#it’s like when people of color generalize and say white people- if the shoe don’t fit don’t wear it!

[luminiamore]

SHH.

older brother choso x babysitter reader

a/n: this was for someone who requested a reader with waist beads. had such writers block with this omg

warnings: sub choso, he says mommy like once

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Homeless. The word never came to mind when you juggled around the possibilities of moving out of your parents’ home. You worked a decent job; it wasn’t much, but it was enough to pay the rent and small utilities. You never thought about what you would do if you happened to not have a job anymore. It never seemed plausible.

But unless this was some elaborate prank from your forbearing boss, you’re staring at a termination letter in the darkness of your room. You’re fired. There’s the proof right there, written in a fine, bold red print. They needed to cut budgets- they had to let a few people go. There’s also the fake sympathies of ‘We’re sorry to let you go’ and ‘You were a great employee’— all bullshit, really. A poor attempt at making you feel better.

You should’ve prepared for this, should’ve saved for more than a month’s rent. But you didn’t, and unless you find something in the next two weeks, you will run out of food. You had little experience, you had only been working at that café shop for three months. You try to find the same position at a different place, a little bit further from your place.

“Why do you want to work here?” A sharp feminine voice blinks you of your thoughts. Your eyes swiftly turn to the lady recruiter, but you frown when you realize hers were shifted downwards— on her notepad.

Because ya’ll are hiring?

You decide to take the honest route. You need to pay rent; you don’t have the capacity to come up with a lie. Maybe she’ll take pity on you.

“.. I- Uh. I just got fired from my previous job and only saved one month’s rent- I like the peacefulness of working at a local café since that was what I used to do. Your company also promotes natural and healing ingredients; that’s admirable.” You choose your words carefully.

You hear a hum, “Do you like these things?”

“I do. I like taking care of myself in and out, even energetically. It’s why I have these waist beads. They’re stones each have different healing properties.” Should you have rambled like that?

Your waist is a target of her attention, and as you mentioned, a collection of colorful, small, spherical stones adorn your waist. At least seven of them sat snugly under your slender stomach.

You piqued her interest because the next twenty minutes of your interview were a deep conversation about the different meanings held by the stones you wore. Maybe you’re reading too much into it, but her tone made it seem like she was impressed.

She dismisses you with a, ‘Expect a call in two weeks.’ and a smile. The only one she’s given you since you got here.

The wind in New York was quite strong, so when your shoes clattered on the cement beneath you, you were surprised when a paper hit you right in the face. Your lipgloss held the paper in place. You pull yourself to the side after moving the paper, and you see something just as you’re about to crumble it up.

babysitter wanted asap, will pay $50 an hour!

And just under that, his Instagram and a small description.

my name is choso, and i need some help looking after my little brother. he’s 5 years old, very cheerful, and generally well-behaved. i’m only 20, and if i continue taking care of him alone, i’ll probably fail my classes. it’s just the two of us, so if you’re interested my ig is @c.kamo

In all honesty, you were already hooked when you read $50 per hour. Is he rich or something? When you type in his Instagram, you’re taken aback.

The man you see now is dangerously attractive, making you wonder if this is a prank. You click on his story and- how lucky are you? The piercings on his eyebrow, nose, and lip were a striking contrast to his pale white face. His jaw is exceptionally sharp, his lips are pink and full, and his hair is styled into two adorable pigtails.

When you press your finger to show the following picture, you audibly gasp. His abs were pushing through a tight black compression shirt. His arms are veiny, firm- big. Your Uber almost left without you because of how struck you were.

You fold the paper stu, put it in your purse, and follow him, deciding to text him when you’re home. You just hope he’s still looking for a babysitter, you don’t know how long this paper has been rolling around the streets.

As usual, the doorman greeted you happily when you arrived after a short ride to your apartment. The constant buzzing on your phone since you got here has reminded you of the potential job offer that came to your attention a few moments ago.

You’re pushing your pants down when you go to his profile again, and you stop abruptly when you realize the man who followed nobody followed you back, and he sent you a message. A smile slowly creeps onto your lips, making you feel giddy.

That was easy, you think. If you had known how easy it was to earn money elsewhere, you would have quit ages ago. It makes you overthink, worrying that this was another one of those sex trafficking schemes you haven’t heard of yet.

Choso sends you his number afterwards and instructions for tomorrow. You feel at ease knowing that the address he sends you is in one of the skyscrapers in Long Island City. He even sent you the apartment number and told you to use his full name so the doorman could ring you up.

That morning, he informed you of a few things about Yuji. He may be reserved because his previous babysitters didn’t appreciate his energetic personality. Though, Choso assures you that once he feels comfortable, it won’t be long until he opens up. You’re a bit sad to hear that those who looked after him before weren’t very kind and that Yuji would often complain that he would have to play alone.

You figured they only mentioned babysitting to get Choso. When you told him this, his only response was,

‘get with me? i don’t see why, is there something in particular they want?’

Yeah, what’s in your pants. Is what you wanted to say.

Yuji leaves you feeling surprised when you meet him. This boy wasn’t anything like a reserved one. You don’t believe he could manifest such a thing. When he came to greet you, he jumped on you, and you had to quickly pull your hands from your pockets and catch him so he wouldn’t fall. You’re chuckling, and your voice is comforting the little boy when you speak,

“Oh! Hi, sweetheart. Nice to meet you, Yuji.”

His smile is blinding when he looks up at you, “You’re pretty! What are those beads for? Are you my new babysitter? Will you play with me?”

Choso observes your interactions with his brother and how you answer his questions as if it’s second nature. The beads that his brother mentioned caught his attention the moment you stepped through his door. He’s ashamed. He feels utterly ashamed to admit that he’s been gazing at them.

Out of curiosity at first, but then he noticed the way they moved whenever you did.

Choso was not the type to indulge in lustful thoughts. He didn’t have trouble keeping his eyes away from the previous babysitters who arrived at his house in the shortest skirts ever made.

So, why is it so hard to look away from you? From your waist?

There’s nothing revealing about what you’re wearing. Your outfit consists of a flowing white skirt that touches the ground, and he noticed that a black tank top keeps bouncing up no matter how many times you try to pull it down. Despite this, he is still unable to look away. You look soft, the beads are loosely adorning your hips, and suddenly, he can’t help but think of how his hands would look there.

Choso blinks. Where did that come from?

He shakes his head, attempting to shake himself away from these fantasies. He has to leave. He will miss his class if he doesn’t leave his seat on the kitchen counter.

He clears his throat, “He seems to like you already. I have to leave now.. for class. I’ll be home in 3 hours, and there is money on the counter if either of you gets hungry.”

When he speaks, you notice the uncomfortable look on his face. Does he not want to go? Is he worried? Although you hope not, you are questioning yourself when he walks towards you on the floor and gives his brother a kiss, but then passes you without even giving you a glance.

Well... That was uncalled for. Yuji takes hold of your hand and leads you to his LEGO collection, preventing you from pondering it.

Choso doesn’t come home in three hours like he said. Rather, two hours later. He did let you know, though. He really wasn’t the type to do this, so it wouldn’t be fair to you if he didn’t. He tried his best to delay as much as possible because he wasn’t ready to see you yet. He was afraid of those thoughts from earlier and wasn’t prepared to come face-to-face with them again.

Alas, he had to. He closes the door to his apartment with a smooth click and is greeted with the sound of TV. He doesn’t hear much, but what he thinks is.. light snoring?

He makes a slow walk to the living room, and there you both are. You’re lying on your back, your mouth slightly open in a light snore, and your left arm is dangling off the corner of the cushion. Yuji is on top of you, also on his back, and is practically in the same position as you.

Choso’s instincts drive him to walk towards you both, and what he does next is entirely natural. He lightly ruffles Yuji’s hair to avoid waking him and kisses his forehead. He thinks you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, even with the few hairs on your laid black lace that covers your right eye when he looks up at you.

He brushes it to the side, immediately flinching back when you move your head in your sleep. What the fuck is he doing?

He rushes to get a glass of water, taking care not to make any abrupt sounds. He wants to let you sleep a little, he reasons with himself that he’s just being a good person. In reality, he doesn’t want you to leave yet. He refuses to believe he does not want to wake you because of his selfish motives.

“Choso?”

He jumps, almost dropping the glass in his hand.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. Yuji-” When he fully faces you, he stops short. The pictures on your Instagram had nothing on you, honestly. Both your skirt and tank top are now lower than when you came here, and he can clearly see your voluptuous tits. The cute pudge of your stomach wrapped by those fucking waist beads is also visible to him.

You’re still half asleep when you notice he’s not talking, so you don’t care much to interrogate him. Your tone of voice is one of concern when you say, “I put Yuji in his room, don’t worry. You okay?”

No. Far from it, actually. That is what he desperately wants to say. But how could he explain what it is that’s really wrong with him? He’s having unnatural thoughts about you, including your body and face. You might think that he’s a creep. Yuji seems to have a good relationship with you. What is the probability that he will find someone like you again?

He doesn’t want to risk it; he doesn’t want to take that chance. So, he answers you, “I’m great. Nothing is wrong at all. Did you, uh, have fun with Yuji?”

“Oh, yeah! He was great, he always had something new for us to…”

Whatever you’re talking about gets tuned out by Choso. He hates himself for it. He’s sure what you’re saying is important, he doesn’t doubt it for a second. But did you ever notice that your lips twitch whenever you speak? That you start playing with the ends of your hair when you suddenly become hyper-aware that his eye contact is unwaveringly on you.

He’s not looking directly into your eyes but rather at your entire body. His eyes would shift from your lips, then to your chest, but they would always find their way back to your hips. You had a hunch that he wasn’t really listening to what you were saying. And you catch on quickly, so you decide to tease him.

“I think if I keep stretching, I’ll be able to do the splits in a week. Don’t you think so, Cho?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah.” Cho? You already gave him a nickname?

Even though you stifle a giggle, it eventually becomes a full-blown laugh. The mere sound brings Choso to a smile before he covers his face sheepishly.

“I didn’t mean to zone you out, I just had a long day.”

“I can see that.” You finish your fit of giggles and move over to his fridge and check to see if you have any leftovers from earlier, “You should eat. There’s some leftover Chinese in the fridge, I can heat it up for you?”

He hurriedly takes his bag off and drops it on the ground before sitting on the countertop. “I’d have to pay you more for your services.”

“You don’t have to pay me, I can’t in my good conscience leave you alone like that. You can barely stand up.” As you microwave some leftover fried rice, you can hear him hum. All the while, his eyes never leave your frame- waist.

“This is actually the first time I didn’t have to rush home early.” He murmurs, his hand holding his face up while he admires you.

As you wait for the timer to end, you turn your attention towards him, “Really? Is that why you took your sweet time coming home?”

He likes how you say ‘coming home’, as if he’s coming home to you. As though you were living together. When he detects the annoyance in your tone, he frowns, “I apologized.”

You notice his pout as you hand him the hot plastic food container. “It won’t happen again if that’s what you’re worried about. Please don’t quit, I really-”

“Woah, I’m not quitting.”

You cut him off, and he can reply with nothing but an “Oh.”

When you gather your purse and keys, Choso watches- You’re leaving already?

“Yeah, you pay really well, anddd I like Yuji.” You were sincere. A salary like this shouldn’t be wasted because of a delayed arrival. At least he informed you that he would be late; that’s better than nothing. And it’s true, you really liked Yuji. It was natural for you to get along with him as if he was already a family member.

It’s endearing how Choso abandons his food to follow after you as you walk towards his door. “It was fun babysitting, Cho! Text me when you need me-”

“Tomorrow? Could you come again tomorrow at the same time?”

You’re momentarily speechless, but remember he’s waiting for a response, “Tomorrow?”

“I might need you for the rest of the week actually, I have a few finals coming up.” Choso is smart. He doesn’t really need to study for these finals, but he figures he can use that as an excuse to have you here, with him.

You stutter out, “Well- Well, I still have to go job hunting..”

“I can triple your pay. Quadruple it if you want.” He said without delay as if he hadn’t offered to pay you more than $500 daily just to spend some time with his brother.

“Is money just not that big of an issue for you?” You laugh, perplexed as to why this man is just throwing money at you like you’re a common whore.

Not when it comes to you, no. “No. Will you come back for the week?” His answer is blunt, honest, stoic even, like he doesn’t catch on to why you’re in such disbelief.

“I- I guess.” At that moment, he offers you a lazy smile and wishes you goodnight. He complemented his words with a sweet ‘You looked very pretty today, by the way.’ Allowing you to drive away in the Uber flustered and thinking about the entire interaction on your way home.

The next four days were the same: Choso left for class, you spent an afternoon with Yuji, and a small conversation and meal between you and Choso happened right before you left for that night in the kitchen. You assumed it would be the same when he asked you to take care of Yuji while he was studying at home.

As you neared the end of the week, those conversations grew longer…and more secluded. Choso is usually found in his room with his face stuffed in a big textbook and his notes. When you sat on his bed, he would move them to the side and give you his full attention.

“So, you’ve never had a girlfriend?” You repeat his statement back at him with a look of apprehension. How is that even possible? He’s hot, rich, and really smart, too. How come he’s not taken?

When he answers you, he doesn’t seem embarrassed, “No. I haven’t met anyone.. interesting, yet.”

You stare at the ceiling as you take in his words, “Are you saving yourself for marriage?”

“I’ve had sex once. It wasn’t memorable enough for me to do it again.” Choso’s face becomes warm when he responds to you. Is it even right for him to share these things with you? He is curious about your thoughts when you don’t speak for an entire minute. His body is shaking in anxiety while he is in his gaming chair.

You huff, sprawled out on his bed, “I don’t think anyone’s first time is the best.”

He raises a brow, making a sound that urges you to finish, “You need experience to figure out what you like and don’t like.”

“Do-Do you have experience?”

You smile and finally turn to look at the pale man, “Why, yes, I do.”

“…Could you teach me some things?”

Silence. Choso doesn’t know why he said that. He’s not sure why you guys are even talking about this. Maybe it was too soon? Maybe you didn’t see him that way? What if you decide to leave?

“M-Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. You don’t have to-”

“Sure, I’ll teach you.” Lifting yourself off his bed, you stop in front of the space between his legs. The physical struggle he’s facing to not grab you can be seen as he repositions his eyes on your waist again.

Leaning close to his lap, you place your hands on his shoulders, “If that’s what you really want.”

Your movements are slow, particularly when you put your ass right on his bulge, which has been there since you entered his room. Choso is at a loss with his hands, so you help by positioning them on both sides of your hips. He instantly squeezes and you can’t help but notice that small mewl coming from his lips.

“Is that what you want, Cho?”

His nod is swift and desperate even as his mind starts to get hazy. You smell really good, and the feeling of you on his lap is quickly becoming something he wants more of. His head is already in the crook of your neck, and his soft lips touch you before he tentatively sucks.

You gently pull his head back by his hair, and the sound that comes from his lips is raw and deafening. “Don’t go mute now. Use your words.”

“Yes.. please.” He’s panting, his eyes hooded and low as he gazes into yours. His words prompt you to gently press your lips against his, proving his resolve. He didn’t have much, or any at all, because he snatched your lips harshly. You’re gasping because of the sensation of his hands gripping your waist and pulling at your waist beads. He’s grumbling about how you taste and how you feel so much softer than he could ever imagine.

Choso’s breath becomes choppy when you start grinding against his bulge, and he can even detect your swollen lips through your shorts. His hands begin to creep up your body, and his fingers immediately pull down the top of your tank, exposing your tits. You weren’t even wearing a bra.

You swallow loudly when he releases your lips and lowers his head to wrap them around your dark areola, squeezing the other hand to ensure it’s not neglected. Choso gets lost in your taste and hypnotized by how you twitch and buck whenever he bites gently. He withdraws with a pop and swiftly leans down to fill his mouth with the one his hand was holding.

You gasp out, “Since this is a lesson, I should teach you how to-”

“Eat you out?” Although his words are muffled, you can still hear them clearly. You make an effort to chuckle, but he bites your nipples again, making you release a small moan. There’s no chance to react because he suddenly lifts you up, takes two steps from his chair, and sets you down on his bed.

Choso is prompt and hurries you out of your shorts and panties. The lace pair is flimsy and rips easily due to his strength- his eagerness. His face is flush against your cunt as he forces your legs apart. Even if you tried, you couldn’t move because of his firm clasp.

Your lips are gleaming and dripping on his lips, you are so wet. When he finally drags his tongue between your folds, he can feel your throbbing, “You taste amazing.”

His lips wrap around your clit and suck harshly, causing slight twitching and cross eyes. It’s impossible to think he only did this once. He’s sucking so obscenely and poking at your quivering hole incessantly. Choso is moaning against you like he’s been dying to do this. There’s no way he only did this once. You’re overwhelmed by the way he’s making you feel,

“Right there! Shit- Oh! You’re doing so- so good.”

At the praise, his eyes roll back, and his cock throbs against his boxers. The way he slowly pushes his middle finger into you is riveting, stretching you better than your fingers could ever. Your breath staggers as you let out a sinful moan.

Your hips begin buckling, your beads thrash as you move, and Choso has to put a heavy hand on your stomach to prevent you from running away when he accelerates his ministrations. He’s keeping you steady while curling his finger upwards and punching your G-spot over and over again. He adds another one and twists them, hoping to receive your praise again.

You wail out a beautiful symphony, “Yes- fuck! M’gonna cum. You’re gonna make me cum, baby.”

He loves the way you make dirty words sound angelic. He’s the one who’s going to make you cum, he’s the one making you tremble and cry out at the mercy of his tongue and two fingers. The pressure in your stomach is so intense that you feel like you’re on fire, like a dam is about to burst.

“Cum. Please, please. I want it so bad, want you to make a m-mess.”

Your head is turning as he continues to make love with your hole, kissing the hood of your clit with his rough passion. An earth-shattering orgasm rips through you, and your chest rises up and down as your back arches without much help. With your head thrown back, your hands scramble to grab his hair to keep him where he is. He was too determined to savor every last bit of your sweet essence, so he wouldn’t even dare move anyway.

As you stumble out, your body shakes violently, “Ah! You’re such a good boy, Cho.”

Low whimpers vibrate against your core, and you don’t delay in pulling him up your body and kissing him, moaning when you taste yourself on his tongue. He’s becoming needy once more and doesn’t hesitate to start grinding his fat cock against your thigh- his boxers being long gone.

He doesn’t pull away from your lips when he speaks, “Can I put it in now? Please?”

The way he begs is so sweet, and it makes you coo as your soft hand grabs his length to lead it to your sopping cunt. Jesus, he’s big. Abnormally big, how did he hide this?

You’re teasing him by slowly sliding his flushed tip between your lips, never going in. His moans are whiny, and his hips twitch every time he goes over your tight hole. Choso’s balls are churning, he might just cum like this.

“Please- wanna fuck you. Just put it in, p-put it- Fuck.”

His lips swell with a deep moan as you finally push his tip in. You’re so wet, so warm. He has to push the rest of his thick cock inside to feel you clench on him entirely, and he does. He bucks instantly, forcing almost half of him inside your dripping mound, and the stretch he’s giving you is painful but euphoric.

You have to silence Choso with your lips against his lips after he releases another pornographic moan, “Shh, baby. Don’t- Don’t wanna wake your brother up.”

You move your hips, causing him to slip the remaining inches inside you. He’s speedy in pulling back, bringing his tip to your entrance, and then slamming his hips against yours. You’re groaning against his lips, gasping every time you hear a slick noise coming from between your legs.

The sensation of your cunt being so warm and suffocating him back inside with a tight grip is making his mind go into a coma. As Choso gives you deep, sweet strokes, his hold on your waist is harsh, and you anticipate feeling sore tomorrow. He’s not going to last long, you feel too good.

“You’re fucking me so good, Cho! Harder, baby. Just like that, fuck me harder.” He follows your instructions swiftly as if he’s afraid of disappointing you. Your words are motivating him to work harder, to make this experience perfect for you.

He’s whimpering pathetically above you, his thrusts getting harsher and deeper when he fucks into you. “M’gonna cum. You feel so- Shit. Please- Please let me fill you up.”

“Yeah? Wanna fill me up? Beg a little more.” As you whisper in a daze, you’re spent and almost at your peak.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease- Ah shit! Please, mommy!” Choso moans into your neck while his hips bump into yours in uncoordinated movements. Your cunt is a perfect fit against him, he can’t get enough of it.

You were surprised by the impact a single word had on you. You’re wrapping your legs around the man above you, arching your back off the bed as your fat pussy squeezes his cock, releasing your juices all over his body. That’s all Choso needs to dump his seed inside of you, having to bite your shoulder to not release a loud moan that would surely wake Yuji up.

Choso falls onto you, both of your movements still, as your breaths are heavy and your bodies are dripping with sweat. You don’t speak but rather sink into his embrace and the aftertaste. He finally ends the silence,

“I think I know what I like now.”

You make a confused sound, “What’s that?”

“..You. I like you.”

As you prepare to respond, a faint snoring noise interrupts you. He fell asleep. You chuckle and stroke his hair in a comforting motion before kissing the side of his head. Your mind is brimming with unspoken thoughts of,

I like you too.

[shockercoco]

An Honorary Member

Benny Cross x reader

Warnings - fluff, unwanted advances (like one), some swear words

Word count - 2768

a/n -  request: "please please PLEASE do something ANYTHING for benny cross x reader but reader is a sweetheart and is kinda just a goody two shoes..." read the rest of the request here. It's funny how many of your guys wanted this, and of course I had to deliver. I really enjoyed writing this and hopefully this meets your expectations. enjoy :)

“Are you sure it’s okay that I’m coming?” you ask Kathy as she finds a spot on the crowded grass to park.

You look down at your baby pink top, jeans, and white shoes, beginning to second guess your outfit choice. Despite your outfit being basic, you still felt odd amongst all the leather and dark colors. Even Kathy wasn’t wearing anything bright.

“Of course it is. These people don’t care,” Kathy tells as she puts the car in park. “Plus, if it was a problem, Benny wouldn’t have asked you to come.”

Benny loved your outfits. He thought it made you stand out next to him, and he loved that.

“You and I both know he would’ve still invited me if it even if it was a problem,” you point out, causing her to laugh in response.

“Besides you haven’t been around the girls in a while and they're looking forward to seeing you again,” Kathy says.

All the commotion outside could still be heard loud and clear even through the closed windows. You knew about the people Kathy and Benny hung out with and their well known reputation – she was technically the one who introduced you to Benny.

It also wasn’t uncommon for you to see members of the club riding through the streets whenever you were out in public running errands, but you’ve never actually met them. Dating Benny and being friends with some of the guys’ girlfriends was the closest you have gotten to this world. Benny thought it was finally time you meet the club and he thought this outing was the perfect opportunity.

Kathy could see the look of uncertainty on your face as you looked down. “You look fine, don’t worry about it too much. These guys practically wear the same thing all the time, so who are they to judge? Now get the hell out of my car.”

Making sure to grab your homemade cookies from the backseat, you both start heading towards the group. It was your idea to bring the cookies, thinking that it would make it easier for the guys to like you if you brought something to offer. You kind of went overboard and made way too many, though.

As the two of you walk to the table where the girls are, you spot Benny at another table having a smoke and talking to some of the other members.

“You actually came,” one of the girls, whose name you unfortunately forgot, smiled. She jumps up to give you a hug, before taking the cookie-filled container out of your hands, “And you brought goodies.” 

“You would go straight for the food,” Kathy jokes as the girl sits down, allowing others to reach their hand into the container.

The girl shrugs. “Her cookies are the best.”

“It’s been so long since I’ve last seen you,” Gail, whose name you do remember, tells you. You go to sit down next to her, while Kathy sits across from you. “You should come riding with us one time.”

“You ride?” you ask her, your eyebrows raised.

“Well, no not me, but my boyfriend does,” Gail says.

You turn your head as she nods in what you're assuming is her boyfriend’s general direction, but all you notice is Benny walking towards the table.

Benny had noticed your arrival, but Johnny kept running his mouth and he couldn’t find the right time to get away. He eventually just decided to get up and leave because there was no telling if the conversation would ever end, and as of now you were more important to him.

When Benny had first met you it was outside of a bar that basically belonged to the Vandals. You were only there to drop off some money for Kathy for whatever reason because she couldn’t seem to get away.

You were hesitant at first because one: it was the middle of the night, and two: you would be going to a place where all the bikeriders hung out. A bar and a bunch of crazy men didn’t seem like the best combination and you didn’t even understand why Kathy would always go to such a place, but nevertheless she was your best friend, so you felt obligated to go.

You had barely entered the bar when Kathy had come running up to you and thanking you. You were about to tell her it was no problem – even though it most definitely was – but you got distracted by this man coming up behind her.

The tattoos and the unlit cigarette hanging from his lips should’ve been a turn off for you, but you couldn’t help but feel attracted to him. The hair, the way he walked, and the look in his eye just screamed confidence, and you found yourself not being able to look away from him. He gave you a smirk when his eyes found yours, and you immediately looked away as you felt embarrassment flow through your body. 

Yeah, you definitely had to leave.

“Did you want to stay for a drink?” Kathy asked you, breaking you from your thoughts.

“What? Oh, no I should get going. It’s late an–”

“Who’s this?” the man asks Kathy as he approaches the two of you, interrupting your sentence. He removes the cigarette from his mouth and stuffs his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket.

“This is my best friend,” Kathy looks up at him, “and she’s off limits.”

The guy laughs at her statement. “Aren’t you going to introduce me?” he asks her, but he’s looking at you. 

Kathy sighs as she rolls her eyes. “This is Benny,” she tells you before looking back at him, “but it doesn’t really matter because you’re leaving, aren’t you Benny.”

Well if Kathy doesn’t seem to like him, then neither should you. Right?

“Loosen up, Kathy.”

Kathy’s about to say something else, but someone calls her name. She looks behind her before looking back at you Benny. She hesitates for a second before sending Benny a glare and walking away.

“Isn’t it a little late for you to be out by yourself?” Benny asks, looking down at you and giving you this look. A look that gives you butterflies and makes you want to smile, but you resist. His gaze is intense.

“Yes, which is why I’m going home,” you tell him.

“Do you need a ride, I’m on my way out,” he raises an eyebrow. 

“No thanks, I drove here,” you answer.

“Hmm. Well I guess I’ll see you around then,” he smiles. He’s not asking, but telling you.

“I guess so,” you say. 

You don’t know if you’re waiting for him to leave or if he’s waiting on you to make a move first, but you both just stand there for a moment. You don’t know if it’s an awkward or comfortable silence between the two of you, but you can’t handle his eyes on you anymore.

Benny watches you give him a small smile before turning around and exiting the bar. He smiles to himself as he follows you out the door, taking his cigarette and lighter out of his pocket. He watches as you get into the car you parked on the side of the street and drive off, still looking down the street, even when you’re no longer in eyesight.

You were different from him, and he wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or bad thing, but he had to find out. You seemed so gentle and shy, unlike all the other girls that hang around at the bar. Benny felt drawn to you, even though the two of you had only talked for a couple of minutes. The fact that Kathy didn’t want him around  you only egged him on more.

He had to have you.

As you’re having a cup of coffee the next morning, you decide to look out one of your living room windows – something you always do. This time when you move the curtain aside, you almost drop the cup in your hand when you see Benny across the street. He’s leaning against his bike having a cigarette, and you’re wondering how the hell he found you.

And how long has he been out there?

You set your cup down on your living room table before opening the front door. Benny notices the door open and just smirks when he sees you walking down your front steps. He gets up from his position on the bike and walks towards you, flicking his cigarette on the ground.

“What are you doing here?” you ask him once you reach the bottom of your steps, and Benny is standing on the sidewalk. You wrap your sweater tighter around your body as the morning breeze blows past you.

You give him a once-over now that he’s standing in front of you and man does he look good. Why does he look so good? 

“Kathy gave me your address,” he tells you casually.

Your eyes nearly pop out of their head because that is so unlike her. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” he nods with amusement, “but don’t be mad at her, I kind of forced it out of her.”

“And you’re here because…?”

“Because I wanted to see you again. I’ve been thinking about you all night,” he tells you. Your heart drops and have to keep your jaw from hanging open because there’s no way.

You wait a second before asking, “How many girls have you said that too?” 

“One,” he smiles at you as he slowly walks towards you. “You.”

That was five weeks ago. You shouldn’t have fallen for that cheesy line, but you did, which is how you now find yourself at this picnic.

“Glad my girl came,” he whispers in your ear as he takes a seat next to you. He smirks as he notices goosebumps popping up along your arm.

“You two make me sick,” Kathy says, but there’s no animosity in her voice. She can’t help but smile as she looks between you and Benny because she’s never seen him like this. Before you, she’s never seen him so…in love. It’s obvious that you have him wrapped around your finger.

Some of the other girls around the table have smiles across their faces too as they witness the interaction too because they can also see the difference in Benny.

“Come on, I want you to meet some of the guys,” he tells you and you nod. He grabs your hand in his as he walks you towards the group of guys he had been talking to when you arrived, feeling kind of nervous as you see all of their eyes on you.

As you approach, one of the older men looks down at your hand connected with his and a grin slowly grows on his lips. He’s sitting at the table while the rest of them either stand around it, or sit on the table top.

“So this is your girl huh, the one you’ve been hiding from us?” the same guy asks.

Benny rolls his eyes. “This is Johnny, he’s in charge of the club.”

“Damn right I am, but that’s not important. It’s nice to finally meet you, sweetheart,” Johnny says as he leans forward and holds his hand out for you to shake. You give him a small smile as you accept his hand.

“We’re here too,” another guy says.

“That’s Cockroach,” Johnny tells you before introducing the rest of them, and pointing out some of the others that are walking around. “And this is Danny, he’s not like everyone else. He’s writing some kind of story or somethin’.”

You turn around to see a guy with a camera hanging around his neck approaching the group, a half eaten cookie in his hand. “Someone made cookies, you guys gotta try them.”

“And you didn’t bring us any? Not cool man,” Cal says.

“Didn’t you make those?” Benny looks down at you, nodding his head towards Danny’s hand.

“Um, yeah.”

“You bake?” Cockroach asks, and you nod.

“Well hand them over so we can try it before they’re all gone,” Johnny says, and you give him a nod before heading back towards the table where the cookies are.

As you’re walking, some drunk guy stumbles his way in front of you, almost bumping into you. Thinking nothing of it since a lot of the men around are wasted, you ignore him and try to go around him. The man doesn’t let you move far though as he grabs your arm and gives you a sly smile. Your face contorts in disgust and you try to jerk your arm away, but his grip is too tight.

“I haven’t seen you around here before, little lady. What’s your name?” he slurs, the smell of alcohol filling your nostrils.

“None of your business,” you tell him. You try to pull your arm away again, but the man’s grip only gets tighter. Your heartbeat picks up as you begin to panic, but there’s too many people around so nothing can happen. Right?

“I like your shirt,” he gives the bottom of your shirt a little tug.

“Stop,” you smack his hand away.

“Come on, don’t be like that, gorgeous. I’m just trying to be nice, the least you could do is tell me your name,” the man steps closer, getting into your face.

“Let me go,” you say sternly, once again trying to move.

“I think you need to be taught some manners,” the man glares at you.

From behind you, Benny sees the altercation going down and begins to come to your aid, but you do something that makes him stop in his tracks.

You smack the man hard, making his head turn to the side. His hand immediately lets go of you to reach up and touch his cheek, the handprint already starting to show.

A few people around who witnessed the scene gasp and laugh. A few whistles and hollers join in.

“You bitch,” he says, his nostrils flaring.

“I guess we both need to be taught some manners,” you spit, no longer feeling shy since there are too many eyes on him.

Apparently, the man notices the stares too because he backs off, but not without giving you one last look.

“Well damn,” Cockroach says amongst the group.

“Got yourself a good one, Benny,” Johnny chuckles, his head falling back. That makes Benny’s heart swell with pride.

“Remind me not to piss her off,” Cal says, his eyes wide.

Kathy comes up to check on you, but you tell her you’re okay. When you come back to the group with the container in your hand, everyone’s looking at you with grins covering their face. Benny shoots you a wink, making your face heat up.

“These aren’t bad at all, you gotta bring these to all the meetings,” Johnny says after taking a bite of his cookie, the guys nodding in agreement.

Now, you don’t know what you were thinking, but the idea of attending meetings hadn’t crossed your mind at all.

You should’ve known because a couple of days later when the club meets at the bar again, you’re right there with them, a few containers of baked goods in your hand. The men don’t waste their time rushing towards you when you first step foot in the bar, making Benny shove his way through the crowd to make sure you don’t get crushed. Surprisingly, though, you don’t mind at all.

“You better wait your turn,” one guy tells another who’s trying to cut in front of him.

“Fuck off,” the man answers and shoves the guy aside.

Benny grabs them both by the neck of their jackets and pulls them back.

“Gentlemen, please, let’s not act like animals,” Johnny calls out.

Word gets out about how good your baking is – and your altercation with that drunk man – causing the bikers to have respect for you. Whenever you need something and Benny’s not around, there’s always someone that volunteers.

If you need a ride to work because your car broke down and Benny’s not able to pick you up, Johnny’s waiting right outside your door. If for some reason, someone dares to shoot their shot at you, it doesn’t take long for the person to get thrown out of the bar. And when you get cold, several of the bikers offer their jackets to you, only for Benny to quickly throw his jacket over your shoulders.

Yeah, you could get used to this.

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[five-thousand-loaves-of-bread]

cumulus / nephos / “cloud” / ☁️

[plain text: cumulus / nephos / “cloud” / ☁️ cloud emoji]

[id: pastel fem looking person in pastel manual wheelchair looking down to slug in lap. there also slug on head n slug slide down skirt (don’t ask how). (all color pastel). person hair pink bangs, purple side hair, & blue low loose pigtails go below hips. purple eyes & medium-light ish skin. wearing bright turquoise ish color shirt collar with pink ruffles, & white shirt body with blue ruffles decorate, n green long sleeve cardigan over it also with ruffles. rainbow midi above knee skirt with white ruffles overflow from side of wheelchair. wear mismatch stockings, person’s left side rainbow stripes, n person right side turquoise blue with clouds on it. person not wearing shoes.

their wheelchair has yellow headrest, teal stroller push handle, green contoured backrest with supportive panels on two side lateral, teal to blue transition arm rest, orange big wheels with rainbow windmill candy swirl as cover & red push rim. frame is turquoise blue gradient to pink, has dump/slant, with yellow slug on one side’s turning point. purple fat caster wheels. attach to backrest is big white angel wings, & above arm rest has glowing yellow halo. their AAC device floating by them, has turquoise blue case with white cloud patterns. is saying “slug” icon. border of art lined with rainbow gradient lace. end id]

☁️.

(otherwise known as hate names terrible at decision)

VERY pastel n rainbow overload >:)

they level 3 autistic (“requiring very substantial support”) with high support needs—meaning they cannot independently do most adaptive functioning skills, needing other people physical help to do/do for them. they also need 24/7 supervision & physical help for all iADLs & bADLs.

they nonverbal & use AAC full time. their AAC is symbol based speech generating device.

their (most likely [<haven’t decided] partner who act as their) disability caretaker is hyacinthos shinya🪻🌌.

they also full time non-ambulatory wheelchair user with very specific posture & seating positioning needs so not out of it for long or really much at all.

angel wing on back of wheelchair is power assist! is magically powered by hyacinthos (who angel) & can be powered even remotely / far away. way control wheelchair & power assist part by intuitive / hand motions & gestures / etc, part by halo hover above armrest that act as joystick. can use it like traditional joystick or wear as bracelet n control that way! (gimme it i want one) (if you recognize this setting it may be because previous version)

they do mix of self propel, power assist, & caregiver push. their wheelchair have stroller style push handle instead traditional push handle for easier caregiver push, especially one handed.

is set in magical world & they do some magic (< haven’t decided]!

character not slug obsessed, artist the slug obsessed one

character sheet below cut!!

artfight character profile (VERY wip)

please do feel free draw them (with credit) n tag me!!!!!!

reblog welcome but please don’t repost

will fight you if debate about autism levels & support needs

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hi under cut

[character sheet. functionally described below]

top left is full character clothing (with wheelchair translucent in background) because in original there some key parts blocked by wheelchair especially arm rest.

skirt around waist have purple band with blue small ruffles. center have rainbow bow with rainbow star on top.

n also have front n back of AAC device. what drawn here is 5x7 grid with various colored squares showing different parts of speech but grid size more so because like. is how much could fit comfortably. so even when redraw n isn’t exact 5x7 with colors exactly right where is right now, is okay. colors & where they are based on own AAC device >:) because of course

design of aac device case basically same as above. back side just have bigger clouds. oh also device has handles. tho it float around so handles get used less. float around so don’t have worry about how to carry it how to mount on wheelchair etc etc etc it follows you it automatic come to your hand when you wanna say something (kinda also acting as prompting bc sometimes think about say something but don’t actually say in device) it get out way when you don’t want it. if only like this irl lol

bottom left is info about character already said

bottom right is wheelchair design

parts covered up by person: rainbow gradient side guard, blue contoured cushion.

n also drawing of back of backrest: when not in use, wings power assist shrink to small decoration on back. not big there all time.

also have stickers! sticker of nessie, banana slug, sheep, cloud, star, rainbow, & an AAC symbol of “AAC”

wheelchair may also have magical tilt & recline & elevate. how? don’t know!!! why not just make full powerchair? uhhhh like manual chair look better

n picture of irl windmill candy

border of art also rainbow gradient lace.

yea that all please draw them 🥲

praise me put lots work into them

pls be nice to them

[bloodymiso]

★ part 1: ma chérie — genshin impact x gn reader

the first part of a little series im making; “them as malice mizer songs”. i was originally gonna just put it all im one post but i made the first one a little too long..oopsies.

warnings: none ^_^

ma chérie ( translation from here! )

“ forced against my will, because of these stiff shoes. in the show window, that doll cannot move “

life was..confusing to say the least. strings they called “their path” tied them to faith, tied them to their destiny. “it is what it is” as what they would say. at the start, all they really knew was to conform to society’s..unique standards, to be what they “needed” to be. 

“ i might even try to be colored by these people around me “

what happened to them? well, they weren’t so sure. it was as if the universe sent them their own supernova, as if faith played around with the strings of the harp, perhaps they messed up a note? either way, something changed. you, maybe? who knows. 

“ let’s wait for a starry night and make a wish “ 

silence was what they considered “comfort”. though life will never be truly silent, as will the mind. calming nights with you, gazing at the stars, that was their true silence. the crickets in the background were nothing but white noise to their ears, to them, the silence was like music. 

“ ma chérie, are you missing me? “ 

days without you felt like years. they missed the sweet nothings you whispered as you held each other tight. perhaps a tear or two fell down their face as they let their problems spill out of their throat, not that you were one to take notice. 

“ lovers don’t have reasons, nor do they have motives “

i don’t need to explain this one, really. despite being “detached”, they had a pretty well understanding of what love was—to them, at least. they were in love with your soul, not just your body. every word that made it’s way up their throat would always come from the heart(not just their vocal chords).

“ look, the happiness spilling from that window. “ 

they kept intimate moments well, intimate. sure, pinkies intertwined here and there, an arm sometimes found its way around your body, but those simple actions could never come close to how they really showed their love. cuddles were shared, legs were tangled together so much so that if a toddler saw the scene, they would assume your two figures were one. 

“ the people all around me generously overlook me. “  

they didn’t like being the center of attention, you knew that. the days they could comfortably hold your hand in a crowd were ones they cherished. they love whenever you sit in the corner of a restaurant, just for them, or when you make sure conversations with your relatives are quick and straight to the point, so they don’t get caught in an auntie blackhole.

“ yesterday at noon i dreamt a bit more “

you set them into a trance, really. with the absense of your presence, they found themselves longing for the next page of the book. longing for the next time you’d nestle right into their lives.

“ these words i repeat are words of a prayer “

the millions of times the three words “i love you” have left their mouth will never, ever be enough. but perhaps the little actions they made, the little ways they showed they cared would help.

gi. SCARAMOUCHE. WANDERER (theyre considered seperate characters, right?). zhongli. XIAO. alhaitham. neuvillette(ish). ganyu. shenhe.

[sheltershock]

Currently thinking about the symbolism of orange with Sasha’s character. How it’s a metaphor present both in Sasha’s mind and lab/office of having a very cold exterior(black/white or greys and blues) and having the smallest pop of color in the interior specifically with the color orange.

The first obvious appearance of this is in his level. When he pops out of the trapdoor/hatch in his mind there’s orange light streaming out from wherever that portal leads to deer within. This is then mirrored in the sequel seen in his office, which has the same cube design with geometric framing. The general feel of the lab is cold and almost inhuman in a way. There’s no windows and all the light is artificial. But the small corner of his office is brightly lit and warm on the inside. And the couch and pillows on top are orange along with bits of the rug on the floor.

It’s also in his outfit. The dark pants, shoes, gloves, glasses and coat cover up the sweater he’s wearing that striped with tans and browns, earthy colors and a less saturated orange. Three places, that’s a pattern.

Then there’s the detail of where the orange is, in comfortable things. It’s the surrounding light for wherever Sasha’s hanging out when chaos is absolutely rocking his entire world. It’s in his turtleneck sweater, something you usually wear to combat cold. It’s in the couch cushions and pillows, something you usually interact with to talk a break or rest in.

It’s such an obvious metaphor. Sasha is such an intimidating figure initially, cold and detached from the world and others. But then you actually spend a little time with him and he’s actually a dork who cares a lot about the people he’s close with. The most glaring time is when he calls Lili ‘darling’ that one time in RoR, completely unprompted. For most the jet ride he’s barely acknowledging that she’s crying her eyes out and mostly has the air of “don’t make me turn this car around.” But then just out of nowhere when he gets good news about Truman’s location he just pulls out the “I think we might know where he is, darling” while clearly putting on the softest tone he can most definitely but imitating Milla. And it just shows that he’s been aware the entire time and just saying something now while trying so hard to be comforting is so much. Fantastic characterization.

I love all the small details in this series, even with something like color and where it appears and how that links up with the character themselves. Just wow. I love the writing here.

[omgthatdress]

Cécile and Marie-Grace were released alongside the best friends line of dolls, and are a pretty transparent gimmick to get people to buy two dolls at once. That being said, I actually kind of love their collection.

Their story is set in New Orleans in 1853, which is a pretty great way to represent the Antebellum South without having a Scarlett O’Hara doll. New Orleans was one of the few places in the south with a robust middle class. Everywhere else had tremendous wealth inequality with absurdly rich plantation-owners, barely surviving poor Whites, and slaves.

Cécile is of the gens de coleur libre, that is, the free people of color, a class of New Orleans citizens born out of the plaçage system in which White men would take women of color as informal second wives. Plaçees held a really interesting position, as they could legally claim inheritance once their patron died, and the children born of plaçage could be named heir of an estate. Plaçees were also allowed to develop assets and run small businesses. All of this created a level of generational wealth that was unique among African-Americans at the time. Today, their descendants are known as Creoles.

As far as Marie-Grace goes, I don’t think she’s Cajun, just French-American. Cajuns are a specific group, the Catholic descendants of the French colonizers of Acadia, now called Nova Scotia, who were forced by the British out of the home. They settled mostly in the fertile Mississippi delta, and maintained a rural, somewhat insular way of life. Marie-Grace is the city-dwelling daughter of a doctor, so probably just the descendant of regular French citizens who settled in New Orleans.

Hair-wise, this is the era when girls tied their hair up with rags at night to have fat sausage curls in the morning. Most photographs and paintings that I’ve seen of Black girls in the era show them with their hair tied up, but there are a few who had curls.

Marie-Grace’s face-framing curls are a little bit more Jan Brady than 1850s, but it’s cute on her, so I’ll give her credit for that. The long hair isn’t inaccurate.

There’s something about Cécile’s dress that keeps saying “wrong” but I can’t quite put my finger on it. A more accurate dress would be more along the lines of something like this:

(The Victoria & Albert Museum)

(The Victoria & Albert Museum)

(New York Historical Society)

Marie-Grace’s dress seems to have been inspired by this portrait of Creole children:

(credit to @in-pleasant-company​ for finding it)

Cécile’s pillbox hat is a style that was adopted more in the late 1860s and 1870s. A more accurate hat would also have her in a “coal scoop” bonnet.

Her gloves, however, are accurate and adorable!

(The Met Museum)

Marie-Grace is wearing a kind of sun hat that was popular for children:

(The Met Museum)

Marie-Grace’s fan looks typical of the French fans that were popular at the time. They were usually painted with pretty pastoral scenes instead of flowers, however, although Chinese fans at the time frequently had floral themes.

(The Philadelphia Museum of Art)

(The Victoria & Albert Museum)

The shoes are definitely late Victorian rather than 1850s. Fine city ladies in the 1850s would be wearing boots made out of silk with leather soles:

(The Met Museum)

[ribroses]

VS SHOW FASHION REVIEW: PART TWO

THESE ARE WINGS: Joan Smalls

I don’t love the top, and the underwear is okay, but theeeese are angels wings. I also love her hair, it’s does give angel goddess, while also being different than a classic blowout.

As a side note: I love the classic VS blowouts, but I don’t love the criticism some people are giving that everyone needs a blowout. One of the big problems with original VS was trying to make every model look like a white westerner. It looks beautiful on the people who want it, but I love that they finally let some POC models letting their natural hair shine. Again, I am the LAST person who is anti blowout, but I’m glad the models who have come out saying they will only walk with their natural hair can join too.

This is also very general criticism, I know some people just wanted more blowouts, and aren’t pushing for everyone to have a blowout. 🤍🩷🤍

VS PINK: Blesnya Minher, Taylor Hill, Devyn Garcia, Awar Odhiang.

I like that they added dresses and skirts this year, some missed the mark, but I think they will get better as the years go by. One of the dresses that did work was Blesnya’s. I love the fringe that was flowing as she walked. Her hair and makeup are gorgeous, the lip color is perfect.

Taylor Hill, I’m a little iffy about this one. I always love a classic VS pink and white stripped look, but this is a little….meh. I think it’s one of those looks that I have to ask myself, is it beautiful, or is the person wearing it beautiful? I do like the bra and although the wings are a bit modest, they’re cute. And I’m glad they let her wear her short hair, it’s beautiful.

I love Devyn’s cross body dress, the bra and wings are a little basic, but still cute.

AWARRRRRR, she was given this overcoat and she WORKED it. It’s pretty in general, but she knows how to wear it perfectly. I couldn’t see it on anyone else.

MY QUEENS: Imaan Hammam, Jasmine Tookes, Anok Yai

I’m a little biased, because these are some of my favorite models–Jasmine has always been one of my fav angels, but I do love these looks.

I posted about Imaan right after I saw her, she was the first person to walk after Gigi opened. She looks stunning. I love the hair and coat (could you call that a coat? lol) I like that the show started and ended with a big coat with more simple lingerie.

JASMINNNEE, my queen. I hateee that they didn’t give her screen time!!! They showed her for like .5 seconds when she’s a literal angel…one of the reason I was watching was for her lol. I do like the light blue on her, I’m not sure how I feel about the wrap around her body, it’s another situation like Taylor Hill’s, where I don’t know if the wrap is beautiful, or if it’s just Jasmine being able to pull off anything. I wish she had bigger wings too…maybe some tall, wide wings with the blue fringe.

Anok…my queen, my love, my beloved. I loooove the hair and the shoes. It’s a small detail, but I feel like the strap on her wings look very pretty lol.

FINAL FAV: Maty Fall

I’ll end it on another one of my favs of the night. I absolutely adore Maty’s top and sleep shorts. She looks so angelic. I don’t love the wings, they look a little cheap, but with different wings, this look could be perfect. I also think the top and shorts could be worn to a fashion show as a regular outfit.

[lovecraftian-lolita]

Where to start as a (plus size) lolita (Part 5)

Anatomy of a proper Lolita Coordinate

What is a coordinate?

A coordinate (usually shortened to coord) is what your whole outfit is. This applies to every fashion of course, but we’ll be focusing specifically on lolita fashion specifically. This includes everything from your dress to shoes to petticoat to even your accessories and hair and makeup. Making a coordinate can seem a bit daunting, especially for a beginner who may not know where to start. Since lolita is a bit of a strict fashion on what applies and what doesn’t, I’m making this guide to give newbies a general idea of how to make proper coordinates (which can give you an idea on what you’ll be needing to acquire).

For this guide, I will be using a sweet lolita coord as an example, but this information applies to every sub style.

Note: Not every single piece I list is 100% needed or required, of course, you should take note of the weather and other conditions you will be facing when wearing lolita.

1. Petticoat

This is the foundation of your coord and a good portion of what makes lolita fashion, lolita fashion! A good solid petticoat should be about the length of your dress which is usually around 45cm. Most lolita dresses/skirts will be around that length, especially brand dresses but keep an eye on measurements. You don’t want a petticoat too deflated, too long, or too short of the silhouette of the dress/skirt will NOT look right.

2. Main Piece

This is your main piece! And most likely your focal point! This is the other part of what makes Lolita fashion, Lolita fashion! There are a few types of main pieces and depending on what you choose to wear can determine what other pieces you add to your coordinate. With an OP (one piece) you don’t need to add a blouse (but some people do, especially as a trend quite a few years back). However, with a JSK and a skirt, you’ll be needing a blouse under the dress/skirt. This also determines the type of blouse you might wear under these items which is extremely important as well. I recommend looking at the colors you choose for your main piece and using that color palette to help you make decisions on the other colors you want to add to your coordinate. (Sounds complex, but just make sure the colors match/or are the same color palette).

3. Blouse

You can't get very far without a good blouse! You wear these under your main piece and they again, vary in style and length. There's not much to say other than they're essential and without one, you'll be floundering around. The main color people wear for a blouse is white since it goes with most pieces. However, depending on your style other colors would suit a coord better like pink, black, or even brown! The sky is the limit with blouse types, it's just a difficult decision to pick your favorites suited for the wardrobe you want.

4. Legwear What's a good coord without a cute pair of socks? Socks come in 3 different lengths, not including tights. There are ankle socks, under-the-knee socks (UTKs), and over-the-knee socks (OTKs).

5. Shoes

Who could forget the other essential, shoes? Lolita shoes come in several heights and styles, many working very well with lolita! As long as they are not sneakers (especially dirty or ruined ones), nice looking dressy shoes are key to pulling off a cohesive nice coord. There are TONS of different shoe types, the hard part is finding the right one that suits you! Custom options are available as well!

Final Note:

As always, I could go on, but these pieces are what give you a basic lolita coordinate. A more versatile wardrobe will allow your pieces to be stretched further in your coordinates. As long as your coordinates have these basic steps and features, you are a lolita. When you master the basics, then you can experiment with your coords as well!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

[underthetree845]

Attack on Titan Characters’ Halloween Costumes (Headcannons)

What I think each of the Attack on Titan characters would dress up as for Halloween.

(Yes I know it’s June but I just had to get this out of my system)

Cws: modern au, college au, Halloween, I don't know what to put here really

Includes: Eren Jeager, Armin Arlert, Mikasa Ackerman, Jean Kirschtein, Sasha Braus, Niccolo, Connie Springer, Historia Reiss, Ymir, Marco Bott

Summary: What would some of the Attack on Titan characters wear if they all attended a Halloween party together in a modern au?

Eren- Solider

I’m seeing camouflage pants, a black compression shirt, combat boots, and maybe even those metal tags that soldiers wear around their neck. Mikasa is absolutely in love with the look, and jots it down in hopes of accidentally matching with him next year. Eren idolized the whole solider thing as a kid.

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Armin- Milo Thatch from the animated Atlantis movie

If you don’t know who he is, Milo Thatch is a young explorer on a team that discovers The Lost City of Atlantis. He wears a long muted green trench coat, baggy army-colored explorer pants, a beige sweater, round glasses, white knee breeches, low-heeled dress shoes, and he carries around a brown cross body satchel with an old book. I feel like impersonating Milo would be so in-character for Armin, he could pull it off well. And he would look adorable.

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Mikasa- This is partially influenced by Isayama’s modern au, but I’m just seeing her completely decked out in goth attire.

She would wear rose-patterned lace black leggings and matching gloves, high black boots, a black leather skirt and sleeveless top set, V neck with an abundance of chokers. Rings, probably. We all know her makeup game would be absolutely bomb (and perfect for the dim lighting of the party). If anything, her outfit is comparable to a Misa Amane (from Death Note) cosplay.

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Jean- A Prince

He wants to have people falling over him so bad, and what better way than to show up as a literal prince for the Halloween party? Goes all out with a navy suit and gold buttons, matching pants, sleek dress shoes, does his hair nice, even carries a pocket watch on a gold chain tucked into his pocket. His mom probably helped him with the outfit. Eren absolutely dies when Jean tries to hit on a girl dressed as a princess at the party and she asks if he’s dressed up as George Washington (the first U.S. President).

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Sasha/Niccolo- they go for a Ratatouille Remi and Linguini couple costume (Sasha wanted to and Niccolo loved her too much to say no).

You'd think that Niccolo, the actual cook, would the the chef, but no. Sasha wanted to be the chef because then she’d “get to taste test all the food.” Sasha goes out and buys Niccolo a fake rat nose and ears. He wears white loafers, grey sweatpants, a grey long-sleeved shirt, and Sasha paints three little black whiskers on each cheek. Niccolo lets Sasha borrow a chef’s uniform and hat from his restaurant and has to take a few deep breaths because the uniform matches the one he wears while he works and he loves that. Lots of selfies.

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Connie- Wearing a goblin mask of some sort

This man has two primary goals on Halloween. One: to consume as much candy as humanly possible. Two: to scare the absolute living crap out of as many people as possible. Connie grew up with a few siblings, so his parents probably couldn’t spend a lot of money on each of their Halloween costumes growing up. They were probably given twenty bucks, take to spirit Halloween, and told to have at it. He’s also a relatively simple, straightforward person in general, so I feel like he drops by the convenience store like the day before Halloween and picks out the best goblin mask he can find. Wears dark jeans and a black hoodie so he can wait in the bushes outside the party to catch people by surprise. Armin’s soul almost leaves his body when he falls victim to one of Connie's jump scares.

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Historia- An angel

I know this isn’t the most creative costume for her, but there was really no other option. Plus Ymir insisted and takes a million pictures once Historia is all done getting ready. She wears fluffy Angel wings, a well-crafted gold headpiece from Etsy to be the halo, and a sleeveless, pure white, almost floor-length dress with gold rings on the shoulders. Her makeup is soft and she seems to glow, even in the darkened lighting. She looks like she was sent from heaven. (Reiner stares so hard and Ymir keeps shoving him away).

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Ymir- A basketball uniform

Now keep in mind, Ymir doesn’t actually play basketball (although I do feel like she’d be involved in a sports team of some kind). Her top is sleeveless and has a big 00 on the front and back. Ymir probably got it at the Walmart or some convenience store like Connie. Not the type to put too much effort into a Halloween costume unless she gets to do really gory makeup and scare people (which Historia does not allow her to).

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Marco- A Hogwarts student

He and Armin are such nerds I love it. It’s probably a Hufflepuff robe, he wears the tie and everything. He carries around a wand he got off of some authentic seller. It’s real wood, he and Armin fanboy at the attention to detail since both of them have read the books.

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The professors aren’t supposed to attend student-organized parties or gatherings, but everyone is fairly certain they saw a displeased-looking Levi chasing Hange wearing an inflatable dinosaur costume in the distance.

Thank you for reading!

[whispersofsilence]

Not Yet In Full Bloom - A Plain Jane's Monologue

I’m your average kind of person. A bit fairer than my peers, average height, average built. Black hair. Brown eyes. Pretty generic. I’m not well off, but not to the point of starving either. My family is pretty average too. There’s mom and dad, and our pack of dogs. I have no siblings so they’re kind of like my brethren. Grew up in a small town, yada yada yada. My life is pretty much a tad bit more boring than most. But I think it’s nice, quiet, and simple. And I think it suits me just right.

I don’t style my hair. I get haircuts every now and then, But I have never colored my hair. I am more of the next-door type of person. Or at least that’s what I think of myself. I am turning twenty-six this year, But I only know how to apply three kinds of makeup: Foundation. Lipstick. And eyeliner. And by that, I mean the pencil ones. Not the savvy liquid ones you put on the upper eyelids. Oh, I do know how to put on eyebrow pencil. Or used to, since it’s been years since I applied one.

I do like putting on nail polish though. Not for the girly stereotype associated with it, though. See. I like painting my nails. I feel like an artist every time I do. And, I have never done a manicure or pedicure either. Just the idea of it scares me. Quelle horreur! Oh, and I do not like the smell of perfume. I am not allergic to it. The scent is just too much for me. I can tolerate the mild ones though, especially flower scents. I don’t wear jewelry, either. That one, I am a bit allergic to. I’m especially annoyed at earrings and necklaces. I wear them on special occasions though.

In my closet, you would see a few dresses, yes. Mostly jeans, loose shirts, and cardigans. I prefer casual clothing more than anything else in the world. Teenagers nowadays dress more adult-like than I do. I still prefer wearing my comfy sneakers, Over small heels, or even flat shoes, or sandals. Comfort over style. At any day of the week, my friend! And I prefer to go around without a bag either. Blue jeans, a white shirt, sneakers, and maybe a ponytail. Oh, and my prescription glasses! How could I forget those? They’re much easier to remove and care for than contact lenses!

I don’t drink. I don’t smoke. I don’t date. People would consider me a “goody two-shoes” But I don’t think that is necessarily the case. I don’t drink alcohol because I don’t like the taste of it. I don’t smoke because it stinks. Big time. And the reason I don’t date is because, I don’t believe in dating as a necessity to life. It was, is, and never will be my priority. The world is amazing! There are so many other things to do! I am honestly too busy with life that I want more “me time.” I really can’t imagine sharing my time with someone else.

I do have friends though. I mean who doesn’t? Friends make the world a better place. They are there for you when you need them, And can be annoyingly present when you don’t! School— society— is tough! It’s an introvert’s nightmare. Fitting in but having bouts of wanting to stand out, Then feeling irritated when the spotlight comes on? How contradicting! Yes, my life is a paradox. It could I am really like this, or perhaps confused, Or I’m still in the stage of figuring myself out. However late it is, at this point in my life.

I am a self-proclaimed late bloomer. I am the type to stay at home, just sleeping, Than the type to hangout with friends on a Saturday night. I was like that in high school. I was like that in college. And I can most certainly say that I am still like this today. The only difference perhaps is that I do make the effort now, To go out and meet with friends from time to time, Organize meet-ups, chat about our separate lives. I guess that’s how things are when you get older. You learn to value friendship, and work to keep it going. Maybe it is a form of coping from the daily grind, I don’t know.

I can’t particularly say that I am living a happy life right now. Stress from school, from personal life, and everything in between, Do get in my head, more times than I would want to. But still I go, I go, I go. One step forward, or maybe one step back. The point is, I am moving. I am not stationary. I am moving. I believe that the life we lead is an epic journey. There will always be smooth sailing days, and tumultuous ones. But it is through these moments in our lives that we grow. It is here when we become better versions of ourselves. I am a Plain Jane, and my life may not seem as colorful as others. But hopefully the time will come that I, too, will go into full bloom.

[switchy-niki]

Master post (please read ty)

Last updated - April 20th, 2023

Disclaimers

Hello !!! This is a SFW role play blog that will include tickling (not all the time) if that’s not your thing then please feel free to ignore/block.

I am not Niki (Nihachu) and I am not trying to impersonate her! As stated before this is a SFW role play blog

I am a minor. This is an SFW account ran by a minor.

I live in the PST time zone so be aware of that! 

I will also do roleplays that don’t include tickling! Be aware I have my own interpretation of niki and I am not caught up on lore! I also struggle with angst so I apologize if it’s not up to your expectations. When roleplaying I usually don’t roleplay off of lore so please tell me before hand if you want to roleplay off of lore /nf

I struggle with tone and interpreting what people are feeling/trying to tell me, so using tone tags is appreciated. I also use them so I know people know what I mean and how I mean it.

Boundaries

I will not do any sort of shipping.

I will not do tickle tools, if your character has wings or a tail then I will allow it. But that’s it. 

It would be much appreciated if you dm’d me about what you want to rp before sending an ask. But you don’t have to. I just like knowing what you expect out of me. (Idk if I phrased that right)

No feet tickling. Absolutely none. I will drop the roleplay if it seems like it’s heading towards that.

Pinning is okay. No bondage, the most I will do is wrists being tied together. That’s it.

I will do OC rps! Just know the interactions might not be what you expect since they aren’t characters that have interacted before! I will try my best, once again if you want the best results dm me! /nf 

Please use underarms instead of armpits, the word makes me uncomfortable. 

Sometimes tumblr says I’m active but I’m actually not, so be aware of that! I will not always answer right away so do not spam me plz and thank u

Lastly, feel free to send me an ask, dm me, anything! /nf

Under the cut is headcanons and extra notes. It’s a bit long and you do not have to read to roleplay with me! 

——Under Construction——

General Headcanons

Niki uses she/her pronouns but does not mind they/them!

She is a very light hearted person, none for her bubbly and sweet personality. But she is known to be a little feral around people she is comfortable with. She’s very clingy but only shows it subtly around people. Example being following someone around, standing close to someone, occasionally holding hands if the person is comfortable with it, hugging people, side hugs. She never lets go first when she’s hugging people. She would be usually be way more clingy but she’s kind of shy to show it. 

She is a very sleepy gal she is almost always tired and always taking naps wether they are 10 minutes to hours long and although it might be because she loves to stay up at night and watch the sunrise in the morning she usually gets good sleep she is just a napper

Appearance

Niki has scars, not a lot, but they are there (and they are a little ticklish but shhhh)

Short choppy pink hair, with two braids on the sides. It’s surprisingly really fluffy.

She is usually wearing light makeup because she likes how it makes her feel pretty. 

Niki has light eye bags, barely noticeable. 

Niki loves cardigans and sweaters, she was one in particular that she loves to wear for all seasons (it’s one that she stole from Wilbur) it’s a nice faded blue with a sun with a smiley face on it. She swears she didn’t steal it. Most of her clothing is faded colors, or whites and beiges. She has one pair of platform shoes, but the rest of her shoes are usually colorful high top converse or boots. She has knitted Shruggies and skirts, usually worn in the winter. 

If it’s more of a formal type of thing, she’ll wear a flowy dress made of soft material. She likes the way it swishes when she spins :] 

she also loves fuzzy gloves with weird colors washed together like those gloves coralline wanted in the movie

[bcl44r]

Design Preferences & Prejudices

Comics - I like color, clean lines. Less sketchy. The work of Bruno Redondo, Francis Manapul, Doug Mankhe (depending on the colorist he’s working with, sometimes it gets too sketchy), Mikel Janin, Aaron Kuder, Babs Tarr. Others miss more often than hit for me - like Skott Kolins, Howard Porter, John Romita Jr. I like detail. I think the figures matter more to be than the background/scenery.

Music - I love hip hop. I think I need some sort of melody, theme or refrain to ground me. Something to groove to. Too much beat/percussion, not enough variety in subject matter or flow, it becomes skippable even if you’re Travis Scott. Good rap should not be boring. Off Deez (JID ft. J Cole), Mona Lisa (Lil Wayne, ft. Kendrick Lamar), Gnarly (JELEEL! ft. Armani White) - these are a few of the rap tracks from my “God Tier” playlist. 

I love telling people my unpopular (kind of hyperbolic) opinion that Demons by Imagine Dragons is the best song ever created by mankind. It’s pleasing, catchy, well-structured, perfect length, soulful. God, what a masterpiece

Food - condiments, garnishes, toppings - give me all of that. I don’t like things plain. This is such a prevalent theme in my lifethat my girlfriend who is generally very happy with plain things has started to embrace more condiments since living with me. I have a reputation for making simple meals way more complex by adding sides and garnishes. I’m obsessed with sandwich design. I love the flavor but also structural integrity aspect. I usually like everything on my sandwich - as many tasty ingredients as I can think of. But sometimes I just need to accept less is more. Less is a more clear flavor profile, less doesn’t fall apart.

Fashion - not long ago I was a logo tees and shorts guy. I’m glad to say I’ve evolved. I wear more button downs, more solids - and enjoy figuring out what outerwear style them with. I care more about shoes, I wear nicer watches, nicer pants, more colors outside the usual blue and black. I’m not so into heavy plaid, turtle necks (absolutely never), boots, cargo pants, necklaces, jerseys. Probably the most controversial piece I wear is these neon yellow boat shoes. I think they’re fun. 

Light - Reading comics and consuming mass media for a long time, I realized that light goes a long way in making something visually exciting. Superman’s lasers, a Jedi’s lightsaber, green lantern’s ring, Thor’s hammer, Ben 10’s watch, the flash’s lightning, thanos’ gauntlet, Harry Potter’s spells — these are the ultimate expressions of energy and power. Action is just so much more interesting when light is involved. But it has to be used creatively, not just the obligatory superhero movie blue sky beam.

[notsoinnocentlittleangel]

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GENERAL APPEARANCE

Sex: Masculine. Feminine. Non-Binary. 

Race: White (Mostly French, Irish, English)

Complexion:  Fair.  She actually can tan just a little bit, but mostly just gets freckly in the sun.  Or burns.

Height: 5′3″

Body Type: Endomorph. Mesomorph. Ectomorph. Other / More Details:  I’d describe Joanna as primarily mesomorph, with a slight degree of endomorph.  Her thighs tend to be the first thing to pick up extra weight.  She’s curvy, but still a bit on the small side.  

Body Build: Small. Medium. Athletic. Muscular. Soft. Curvy. Voluptuous. Other / More Details:  She has a very nice hourglass shape, which tends to get attention, especially from men.

Body Hair: None. Shaves/Waxes. Trims/Grooms. Untamed. Color: Notes:  Joanna keeps her leg hair short.  

Head Hair: None. Buzzed. Short. Medium. Long. Very Long. Asymmetrical Cut. Color:  Ginger/copper red   Style:  Naturally curly, she typically wears it down unless she needs to tie or pin it back to get it out of the way.  Only rarely puts it in a real updo. 

Eye color:  Light blue, almost grayish-blue.   Details:  Some people would describe her as doe-eyed.  

Scars:  One on her left knee from a bike accident as a kid that’s visible at close range.  Another small one from her ex-husband breaking a glass over her head.  She had a burn mark on one arm from an iron as a teenager that lasted a while, but it’s faded completely by the time she’s an adult.  

FASHION

Fashion Style: Vintage. Traditional. Casual. Artsy. Vibrant. Geeky/Nerdy. Tomboy. Sporty. Trendy. Preppy. Girly. Bohemian. Elegant. Formal. Grunge. Punk. Rocker. Gothic. Other: I’d describe it as “girly tomboy” in that she often wears graphic t-shirts but with short shorts or skirts.  

Color Palette: You’re more likely to see her in darker clothes, but she does wear some brighter ones sometimes.  

Typical Clothing:  Likes t-shirts (sometimes tank tops) and denim, either shorts or skirts in warm weather, jeans in cooler weather, often with a leather jacket.  She does have a certain love for floral and poofy skirts and will wear them sometimes, though.  Tennis shoes or boots are her typical footwear, with her breaking out flip flops on occasion.  She likes cowboy boots.  

Piercings: Ears

Tattoos:  None.  She almost got one once, but in a rare moment, chickened out.  Joanna’s not a big fan of needles, though I’d stop short of saying she has a fear of them.

Other Information:  If she has to dress up, she likes blue and green dresses, and likes the skirts to be big (think ball gowns or circle skirts), especially if they’re longer than her knees, so she can move around, and she thinks they’re cute.  She wears sunglasses in the daytime unless it’s very dark overcast or raining, as her eyes are slightly sensitive to bright light.  She does wear a uniform when she works as a mechanic.  

EXPRESSION

General Facial Expression:  Straight face, naturally slightly frowning to neutral look is her default look.  She’s emotional enough her face runs the gamut of most expressions, though.

Default Body Language:  Stands up straight, walks confidently, head up, though she leans back when she sits.  

General Movements:  Tilts her head and scrunches her face up when she’s in thought.  She’s very expressive with her hands when she talks, especially when she really gets going.  

NOTABLE FOR RP

Presence: She gives off a fairly bold, confident presence, which is sometimes true, sometimes an act.    

Appearance: She does put a little effort into her looks.  She spent years fighting her hair before learning to work with what she had.  She typically wears a little makeup, but occasionally says “screw it” and goes without.  She does put a lot more effort when she has to dress up.  

Scent: Floral shampoo she uses, motor oil or gasoline if she’s been working on cars.  She’s been told she has a slight peppermint-like scent sometimes. 

Voice Description:  Her pitch is about average.  She tends to talk rapidly, especially if she gets excited.  She tends to be a loud talker, unless she’s purposely trying to be quiet.  Usually if she’s around and talking, you’ll hear her.  

Accent: yes / no More information:  Joanna has a fairly distinct south Louisiana accent.  Anyone who’s not from there or at least the surrounding states will notice it pretty quickly.  It was somewhat more pronounced when she was a teenager and lived with her grandparents for a little while.  There is an occasional hint of a general Deep South pronunciation she’s picked up, especially on certain words.  

Speech Mannerisms: Joanna uses double negatives and contractions frequently.  Her speech is definitely not formal, but she has a certain flair with words when she wants to.  She swears, often, sometimes if she gets excited, frequently if she gets mad.  She tries not to do it around kids, her grandmother, or in church.  

Anything else to add?  Despite not being that well educated, Joanna has a talent for picking up languages.  Unusually for someone her age, she understands Louisiana French pretty well after spending some time living with her grandparents who are fluent (she can usually understand it spoken by others, but her own usage of it can be a little rough).  She also knows a fair bit of Spanish, enough to usually get the gist of a conversation.  (Verse note:  In her Wild West/RDR verse, she’s truly bilingual in English and French, in her pirate and Revolution verses, French is her native language, she’s fluent in English, she may or may not be fluent in Spanish but will still at least have a basic knowledge of it).  

[teddiesbestestpal]

Name: Bunni

Gender: Nonbinary ( is more masculine and goes by they/them pronouns)

Age:??? ( acts more mature then Teddie)

Appearence: in his Mascot form Bunni is a light red bunny with dark orangish red eyes, stitches on his neck ears and arms which can come apart in a Frankenstein-esque way he has the same type of buttons that Teddie’s mascot form has but a chartreuse green color and the white is replaced with black and like Teddie’s light yellow lines around his face Bunni has light orange lines around his face, in his human form Bunni has red eyes and blackish orange brown hair which is vaguely long at his neck length, he wears a jet black hoodie with a Light red x patchwork pattern on with grey pants greyish chartreuse green sneakers and black glasses he wears to help him see in the TV world and he is generally muscular, like teddie’s human form which has fangs Bunni’s human form has rabbit-like incisors.

Personality: Bunni is rather gloomy pessimistic and cautious, their also incredibly smart and understand things a lot quicker then most humans, they are also very protective of Teddie and tries his best to shield Teddie from any trouble, he tends to get pretty bored sometimes and likes goofing off with Teddie.

Likes: knowledge and information reading rock music going out hot water Dislikes: being bored being lonely and alone, annoying people who insult Teddie

History: Bunni was a shadow Teddie met upon becoming sentient, the two became best friends partly in being the only two sentient shadows around, when Yosuke Chie and Souji first arrived in the TV World Bunni chewed them out declaring them as threats towards his beloved Teddie but they gradually starts warming up towards The investigation team overtime, during shadow Naoto’s dungeon Bunni’s shadow comes out of him after they feels useless about protecting Teddie during Shadow Rise’s dungeon, Shadow Bunni emerges with a even more distorted voice then Shadow Teddie revealing himself as the true culprit and that they don’t care about Teddie at all just himself, this causes Bunni to freak out and say “ that just isn’t him!” The shadow transforms into a grotesque and even more stitch ridden and covered parody of Bunni with black sclera wielding a hammer with a eclipse symbol in it’s hand that it has to pull out to attack, on the back it has a tag that reads the true culprit for all to see. Shadow Bunni’s special attack is “ Culprit’s hands” with bloodied red hands coming to take away your health. After defeating Shadow Bunni the investigation team figures that rather then being the culprit themself Bunni is simply born from the true culprit’s emotions, Bunni accepts Shadow Bunni and it turns into their Persona, Bunni when they are in the real world stays with Yukiko and her family in the inn, they can sometimes be seen in the sauna area relaxing with Teddie.

Arcana: Moon

Weapon: Hammer

Persona: Chang’e ( Initial Persona) >>>> Houyi ( second tier Persona)>>>> Heng’e ( Ultimate Persona)

Main skills: Mudo Spells Aqua spells Dia spells Frei Spells ( Based on the idea that Teddie would use Psy spells)

Winter clothes: A puffy light orangish red sweater complete with tan color pants and dark brown boots.

Swim clothes: Their beach clothes have them rocking a black orangish red swimsuit trunks and he has no problem showing off his body stitches.

Summer Time Clothes: Their summer time clothes consists of a black shirt with a light red guitar symbol that says gas chamber in the same shade of red, a dark orangish red jacket black pants a belt and black Chukka shoes.

[sterek-is-my-blackpearl]

Maybe problematic opinion but one I need to get off my chest:

Being on the hellsite makes me really hate being part of the lgbt community and honestly really makes me hate the Land the G part of the community. Every part of my identity has been “discussed”, invalidated and gatekept from the the community (specifically by the L and the G).

Bisexuals face biphobia from the L and the G community because they’re not seen as being “gay enough” and when we’re with the opposite gender, we’re accused of being “heterosexual”. Sitcoms with gay characters often make a nasty joke of calling bisexual characters “confused gays” or “closeted gays who aren’t ready to fully come out yet”. You can make an argument that it’s just shitty writing from straight producers but I’ve read and seen enough biphobia FROM this community to make the assumption that those jokes are not far from reality. Recently there’s been push back for non-lesbian, but especially bisexual women, for using terms like femme and butch when that hasn’t been a problem before. It blows my fucking mind that it’s 2019 and bisexual (and trans) people still have to fight for their identities to be validated even though they have been there fighting since the fucking beginning (especially when it was TRANS women who started the whole fucking lgbt rights movement!!)

Asexuals are the laughing stock of the lgbt community on here and as someone who has struggled with that part of my identity my whole fucking life, it breaks my fucking heart. Everyone saying “asexuals are oppressed for not wanting sex” suddenly forgot that rape is a thing huh? How these people feel so broken and wrong that they force themselves to do shit that they don’t want to, or are forced to do things that they don’t want. Also, the fact that someone’s identity should be validated by the amount of violence they face is a bit fucked up don’t you think? In that case, why is the trans community still facing so much shit from the rest of the community and are constantly invalidated and ignored??? I’ve reflected for the past two years over my ace-ness and have realized just how much of my self-esteem issues come from it. From feeling broken, like something was wrong with me, and in this hypersexualized society we put a lot of self worth in these little deadlines of sexuality. If you haven’t lost your virginity by age 18 your a fucking loser and if you still a virgin after 25 there’s something wrong with you! I mean there’s a fucking movie called the 40-year-old virgin making fun of that shit!! You don’t think that fucks with someone’s sense of self worth??? Fuck off with that shit! No one in this community has the power to gatekeep which indenting gets to be the part of the community and which one doesn’t. In theory, anyone who doesn’t conform to the heteronormative lifestyle is able to be a part of the community.

Because of everything I mentioned before I decided to simplify my identity and just say I’m queer. That way no one gets to be like “ummm actually” but this fucking site has “discoursed” that identity as well!!! Like fucking hell man! I get the people who are uncomfortable with being called queer! I have no problem with that! I won’t call you queer if you don’t want to! I respect that so I fucking EXPECT that YOU respect that I DO WANT to be called queer. Because that is my identity. You, especially if you’re fucking young and don’t know your fucking history, don’t get to ERASE queer history because you don’t like the word. The queer community has fought too hard to your modern rights to get kicked out from the community because it is used by the straights as a slur. That’s a fucking spit in the face. It’s like you never heard the chant: We’re here, We’re QUEER, Get used to it! The world queer has been reclaimed and has become a political identity since the fucking 80’s! It was/is used as a slur but everything has!! When I was in high school people would say: “that’s gay’” as something negative! They still do that shit today!! Why aren’t people calling that the g-slur? Why aren’t people censoring that shit too? Why aren’t we writing gay as g*y? Why do you get to invalidate My identity but I can’t do the same because then I’m homophobic?? Nah fam. That ain’t it. Respect queers because they fought for our rights and faced a government that would rather see us die than protect us. Put respect on the name, cuz it has been earned.

All in all I’m very disappointed with the state of the community in recent years. Inside of the tumblr and out in the real world. I feel like everyone just wants to invalidate other identities and want to be considered the top dog. This is a fucking community not a fucking hierarchy. I as a “bisexual” (in the simplest of identities) don’t have the right to tell someone else they don’t “belong” just as someone who is gay or someone who is lesbian has no fucking right to invalidate someone else’s identity. I’m sorry. Maybe I’m letting a small subsection of the community get to me, but it has seem that lately that small subsection has been getting bigger and bigger and louder and louder.

[ellssbellss]

Lavender Roses ~ (Kyoya Ootori x Reader)

pairing- Kyoya Ootori x Reader

In which a rational head hides a generous heart, but you have always known how to see past his walls and help him bloom into the gorgeous rose he is.

Enjoy a slow burn between an honor student and our beloved glasses character!

-> word count: 3.2k

-> summary: You admired him, you knew that. For some reason, he didn’t want the world to see what you saw in him, a rational head that hid a generous heart.

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Starting Today, You are a Host! pt. 2

In a couple days, the host club is in full swing. You and Haruhi hadn’t arrived yet because Kyoya gave you some extra time to talk her through her responsibilities one last time as the next errand girl. Kyoya was at his usual table on his computer, a welcome distraction from the anticipation and anxiety he felt from today being your first hosting day. 

He knew, rationally, it wouldn’t be as bad as his emotions were making it out to be, which made him curse the feelings even more. His gaze flitted over the men standing in the lobby, waiting for you to arrive, before moving back to his computer, his typing suddenly becoming sharper for no apparent reason at all. 

To both his fortune and misfortune, the doors finally opened to reveal You and Haruhi, making comfortable conversation. Kyoya gave you a once over before meeting your gaze that fell on him almost as immediately as you entered the room, and he was pleased. Gone was the yellow uniform provided by the school, something you would not miss. As a host of the host club, the boys had made the argument that you would need to follow their uniformity so that you would all look like a “family, a united front”, courtesy of Tamaki. The prince spoke to his father and was able to convince him to let you wear a hybrid version of a male and female uniform. The light blue/lavender host club jacket rested nicely on your shoulders, the color highlighting your (e/c) eyes much more than the yellow dress did. A crisp white shirt laid underneath with a dark tie loosely wrapped around your throat. Instead of the dress pants though, you opted for a black, a line skirt, short enough to show the white knee-high socks you paired with black dress shoes. Your hair was done in a flirty but professional manner, and the smile on your face was somehow bigger than usual. It was clear that you felt more confident in this uniform than the previous one. 

You raise your hand to wave at him, and as your gaze refocuses on the lobby in front of you, your eyes widen at the men looking back at you. 

Haruhi looks at them too, her face set into a deadpan state of shock at the sheer amount of people who were here for this club. “I don't know if I can handle this, (Y/n),” she says “I've been captured by a bunch of boys that are calling themselves a host club.” You laugh but still freeze at the thought that all of these boys were here to see you of all people. 

You clear your throat and smile again, shaking yourself out of your trance. “Hey guys! I’ll be with my first guest in a second. Thank you all so much for coming, I cannot wait to get to know each and everyone of you.” You make your way to Kyoya, who is keeping his head down, typing away. 

“Hey Kyo, do you have my schedule?” You ask, leaning over his chair behind him, looking at what he is typing from over his shoulder, and resting your hands on the table in front of you. Kyoya turns to look at you, surprised at the proximity of the two of you, but you don’t seem to notice. He looks back to his screen and slides a piece of paper forward towards the outskirts of the table, hiding a small blush. You move to grab it, putting space in between you two, and giving him room to recollect his thoughts. 

“Yes, right here.” he states, glancing away from his computer when you are slightly in front of him, “make sure to keep at a constant pace of guests, and don’t go over your time. People will get impatient, and it won’t reflect well on you”

“You got it. Steady pace. This is going to be so fun!” You smile again. You seemed to be doing that a lot today, not that anyone minded.  

“I’m sure.” Kyoya doesn’t sound convinced, as he pushes his classes up onto his face, “There has been a table set up near the piano, in the large window. Please don’t make me regret this.” He goes back to his precious budget.

You smirk at his remarkable enthusiasm, studying the sheet and then folding it into your suit jacket pocket, “I won’t, I’m going to make you so much money.” You laugh and make your way back to the front.

“Boys? If you could follow me this way, please.” With a tilt of your head, the men had already fallen. 

:::

A couple hours later, you were getting the hang of it. You were easy to talk to and exceptionally beautiful, so it wasn’t hard to keep their attention. You were going for the “Sweet” type, or maybe the “Sensitive” vibe? Either way, you were down to earth and kind, while also incredibly flattering and intuitive. Your guests were immediately drawn to you like a moth to the flame. 

Across the room, the hosts were entertaining their own guests. 

“Tamaki, what's your favorite song?”

Tamaki smiled at the girl beside him, “What song? The one that reminds me of you, of course.” The girl blushes and giggles away. Another one perks up.

“I baked you a cake today. Would you like to taste it?”

The blonde cradles her face in his hands, “Only if you'll feed it to me, darling.”

She nearly melts, “Oh, how you're so dreamy.”

Next to him sat an auburn-haired woman sitting with prestigious posture and crossing her feet at her ankles. You watched from the side-lines as she glanced at the women that Tamaki held, something sharp flashing in her eyes before getting Tamaki’s attention. 

“May I have a word with you, Tamaki? I've recently heard the host club's keeping a little kitten without a pedigree.”

Something about her didn’t sit right with you.

“(Y/n)?” One of your guests was trying to get your attention. 

You quickly regained focus on the men in front of you, “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I was just watching Tamaki entertain his guests over there. It is my first day doing this and I was hoping I could pick up some of his tactics.” You giggled, forming a blush on your cheeks to add to your damsel appearance.

“You don’t need to do that, (Y/n), you’re already doing really well!” He said happily, earning a collective agreement 

“Awe really? Thank you so much you guys, that really means a lot.” 

“But, if you were to go off on Tamaki’s methods,” another boy who sat right next to you questioned, averting eye contact away from you, “how would you do that, exactly?”

You smiled warmly, upping your charm tenfold. “Well, my prince,” you say as you take his hand in yours and bring his body closer, cradling his chin in the most delicate hold you could muster and holding your (e/c) eyes to his brown ones. “I think it would go something like this.”

His face flamed and you broke out into a smile, gently releasing him. Back at Tamaki’s station you hear him bravely shout, “I will drink this coffee! All right, Haruhi, get over here and make some of this commoners' coffee.”

Haruhi stalks off, cursing under her breath, “I hate all these damn rich people.” She passes you and you laugh. You ask your guests if they’d like to try some. They nod, and you all stand to walk over to where Tamaki is, stopping next to Kyoya. 

The redheaded woman scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Oh, Tamaki, now you're taking the joke too far. Your palate won't be able to stomach that crap. You don't have to drink it just because he bought it.” She looks up to meet your eyes as they squint, analyzing her. “I'm sorry. I was talking to myself.” She smiled politely at you. Learning from Kyoya, you gave her a host smile back.

Haruhi fills the tea cups with coffee, and hands them out to each person.  

“Let the tasting begin!”

The hosts take a sip, but the guests around you seem more apprehensive. 

“I'm a little scared to drink this stuff.”

“I'm afraid if I drink this, my father will yell at me.” Tamaki’s guest shrinks into herself. That is, until she is dipping over Tamaki’s bent knee, one foot flying into the air while somehow maintaining the skill to keep the tea cup in place on its saucer. 

“What if I let you drink it from my mouth?” Tamaki asks, just inches from her lips. 

A furious blush is present as the girl stutters,”Oh, well then, I would drink it!”

You and Haruhi roll your eyes fondly at Tamaki’s dramatics, when one of your guests tugs on your sleeve. You turn to him, and see him looking at the tea cup apprehensively. “(Y/n) do you think it’s safe to drink? I’ve never seen stuff like this before.” 

You place your hand over his on the tea cup, looking up at him with a sparkle in your eye, “After all the time we’ve spent together, my sweet, how could you ever doubt your safety around me? I assure you, as long as we are together, you will be just fine.” On the last line, your hand rests against his cheek, feeling the warmth rush to his face. The other boys around you suddenly chug their coffees, confident in your words. 

Tamaki looks at you as you perform, and suddenly his eyes become wide as he picks you up and spins you around, “MON AMI, YOU ARE SO CUTE, YOU ARE DOING SUCH A GREAT JOB! YOU’RE SUCH A FAST LEARNER, SO SMART!”

“TAMAKI, PUT ME DOWN!” You try to pry his hands off you, but it’s no use, as he has a tight grip. You succumb to the affection as he nuzzles his cheeks with yours

The Hitachiian twins saunter up to Kyoya as Tamaki distracts you, not missing the tenseness in his gaze. 

“(Y/n) is doing really well today, huh Kyoya?” Hikaru says putting an elbow on his left shoulder.

“We have had so much business in the last couple of hours, you must be over the moon.” Kaoru appears to his right.

Kyoya fixes his glasses, “While I agree that the business is appreciated, (Y/n) is still an amateur. She isn’t ready to do this full-time.”

“How could you say that? She had those boys wrapped around her finger the minute she led them to her table, Kyoya-senpai.” Haruhi walks up in front of him, watching you be dragged around by the prince of your club. “She’s a natural. And she’s having a good time.”

“ ‘Having a good time’ is not the priority of this club, Haruhi, and (Y/n) needs to be in the position that best benefits the club-”

“Best benefits the club? Or best benefits you, Kyoya.” The twins say, in sync. “Some might say you seem a bit jealous.” They smirk at each other. 

Kyoya raises his eyebrow, his eyes following you as you had finally escaped Tamaki’s grip, but now he was chasing you, begging you to let him hug you again to congratulate you. 

Jealous. That was an interesting notion, in its own way. He did feel especially annoyed when your guests touched you, and it only escalated when you returned the favor, or gave them one of your smiles. He felt the same way when you two had discussed it the other day in the bathroom. He was jealous, but why? Where was this emotion coming from? It was certainly persistent, hovering over him as he watched you flirt with the guests today. And annoying, because it distracted him from crunching the numbers he needed to do today. When you touched a cheek, or looked at them with nothing but adoration, he seemed to stop being able to fully focus on anything else. 

“(Y/n) and I are closer than most. It makes sense that I would be more protective of her in any circumstance, this being no exception.” He takes a deep breath, continuing to rationalize. “However, I cannot deny fact. (Y/n) is doing incredibly well, which will benefit the club exponentially as she becomes more popular. And she does look like she’s having a better time than normal.” Kyoya portrays a warmer look in his eye as you hide behind a couch from Tamaki and Honey, who wanted to join in the hug session. You have a smile on your face, trying to quiet  your laughter, your back facing them. Honey and Tamaki begin to creep towards the couch when you’re not paying attention. You notice the quiet, turning around and propping yourself on your knees and peeking over the top, only for Tamaki and Honey to jump out at you. You yelp, quickly getting on your feet and running straight for Kyoya. You hide behind him and he can feel your laughing on his back. The twins and Haruhi hide you from all other angles. Kyoya whips out his black book, pretending to write something down, feigning innocence. 

“Awe, Kyo-chan’s scary.” Honey says, giving up and walking towards Mori. Tamaki pouts at the betrayal of his friends, retreating to his usual mushroom corner. 

“Oh my god, I can’t breathe,” you laugh, going back to back with Kyoya, catching your breath. 

“Might I suggest frequent physical activity?” Kyoya asks, a teasing tone flowing from his lips. 

You hit him playfully with the back of your hand, “Thank you for saving me you guys. What would I do without you?” You hug the twins and Haruhi. The trio freezes for a bit before awkwardly accepting it, the twins beings used to your antics. 

You turn back to Kyoya, seeing that the guests had left a little while ago. The twins grab Haruhi’s collar and drag her away. You smile up at Kyoya, “Hi.” 

He smirks, “Hi.” 

“We haven’t really talked much today, have we?” 

“It seems you’ve been preoccupied.”

“Do you have any more work to do today before you leave the school?”

“Yes, I have to finish the budget reports. I’ve been distracted more than usual.” 

(Y/n) gestures to her bag, “Mind if I sit with you while you work? I have some homework and a book I’ve been meaning to crack open.”

Kyoya begins to walk back to his table, a fond smirk on his face. “If you must.” 

:::

You and Kyoya sit in comfortable silence, reading your book as you listen to the click-clack of his keyboard as he types. You look over the top of your novel and silently watch him. You smiled as you noticed his handsome face was sketched into total concentration.

Handsome? You blink, focusing your eyes back onto the font of the chapter you were on, but your thoughts continue to fire. Well, I mean, yeah. I think every girl in this school thinks he’s handsome. 

You flick your gaze back to him, focusing now on his physical features. His sharp jawline accompanied by his sharp gaze. High cheekbones and clear skin and full lips. You had already memorized the color of his eyes, somehow, but you knew you would never get tired of seeing them. His irises skimmed the screen multiple times, his eyebrows twitching together as his eyeline shifted to his calculations next to him, then back at the screen, double checking his conclusions. 

You admired him, you knew that. For some reason, he didn’t want the world to see what you saw in him, a rational head that hid a generous heart. And yet he made his closest relationships with complete opposites. You and Tamaki were people with big hearts worn on your sleeves and little common sense. You might be intellectually phenomenal, but you also happened to be the clumsiest person alive. And you liked it that way because you balanced each other out. There was no push, only pull. You two were polar opposites with important common interests, like school and your careers and your friends, but you were still able to bring each other out of their comfort zone.

You admired the way Kyoya always took everything in stride. No matter what mess Tamaki had made, or how screwed up your schedule was, Kyoya went out of his way to come up with a solution. Of course, there were grumblings and sarcastic remarks, but he always moved on. He never dwelled in the past, only looking forward into the future, into the solution. Your heart swelled. 

My heart swelled? You blinked again. What the fuck does that mean?-

“Would you like a picture?”

“I-Hm?” You jumped a little in your seat, startled by the sudden interruption into your thoughts. Your gaze refocused, and you quickly realized that you had zoned out while staring at him from behind your book. 

Kyoya put one of his hands under his chin, a knowing smirk on his face. “I asked if you would like a picture, considering it would last longer.”

Oh my god. You shook the blush that had formed on your cheeks and sank back in your chair, reading the next paragraph of your book. “Shut up, it wasn’t like that.”

“Oh? Then why were you staring at me so..intently?”

You definitely couldn’t tell him all the sappy shit you were just thinking or you would never live it down. “I, uh, I just wanted to, um..”, a light shined in your eyes as you thought of the perfect excuse. It wasn’t even a lie. “I just wanted to ask you a question! And I didn’t really know how to get your attention since you seemed so focused. I didn’t wanna bother you.”

“So, you decided to check me out?” 

“Again, it wasn’t like that.”

“Well, you have my attention now. What did you need?”

“I was just wondering how you thought my first day of hosting went.” Your heartbeat faltered in suspense as you asked. He knew his approval meant a lot to you, just as yours did to him. You were nervous of the rejection you might feel if he said you couldn’t continue being a host, something you had already fallen in love with. 

“I think you did very well, (Y/n).” Kyoya said, putting his attention back onto the calculations in front of him. Pride grew in your chest.

“Really?” You beamed. 

“I wouldn’t lie to you.” 

“So, that means…” You watched him as you trailed off. He sighed and raised his hand to the ridge of his nose. He pushed his glasses up.

“You may become a permanent host.” He looked at you once more, and you had a smile so big he knew your cheekbones felt a strain. You laughed and grabbed the hand that was laying on top of his scratch paper from across the table, enveloping it in both of yours. 

“Oh my god, Kyo, you won’t regret this, thank you. You’re the best friend anyone could ever ask for.” 

He let you hold his hand for a second longer than he should have before gently twisting it out of your grasp.

“Well, I already knew that.” 

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