alcohol ? Sure, he will kiss you back. Would even caress your back how you like it so you can hug him all happy afterwards.

« Shotooooo ! Very hot today. Love your tank tops. » you would say, standing next to him. « Hi, love. You’re very pretty too. » cue to you kissing his cheek -he liked it a lot so you were used to little pecks not to make him uncomfortable, even though he never really minded following your flow.

Yet, sometimes you felt as if he was only doing so because he had no idea about social cues, and you didn’t want him to feel awkward once he learned about them. But when he got used to it, you liked to tease him a lot, even though he knew now when you were joking and when you weren’t.

Obviously, his family knows about you but only his siblings have met you. You’re not personally ready to meet his mom that seemed very traumatized to you and his dad, well… wouldn’t like someone distracting his son from hero work. Even less someone like you. You were… very distracting to say the least. Shoto learned it fast.

Katsuki Bakugou

how you started dating :

Actually, Katsuki never really cared about your looks. Sure, you were good-looking, but such as Momo, for instance, it didn’t matter to him. He liked your quirk. And you were often directly fighting him and bragging about your strength. As confident as him !

Never really realized he liked you before the boys pointed it out while they were talking about the girls in 1A. He would always get mad when someone would comment something about you, without even noticing. But still, it’s how he understood that he only saw you as his rival cause you could be a distraction from being number one.

It was at a party at the dorms to celebrate his rescue -that you took part of- that he confessed. He actually only started with : « Have you seen how short that dress is ? Do you want everyone seeing your panties ? ». You would pout a bit and pull them down. « Only saying that cause I don’t want pervs to try something. Me, personally, I don’t mind it. » and you started talking more.

while dating :

What first stroke you was the fact that quickly, Katsuki realized how pretty you were and how you two looked together for other people, and became rather insecure. Always drying his hands on his jeans before holding yours so you wouldn’t get sweat on your rings. Watching if his pants weren’t too low.

He would also remember how he never got any Valentine’s Day card in middle school, unlike Izuku. « Snap out of it. You’re hot af. Literally if I see you around with your hero costume I can’t focus. » you said. He arched an eyebrow. « What do you mean ? » he asked.

« It’s the face you do before fixing something on you. I don’t like it. I dated you for how you were and how you looked. » you said, poking his skin with the tip of your nail to make him stop -cause he didn’t like how it felt. « You’re smart for a dumb girl. » he only replied, rolling his eyes and holding your hand -without drying his before.

Overall just him showing his parents are fashion designers. « Got you those rings, they match that pink top you put on with the long sleeves. ». He would never say anything about how you dress but he would make everyone else understand that it’s not for them. « Stop putting your boobs in my face. », « It’s you laying on me to fall asleep. Also, you always put your damn pecs in mine and they’re just like boobs. Fuck off. »

Fumikage Tokoyami

how you started dating :

Well… opposites attract. He never really got any girl’s attention so he was flustered when you would casually tell him he was handsome and all. Thought it was a friendly joke. It really wasn’t. Even when you were straightforward he thought it was just your personality.

Sure, you were beautiful. But he never bothered being attracted to someone or even trying to pursue a relationship. He was very insecure about the fact that he had a bird face, and he thought he was too discreet for flirting anyways.

Well, maybe he was discreet, but you weren’t. Faced him to tell him you really weren’t joking and you really liked him. Proceeded to make a list of why you liked him. Made Dark Shadow emotional and applaud the speech. Also made you and Fumikage date after that.

while dating :

You think it’s so funny that he never really cared about girls and all because now he gets flustered at anything rather suggestive. Took off his cape during a training ? « Damn, Fumi, that was hot. », « (Y/N), we’re on the same team, don’t distract me ! How can we win if you do that ?! » leaving you giggling.

You knew he found you already attractive with the baggiest and ugliest clothes you could find. Cause « It’s not only your looks that are attractive, you know. I’m attracted to your personality and soul. » So it was very entertaining for you to go on a date with him with a rather nice view on your breasts without warning him beforehand.

It is lovely seeing you both outside, you all pastel and extravagant and him in all black, trying to seem invisible. On another note, you guys would share jewelry. He wouldn’t wear those little butterflies of yours or whatever, but you had some matching simple rings or necklaces. Which made you think about piercings -cause you had some, which he really liked.

« … So we both know you like my piercings. And we joked about how you could take them off with your beak. » you started. « That was very weird. But I wonder where you’re going with this ? » so you smiled and continued. « I wanna get my nipple pierced cause it’s pretty. Soooooo, you knoooooow… » you giggled. « Love, I…. don’t know what to do with that you just said…. »

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[pinovapie]

DRDT Headcanons!! (1/idk)

Decided to post some headcanons for various characters!! (there might be some mild projection on my favourites lol) idk if i'll do more for other characters?? Also, sorry for less Teruko HCs,,, i meant to do 5 for each but uh,,, you can tell who my favourites are i guess??

Also, disclaimer, these are headcanons!! I wrote these before Chap 2 Part 2, they may be disproven and become out of date in the future!!

Under a read more to not clog up space,, also TW: (unintentional) Self harm

Ace:

He grew up on a farm.

His parents had a ton of kids in the hopes that at least one would be successful. Whoever got the best test results/ won an award/ has the highest salary (based on age, idk how old Ace's siblings are) was the favourite and showered with attention.

This meant Ace and his siblings grew up willing to literally and metaphorically shove eachother face first in the mud to be the favourite child. There was a lot of sabotage, insults and threats constantly.

He struggles to form meaningful friendships due to trust issues.

He'll hold a grudge for years. He probably still despises and talks shit about some kid who stole his chair when they were 6 or something.

He used to love animals until one day he woke up and the world was more terrifying than he remembered. The comforting bark of a dog is now a horrifying sound that sends him spiraling with panic.

He's overly sensitive to light and sound.

He chews his lip, bites his nails and scratches his arms/wrists when bored or uncomfortable. Maybe that's why he always wears gloves, to do less damage?

Nico:

Sometimes when it's too much they'll go non verbal. They're fluent in sign language as a result.

They sometimes judge the things people name their pets. They'd never say it out loud but they think certain pets have really stupid names.

They struggle with tone, often coming across as sarcastic and fed up when they're being genuine.

If they get postively overwhelmed (like flustered due to compliments etc.) they make cat noises instead of speaking (like meows, chirps, etc.). They find in really embarrassing.

If they are in a downward spiral, they'll grip something (their cloak, hair, a soft toy, etc.) and just hold on to try and ground themselves.

Nico took a couple skirts from the dress-up room to wear in private.

In a non killing game au, they'd join Rose in painting more frequently. They end up preferring watercolours though.

They may have a journal where they might talk shit about certain individuals in the class.

Teruko:

Despite her trust issues and bad luck with relationships, she's a romantic at heart. It may take a while for her to admit her feelings but she'd like someone to give her flowers and take her to dinner just as much as anyone else.

She likes horror films because she can experience the thrill without being in danger. I think she'd also like those rollar coaster simulators since an actual rollar coaster would probably be too dangerous with her luck.

She loves sliced cheese because she can avoid having to cut cheese with a knife. Similarly, she'll spread spreads with a spoon because it's less risking than with a knife.

Due to constantly moving, she owned a couple of those plastic picnic sets (the plate, bowl, cup sets) and had to wash them frequently. As a result she's secretly super grateful to Hu and Eden for cleaning after meals because it's one less thing to worry about.

She had to remind Charles to seperate his dark and light washing a couple times, even after the initial explanation of washing machines.

Levi:

He's on the Asexual spectrum. Like he'd never consider it himself but if his partner wanted to, he'd be comfortable with it because he likes making his partner happy.

He's usually trying to keep the peace but he will argue with friends or customers if they try to pick/buy a god awful outfit.

He worked at a boutique before becoming a personal stylist. He kept giving customers unwanted fashion advice that made their outfits the talk of the town. Word spread and after a little while people started showing up for the advice.

Does not understand humour or sarcasm at all.

He's fond of baby animals but would never hold one out of fear of hurting it.

In a non killing game au, he'd probably find out peoples fashion preferences so he can get them suitable clothes as presents.

He's probably the only cast member to politely listen to Veronika's rambles without wanting to throw up. He'd probably get roped into movie nights after Arturo and Ace triple locked their doors to avoid such movie nights.

Various people have caught him raiding sweet foods (sometimes even just eating sugar straight out the bag) at like 3am on multiple occasions.

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Bitchy Besties: part 3

As Kate watched Tanya speed off around the corner and out of sight, she strutted confidently towards the school like she had seen Tanya do a hundred times. It wasn’t until she caught her reflection in the bathroom mirror that she realized what she was doing and finally dropped her bitchy facade. She had spent so much of the day as Kayleigh it was hard to shake her off entirely.

Retrieving the bag from her hiding spot she took one last look at Kayleigh in the mirror before stripping herself of all the elements that made her. The earrings, the necklace, the makeup, the clothes and finally the hair. The only thing she couldn’t take off were the new nails she had gotten but she made a mental note to at least file them down later.

All things that had previously felt odd and uncomfortable on her now gave her a pang of longing. She couldn't deny how much fun she had had with Tanya that day, having a friend who she was completely in sync with. But then she reminded herself that it wasn't Kate that Tanya was enamoured with, who she had found a kindred spirit in. No that was Kayleigh.

She should be happy to be back to being her normal self. And yet, getting home she threw herself onto her bed and began to feel conflicted and she couldn't understand why. She thought she hated girls like Tanya and before today the thoughts of being her friend was the last thing she wanted but something inside her was now pushing against that feeling, making her question herself.

Sitting up on the bed she looked at herself in her vanity mirror. She was at a crossroads. She could walk into school tomorrow as she had done for years being the same old Kate that others knew and ignored or she could strut in as Kayleigh, have a best friend and be popular and sought after. Looking down at her nails she had gotten with Tanya, the allure of the latter was obvious but she knew that she would be turning her back on the good part of herself and selling her soul to be a bitch. Could she do it?

The next morning Tanya sat into her seat in the back of her first class with her clique sitting around her. She should have felt like the queen she always felt like but for once she was feeling a little sad. She knew it had to do with Kayleigh. She had never clicked so easily and quickly with someone before and now surrounded by her betas she longed for the connection she had made with Kayleigh. Someone who upped her game. Another Alpha.

She looked around the class, considering for a moment the idea that any one of them could potentially be her bitchy bestie but her face quickly turned sour. The one silver lining was that the loser Kate who she loathed was apparently out sick as her seat was empty, although her creepy ex Cory was still here so maybe it wasn't all positive.

Tanya was daydreaming about transferring to Alpha Prep when their teacher called for attention.

"Now before we get started I have two quick announcements. First is that we have a new student starting today, so please give a warm welcome to Kayleigh." The teacher said starting an applause that was continued loudly by a now perked up Tanya.

Kayleigh strode into the class a vision in a tight black pants and even tighter black top outfit that she had bought yesterday with Tanya. Her steely gaze was only broken when she spotted Tanya and excitedly headed over to her.

"Rachel move over to that spare seat this instant! Kayleigh sits next to me from now on." Tanya said snapping at one of her insubordinates as Kayleigh arrived. Tanya stood up and embraced Kayleigh who returned the hug tightly.

"Oh babe I'm so glad you chose here, we are going to have the best senior year of all time." Tanya beamed as Kayleigh took her seat next to her.

"I just couldn't imagine having any fun anywhere else without a queen like you by my side." Kayleigh said.

"And now for the second announcement, I am sad to say that Kate, our highest GPA achiever, and her family have moved and so won't be joining us for her final year." The teacher said sadly before heading to his desk.

"This day just keeps getting better." Tanya said whispering to Kayleigh.

"Why? Who's Kate?" Kayleigh whispered back.

"Oh she was this loser nobody. As far as I'm concerned, this school got a massive upgrade with her gone and you in her place." Tanya said.

"I couldn't agree more." Kayleigh replied with a knowing smile.

As class was let out nearly an hour later, Tanya and Kayleigh were inseparable, walking together out of the classroom arm in arm while the rest of clique struggled to keep up. Kayleigh quickly asserted her dominance over the other girls and they fell in line loyally to their new co-Queen.

By noon the school was abuzz with gossip about the new girl Kayleigh. News quickly spread about her sexual history, her bitchy attitude and her beauty. The bullied lower class of the school had to know fear two mega babes.

“Tanya babes look at what this loser thinks passes for fashion these days, isn’t it tragic.” Kayleigh sneered at one unfortunate girl.

“Couldn’t agree more Kayleigh, her clothes, if you can come them that, are hurting my eyes.” Tanya replied coldly, shielding her eyes.

“You hear that dork, you’re physically hurting my Bestie, get lost before I physically hurt you.” Kayleigh said bearing down on the girl. Kayleigh felt her pussy tingle as she watched the girl flee. As soon as she was gone Kayleigh and Tanya giggled cruelly.

Before the end of the day the two of them could finish each other's sentences. Collectively they were soon known as 'Kayla', a two headed creature who was as formidable as they were beautiful.

However as connected to the hip as they were, Kayleigh excused herself near the end of the day for a moment and snuck into an empty classroom where inside she found Cory waiting.

"Alright loser you better have good news for me or I'll squeeze you puny dick into a cage. Although something tells me you'd only get off on that." Kayleigh snarled at Cory who had a strange mix of fear and arousal etched on his face.

"Y-yes of course. I hacked into the school system and added all of your, I mean, all of Kate's grades to yours. I also added you as a new transfer student and transferred Kate out of the school but you already know that." He said nervously awaiting her response.

"Good. Glad to see you're not entirely useless." She said distainfully as she turned to leave.

"A-aren't y-you going to t-thank me?" He said barely above a whisper but it was enough to stop her in her tracks.

"Excuse me?" She said wheeling around.

"W-well if it wasn't f-for me, you would h-have never p-put on the hair and b-become Kayleigh." He said, each word making him regret the last. In a flash she had her hand on his throat and was squeezing.

"Let's get on thing straight you pathetic worm, there is no magic hair, no transfer of power from Tanya to me or any bullshit like that. I just realised that I didn't want to be some loser nobody anymore, I didn't want to be an outcast freak like you. Kayleigh didn't take over Kate's body, Kate had stolen my body for 18 years. I just took it back, understand?" She said with genuine venom in her voice. Cory looked into her cold blue eyes and couldn't see Kate inside. He nodded feebly.

Dropping him to the floor, she walked slowly to the door still incensed, however she still needed him for one thing.

"Don't forget to hack into my father's workplace and give him that fat raise and promotion, I have a status to uphold." She said not even dignifying Cory with a look anymore but knew he was nodding intently. She couldn't waste anymore time, not when she had a school to run with her Bitchy Bestie.

THE END

[loveing-eyes]

hello! is it ok if i ask for headcanons with the guys with a girlfriend who wears short revealing clothes? everyone is always looking at her but she doesn't care, she just dresses how she likes to dress. with shoto, bakugo, tamaki, shinso, and monoma (if u write for him)

of course of course

• he wouldn't care what his s/o wears

• he supports his s/o in what they choose to wear

• he would compliment your outfits

• only became an issue when Mineta was staring at you 24/7 others would look but they wouldn't talk about you in a lewd way well at least not in front of shoto

• he would talk to you not really telling you to change how you dress but maybe block yourself from mineta's view

• overall doesnt care how you dress he likes personality over looks

• he enjoys you wearing showy clothing he can flaunt that his s/o is gorgeous

• proud you dont take criticism from others

• mildly annoyed at Mineta for looking at you but everyone else does who wouldn't babe your gorgeous

• though if Mineta started commenting on your body that grape kid may go boom

• he's overall really happy you feel confident to dress how you want

• also doesnt care how you dress your body your fucking choice

• will brainwash someone if they say something rude to you

• gets annoyed at people staring all the time but he knows its because you are pretty and it makes you more confident

• if he found out that tiny gremlin from 1-a was talking about you in a lewd way he would brian wash him into walking into a wall

• overall he's just happy as long as you are happy its not his job to judge you his s/o is his s/o however they choose to dress

• he'd get flustered easily at your body showing would never judge you

•he'd get sort of uncomfortable when people are talking about you

• sometimes feels like your trying to get others' attention though you aren't and he knows it's just his head fucking with him

• someone trys to touch you or says sometihng lewd he would use his voice for once

• overall he's iffy about it but he knows you love him and he doesn't think you'd cheat on him

[lizzy-calaxio]

Hey! Look at this! I found motivation to write! It's Krile and Lizzy stuff, with minimal spoilers to MSQ! It takes place a little before Endwalker, and mentions Sharlayan locations, as well as referring to events in stormblood, so if you haven't played dawntrail yet, you're fine c:

“’Introduction to Psychology’? Why, I’ve never heard of that. Who’s the teacher? Archon...Calaxio?! Well, this must surely be interesting. Let’s ask her about it, maybe it’ll be fun.” Krile speaks idly to herself as she fills out the semester sign up forms.

Later that day, she walks around Sharlayan. Finding a nice walk can be very refreshing after looking through numerous dense books. Sometimes, at night, she’s even able to walk around with her hood down, feeling the wind flow through her hair – the chilling breeze cooling the back of her neck.

While walking near the Studium, she sees a familiar large tail rounding a corner ahead of her.

“Lizzy! Hey wait!” Krile starts a light jog to catch up, as she turns the corner, she gets smacked in the face by the previously seen tail, “OW!” “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! This always happens, I’m very clumsy with my tail, I’m so so sorry, are you ok? Normally echo havers are safe…”

Krile, flat on her ass, looks up at the Au Ra profusely apologizing to her, spikey black hair with red-emberish highlights on the tips stand out immediately, “Uh, y-yea. I’m ok, thank you.”

Lizzy helps her up, and Krile can’t help but notice how different Lizzy looks in a professional outfit – a blue suit-coat, with black slacks and dress shoes. On her back is a set of nouliths. She grabs her tail almost like she’s scolding it.

Lizzy adjusts her glasses, “So what’s up? I heard someone shout for me, I’m assuming that was you?”

“Why, yes! I saw you’re teaching a new class next semester, so I wanted to ask you about it. I may sign up for it.”

“Oh! A-ah, well, you may or may not have heard, I got my archon mark recently. It’s in the field of Psychology. I’ve been called a pioneer, but that kind of makes me uncomfortable. Er, uh, it’s about the mind. Mental health, as it’s called. Ah, can we uh, keep walking? If I don’t make it to this meeting with Omi….”

“Are you sure it’s ok? I can do that.” she begins walking next to her, “So, mental health?”

Lizzy brightens up immediately, “Yea! So, there’s a lot of traumatized people in eorzea, right?”

“’Traumatized’?”

Lizzy stops for a second, and looks introspective for a moment, “Ok, right, new science. So, have you noticed that there’s an unusual amount of people that are sad? Or like, have you ever been speaking to someone and they suddenly lash out at you for no reason?” “Oh! Yea, especially when their intention wasn’t to hurt me, I found it odd.”

“So, these can be indicators of a troubled mental health. Depression is when people are so sad they can’t function normally or take care of themselves, traumatized people have perceived strange behaviours, but they are easily explained by examining the root cause of it, though sometimes there’s more complicated issues – That’s a lot to say, that Psychology is a study of the complexities of people’s minds.”

Krile’s echo gives her a bright surge of happiness and eagerness from Lizzy, “I see, that does sound interesting! You’ll be teaching it, personally, right?” Krile tries to hide a small amount of excitement. The idea of hearing Lizzy speak enthusiastically about something she enjoys for a length of time sounds absolutely delightful – at the very least, a better experience than feeling the dread and boredom from the teacher.

Lizzy stops walking for a moment, takes off her glasses and cleans them, Krile notices dark circles under her eyes, Lizzy smiles at Krile, “Yea, that’s actually why I’m going to a meeting right now – I’ve never taught anyone in a professional setting, so I’m hoping to learn from Omi.”

Krile senses good intentions, but… “Omi….Has a reputation around here, are you sure you want to learn from him?”

Lizzy nods enthusiastically, “He taught me how to be a black mage, so I know he’s a good teacher...Even if he’s a little…” she searches for the right words, “Well, you know.”

“I do indeed. Well, I think this has convinced me – I’ll be seeing you next semester, Archon Calaxio~” Krile cringes at her own attempt at flirting.

“Of course! It’ll be relieving to see a familiar face!” Lizzy beams a very bright smile at Krile.

Thankfully, it seems she’s immune to bad flirting. Krile decides to quickly leave before she embarrasses herself further. Though, she walks with a refreshed vigor and a light hum as she leaves.

----

The night before class starts, Krile has a dream. She’s trapped in a small box. She bangs on the walls, screaming until her voice goes hoarse. Her hands become bloodied and bruised from hitting the metal walls. She feels stabbing sensations at various parts of her body. She curls up, and begins to cry.

Suddenly, the box opens. A familiar spikey hair comes into view, retrieving her from the box. “Krile?!” The voice sounds desperate, scared. Her echo throbs, intense concern, mild relief, and...interest?

“Krile?! Are you ok?”

She feels a hug wrap around her.

Lizzy’s mouth near her ear, whispers, “I’m going to get you out of here. I’ll protect you.”

She wakes up, flustered. Sweating. Scared. Krile hesitates for a moment, then steels her nerves, and picks up a linkpearl.

“Hey…Lizzy?”

----

Lizzy sits at her desk, pouring over her books of psychology, her notes about teaching from Omikhle. Her forehead reddened from her hands being pressed against it. Suddenly, a linkpearl rings, startling Lizzy and spilling her coffee over her notes. “DAMN!”

She picks up her linkpearl, keeping her voice even. She hears from the other end, “Hey….Lizzy?”

“Krile? What’s up, is everything ok?”

Silence follows the question for a moment, “I...had a bad dream. It felt like...when I was trapped-” Lizzy stands up and gets herself another cup of coffee, “Oh no, do you want to talk about it?”

“No, not really...Can...Can you just tell me I’m safe?”

Lizzy stops mid-pour, “Of course.” she uses her calming magicks, hoping it works over the phone, “Everything is ok. You are safe, and secure. No one is trying to hurt you. I gave you this linkshell specifically in case you are in danger. I’ll drop everything to get to you. I told you when we rescued you, ‘I’ll protect you.’ and I mean it.”

More silence follows for another moment, her voice sounds more relaxed and even, “Thank you, Elizabeth. That really helps.”

“No need to thank me, I’m glad I could help. I never want you to hesitate to use this, ok? Do you wanna stay talking until you fall back asleep?”

“O-oh, no, I couldn’t! You gotta teach tomorrow.”

Lizzy crosses her arms, though the only one to see is Tango, “And you gotta learn tomorrow, I won’t let one of my students have her first day start on a bad note due to trauma based nightmares.”

“...Thank you, I...I’d like to talk until I fall asleep.”

----

Lizzy sits at her desk as students filter out of the classroom. There was a lot more people that decided to take her class than she expected. Though, she anticipates a number of them dropping the class. She sighs with relief, and slumps down further into her chair.

“I shall become a slime, I think.”

Lizzy closes her eyes.

“I think you’d be a very smart looking slime, then.” the voice interrupts her idle thoughts.

Lizzy’s eyes pop open, spying a familiar lalafell standing next to her, “Oh shit, uh, hey! You...were not supposed to hear that.” Lizzy nervously rubs the back of her neck.

Krile senses embarrassment, but places a coffee cup on the desk, “A present, for talking to me last night.”

Lizzy turns the cup, “’Sharlayan’s Best Psychologist’, it’s cute – I like the little lizzy face on it!”

Genuine happiness, Krile smiles, “Yay! I was worried you wouldn’t like it.”

Lizzy looks tired, “I love it, thank you, sincerely. Did you find the class interesting?”

Interest, mild concern, Krile reassures her, “I did! I’m surprised you fit so much information into the first class. You seemed to really enjoy speaking up here, though. It’s a bit surprising, considering your general attitude around the scions seems much quieter.”

Lizzy looks a little nervous, “Ah...I mean, This is an area I’m an expert in – and I like it a lot. I’m always scared of saying the wrong thing around the scions.”

“Well, I don’t think you should be too worried about that. You sounded brilliant, and I’d love to hear more of your….you...you talking about psychology!” Krile winces at the misstep.

Lizzy gives a gentle smile, “That’s very kind of you- oh! Lemme try the coffee, I was so distracted by the cup itself…” she takes a sip, and her eyes go wide, “OH! That’s absolutely delicious. This fucks!”

Sincere intent, Krile is taken aback by the exclamation, and laughs a little, “Well! I’m full glad you enjoy it! I’m...uh, gonna go to my next class now, I’ll see you tomorrow!” she waves as she runs off.

Lizzy sits at her desk enjoying her nice cup of coffee. Now drinking her 5th cup.

After a few moments, she perks up again, “OH SHIT I HAD A MEETING WITH OMI.” and she sprints off, trying to not spill her coffee.

----

The next day, as people shuffle into Lizzy’s class, Krile notices the cup she gave her sitting on her desk – steam still coming off the surface of the coffee inside. Her mood brightens immediately, and she waves at Lizzy after she sits down. Lizzy in turn notices Krile, smiles and waves, and takes a sip of her coffee. Krile suddenly feels a flash of romantic interest towards her, causing her to smile more to herself. Playfully kicking her feet as she listens to Lizzy speak.

After class, Krile once again walks up to Lizzy’s desk, “Helloo~!”

Lizzy, mid-sip of coffee, holds up one finger to indicate that she needs a second, after she finishes, “Hey Krile! How are you today?”

“Wonderful! I got some very good news today.” she smiles at Lizzy.

Lizzy tilts her head inquisitively, “Oh? What news?” Krile winks and holds a finger in front of her mouth, “Ah, it’s a secret, can’t tell.”

Lizzy gives an exaggerated frown, “Aw, nothing’s worse than a secret I can’t know!”

“Don’t fret, don’t fret, I’m sure at some point I’ll be able to tell you.”

Lizzy goes back to drinking her coffee, before asking, “Still enjoying the class? Today was a bit more dense, and I’m scared I may have turned some people off from the class…” Krile moves closer to Lizzy and rubs her back, “Oh, I don’t think it was that bad. I enjoyed it quite a bit, actually! The part about uhm...How breaking a bad cycle involves actually starting new habits to build new...neural pathways?”

Lizzy gives a weak smile, and gently rests her head on Krile’s head, “Thanks, at least someone paid attention. One person in the back straight up fell asleep.” she unconsciously starts rubbing her horn against Krile’s hood ears.

Krile suddenly recalls a passage she read about Au Ra and horn rubbing, and gets flustered, “M-maybe they just needed some coffee,” she gives a nervous chuckle.

Lizzy picks her head up, causing Krile to give a small internal ‘Noooo’, “Maybe so. I don’t wanna keep you from other classes, though. Thank you for the reassurance, regardless.”

Krile nods, and waves as she walks off.

After she leaves the room, Lizzy’s forehead smacks her desk, loudly, and groans, “I’m such a dork.”

Krile chuckles a little outside the door.

[lost-walmartbag]

Could you do Pete Thelman in the prom series please?

Warning: Swearing

Background: You and Pete have been secretly dating, and you have to try to get him to go to prom

Status: request open

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You've been seeing Pete for a while now in secret. It was a bit embarrassing for both of you to admit you were seeing each other. Pete wasn't as embarrassed about admitting he was dating you as he was scared about how the other Goths would react. Prom was coming up and you wanted to go with Pete but he didn't.

"Come on Pete please~," You say leaning your head back with a pout.

He was sitting on your bed with you on his lap. You were in the middle of painting his nails so he couldn't just get out of the conversation. He sighed and put his forehead on yours.

"No." He said kissing your forehead gently.

"Pete, please. How am I supposed to go to prom without my boyfriend?" You ask turning your body to face him.

"I can't Y/N you know I can't be around something so conformist." He said wrapping his arms around you.

"But wouldn't it be like super goth if you crashed prom and hung out with your super hot girlfriend?" You say nuzzling his cheek with your nose making him sigh again.

"I guess it would be pretty hardcore.." He muttered, making you smile. "Ok, fine, I'll talk to them about it, but no promises."

You smiled and kissed his lips softly. It's hard to say what was really holding y'all relationship together, but you two did care about each other. Pete didn't want to disappoint you, but he also didn't want to go against his core goth ideals. The next day he talked to the goths about it. They were sitting outside doing nothing when he approached them.

"Prom is coming up." He said sitting down on the grass.

"Yeah, where all the conformists will get wasted, party, and get pregnant," Henrietta said taking a long drag of her cigarette.

"We could crash it," Pete said a bit nervously.

"That doesn't sound like a horrible idea," Micheal said.

"We could burn it down," Firkie said catching Henrietta's attention.

"That's a better idea." Henrietta said with a slight smile.

"So we're going?" Pete asked with a sigh.

"If we're going to burn it down we have to." Micheal said.

Pete was pretty happy that he was able to convince everyone to go even though he didn't show it. But he knew you probably wouldn't be happy if they actually did burn it down. He was pretty nervous to tell you because of it.

"So how did it go?" You ask with a smile

"I guess we're going." Pete said, trying to make it seem he was unhappy.

You squeal and smile, hugging him tightly. "We're gonna have so much fun!"

He groaned and pulled away, making you smile wider. You knew he liked it when you hugged him and touched him, and he was trying to stay tough.

"How'd you convince them?" You ask him, making him a bit uncomfortable.

"Just told them what you told me." He said dismissively.

You knew it was a bit odd, but you didn't say anything. You were just happy being able to hang out with Pete at prom. After that, you began planning your outfit. You wanted to wear something you'd look and feel good in but also something Pete would like.

When the day of prom came, you and Pete decided to go separately and meet up there. Pete walked in with the other Goths. He was in a black button-up with a black and red corset around his chest and stomach, black dress pants, black dress shoes, and his eyeliner done. He looked around but didn't see you there yet.

"Are you looking for someone?" Micheal asked.

"No, I just-" He started before you walked in a long Gothic type dress.

You wore foundation a bit lighter than your skin to mimic goth makeup. You did all you could, and you embraced Pete's Gothic aesthetic, and honestly you, I felt good in it. The goth kids stared at you, stunned that you would dress like them. You walked over with a bright smile.

"Woah Y/N you look..." Pete started looking down at you with admiration.

"Goth." Henrietta said a bit confused.

"Fuck right. Guys, this is Y/N, my girlfriend." He said, introducing to the rest.

"Nice to properly be introduced." You say with a warm smile.

"You arent really goth are you?" Firkle asked.

"Hm, not really, but I do really like this. I think I might give it a shot."

"You, a conformist, is really dating Pete?" Micheal asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, he's not so bad." You say turning to Pete, who blushed lightly.

"They've been pretty cool not as conformist as everyone else." Pete said a bit nervous as to what the rest would say.

"Well, if Pete vouches for you. You must be ok." Henrietta said with a shrug and the others nodded still a bit hesitant.

You smiled brightly that Pete's friends seemed to approve of you. You took Pete's hand and ran off to the dancefloor with him. He reluctantly followed hiding a small smile.

"I think I made a good impression." You said wrapping your arms around his neck.

"They were always going to love you as much as I do." He whispered kissing your forehead making you smile.

"Did you just say you loved me~?" You asked with a giggle.

He sighs, knowing you weren't going to let it go. "Yes I did."

"Well, I love you too." You said, placing a soft kiss on his lips and rather than pulling away like normal he kissed back.

As you two danced, everything else seemed to fade away. You placed your head on his shoulder as you two danced when suddenly people started screaming and running out. You look up seeing the goth kids setting things on fire.

"Oh fuck I forgot about that." Pete muttered and looking back down to you.

"Well, let's make the most of it." You said, grabbing his hand and running towards the goths.

A/N: I hope this is good enough. idk im still a little out of wack. I'm getting treated, so that's good, but did yall know if an ear infection gets worse, it can spread to your skull? That shit scared me, so I saw a doctor, so that wouldn't happen to me 😋🤞🏼 and as of now which is like wednesday im feeling sm better 😩 anyway. I hope yall liked it, thanks to whoever asked for this, and I love yall. Thank you for reading 🩷🩷🩷

[lyranova]

hello !!

may i request nozel, fuegoleon, and yami with a plus size lover who’s insecure about her looks!! >\\\< aka me rjdjseksdn

(currently on anon but i’ll def interact with you later uwu)

Hiya anon! Of course you can, I hope you enjoy these! It’s only my second time writing for a Plus Size reader but I still hope you enjoy it 🥰! No worries no worries just take your time and feel free to interact with me on your account whenever you feel like it 🥺💕! I used to be an anon too so I totally get it, just take your time 🥰!

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Fuegoleon:

• Fue would absolutely *love* your curves! They were just so perfect and pretty and were just…completely *you*! He would compliment you every day about how amazing and beautiful he thought you were.

• He would compliment you in anything and everything you wore, and would give his honest opinion when you’d ask for it. But he would always encourage you to wear whatever you wanted!

• If anyone were to cut you a look or make a rude remark to you about your weight or what you were wearing he would firmly put them in their place.

• He would remind them that they were speaking to the Captain’s lover and that whatever they said to you they were also saying to him. He would also ask that the reflect on themselves, and that they needed to look inward before they judged.

• If you were having a bad day or needed to get away he would gladly bring Salamander out and the two of you would fly to wherever you wanted. All he ever wanted in life was to make you happy.

Nozel:

• Would also love your curves! He would tell you how beautiful you were and that he never wants you to change, unless you wanted to. He is a very loving and supportive S/O!

• If you asked him about an outfit or piece of clothing he would give you his honest opinion. He prefers it if you wear more “fitted” clothes since he can show off and boast about how beautiful you and your body are, but if you were to prefer more oversized clothes he would definitely support it and tell you that you look beautiful in anything!

• If someone were to be mean/rude to you he wouldn’t let it go. Period. He would point out that only a few centuries ago plus sized people were thought and revered as the most beautiful people in the world, and that most nobles/royals were plus sized. So before being rude and making dumb remarks they needed to look at themselves in the mirror and see if they were only projecting their own self-hatred onto you.

• In order to cheer you up he would make an eagle out of his mercury and would take you wherever you wanted. He hated it when people upset you and threatened to have them jailed, but you talked him out of it.

• He would take you to your favorite place and just spoil you. He gets you the best food, clothing, whatever you want! You deserved to be treated well and with love! Why? Because you were a beautiful person inside and out!

Yami:

• Would, again, just love your curves! He was a guy who liked for his lover to have a little meat on their bones. It meant they ate enough and that there was more of you for him to love!

• If you ever asked him his opinion on clothes or outfits he would give his Yami opinion. Which just meant that he’d tell you honestly if an outfit looked good or bad on you. Like Nozel he loved it when you wore more fitted clothes, but if you were uncomfortable with that then he would prefer it if you wore something else. Your happiness and comfort was of the utmost importance to Yami!

• If someone were to say something rude or mean to you? Oof they’d better watch out! Yami would grab them by the top of their head and would use his intimidating presence to put fear into them. He would tell them that the really “ugly” person was them and that they needed to learn how to respect others if they wanted to be respected. He would just go off on them!

• In order to make you feel better Yami would let you buy whatever you wanted at the restaurant! He would use all his money to buy all the food, drinks, and desserts in the restaurant just to stick it to the rude guy!

• He would apologize for getting carried away and for not knocking some more sense into the rude guy. But you would tell him it was fine and that you appreciate him standing up for you. He would give you a big hug and kiss before taking you back home!