#love dress shoes so much but i also like comfort sadly

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Margaret Encino: the only girlboss gatekeep gaslight that matters

[doudouneverte]

hii, how are u?

i've been obsessed w feli but sadly there aren't many fics w her.

could you write some angst+fluff for her? reader is sad that she can't introduce felicitas to her parents, because theyre not in the picture anymore (you can choose why) and feli comforts reader, but r feels like a burden?

a/n: oh, I love this one. Sorry for the wait but school is messing with my writing time...

"It's okay, I'm here"

*not my GIF*

Pairing: Felicitas Rauch x FRAWNT!reader

Summary: based on the request above

Type: Angst + Fluff

Warning: bad parents, homophobia (homophobic parents)

word count: 3398

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Back to the changing at the end of training, joy and excitement for the next game were clearly drowning the room. It will be the final of the DFB-Pokal against Freiburg. While the girls were planning things for the next day, you were discussing something with Svenja until music started to play in the room and you felt someone dragging you by the arm. You looked at them to find your girlfriend, Felicitas Rauch, visibly very excited to dance. You were exhausted and just wanted to get dressed and go back home, but her smile made you give up.

After a little dance and finally getting changed, you waited for your girlfriend in the parking lot, where you resumed your conversation with your captain.

"So, how was your little trip with Feli last week?" The German player asked.

"It was pretty cool. We didn't do anything special, but you know, with her, everything is special."

"Aww, look at you. You're too cute when you talk about her like that."

"I mean it. I don't really need to do something; I'm just grateful she's here, and I thought about..." You interrupted yourself when you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket. Before you could speak again, your girlfriend wrapped you in a tight hug and left some kisses on your neck, making you giggle.

"Okay, I think I'll let you enjoy your time together. We will see each other tomorrow." Svenja told you. You just nodded before she left, and you entered your car with the defender.

Back in your shared house, you exaggerated a groan before you left your shoes and your training bag at the entrance before collapsing on the couch. Feli laughed at your attitude before she joined you with Cinnamon in her arms.

"Oh, come on, training was rather light today." She said letting the dog sit on your lap before snuggling against your tired body.

"I know, but I didn't sleep enough yesterday, so I'm very tired." You explained.

"Don't worry, tomorrow is a day off. I know the girls proposed to have lunch, but if you're very tired, we can stay at home."

"I would love that, but you forgot something." You said making her a little confused. "Tonight, Julie, come, and we also need to prepare something for tomorrow." You remembered her.

Julie was your little sister, and the next day would be her birthday—well, not exactly. She already had her birthday the day prior, but since you started to play in Germany, she always comes to celebrate with you a few days later.

Feli knew about that. At least about the version you always told her—that being busy meant that your sister always had to come to Germany to spend time with you. It was actually true, but not the full version.

"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. Do you need my help for anything?" Your girlfriend asked.

"Um, I think I just have to buy eggs and flour to make a cake for tomorrow, but don't worry I-"

"I'll do it!" The defender cut you. "Let it to me. You know how much I love your sister. Don't worry, you can go pick up her, and I'll buy everything we need for tomorrow." She assured you.

"Are you sure about that? I mean, I know you can deal with everything, but I don't want to force you to do anything. We just came back from training; you're tired."

"And so you are. Don't worry; I promise you it's okay. I love to pamper her." She stole you a kiss before standing. "Okay now, come on, we need to take a shower before we go."

"I don't know if I ever told you, but I'm really lucky to have you." You said before following.

"I know, you say it every day." She commented.

"And you don't know how much it means to me." You whispered before kissing her. The defender didn't hear you, but she still reciprocated the affection.

An hour and a half later, you were finally ready to leave, and it took you only thirty minutes to reach your destination. Like expected, your sister was waiting for you, and she immediately caught you in a hug when she saw you.

"Je commençais à croire que tu m'avais oublié. (I started to think that you forgot me.)" She said after you pulled away.

"Arrête de faire ta drama queen, je viens a peine de finir mon entrainement. (Stop doing your drama queen; I just finished my training.)" You replied. "Now let's go. I have a girlfriend that I want to see." You added while you started to put her luggage on the backseat.

"Oh, come on, you see her every day." She said before taking place on the passenger side, you rolled your eyes and decided not to talk back.

The ride back was filled with laughter and pure enjoyment at being reunited. Back at home, Feli was already here, and of course the two women instantly fell in each other's arms.

"Wow, okay, I already got replaced." You said irronicaly.

"Oh, come on, don't act like that; you are always with her." Your sister said.

"Okay, I don't want any arguments today; I'm really tired, and I think we all need to have a good night. So, now girls, let's eat and sleep." Feli said ending any potential sibling argument.

"Yes, ma'am." you both said before heading to the kitchen.

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The next day, you were awakened by a very excited defender, and because she had to be quiet, you found it very cute. When she realized that you were fully awake, she didn't waste more time before leading you into the living room to show you what she started to do.

"Wow, why are you so excited?" you asked her after almost tripping on your own foot.

"Look at this." The defender showed you all the decorations she made a little earlier. "I just need your help with something. But before that, what do you think about this?" she asked you.

"That's... incredible," you finished. "I didn't know you had so much talent to decorate this place," you added, really surprised.

"Thans. I didn't want to awaken you because I know that you were very tired yesterday."

"Oh, come on, babe, you know you're maybe the only person who is allowed to wake me up whenever you want." You said while you rolled your arms around her hips. "I meant it when I said that I'm lucky to have you in my life."

"Okay, now stop being cheesy and kiss me before the baby wakes up and starts to complain because we show 'too much love'." She mimicked your sister's voice.

Just after attaching your lips to Feli's, you heard someone making some disgusted noises behind you.

"I can't leave you two alone for five minutes," your sister said, making you roll your eyes. "And by the way, I'm not a baby anymore," she added.

"You need to stop eardropping, you little dipshit." You said earning a firm slap from your girlfriend.

"Okay, let's not talk about that." Feli said, escaping from your arms to hug your sister. "Happy birthday, Prinzessin (princess)."

"Oh, and now she's been called Princess; you never called me like that before." You said while you filled a cup of water.

"Stop pouting, mommy; it doesn't suit you." Your sister said making you choke on the water, and Feli blushed more quickly than ever seen.

"Julie!" you both yelled.

"What? It's your own fault to not be quiet while you....you have your affairs," she replied with a disgusted look.

"Please, someone kill me right now." Feli said this dramatically before going back to your shared bedroom.

You were about to say something when your sister's phone rang. She looked at it, then looked at you with a curious expression. You didn't have to ask before she showed you who was calling; it was your mom.

You picked up for her and quickly pressed the phone on her before leaving the room. On your way to go somewhere far away from your sister's phone, you collided with the defender.

"Hey, where are you going? We haven't given her her present yet." You didn't reply and just dragged her back from where she came out.

"I just want to cuddle with you while she's on the phone."

Feli was aware that something was strange after your request. Of course, it was not unusual for the defender that you asked something like that, but when Julie came to visit, you were always stuck with each other. Sometimes the defender felt like the third wheel, but she knew that because you couldn't see her as much as you wanted, it was logical that you wanted to spend all your time with her.

"Is everything okay?" The defender asked carefully while you were lying on top of her with your head hidden in the crook of her neck.

"Yes," you replied quickly, but without moving.

"Are you sure? Because usually you would be annoying Julie knowing that she can't do anything while she's on the phone." She said with a little smile on her face, reminding herself every time you did that and your sister chasing you around the hole house after.

"Yeah, don't worry, I just want to spend some alone time with you."

"Okay." She replied and started to play with your hair. A few seconds later, she heard someone knock on the door. "Come in." 

Julie opened the door and immediately felt bad for you when she saw you curled against your girlfriend's body. "Uh, Y/n?" She called you, a little unsure of how she should announce it. When she heard you hum, she took a rather long moment before dropping the bomb. "Mom called. She asked if I was planning to come home soon and told her that I would stay until your next game." She took a pause, letting your girlfriend be confused for a moment. "Her and dad will come to see you play tomorrow."

"That's super!" Your girlfriend sheered, but when she was not met with the same excitement from both of you, she reconsidered it.

"Svenja wants to see me," you said before leaving the bed and heading to the bathroom. "I think it would be cool if you came too; I promised her to let her know when you come to visit," you said to your sister before closing the door.

Feli stayed there, trying to process whatever was happening. She didn't have to wait too long before you came back and started to get dressed.

"Listen, I don't know what's happening right now, but you do really need to leave right now?" the defender asked.

"Don't worry, we will be really quick." You tried to reassure her with a light peck on her lips, but she could feel that you were not totally honest with that. Even if she wanted to stop you or invited herself, she knew (almost) more than anyone to not overstep things with you.

~~~~~

"Well, when you say that something bad happened, I didn't know it was that bad." Svenja said while you were trying to be eaten alive by her couch.

"At least they didn't show up unnacounced." Julie said.

"Why do they have to come when we play a final? They had all the season to come and be as disrespectful as they wanted; why did they choose one of the most important games?" You asked no one.

"I think you should tell her." Your captain proposed.

"I can't..." You started to feel some tears filling your eyes.

"Y/n, I agreed to keep it for myself because we were sure that they would never come here to see you, but now things are different."

You sighed and tried to restrain some tears.

"Don't worry, we will be there if you need anything." Svenja reminded you.

~~~~~

An hour later, you were back at home. Feli noticed the change in mood but didn't say anything, at least not to you. She waited until you went to your bedroom to take your sister apart.

"Julie, what happened?" The defender asked.

"I don't think I'm the right person to talk to you about. I think you should see it directly with her." Your sister replied. "And honestly, I think she may need your help." She added.

In the bedroom, you were curled up on the bed while trying to stop spiraling–which was almost impossible–when you heard the door getting opened. You didn't have to look to know that it was your girlfriend who was visibly worried about your state.

"Hey liebe(love), what's going on?" She asked after she sat next to you.

"I don't want to play tomorrow." You said making her more worried than before.

"Why?"

"Because that means I would have to see them, which I don't want."

"Who? Your parents?" You didn't reply and just nodded. She laid down next to you and cuddled you as much as possible. "Listen, I don't know what happened with them, but can you explain me why you feel like that? You are usually the one who always complains that they never come to see you play, and now you're not happy with that."

"Trust me, you don't want to know." 

"Of course, I want Y/n. They're the ones who raised you, and... they're your parents."

"They were." You stated making the defender's heart shatter at your expression. "They stopped being my parents at the moment they stopped seeing me like their daughter." 

"What happened?" She asked after a little silence.

"Nothing," you replied. Your body was slightly shaking, and you were crying again. "nothing happened. They just hate me because I... because I..." You couldn't find the strength to finish your sentence while you were remembering your sudden departure from the place you once called home.

Feli tried to calm you, but nothing seemed to work.

"They hate me because I love you." You said, and now the defender started to put some pieces together.

"They don't like who you are?" She asked, and you shook your head. She finally dragged you into a bone-crushing hug while you continued to cry on her shoulder.

"It's okay, babe; I'm here. I'll not leave you." She said trying to shush you.

"I don't want to see them, please." You pleaded to no one because you knew that whatever happened, you would have to face them.

Your girlfriend pulled away from the hug and cleared some tears from your face. "Hey, hear me out, mein liebe(my love). Even if these people don't like you, we will always be there for you. Me, Julie, and the team. And even Cinnamon and my parents too." She kissed one cheek and the other before she spoke again. "If they don't love you because of who you are, that's their problem. For me, you are the most beautiful and incredible woman who ever walked on this planet; you are perfect, and nothing could change that. I will not let some horrible people think that they can change that. I love you, and I don't care if I have to fight your parents or the entire planet to have you by my side, because I would definitely do it."

Your sobs were more calm after her confession. That was the first time someone said something like that to you. "Do you mean it?" You asked.

"Of course. And look, my parents already love you, so you don't have to care about what your parents think about us. And I was thinking that if one day I have to ask for someone's blessing to marry you, it will definitely be your sister..."

She continued to ramble for a moment until you kissed her, and she realized what she said.

"I mean only if you want, of course." She said making you laugh quietly.

"Let me some time to think about it, but I would be happy with that." 

You stayed in your girlfriend's arms for a moment until you heard someone knock on the door. When Julie opened it, she could tell that you cried a lot, but from your expression and Feli's tight grip, she could also guess that you finally decided to tell her about your past.

"Excuse me, I don't want to ruin anything, but I think we have a birthday to celebrate, and we still don't do anything today." Your sister reminded you.

~~~~~

The final whistle announced the end of the match, and with that, your victory. You were celebrating with your teammates when you spotted your sister and your parents among the VfL fans. You shoot a sincere smile at your sister but decide to ignore the other adults to not ruin the mood of the team.

After a little celebration in the locker room, it was time to leave. You were in the bus waiting for Feli to come, but the defender didn't show up since you left her a few minutes earlier.

"Hey, Poppi, do you know where Feli is?" You asked your captain, a little confused, not to see your girlfriend anywhere.

"She said she had someone to see, but she should be back really quickly." The striker replied, and despite your pout, there was nothing you could do except text her.

In the parking lot, your sister was talking with your parents when they heard someone coming in their direction.

"Feli?" Your sister asked very confusedly.

"Hi Prinzessin, I hope you enjoyed the game." The defender said while she hugged the younger woman. After she pulled away, she looked at your parents and held her hand, which they shook much to her surprise. "Hi, I'm Felicitas Rauch. I think you saw me play earlier."

"Yeah. We don't usually watch football; we came because our little girl wanted to see this match, but I need to say that I'm very impressed by your performance." Your mom said with a rather bright smile, and that's almost made your girlfriend feel sad to know that the smile that she loves the most came from someone who hates you the most.

"Yes, I have to say that I agree with my wife on that; your team was very good." Your father added, and the defender offered them a fake smile. Julie watched the interaction, totally flabbergasted by everything.

"Thank you. I really appreciate that, but I came to talk to you about something else." The German said, earning a confused look from the couple. "I'm Y/n's girlfriend." At those words, your parents faces changed suddenly. The bright and welcoming smile was quickly replaced by a heinous and disgusted expression. "See, I'm not here to ask for your blessings or anything like that. No, I came to tell you to never show in front of her again. You already destroyed her too much in the past, and it took me a very long time to put the pieces together. I don't know why you showed up today, but judging by your expression and your lack of good feelings for her, I don't think you're here to make things up. I just want you to leave and never come back. You ignored her for the most part of her career. I think it will not be very difficult to do the same a little longer."

"I knew it." Julie mumbled to herself after your girlfriend finished her speech.

"I don't say goodbye; just go straight to hell and leave her alone." The defender said before going back to the team bus.

Almost five minutes later, you were talking with Dom and Lena when you saw your girlfriend finally walking to the bus with an angry expression. However, this feeling totally got washed away when she saw you tap the seat next to you to indicate that you had saved her a seat. She crashed next to you and intertwined your fingers before resting her head on your shoulder.

"Where were you?" You asked quietly.

"Saying goodbye to someone." She said with a proud smile. When you nodded and were about to resume your previous chat, she grabbed your face with her free hand, making you look at her. "I'm really lucky to have you in my life, mein liebe." She said making you blush.

"I'm very lucky too." You replied. "I love you."

"I love you too."

[joshusten]

bitter melon (guy/honey, redacted audios)

Honey got stood up on a date and Guy tried to save their night.

(pre-relationship, hurt/comfort, jealousy (hohohoho), slight misunderstanding, conflict between characters, making up, fluff) 4.6k+ words [ao3 link] [masterlist]

[cw/notes: insecurities, self-depreciating thoughts and a lil breakdown im sorry honey has some issues over here (projecting moment?), NOT PROOFREAD as always LMAOO 

ALSO sadly guy isnt as silly (maybe really ooc) as he is most of the fic because he has Internal Conflict + i tried to make honey’s outfit and appearance as ambiguous as possible but i’m not sure how well i did with that ;---; so just keep that in mind! Idk how to feel about this fic ! i love it and i hate it LMAO]

"Oooh, what's got you all dressed up, roomie?"

It was the weekend—Kayla had just been picked up by her boyfriend, which had Guy realizing he and his favorite roommate had the place all to themselves for a few hours. As far as he recalled, he was off from work, and they hadn’t mentioned any errands to him for today. Perfect!

Guy had a bounce in his step as he arrived by the entrance to the room at the leftmost side of their shared apartment. He rapidly knocked at the door with a giddy “Hello?”, eagerly waiting for the response that he knew would always come. 

Hm, which game should they play this time? Smash was always an option but he wouldn’t mind trying something new with them. They could even watch some random YouTube documentary again like they did last time. Or maybe he can finally muster up the courage to ask them if they want to hang out somewhere outside the apartment that isn’t for laundry or groceries. 

He smiled to himself. Yeah, I’d like that. They can go to that new arcade that opened up nearby!

Before Guy can daydream more of sharing smiles in photo booths and frustratingly rigged crane games, the door opens to reveal the subject of his reverie, clad in clothing and accessories flashier than what they would typically wear. He got a whiff of a pleasant fragrance too and he realized that they must have put on a perfume of some kind.

Woah. 

They looked…amazing. They've always looked amazing. He had thought that about his grumpy companion even before the pair got close. But, seeing them in anything other than their usual casualwear or pajamas was definitely a surprise. 

The teasing amount of skin they had exposed didn’t go unnoticed by him, as well.

His roommate, by all means, was no prude. They even had their fair share of comebacks more vulgar than his flirts when they banter (Those particular interactions definitely do not keep him up at night, blushing and wide-eyed while he stares at the ceiling. Nope. Never.) This side of them, however, was something he’d never seen before until now. This side of how they present themselves with such boldness was new and he didn’t mind it at all.

The outfit looked good on them. Too good. A seductive dark top that very much complemented the tone of their skin, unbuttoned dangerously low enough to reveal the expanse of their collarbone that was adorned by a simple necklace. 

Their shoes gave them more height too, slightly towering over Guy more than they already did before and forcing him to tilt his head up a little for their eyes to meet. The dizzying scent of their cologne paired with those pants that hugged their figure just right had his mind reeling. It was mortifying—how they had him in such a daze so easily.

Fuck. 

Guy gulped nervously.

“You going out tonight with friends o–or something?” he frantically adds, suddenly aware of how much he was probably staring amidst his very appropriate train of thought about the person before him. Admittedly, the man was a little bummed that his plans to take them out first (Platonically, of course. How else would it be?) were off the table, though his interest had been piqued by what they were up to being dressed like that.

"Oh, uhm, no. I mean, yeah? Kinda? I'm…" They looked hesitant and a little…embarrassed? Well if it's something they don't want to share then he didn’t mind. Despite how much of a menace he is (with his roommate never failing to lovingly remind him of this), Guy wouldn’t want to force anything out of them, especially if it got them so uncharacteristically timid. He tends to forget such social cues, but he actively tries to improve and avoid being so pushy.

As he was about to reassure them that it was okay to not respond, they replied with a bashfulness that was unlikely of them, “I’m…going on a date.”

 A date? With someone else? Romantically? He felt his grip on the door frame tighten, and a sharp pang shot through his heart, silencing his buzzing mind for a split second before managing to fake a curious smile.

“Oh? Who are they? Do I know them?” He liked to think he inquired them out of politeness, like a nosey friend pestering someone about their crush, but the thought of his roommate being alone with someone for the night leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. He had the need to asses this person, and determine if they really were worthy of their time—of them—for reasons he isn’t really sure of, it just felt like instinct.

Guy internally cringed. What the fuck does that mean? Why the hell is he thinking like this? Protective! He’s being protective, of course. Any friend would want to protect their friend with things like these! A love life is a huge factor in someone’s happiness after all, right? So he, as a friend, can definitely be wary if someone could be a potential risk of heartbreak for their friend.

Okay, if he thinks of the word ‘friend’ one more time he might actually lose it.

He needed a cold shower. Yeah! He just needs a nice cold shower to shock his brain and stop the weirdest fucking thoughts from ever forming, especially thoughts concerning his roommate that’s currently driving him crazy in every way possible.

“Ah, no, I don’t think so. He’s from my class.” They shrugged, looking to the side awkwardly. “I dont know, he just asked me out yesterday and I figured, ‘Why not?’”

Guy hands began to twitch involuntarily as his roommate smiled at themself, oblivious to the spiral that he was having. "My friends kept on saying I should try letting loose and going out more so I guess it’s about time.” 

“Oh, uh, hope you enjoy, then.” God, he feels light-headed.

“Well, isn’t this a first. What, no witty remark? No innuendo about me finally ‘getting some’?” Guy fought the urge to grimace. Somehow those jokes would do nothing but sour his mood even more instead.

“Hey,” The man started, struggling to keep his voice steady. “Can’t I wish a friend good luck on their date?” Friend. The word felt worse and worse the more it festered in his mind. Yeah, that’s what they were. What they’ll ever be. Nothing more. 

“Pfft, whatever, man.” The smirk grew wider on their lips. They seem really excited and he shamefully thinks it might make him vomit at how eager they are for this date. He should support them, right? Guy can see how his roommate tends to keep to themself most of the time, especially when Kayla’s with them. So seeing them go out of their comfort zone should have been a relief. He should be happy for them.

Whenever Guy was with them, being happy was easy. So why was he having such a hard time now?

Their grin dropped when they glanced at their watch with widened eyes. “Oh shit, I think I need to go.”

They opened their bedroom door and lifted up their arms from the side in a way to reveal more of what they were wearing. “How do I look?” 

Yup, feeling dizzy again. Remember to breathe, Guy.

“Uh, yeah, y–you look great! Really.” Guy put on a strained smile. “Have fun, just don’t miss me too much, though. Might be unbecoming for your date.” He prays to god they don’t notice how his voice wavered at the end.

They rolled their eyes with a familiar chuckle that usually follows whenever he makes a joke, “Pfft, whatever.” 

Waving him goodbye as they rush to the exit. “Don’t wait for me when you’re gonna eat dinner, by the way. I might be home late!” One last look on their watch had them walking faster. “Okaygottacatchthebusnowbye–!”

 He heard the gentle click of the door shutting and the apartment felt lonelier than what he’s used to.

— 

Tap, tap, tap.

“In old legends, tales long forgotten, the sea is often said to be unkind. 

The sea’s temper is short, and his rage is felt through the angry swells of the water that eat sailors alive. His strength is tremendous, taking down the tallest of mountains and sinking whole countries with his surging claws. But most of all, his cruel waves do not discriminate, drowning both the wicked and the innocent altogether. He cares not for the last breath he takes from their lungs to fill with salt and water and death. 

Despite his hostility, the sea yearns for the moon. 

Whenever the moon came down to greet him like an old, treasured friend, the waters still. All is tranquil when the sky and the sea meet. The sea breeze is calm as the children play by the shore. The people were grateful, for the sea had fallen for the beauty in the sky.

But all good things never last.

The sea became selfish. He loathes the time when the moon eventually ascends to the abode of angels, their home. He loathes the loneliness that becomes of him when he can no longer feel the warmth of their glow. His loathing turns into wallowing in sorrow until he decides that he has had enough.

His calm waves suddenly grow with the intent to seize, to take, to keep the jewel of the night for himself. His desire for them to stay overflowed into his foolish actions that had done nothing but have the moon be victim to the harshness he had reserved for men.

The moon wept, and the sea received their tears. He had hurt them. He had hurt them in his act of love. They returned to the skies, burdened to carry the melancholy of a broken heart and the sea remains, afraid to cause more harm.

The moon never came down again.

His attempts to reconnect bear no fruit. A different kind of madness consumed him, wrapping around his very soul like how guilt wraps around the sinners. It’s God’s punishment, he deems, for his covetous ways. To chase for the sky but never touch the clouds, to stretch up to the heavens but never high enough. 

He had realized that they could not be attained. 

They will not come back for him.

Yet he continues to reach high above, hoping for the blessing of a god birthed by pity. To push his tides to the limit for a chance to be in the moon’s presence once more until the end of time.

It is all but a myth, ancient words that the people of the present cannot truly decipher, but all its messages share the same sentiment;

The sea is…”

“Hm.”

Tap, tap, tap.

“The sea is mysterious?”

“No, no, no…”

Tap, tap, tap.

“The sea is prideful?”

“Ugh, that doesn’t sound right either.”

Tap, tap, tap.

“The sea is spiteful?

Vitriolic?

Rancorous?”

The living room which was once filled with the constant stream of clicking laptop keys came to an abrupt halt. I give up. This whole ‘running away from your issues’ thing really isn’t working.

That same irritating pain still persisted. It was becoming less of an annoyance and more of a discomfort, aching to the point that Guy started to rub his chest a few times in an attempt to soothe it. What is up with me today? Even after the cold shower that he was sure would solve his current predicament, the feeling of unease still lingered. 

He figured he might as well do the writing exercises that his professor had assigned a few days ago to distract himself yet it was of no help at all. In fact, it was just fueling the fire of these messy emotions that he had been feeling. His tired eyes closed, fingers circling his throbbing temples, as he racked his mind for something that would best fit the final line. I swear to god it’s at the tip of my tongue!

His mind snapped out of focus after hearing the noise of the door suddenly opening. He managed to haphazardly type a word to try out before it could escape his mind so that he could finally finish this troubling assignment that had opened more problems he had meant to solve. 

The sound of heavy footsteps reached his ears and they burned, knowing full well who had just barged in. Speak of the devil. His roommate finally returned along with the sinking feeling in his ribs. They had gotten back from their date. Guy made sure to put on his most convincing smile. 

“Hey, roomie! Back already? How was it?”

“Uh, yeah, hi.” They didn’t bother to look at him, ignoring his eager questions while they hastily set down the small bag they brought. Guy sees them navigate through the kitchen to fill up a glass of water and hungrily gulp it down. “I-is Kayla here?”

He frowned, shifting his body to face where they were in the kitchen. “Uh, no. She texted me that she was staying over with her boyfriend. Why?”

“Thank god.” 

“Yeah, I know right? So, uh, how’s the date?”

No response came again, His roommate was seemingly distracted by whatever they were scrolling through on their phone but it was clear that they were purposely ignoring him.

“He-ey! I asked how the date was. Did something happen?” They were as timid as they were before. And like before, the unease in his gut grew.

“U-uhm, it was fine.” The man heard them murmur. Why were they so secretive? They seemed frazzled and they were doing that thing where they touched their cheeks to cover their face whenever they got warm because they were…flustered. Are they–? On that date, did they–? Did something happen like that between them and their date?

Unnoticed by his roommate, Guy’s eyes widened. The pain in his chest returned tenfold. This should’ve been a good thing. That means they had a great time. Why is he mad? Why does he get that sinking feeling? Why does he feel so spiteful about it?

“What, no juicy details? Oh, I get it. You’re keeping secrets from me! Not a kiss-and-tell typa person now, are we?”

Maybe it was stupid of him to prod, especially about the one thing that set this rollercoaster of confusing emotions in the first place. But he needs to know. What did they do? How was it? Did they like it— being with him instead of Guy?

They continued to ignore his lighthearted interrogations and Guy knew that he should’ve just dropped it at this point but something in him snapped all of a sudden. He isn’t sure if the agitation that built up had got to him but he couldn’t stop himself from blurting out his next words—harsher than intended.

“Hey, I'm not the selfish one over here who left me all alone inside at a weekend while they got to actually enjoy the night in some fancy restaurant or something. C’mon, spill!” 

The lightness in his tone never left. In fact, to anyone else, it would’ve sounded like his usual playful nagging Both of them, however, noticed the shift in the direction of their conversation. (Since when was he one to provoke someone?) He’ll blame it on being in the heat of the moment for now. They understand he was just curious like that, right? All he was sure of was that he needed to know what happened. Why is he mad? Stop being mad. They didn’t do anything wrong.

He noticed their flinch far too late.

“I got stood up, Guy. Was that what you wanted to hear? Because, god forbid, I get to actually go out and do shit for myself!” The acidity of the way they said his name sent chills up to his spine. Their voice was eerily still, its coldness made Guy’s blood freeze. “Because I’m such a selfish asshole to enjoy things for once, right?”

“Oh.” 

Oh fuck. He fucked up.

“Yeah, oh,” A dry chuckle left their quivering lips. “Can’t believe I fucking thought he would actually show up. Thought somebody wasn’t fucking around with me for once and I–” They abruptly stood up. The harsh scrape of the chair puts the whole room into an uncomfortable silence.

They weren’t flustered from the date, they were embarrassed. Humiliated. They had probably been waiting for that douchebag to show up only to receive false hope and pitying glances. And he just had to add insult to injury by being when he clearly should’ve just listened, should’ve stopped, should’ve comforted them. He can finally see the tears that began to stream down their face.

“It’s whatever. I’ll be in my room.” 

“Fuck, I–I’m sorry. I didn’t know that he–”

But they had already slammed their bedroom door with a force that shook the place. Guy stayed sitting on the couch, all alone once more. Great, you just had to be a dick because of your stupid fucking…feelings about the thought of them spending their time with someone else! 

He’s pathetic.

Here he was brooding over his roommate going out on a date only for whoever that moron was to throw away the fucking chance to spend time with them. But maybe he’s the bigger moron in this case. The guilt seeped into his bones and he felt them ache. What is going on with him? He was supposed to be there for them. To be a decent friend. But now, he just ruined their already shitty night more.

Truly pathetic.

His eyes darted to the last line he had typed on his laptop and he held his breath.

"The sea is a jealous being."

The lump in his throat became harder to swallow. He needs to make it up to them.

—

This is stupid. This is fucking stupid.

They should have never gone with it. They should have never accepted that asshole’s offer in the first place. 

The faint sounds of an old TV series played from their phone, which had long been abandoned within patterned sheets, accompanied the figure that was currently trembling under the blankets. Stuttering, hiccuped gasps filled the room with a suffocating gloom. They think their hoarse throat couldn’t handle another broken sob to let out, having already cried every single last drop of their wallow out hours ago, their hot cheeks sticky from its tears. 

It wasn’t like this was the first time something involving relationships didn’t work out with them. They were used to it. They should be used to it—being left out, avoided, and unwanted. (It’s just a stupid date, it wasn’t even meant to be serious. Why are you making it a big deal? Why are you so affected?)

Why are they so affected by this? What made them think they were all-so-suddenly desirable to someone? Why did they even think they had a shot at all this lovey-dovey shit in the first place? 

Stupid, stupid, stupid. They’re shit with expressing their emotions and even shittier with dealing with them. Their outburst a while ago was a testament to that, shouting at Guy when he didn’t know any better. Maybe everything tonight was doomed from the start, then. They should’ve expected the hurt. Heartbreak was far from being a stranger to them at this point.

A tired groan came out of them again. 

Tired. They’re so tired.

Hungry rumbles erupted from their stomach. Damn it. Thanks to their ‘date’, they weren’t able to eat. Fuck it. Waiting out until Guy’s in bed and sneaking out of their room to eat would probably be the best option. For now, they stay bundled in their bed—thoughts spiraling, head pounding, eyes swollen, and a heavy heart waiting for its pieces to be picked up again.

Then they’ll sleep it off like always. And then they’ll confront him about it, play it off like it’s another bad day so he’ll stop worrying because they know he will. Everything’s back to normal— they’ll apologize for the overreaction, he’ll joke about it and everybody goes on with their lives again.

Yeah. That could work.

Knock, knock! 

“Hello?”

What the–? Ugh. For the love of–

“Hello? Roomie? You there?”

When they wanted to confront the roommate that they snapped at, they didn’t mean right now!

“What do you want, Guy?” 

“Can you come out, please? It’s…important.” 

They finally stood up from their blanket cocoon, hastily wiping the tears from their eyes to try and ‘shoo’ their roommate away. The door swung open, ready to put on their whole grumpy facade again. “Guy, I’m not really in the mood for–”

“Good evening, prestige customer! Your dinner awaits.”

What.

“Wha-- How did– When did you–?” Not giving any mind to Guy’s abominable impersonation of a British accent nor the messy scrawls of black ink on paper that vaguely resembles a mustache taped to his mouth, their eyes wander around the living room, confused and curious. 

The atmosphere was completely different from the bleak apartment they had been enduring for months. Multicolored lights that they usually use for the holidays hung around the area, providing the dim room with enough light to give a dreamy ambiance. The small foldable table set they had for eating was moved to the middle, covered in what they remembered to be Guy’s freshly cleaned checkered blanket that they had just picked up from the laundry when they were doing errands. 

On the table were some scented candles in mismatched glass containers, and two servings of a dish they couldn’t recognize. They even noticed faint jazzy music playing in the background to imitate the mood of a pretentiously lavish restaurant.

Overall, the decor clashed together horribly, yet despite that, they’d never seen the apartment so charming. The improvised set-up looks endearingly…cozy. 

“Come, let me guide you to your table,” Guy, err, the waiter, dressed in a white longsleeved button-up and apron, led them to the center, pulling out a chair and tucking the napkin he had around the collar of their shirt. The man directed their attention to the ceramics containing what seemed to be their dinner this evening.

“Our main course that the chef has prepared for tonight is a creative twist of a classic European dish composed of a rich tomato-based sauce paired with a unique and innovative pasta shell shape, garnished with traditional Italian herbs and spices.” “Guy, that’s a bowl of SpagetthiOs with some dried basil sprinkled on top,”

“Shush! Don’t ruin the immersion. And I am not Guy! I’m a waiter! Ahem!” The totally legitimate server who is not their roommate coughed very un-fakely, before composing himself in a more very real professional stance (then again, that might actually be real, seeing that he also serves the tables at Max’s when he’s not out delivering). 

“I believe your date has returned. A very dashing fellow if I do say so myself, consider yourself lucky!” Guy suddenly ducked down out of view (though they could very much see him all the same) removing the mustache and button-up to reveal a shirt with a tacky tuxedo print on it. 

He stood up, fixed a few strands of his hair that stuck up from his sudden movement, and looked at the person in front of him with a beaming expression. 

“Hey, honey! Just got back from the restroom. Wow! The food looks amazing!”

All ‘Honey’ could do was stare dumbfoundedly before covering their smiling mouth with a trembling hand. A small chuckle became a bemused giggle until eventually they were full-on belly-laughing.

“H-Honey? Really? Where did you even get that from? And what the hell are you w-wearing?” Their voice shook, unable to contain any semblance of composure. This whole situation felt like it was pulled straight from a rom-com. 

Guy laughed with them as he sat down to his side of the table. “Oh, so you like it? The nickname…came to me naturally. Feel like it suits you a lot, seeing how sweet you are to me, right?”

 Honey, huh? They wouldn’t mind him calling them that. 

“Also, I don’t know what you’re talking about! I think I look the most classy I’ll ever be!”

“Well, I’m underdressed then.” Their laughter had died down, slowly processing everything going on, well, it made them want to cry. All of this, for them? It’s too much trouble to go through.

“Nah, you’re fine! And besides, you look pretty all the time—which by the way, is absolutely not fair! I’m supposed to be the hot roommate here!” He declared with a mock offended tone as he sassily put his hands on his hips. Honey hoped he wouldn’t notice how their cheeks burned at how casually he called them ‘pretty’, like it was second nature.

“Then again, I wouldn’t mind if you underdress some more, ehh–”

It was his comfortingly familiar lewd quips, something they didn’t realize they missed hearing, yet why did their eyes water instead? The sobs that they weren’t aware they had been keeping in broke their dam again. Their cheeks must’ve grown tired from their crying all night, but this time, these weren’t tears for some dickhead that ditched them. 

The abrupt stop of laughter and panicked sputtering from Guy after hearing their croaky sniveling would have had Honey laughing if they weren’t already struggling to breathe from their convulsive crying. “Oh, fuck! Uh, okay, sorry! I’m sorry! Bad timing! I shouldn’t have joked–”

“No, no, Guy, I’m sorry I–” They let out a shaky breath. “Wh–why did you go through all the trouble for me? I-I snapped at you and I don’t–,” hands wildly gestured around their surroundings. “–deserve all of this! I don’t– I’m so sorry I–”

“Hey, no, don’t apologize. You deserve this, okay? If someone like Kayla gets to share a night with her boyfriend then you, out of all people, deserve to spend your weekend having a great time and I won’t let some jerk ruin that for you,” He looked at Honey in the eyes with a sincerity that involuntarily made them shiver.

It’s not often that Guy was this serious with them. It was only reserved for moments when it was late at night and their teasing and gossip turned into deeper talks about anything and everything. They forgot how intense the look in his pretty eyes could get, how it felt like he saw through them, through their very being.

“I’m…one of those jerks, too. I really shouldn’t have said those words to you. You’re not selfish or an asshole. Your date was the asshole for not showing up and that’s a reflection on him rather than yourself. I just sprouted out those stupid things because I was just…bitter that you had your own plans when I really didn’t have the right to be.” Among other things. He decided not to bring up the other messy emotional stuff in his head. It’s not what they need to hear right now. “I’m really sorry for pushing you. I…really hope that you can forgive me but I would understand if you won’t.”

“I forgive you, Guy. Thank you for… for all of this. It really means a lot.”

They shared a tender smile as they continued their chatting with their dinner. By the time they cleaned the dishes and put everything back in its original place, the pair plopped down on the soft cushions of their sofa. Guy shifted himself into a better position to face Honey.

“I’m surprisingly still not sleepy. What else do you wanna do for tonight?”

“Hm…Smash?”

“Honey! How scandalous! Take me out to dinner first! Oh, well technically, I already did, so I guess your wish is my command after all—Ow!”

“I meant the game, you freak!” --- THIS FIC TOOK SOOOOO LONG i was so close to giving it up BUT WE'RE HERE EYYYY also this was suppose to have a bonus scene but ehhhh idk where i was going with it rlly rlly hope you enjoyed ;--; i'm still not rlly happy with how i wrote this but there are some parts that i rlly like so i decided to post it HAHAHAHA feel free to give me feedback :DD and have a nc day/night!!

[sugarsfics]

Prom

Summary: Eddie doesn’t do prom but you do. So he shouldn't be mad that someone else asked you out right? 

A/N: Edit of Eddie at Prom is from @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

Trope: Eddie x reader; Friends to lovers 

Warning: Tiny hurt a lot of comfort, cussing, bad writing, metion of drug, kissing,  

Word count: 2.0k 

Prom…..You love prom, well the idea of it you've never been to one, getting dressed up being a prettier version of yourself, and dancing all night with your friends. Ever since you learned what prom was you fantasized about it,in sixth grade you watch your sister go to prom. You have a tight bond with your sister you tell her everything and vice versa, she knows about your crush, she is currently pursuing her dreams of being a fashion designer so sadly she will not be able to see you or help you get ready for prom like you did her. You went dress shopping with her, watched her do her makeup, getting in the car with her date, you begged you parents to let you stay up till she came home you wanted to hear very detail of her night. You hung on to every word, imagining yourself in her shoes. You dream of that moment. It was finally prom season, your senior prom, you only wanted to go with one person Eddie Munson.

Eddie Munson, the man you have been crushing on since he moved to Hawkins. He was your dream boy, your fantasy man, you had Kirk Hammett, Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Slash poster all over your wall Eddie fit right into your type. But you never knew his type he never spoke about girls, other than a fair maiden in his campaign that sounded a little too much like you but you are not going to feed into your delusions. But he makes it very clear on how he feels about couples and prom especially prom. The couples thing you kinda understand the making out in the halls, the overly saying I love you too the point it has no meaning, the list could go on. But with prom he hated everything about it the dressing, overly expensive ticket, the dancing, the music, being in a place with people that he hated, so you weren’t surprised to his answer to Jeff’s question.

“Ahh prom time again” he said while looking at all the posters advertising it in the hallway “Did you buy your ticket Eddie” he gave Jeff a glare “Hell no why would I waste my so little money I have on that” the boys laugh with Eddie “Well I did” you exclaimed. There heads snapped fast “What” “Yeah I brought my ticket like the first day tickets went on sale” you beamed “Why would you do that” Eddie said “I unlike you I want to go to prom so I am going and bought my ticket “Oh thank god I bought me one too” Joe added. Joe was new to the school he fit right in with you guys. He had brown eyes, light brown curly hair on the shorter side, he was cute but he wasn’t Eddie. “At least I won’t be alone now” you laugh, not aware of Eddie’s stare at the interaction. “Maybe we can go together like a date” Joe said Date you are going to have a date to prom. You face light up as Eddie’s fell “Yes I would love that”

Hellfire club had a spoken unspoken rule no one can date you. Why? Eddie Munson has the biggest crush on you but won’t say it. All the boys knew about Eddie’s crush, Eddie didn’t tell them, it was obvious. He would stare at you when talking, he made a seating chart for the lunch table an DnD having you right next to him, you were the only one aloud to touch his music, your taste in music help a lot with that one. So about a year ago you and Eddie were both in lunch detention when the boys made the rule, also thinking of ways to get you guys together. All the boys knew except Joe he was late to the group now Eddie is staring at him wishing Joe’s head would explode.

Eddie came to lunch the next day flabbergasted, Joe was sitting next to you he shouldn't be there he should be on the other side next to mike at the end, he place him there for a reason for he wouldn’t be anywhere near his girl, you, he means you, not really. “Um what are you doing” he asked “Oh hi Eddie” you chirped with a smile, he loved your smile, “We were just discussing prom and didn’t want to do it shouting across the table” “Well my sweet y/n there are rules and a seating chart so” he slowly turned to Joe “Get going to your seat” you looked at Joe apologetically “It’s fine we can just meet up later” “Oh yeah duh I forgot we could see each other outside of school” you joked. What have I done Eddie thought now they are going to hang out after school alone.

Eddie was moody well moodier then normal when Friday came around, tomorrow was prom he knew by Monday that would be the talk of the school, between you and Joe. You and Joe, he hated the thought of you too together making memories what if you kiss tomorrow night, what if you start liking Joe, what if you walked in hand in hand with Joe Monday morning all because he didn’t tell you, his feelings. He knew how much you like prom he loved watching your eyes lit up when talking about it he wanted to take you. When you said you bought your ticket, he was going nonchalantly say something along the lines of “I will go since you are going to be lonely” but stupid Joe bet him to it. When he sat down at lunch, he couldn’t help but smile at your excitement. You looked like a little puppy full of energy waiting to go outside, he wished you were that excited because of him.

You woke up to your sister jumping on your bed “Wake up little girl it’s prom time” You jumped out of bed and hugged your sister. “You came” “How could I miss you big day, the day you have been dreaming about forever” you blushed “Ohh shush not forever” yes, yes you have. “Now let’s go eat my made breakfast then we can start on your hair” she squealed grabbed your hand then you both ran downstairs click you have been blinded by the flash “Ay mom” “Sorry miha but you know about me and my pictures” “But I'm just getting up” “And you are holding hands with your sister so picture moment” she sassed “Now come and sit” After breakfast your sister got to work with you hair. She curled it and put it into a low half up after down style with a black bow to match your dress. Your dress was a beautiful black dress, it was a mid-length black sparky tulle with bows on the shoulder, you paired it with some black flats you really wanted to wear heels, but you can’t walk let alone dance in them. You did your makeup, nice sharp black eyeliner, with some black on the water line, a nice matte dark red color. It was perfect.

Eddie was stressing out, the hellfire club was over, he told them that they would do a one-shot, but he just wasn’t in the game. He got up and went to the bathroom when uncle Wayne walked out “Is that boy still in a funk” “Yep” said Jeff “We need to find out why” “Oh we know” then Eddie walked out and all eyes were on him “What” “Eddie” Gareth started “You should go” “Are you kicking me out my own house” “No you should go to prom” “There is no way I am going” “What up with prom” Wayne asked “Nothing I’m not going” “Say where is Y/N” Wayne said “At her house getting ready for stupid prom probably all dolled up and gorgeous for stupid Joe” he growled Wayne gave a knowing look “Ah I see are you sure you don’t want to go the prom” “Yes I'm sure I am not going unless it is with Y/N-” he eyes got wide did he just say that out loud. The boys laugh "FINALLY" "Finally what do you mean finally" “We will explain later but now we have to get you too prom”Dustin said “But-” “No buts" Wayne cut in "you are going to get the girl” They quickly ran around the house trying to find nice clothes for Eddie the found a black button up, a pair of none ripped jeans, and one of Wayne black blazers, he fixed his hair to look tamed and was out the door. Now he had to go to your place and find a way into prom.

Joe got there in a black and white tuxedo, a little basic tbh, your mom snapped her pictures then you headed toward the car he was driving you there. The ride was quiet low music playing your mind wondered imaging Eddie being in Joe’s position, but no. Eddie was driving like a maniac to your house, he got there then ran to your doorsteps and knocked, your sister answered “Hey? Can I help you” “Hi” he said out of breath “Is- um- is y/n here” “No she just left” “shit” he said under his breath “Your Eddie aren’t you” Yeah why” “Just wondering” she said with a smirk she was definitely telling you this tonight. He ran back to the van and sped out the driveway to the school. He parked in the back that was close to the exit of the gym. He waited a good 5 long minutes till someone opened the back door, Robin. “Hurry in loser” “How did you know” “Dustin told me.” He was about to reply that he saw you, you looked like a fallen angel so perfect then Joe came into view, and he rolled his eyes. “Go get her” Robin said as she pushed him. You made eye contact Eddie you mouthed. Eddie jogged to you “Hey fancy seeing you guys here” “Eddie what are you doing here” “Listen we need to talk” “And it couldn’t wait till after” “Nope” he dragged up away “Eddie what is-” “Please before you date Joe listen to me” “Date Joe? Why would I date Joe?” “Because you like him right I mean he is your date to prom so” “I don’t like him like that” “Then why are you his date” “Were you going to ask me and be mine” “Yes” “See I- wait what” “Yes I was, I was going to ask you literally at the same moment that Joe did but he speak 2 seconds before those 2 seconds have been haunting me since then” Eddie wanted to take you to prom “Wow I- Wow" “I know you probably would have said no so maybe it was a good thing-” Eddie felt your lips on his he melted into the kiss your lips were so soft. You ended the kiss and giggled when Eddie chased after your lips “I would have said yes if that wasn’t proof enough” he smirked “I think I need more proof” he grabbed your waist and pulled you in but then a cough interrupted, you both turn to see Joe “Joe I am sorry” “Its ok I had a feeling this would happen” “Listen I-” “Y/n its fine we came as friends it is very obvious about you too I swear I thought you guys were dating when I first met you” “Oh” you blushed “Have fun Y/n, Eddie treat her well” “You know I will” he teased and winked at you. "Oh I sorry Eddie my lips left a stain let me-" "No" he grabbed your hands "I want everyone to know I kiss the prettiest girl in Hawkins" Eddie danced with you all night. He bribes them with $20 and some weed to play some Metallica. The night ended with Eddie driving you home, kissing you on your doorstep “Until tomorrow my queen” he bowed and kiss you hand “Tomorrow” you questioned “What is tomorrow” “Oh yeah I forgot to tell you we have a date” He got into his van and watch you walk in before going into the living finding your sister on the couch waiting for you “Tell me everything”

[angelbambifemme]

Favourite outfits? Style inspo? Any fashion/styling tips? Your outfits are insanely pretty and adorable btw

OH GOSH this is the best question to receive before bed! Yes, yes, yes I am a big fashion person! And thank you literally so much! 🥺💞

I'd say that my favorite outfit is this one here <3

I'd say my style teeters on vintage. I absolutely *adore* Renaissance dresses especially. I've actually gotten one recently! I haven't taken a picture yet sadly cause I've not had a reason to wear it, but I definitely will take pictures when I can. My style definitely takes a lot of inspiration from the coquette aesthetic. Frilly dresses? Lace and ruffles? Pink? Sign. Me. UP.

As for my choice of shoes, I love mary janes and ballet flats. You would not catch me dead wearing any sort of sneakers or "modern" type shoes.

And for fashion tips? Well, just have fun and experiment! It's always prime time to play a bit of dress up. Mix and match stuff, just see what you like and go with what you feel makes you feel most confident. Always know what colors compliment you and know how to coordinate them. Do your clothes go well with your hair color? That's awesome! I always love to do that. I find that beige/cream colors always compliment my hair color + gives a more vintage vibe. Not that you always *need* to find things that compliment your hair color. Again, just have fun! Your wardrobe is your paradise. Make of it what you will!

And always try to be objective about your body type. Being fashionable doesn't apply to a select few body types. Instead of focusing on what you see in the mirror and what you dislike about your body, pick apart the aspects that you do like and try to accentuate them a bit. Big hips? A skirt with splits on either side would look gorgeous! If skirts aren't your thing, find your thing. It's all about personal style and comfort. Maybe your pants are too tight or too big. That's okay! It's the clothes, not you. Besides; this just leaves more room to go shopping for some cuter clothes <3

Note: and please. When buying, especially online, please check your measurements...I learned the hard way by attempting to eyeball things. Eyeballing can lead to clothes that are either too tight or too big and a few dollars lost that could've been spent on your correct size. </3

Also, don't go *TOO* over the top with your spending habits in buying clothes. Trust me, as a high femme who loves fashion it is tempting, but please have mercy on your wallet.

At the end of the day, fashion is all about feeling confident and comfortable and looking darn good while doing it. Have fun and never be afraid to experiment.

[noemilivv]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request a romantic Hazbin Match up!

Just call me Olivia.

Pronouns: She/her Sexuality: Straight

Style: My style ranges depending on my mood but it consistantly falls into three categories of dresses (Usually knee length with a fit and flare waist), comfy (Sweaters and comforters), and sexy (Think corsets and bustiers.). I like wearing make-up and styling my hair into cute styles (Sadly I suck at braiding.) Shoes… honestly I think I like all shoes except crocks. I love Nail art too!

Hobbies/Interest: Drawing, singing, gaming, reading and shopping. I like trying out new things from activities and foods. Favorite subjects are history, mythology, and computer science, and I like building furniture when I have a guide.

Book genres: Romance, Fantasy, Historical, and Mystery

Personality:

I'm called a social butterfly by everyone I know. I've also been told I have a tendency to adopt introverts into my circle and care for them. No joke, I've been invited to place because I'm willing to talk to strangers and not shy away from conversation. I've been told that I'm very entertaining to be around because I'm very bubbly and animated in my interactions because I like making people happy.

Jokes on everyone because internally I'm very shy and a nervous wreck, I just know how to hide it well. I definitely can suffer from feeling inadequet and have imposter syndrome XD Honestly to quote my favorite character: I'm an insecure, neurotic control freak… on crack. I can also be materialistic and pouty.

I'm very protective over my loved ones, think "Hurt them, I hurt you and no one will find the body." I tend to hover over loved ones if they are sick or sad and help take care of them.

I also can definitely be a bitch but usually the other person deserves my ire. I also will hold grudges if people backstab me or my loved ones. They can say they are sorry but I will not trust them again nor will I let them near my circle of people.

Fav Foods: I love spicy foods, baked goods, and love trying to make new dishes or eating them.

Love Languages: Physical Touch: I love to cuddle, hug and everything else under the sun. If I'm kissed on the forehead, I will swoon.

Emotional: This is a must because if there's no emotional connection why is there a relationship to begin with. I want to be able to talk to my partner and them to me no matter the situation. Both the good and the bad.

Gift giving: I don't care what kind of gift, for me it's the thought that counts that I was on his mind.

My type: I'm very specific in my type so I'mma choose two good and one bad: I want someone loving and caring, and not a jackass. Otherwise I will be the one punching them.

Lord… I sound like a mess XD I feel bad for this but I'm really curious so good luck!

hello olivia!! this was one i wasn’t so sure on who i was gonna do, but i decided on…

Sir Pentious !!

Pentious definitely fits your type imo because he’s actually so genuine and sweet like I would not understand anyone who thinks he’s a jackass lmao

He’s very big on physical touch, but he’s scared shitless to initiate like anything ever, so the fact that he doesn’t have to worry too much calms him down a lot haha

Pen is a bit shy and a tad bit of a wreck haha so the fact that you’re social enough to draw him out of his shell a little AND aren’t too crazy for him is something that matches well with the row of you <3

He also feels very flattered if you ever get protective over him, it kinda makes him all warm inside, like you care about him so much to be protective? Like bro, he’s swooning

[find-your-queery]

Where to start... lived most of my 50 years as a straight female but seemingly from a different planet to most.. not Mars or Venus but somewhere else entirely. Autism strongly in the family but that alough its close that never quite fit me.. then l learned about ADHD (currently starting the diagnosis process, though I'm pretty sure..).

Always been bi-curious (to use an old-fashioned term) and had the odd huge attraction to another woman but have never taken it anywhere. Currently in a long-term straight relationship (with a man, tb clear!) but having major desires to get with a woman. Partner is non amenable, sadly.

Never felt like a woman, always a massive tomboy, but hate sports and violent films, and love shoes, jewelry and shopping...(?) thought my lack of feeling female (was amazed when I got was pregnant - this means I'm actually a human and actually a woman!!) was just my lack of confidence in my looks and ability to do 'female' things. Now I'm not so sure.

Recently, I'm finding my worlds expanding and seriously questioning everything. My two extraordinary, wise offspring are queer (lesbian and non-binary) and on the spectrum. Their generation is amazing. I have learnt so much and been so inspired, but it has left me more than a little confused.

Ive never felt happy on my skin, never quite right. I hated puberty, didnt want any of it. Hate having boobs (except breastfeeding was brilliant). I'm not trans but maybe I'm non-binary? She/her feels fine, feels wierd to change it now, I look female and happy to present feminine sometimes, thought mostly I eschew dresses.. somedays I just feel more comfortable acting as a man. All my childhood idols were men, but maybe that was just growing up in the 80s? I don't want to make a fuss but I feel so massively drawn to the queer community and I just want to understand who I am.

Maybe, ultimately, it doesn't matter. But still, I'd like to know your thoughts..

Unsure whether you want me to analyze for either or both orientation and gender, so I'll go with both!

The terms I can most associate with you in terms of sexuality are Bisexual!

You seem to already know what it means, but for clarification Bisexual people are attracted to two or more genders! Although you said your attraction to women "never went anywhere," your attraction is still very real and very valid! If you still aren't sure however, Bi-curious is still an excellent way to identify, as it means you may be curious about being attracted to more than one gender!

The labels and terms I can most associate with you in terms of gender are Genderfluid, Bigender, and GNC (Gender Non-Conforming)!

Genderfluid people feel different genders at different times! This can fluctuate over a day, week, or sometimes months! Genderfluid people can feel any single gender, mix of genders, or no gender at all at any given time! This label falls under both the Nonbinary and Trans umbrellas.

Bigender is a label that is very related to Genderfluid, in which Bigender people's gender fluctuates, but is a bit more specific in that they typically fluctuate between only two gender identities. This is typically associated with being either male and/or female, but can also be for other identities such as Agender and female, Nonbinary and male, and many other combinations!

GNC (Gender Non-Conforming) is a term for people who present, behave, express themselves, or even have interests in a way that does not fit the gender norm! Examples include a man wearing a skirt, dress, and/or makeup, or a woman wearing a suit or acting in a masculine way!

Other related labels and terms not chosen: transmasc (not chosen due to still having connection to agab [assigned gender at birth]), nonbinary (not chosen due to feeling connections to binary genders)

PLEASE NOTE: Though I did not choose transmasc as one of the main options, you can still be transmasc even with the reasoning you gave for dismissing it! Gender identity, gender presentation, and interests are all different and separate things, and everyone's combinations of such are very different!

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If you disagree with this answer and/or think there is a better label/term that fits the inQueery, that's okay! Kindly let us know so we can learn together!

[seraphirism]

🐈‍⬛anon is here!!

Well, I would love to pull gacha but I'm too broke for it, I have only like 19k of butterflies? Sadly, I don't have an opportunity to buy butterflies (if I could've, I would've bought voiced episodes... but sadly I can't follow my dreams...) but probably I will pull gacha anyway and have some ugly ahh shoes like every time I try to trick my luck.

As for the type— yeah, calm and gentle ones are really a good type, I'm a sucker for those who are kind to me and are like 'you can depend on me☺️'. I instantly turn into that one meme where a werewolf is ripping apart his shirt. Maaan, to be honest I was a Teddy fan when the Villa butlers were added to our Barbie Dream House crew BC he's soooooo sweet and cheerful and and and— *got shot* ehem anyway, I'm sorry, I'm rumbling. Have a good day Sol!! And yeah, it's a pity we can't add friends in aknk bc honestly? that would be very fun and nice. I hardly have anyone to discuss my devil boys with so it would be cool to have some friends in the fandom.

exactly, I have like 4k butterfly diamonds now 😭 like it’s almost funny. while aknk isn’t a pay to play game (like at all), it is a very pay to get the cards kinda game. like almost all Japanese fans (who’s fan content I consume voraciously on twitter) pull on the guaranteed (paid) banners of their favourite characters events. it’s almost useless going for the normal gacha unless you’ve saved up a heck lot.

while I do feel the compulsion to spend money on the gacha, it’s hella expensive for me when I convert Japanese yen to my country’s currency 😭 I felt the most tempted when I saw that we had to pay to unlock the voiced main story chapters; like damn, I love story content that’s completely voiced. aknk already has a very strong voice actor cast—don’t tempt me (T-T)

before I started replaying in June of this year, I was kinda apprehensive about the villa butlers (I knew nothing about them). I thought I wouldn’t like them as much as I liked the original cast of butlers. then for funsies (before reading the 2.5 update), I thought I’d consume some casual Teddy content…

and then I had a miss jackson moment (yes, from the meme). next thing you know, within minutes i had read 2 of his initial card stories.

like I remember showing one of his scenes to my sister (where he’s holding a mop in his hand), dressed in sports wear and that my friend changed my brain chemistry; my sister said that he was the most babygirl guy she had seen in a long while.

like I want to take him out on dates. no, he’s not my butler—he’s my girlfriend ✨💗💅

the recent stories have almost made me forgot that he’s not a lil cute swordsman nerd—he’s been through hell and back 😭 his past has been brushed over but I don’t think it’s completely over. i think more nitty gritty stuff will come out; you can see it subtly in how obsessed he is with becoming better and stronger, more reliable in the eyes of Aruji and the rest.

ahem—see I blabber a lot when I get the opportunity to do so (๑>◡<๑)!

yes, I don’t have many people to talk to either about aknk 😭 tumblr is still a blessing where we do have some fans active. I hope some of the fan content creators from twitter migrate to tumblr 🙏 tumblr is way too comfortable for me; twitter is kinda intimidating (^_^)

also, I can’t believe it’s October already. the year went by so fast〜we’ll be having a Halloween event and then in December we’re going to have the anniversary event (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) I can’t wait for it!

have a lovely day, 🐈‍⬛–anon! also, have you checked out some of the homescreen interactions of Bellen and Shiro? man, Shiro’s conversations with the butlers are so entertaining, while Bellen on the other hand is living up to his title of the older brother of all time ✨

[pbandjesse]

Sadly baby mouse died overnight. I am not shocked after how quickly he deteriorated yesterday. I just hope he was comfortable in the end. I feel really bad. But I tried my best. I really did. I would bury him with his brother in the clover pot.

I felt sad this morning because of that. I hadn't slept bad. And let myself sleep until 9. When I woke up I had a sore throat. It's like deep in the base of my skull. Which might be be allergies but it for sure not comfy.

I got dressed. And tried to feel fine. I cleaned up all the mouse stuff. Said goodbye. Tried to feel normal.

I had a little breakfast. And I worked on the sweater project. I decided that it's not the right shape. Which is alright. It was a fun try and I will move on to the next project now. I am not sure what that will look like but I'm looking forward to trying to make something else

My hands need a little break I think though and I might do some sewing to get ready for the Christmas market. Or draw some new bears. We will see.

I would chill on the couch after I vacuumed up the yarn fluff I got all over the living room. I thought about cleaning but then I was just a bit paralyzed. I was tired and couldn't do anything. So I didn't. I had a deviled egg. I ran downstairs to get a package for a neighbor when the doorbell rang. I laid in bed for a little while.

I got up at 12 and finished getting ready. I put my shoes on. And I was off. I said hello to my neighbor outside. And drove to awah.

I put on music to hype myself up. And got there early. I was most of the way set up when Zoe got there.

It was a fun day. I was really pleased to see the sisters back from the spring who I really like. I also just really liked the project. We were talking about geometric shapes and colors and patterns. And everyone seemed really into it. Which I always love. I just want everyone to have fun. And this was a good one.

Me and Naomi also made some art to encourage the teens. One of the sister, Tiffany, loved the black outlines on my art and asked if she could do it too. Of course!! She seemed so excited, it was so sweet. Her sister, Sierra, held my hand and told me she was afraid of bees. She also was very concerned with the dates of the class which I think is very sweet. She just wants to know what's up, which I can absolutely relate too.

We had a lull between groups and were able to reset. I had a nice conversation with Mary Ellen about what puhtok does and the group I work with on Tuesdays with profoundly disabled students. She got a little misty! I was surprised but I also got it.

The adult class was fun. I had a nice conversation with Andrew and his dad about how Andrew has such a beautiful eye for color and his work reminds me of Hilma af Klint. Which I think made Andrew flattered.

I also just had some nice interactions with Richard and his aid. About pop art and painting. It was a fun class.

Me and Naomi would chat about her trip next weekend and how we have no class. It'll be nice to have a free Sunday. And we were pretty good at reminding people about it. Hate to mess up any of their routines, I know how important that is for them, but everyone seems mostly chill about it.

It would take a little bit to get all of the materials out away. Andrew and Brian had helped us bring things to the table and I got everything put away. Chatted with Andrew's dad. But soon it was time to go.

I remembered to alarm the building. And then walked to my car. Which was surprisingly warm. I took my sweater and socks off. And wrote my notes for the class while the ac cooled down the car.

I I went to target. I was originally going to go this morning but I am glad I waited. It was fun. But it was also incredibly busy. Target was having some kind of sale if you used the app. Which finally pushed me to download the app.

And I saved so much??? I had $18 in Cashback on my account I didn't know about and a $5 gift card, plus 30% off half my items. I ended up getting a $95 order for $58! That's crazy!

I did really good sticking to my list. But I also treated myself to a beautiful green fleece jacket that I love. Its so soft. And if we use girl math, with my discounts today I got it for free.

Of course it's way to warm to wear it. But in the coming weeks I am sure it's going to be great.

I paid after waiting on a very long line. Almost left the store without getting the security tag taken off the fleece but after the door beeped at me twice I went back and got it fixed. Oops.

I dropped off my purchases in the car and walked to five below. Which was also to busy but it was fine. I did not have luck finding what I was looking for. The final items on my list. Pimple patches and brown sugar chapstick. I still had fun looking around.

I remembered I had a $10 gift card for Ulta so I walked next door and had great luck. I found a new brand of patches that weren't expensive and the brown sugar chapstick! Which had a redesigned package so I'm glad I was able to find it even if it didn't look like I expected from the old packaging.

The girl at the counter was excited for me that my total was $4 after my gift card. Excellent. Love a deal. She also helped me fix my Ulta account that wasn't set up correctly. Why it had my Minnesota address and my brother's name I will never know. Weird weird weird.

I walked to the Michaels next. No luck on the strap material but I found a few other little things I was excited about. Some ribbon and super glue. A cup and a wall hook shaped like a heart. I had a coupon for there too. I was doing really good today.

I got a piece of candy while I was there and ate that while I walked back to the car. And then home.

It was a nice drive back. And I was really happy to be back. I was tired.

James was playing DND with their friends. I put things away and laid on the couch with sweetp. James said they would play for another hour. And once that hour was up I requested they get off and have dinner with me. So they did.

They would run to the store to get dressing. And then we had a salad, fries, and grilled cheeses for dinner. James just made one dinner that we shared and it was very sweet. I love my husband.

I have been hanging out all evening. Texting Celia about how whimsy is the best prevention for COVID. Sweetp was being a little cutie cuddling me. I got a shower. James and me are in bed now. I am very much ready for sleep.

James told me that they are very sorry that baby mouse died. But they feel like taking care of him healed something in them for the mouse tests they had to do in highschool. I am glad that we tried. I am sad but I know we showed kindness and that is important to me.

Tomorrow we are taking Sweetp to the vet for a check up. He is to fat so I am expecting them to tell us that. But besides that I think we are just having a chill day. I hope it is restful.

Sleep well everyone. Wash your hands and take care of eachother.

[milla984]

Hi....

This Spencer Ried guy that i see on your blog a lot... sorry haven't watched criminal minds yet.

Tell me something about that character. Why do you love them so much

… well, Anon, grab a chair and make yourself comfortable!

The first thing I actually liked about Spencer Reid back in the day was the fact that he’s played by Matthew Gray Gubler, so he’s definitely the perfect example of non-toxic masculinity to me.

The character is almost immediately introduced as a genius - by his own admission he’s got an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, can read 20.000 word per minute and has three PhDs (Mathematics, Chemistry, Engineering) which is enough to make me go “yes, give me more of this guy, pls”. Later on it is also revealed he holds BAs in Sociology, Psychology and he’s studying to get a third one in Philosophy. Need I say more?!

During the first season he’s only 23, meaning he’s the youngest member of the Behavioral Analysis Unit (BAU) team and actually looks like a puppy. Spoiler alert: even after 15 seasons he still looks like a puppy to me and I just want to hug him and keep him safe. Why? Because he’s S O F T, caring and loves his mom and friends to pieces. They feel the same about him and he ends up being the godfather of both sons of Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau, his fellow team member; another team member, Derek Morgan (who affectionately addresses Spencer as 'kid') names his firstborn Hank Spencer - after his own dad and Reid, obviously, claiming he’s the best little brother anybody could ever ask for.

So, yeah… Spencer is a total sweetheart and has been through A LOT: his father left when he was very young and his mom sadly suffers from schizophrenia, meaning little Spencer had to care for her and was forced to commit her against her will when he was 18 (what’s truly heartbreaking to me is that she’s fully aware and immensely proud of his abilities: she loves him and when she’s not having a bad day she’s easily his biggest supporter). He’s also shown to be very empathetic towards certain unsubs (the “villains” of each episode, so to speak) especially when it turns out they’ve been victims of violence or abuse, because he himself has been targeted by bullies; in Season 3 he recalls the time his high school mates tricked him into believing the prettiest girl in school wanted to talk to him in private, while in reality the entire football team ambushed him, stripped him naked and tied him to a goalpost (it’s worth mentioning that he was about 12yo when this happened, because being a genius he graduated from high school around that age).

In Season 2 he develops an addiction to Dilaudid, after being kidnapped and tortured by an unsub; the authors of the show have a questionable habit of putting him through hell, just because, and IMHO the only instance when Spencer getting shot actually has a valid purpose is in Season 5 - Gubler dislocated his knee IRL so they needed an explanation for Reid walking around in crutches for a while.

Since I have a feeling this post could go on forever (and we don't have that much time), I’ll just throw in a few more random reasons why I love Spencer Reid: he wears his wristwatch over his sleeve. He’s a Star Wars and Doctor Who fan. He always wear mismatched socks (as MGG, the actor who plays him, does) and is often seen wearing Converse shoes. I’m biased and I know it, but to me he’s easily the best dressed character of the entire show. His apartment is a mood and very dark-academia-ish. He’s socially awkward and displays a lot of behavioral indicators he’s on the spectrum (sadly the authors never confirmed it and it’s one of the many issues I have with the writing on this show, but that’s not the place to talk about it) so I adore his mannerism: he loves to sit on desks/tables, he almost never shakes hand but greets stranger with the cutest hand-waves ever and when he’s excited about something he rambles/talks super fast and sometimes he has an adorable high-pitched squeal (Reid stans definitely knows what I mean).

Hope this answer works for you!!

[tactivrns]

So I’ve been thinking of some fun things to do while I’m bored in life. You know the funny moments when the fans of anything or a group of people really make all the characters into a big wonderful funny family?

Well I want to that scenario

with KISS & Tumblr

I’ll be making funny descriptions for the funny photos I have for them all! And they’ll be one big family which means it’ll be even more funnier.

I might make an Instagram for them!This means they’ll be one account for each member of KISS I’ll be running that make the big family intersect with each of their unique instagrams! It’s a fan thing and I like the idea! Plus you all can interact with them also! See how they act & have your own fun scenarios as everyone talks to them! But before this starts, let’s talk about the family first:

The Parents:

Gene Simmons 🪦🩸🦇⛓️

the oldest parent

This man is a dilf from what Vinnie says

Honestly the kids think he’s weird-

He’s the strict parent

His favorite child is Eric Singer

Tries his best to be “funny”

Is called Dad even though it does get confusing sometimes

Has has 2 kids-vinnie & singer

Ace Frehley 🛸🪐🚀

The mom of the group

Bottom. That’s all I’m saying.

This man is always either seen with a cigar in his fingers, mouth or even smells like cigar smoke

The alcoholic

Coco is his favorite song & uh…

Has been addicted to Cocaine since he was 15 years old

Because of his addiction, he was take from his parents by CPS

Is an adoptive child

Does what a mom does but he’s drinking a least a shot of vodka before he talks to one of the kids

Don’t get him wrong! He loves his kids, but they get on his nerves…

Had given life to 2 kids which is Eric Carr & Peter Criss

Paul Stanley 💜💫⭐️✨

The second dad

Everyone’s favorite dad

He makes sure his kids are well kept before going to bed

Loves his kids a little too much..

Supports his son with his identity

Spoils Eric Carr whenever he goes

“Awe! You look so cute Eric baby!”

Only has one child which is an original character

The Children:

Peter Criss 🐈‍⬛🧶🐟

The oldest child, 19

If you asked one of the parents, they say he’s the “perfect child”

He’s a good child even though he’s a teenager. Still does teenage stuff but knows what’s bad to do

Athletic

Played in basketball

Good god help him with his math..

tries to follow in the footsteps of his all his parents of being famous

Has his own band, plays in garage: Black Panthers In The Night

Had gigs left to right as he preformed for teen parties

Left the fame get to him & led him to leave home at the age of 18 with his drums, suitcase, & a backpack of other things with money while his siblings sadly were very young and had to watch him go

Had a girlfriend, but they broke up

Is now in a relationship with a boy named Troy who’s a simp for him-

Moved back in the house after an incident with Carr

Vinnie Vincent 💅💋⚱️

The second oldest

16

Makes fun of every single member of the family, everyday.

Styles Carr & Singer’s outfits & let’s the designer make them

He’s make, but likes to dress up as a female because he feels prettier

Has been bullied because of this, but he acted like he didn’t care about it until Gene came to get him from a school party and found him under the bleachers crying as his mascara runs down his face

Got the issue resolved and from the comfort his family members, he has no care about the whispers anymore

Sometimes gives tips to girls as he walks past them

Stands up for any of the other kids that gets whispered: quiet, anime, gacha, artist, streamer, etc.

He’ll fight anyone for them kids & will help them with their content to get better

Whenever you are, you’ll know he’s coming with those platform shoes on

Makeup is his first priority

All drawers in his bathroom has makeup items on it

Is practicing the bass guitar from the helps of his dad

Slowly starting to make himself a famous fashion designer

Relationships aren’t really his thing until his adoptive brother, Tommy Thayer, was revealed by Singer

Tsundere all the way

Can’t take a day without hitting Tommy

It’s a secret relationship until he’s 18 & Tommy 19

Is also in a relationship with Mark Slaughter, his best friend

Eric Carr 🦊🪵🌿

Middle child(?)

14 years old right now

The funnest out of everyone

Really cares for his family

Wants a bit of cleavage on his outfits but Ace is NOT having it

Orange is everything, same with fox

His morning routine consists of him brushing his teeth, watching his face & neck then doing his hair since he got that trait from his Dad (gene-)

If you don’t know where he is, he’s most likely eating chocolate with Singer

He’s learning the drums along with Singer & god its loud…

Gene is Eric’s idol

At the age of 15, Carr was r@ped by Mark St. John resulting Gene to put a restraining order of him and Gene to pull his plug “accidentally”

When he was 16, he officially got in a relationship with Bruce Kulick who also had to learn how to love & wants to help Carr love again

His favorite food is breadsticks & will order that everything they go to Olive Garden

Somehow has a pet Fox…

And a raven…

Sometimes shows his Fox ears & tails when he’s around the family & only when he feels like it

That tail of his knocks everything onto the floor…

Ye somehow made some kind of den in his room where his bed is

It’s like a giant dog bed inside…

Eric Singer 🐾☺️🐈‍⬛

The baby ☺️

Cute pie is 10

Likes cute aesthetic things

Is almost like a replica of Peter

Chubby king of them all!

Loves food

Favorite is Hamburgers

Knows he’s short even though his dad keeps repeatingly says he’s gonna be tall just like him

Mario Kart is his favorite game

At 16, he’s in a relationship one hot smoking black girl that’s a singer

Relationships plus other family people

Bruce Kulick

17

Enjoys when he has time to play his guitar when he gets the chance

The cutest little guy ever

Treats Carr right

Sometimes leaves for a while not being able to text Carr since he’s in college and wants to make good money for him & Carr’s future

Loves to bake with Paul

Somehow deals with Gene and his talking about history & education

Tommy Thayer

The KISS Family’s adoptive son

19

Adopted by the mom of the fam, Ace Frehley

Was adopted by Ace after his mom, Ace’s nanny, died from cancer while pregnant with him

Officially was named the second Spaceman in KISS

Loves his boyfriends, Slaughter & Vinnie so desperately deeply

He’s really a chill kind of guy

Vinnie complains about the walking, running & the quietness when he goes with Tommy to golf

Ms. Rachel

(Aka-Ace’s adoptive mom)

47

African American

Makes sure to always keep Gene Simmons in check with the kids

Was the CPS worker that took Ace away from his parents

Has been watching him since he’s been 15 wherever he goes in life

Wanted to adopt Ace when he is going through his rough life, but couldn’t since Ace’s parents didn’t want her to adopt her because of the money they’ll get for him

Definitely wants grandkids

✨ Small note:

There’s going to be other people that will be making appearances, & when they do, I’ll give a small description on the person & you’ll know them better.

[crazyblondelife]

Valentine's Day 2024 - Outfit Ideas, Recipes & More

Fashion

I’ll have to say that January has been kind of blah and I’m ready to welcome February! Valentine’s Day seems like a bright spot in the month and something to look forward to and spring is right around the corner!

What could be better than a day celebrating love by dressing in pink and red, giving and receiving flowers and eating delicious food? Chocolate anyone? Today, I’m sharing some casual Valentine’s Day looks, a pink table scape that I’m swooning over and ideas for snacks and charcuterie that you’ll love!

When it comes to Valentine’s Day fashion, I like to be understated and not too crazy! I’m sharing a few ideas below that I think are fun for casual day/night. I don’t love to go out to dinner on Valentine’s Day because restaurants are usually crowded with pre-fix menus. I much prefer to make something easy and stay home with a nice bottle of Champagne and a few chocolate covered strawberries.

Today, I’m teaming up with my friends Darcy Vandenberg of Dear Darcy and Dawn Parsons of Party Till Dawn to bring you the best of Valentine’s Day! Be sure to check out their blogs and follow them and keep scrolling for all the V-Day inspiration!

My first look is made up mostly of pieces that have been in my closet for a while…a red sweater paired with a pair of wide leg cropped jeans with a scarf and my Gucci low heel pumps. The sweater is newer from Vince, but sadly sold out, but I found an almost identical one from Alice Walk! The scarf is from Cabi and very old, but I’ve linked a fun Kate Spade heart scarf below that so cute that I ordered it myself! The jeans are several years old and my shoes (almost identical here) were purchased in Paris when I visited my daughter last year! I’ve worn them so often…they are forever shoes…classic and so comfortable!

This next look (again with jeans) features my new pair of Madison Maison gold cowboy boots and I’m obsessed! If you don’t know this brand, be sure to check it out because the shoes are fabulous (loving this pair of jeweled green heeled loafers)! I’m wearing the same red sweater with an older faux fur coat from Abercrombie and a pair of straight leg, cropped Veronica Beard jeans! I added some bling with my necklaces (see below).

Why not add a little bling…after all, it’s Valentine’s Day! I’ve combined two necklaces to get my layered look…a long strand of pearls from Julie Miles and a shorter medallion necklace from French Kande!

I have pieces from Cabi in my closet that I’ll never let go of because they’re just too good and this coat is one of them! It’s such a classic piece and I pull it out every year! I found one on Poshmark and linked several others that would work with this look including a pink one from Sam Edelman. The bag is one that I also pull out every year, but I probably should wear it more often…why not? The jeans are the same ones Veronica Beard…I have loved these because of the length and the fit. My gold shoes are favorites from Bells & Becks.

The next look isn’t red or pink, but I think still good for Valentine’s Day. The coat and blouse are from Sea and two of my favorite pieces. I wish I had taken the coat off and photographed the blouse because it’s so cute but it was a cold day and taking off my coat never entered my mind…it’s linked below so be sure to take a closer look. It’s made from black eyelet, has some sparkly sequins and will go right into spring with white jeans. I paired these pieces with cropped, cuffed jeans and my Stuart Weitzman booties that I wear so often! My bag was a Christmas gift from Baldy (here’s a similar one from Tory Burch!

Tablescape…

I had so much fun creating this fun table scape with vintage pieces and pink pieces from Haand Pottery! This is a perfect way to entertain friends for Galentine’s Day and it’s so simple to put together! I created this table very spur of the moment and didn’t have time to make anything homemade, but I think it still turned out great! I topped a small table with a vintage white tablecloth and started layering. I used vintage Depression Glass along with milk glass pieces and a few other odds and ends combined with pink Haand pieces to create a fabulous and interesting table. Don’t be afraid to sprinkle jelly beans and conversation hearts everywhere and throw in a few rose petals for good measure! You could use cheese and crackers along with chocolates or really anything you like! I think the key is in the interesting combination of pottery and vintage.

It may not surprise you to find out that I have a collection of espresso cups and anytime I see them in an antique or vintage shop, I buy them. Sometimes, it’s just a single like the one pictured above, but I always find a way to use them…they’re just so cute and add a pop of color or pattern to a table. I also like to make a tray of different cups with similar colors and serve espresso in them!

As always, you can use my code CRAZYBLONDELIFE to receive 15% off your purchase from Haand. These pieces mix and match so beautifully are it’s nice to add a handmade touch to your table! This pink set, which was created for Vivian Howard’s Charleston restaurant, will be perfect for summer entertaining

Valentine’s Day Goodies

Last year I made Valentine’s Day Chex Mix with my grandsons and they are asking to make it again this year! It’s such a good gift for them to give their friends or teachers…they can make it (for the most part) and everyone loves it!

As you know, I love to create Charcuterie Boards and Valentine’s Day or Galentine’s Day is a great time to make one. Get the details on this fun Valentine’s Day Charcuterie Board!

Last year, I did a post on combining cheese and chocolate! It’s a surprisingly good combination and makes for a beautiful display! Learn more about pairing Cheese & Chocolate!

I hope you have a wonderful last day of January and I hope you’ve enjoyed this post…I would love to know your Valentine’s Day traditions as well! Do you get dressed up and go out to dinner or do you prefer to stay home? Leave a comment and let me know!

[variety-fangirl]

My Saviour / Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Part 1 here Part 3 here

Summary: You and Eddie had a great night spending time together, talking about anything and everything. You find yourselves growing closer and feelings beginning to bloom.

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS upset reader, swearing, mentions of cheating and divorce of parents, Andy being a dick. Lmk if I missed anything 😚

Author's note: I honestly am enjoying writing this so much!! And I'm so glad that people like it too :D. I hit 424 followers! Thank you so much for the ongoing support and love, it honestly means more than you all know 🥰🤩🥳 Liking, reblogging, and commenting really help me out. Thank you my loves!

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You arrive home late that night, a stupid smile on your face as you slowly close your bedroom door. You bite your lip as make your way into your room, needing to get ready for bed. You were thankful your parents were asleep, so they wouldn't ask questions about where you'd been all this time. Not that they probably noticed at the moment with everything going on. You were thankful you hadn't woken them up when you snuck in, although you were an adult so you could make your own decisions.

Having changed into your pyjamas and done your nightly routine, you get into your double bed. You stare up at the ceiling in the dark, thinking back on the night you had with Eddie. He was everything you had imagined and more, you couldn't understand how people could hate him or not bother to get to know him. He had been nothing but kind and caring all night.

You and Eddie sat on his couch comfortably, shoes on the floor by the coffee table in front of you. Your bodies sat sideways so you could face each other, your legs having inched closer as the night went on. Your upper arm leaning on top of the backrest of the couch, your hand supporting your head. Eddie had his arm leaning on the backrest of the couch also, his arm having dropped and inching closer to yours every so often.

Music played quietly in the background to fill any silence, not that either of you was paying attention to it or there had been any silence. You weren't sure how long you'd been there by this point, but it was now dark out. Neither took any notice though, too wrapped up in your conversation. "So you walked in on them hooking up? They were upstairs knowing you were there and still did it?" Eddie questioned with a frown, you nodded sadly. "Yep. They obviously didn't care about me finding out, I had just found out about my parent's divorce as well, so it was like a stab in the back from both of them."

You sigh and shake your head, flashes of Andy on top of Erin with her dress hiked up around her waist filling your mind. Andy's wide eyes staring at your shocked state as you took in the scene happening in front of you. Tears pricking at your vision as the feeling of utter betrayal set in, you had felt like you were going to be sick. Erin's eyes meeting yours, not an ounce of regret or shock in them. It had been what she wanted, to get caught so the sneaking around could stop. Had she always hated you? Always wanted Andy? Despite being the one who had told you to give him a chance in the first place.

"I'm so sorry you had to see that or even be put in that position in the first place, you deserve so much better than that." Eddie shook his head, his hand gently touching your arm. You shook your head and smiled sadly, blinking away the tears as a bitter laugh escaped. "Thank you. Honestly? I'd rather have found out now, at four months, than down the road at one year together. At least I only liked him, it'll make it easier to get over him." you wipe away a stray tear, Eddie nodded in agreement.

"Hey, thanks for, uh, sticking up for me back there. At school, not many people say anything back. Why did you?" Eddie wondered, fiddling with his rings nervously. You smiled to yourself at the action, did you really make him that nervous? Surely not. "Because you're a good guy, your not the things they say you are. You're not a freak, you are just different than they are and they can't understand that. So, fuck them." you smile warmly at him, your hand moving to place on top of his. Eddie bit his lip as he stared at your hand, warmth spreading through him.

You take a look outside and realise how dark it is, peeking at your watch on your wrist. "Shit, it's late. I should really go," you announce as you meet Eddie's eyes. He nodded, a look of disappointment appearing on his features. It made you want to smile, he wanted you to stay. And truly, you wanted to stay too but your parents would kill you. "Oh yeah, sorry I kept you so long." he walked with you towards the door. You make your way outside, Eddie following. "Don't be, I enjoyed spending time with you. Thanks for listening to me, it means a lot. More than you realise. See you tomorrow?" you hopefully ask.

Eddie looks at you with surprise and nods, "yeah course. Welcome at our table any time." You nod with a smile and wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. Eddie stands frozen, not expecting this at all. He slowly wraps his arms around you, his face in the crook of your neck. He gets a face full of your scent, sweet and intoxicating. Too quickly for both of your liking, the hug ended and you both pull away. You lean over and grab the right side of his face, placing a kiss on his left cheek. You let your lips linger for a few seconds before pulling away, Eddie's eyes wide.

You walk away, biting your bottom lip with a smile as you get into your car. A gentle "bye" passes your lips before you close your door and start your engine. Watching you drive away, Eddie stands there with a smile. He was hooked already, he knew he was fucked. What Eddie didn't realise was, that you were hooked too.

-

You woke the next morning feeling better than the previous day, actually excited to go to school. You get up and shower, taking time to shave and use your favourite products. Take time to moisturise your whole body with your favourite body lotion and spray with your favourite perfume. You decided to put a little make-up on, something simple but noticeable. These little acts gave you the boost you needed to feel good about yourself, a little TLC.

Making your way downstairs fully dressed and ready, you go into the kitchen to have breakfast. The silence was deafening, your father was sitting at the dining table with a paper in hand. Your mother was in the kitchen, looking exhausted, as she made breakfast for everyone. "Morning dear, Andy has called for you twice already. What's going on with you two?" your mother wondered, passing you a plate of food. You smile, "thanks, mom. Look, something happened and I don't want to get into it but we've broken up." you walked to the table, joining your father.

"Okay dear, we'll talk about it some other time. Anyway, I need to leave for work. See you later, love you!" your mother placed a kiss on your cheek and left, the silence taking over once again. You ate your food, your father enjoyed his reading and didn't like to be disturbed. You really hated how awkward things had become in your household, wishing for things to magically be okay. You were thankful once you finished, so you could leave.

The school day goes by quickly, lunch arriving quicker than you expected. You grab food for yourself and walk over, smiling as you see Eddie talking animated to the others at the table. Eddie spots you and smiles, you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach. Just as you were about to walk over there, Chrissy calls for you. You walk over to her, Andy's eyes watching your every move. You refused to even look his or Erin's way, focusing all your attention on your best friend.

Eddie watched sadly, assuming that you weren't coming over. He felt like an idiot, why the hell would you choose him and his friends over the popular kids? It hurt him a little, okay a lot, did yesterday mean nothing? Were you going to get back together with that dick? The thought made him feel angry, jealousy rearing its ugly head. He had no right to feel jealous or be angry, but here he was, feeling jealous about the thought of you and Andy back together.

To Eddie's surprise, you say goodbye to Chrissy and walk away from the table, making your way towards his table. You notice a spare seat next to Eddie and sit down on it, placing your tray on the table. The group stare at you in silence, their conversation seizing. "C'mon guys, is this going to be a reoccurring thing, you stopping talking when I sit down? I'm going to be here quite often from now on so keep talking!" you laugh, looking at them all with a smile.

You notice that Eddie is still staring at you, eyes holding something you couldn't put your finger on. "What?" you question with a frown, a confused smile on your face. Eddie shook his head with a smirk, "nothing, princess." You blush at the nickname, biting your bottom lip as you look down at your tray to avoid eye contact. Dustin stares at Eddie and smirks, about to open his mouth. "Shut it Henderson!" Eddie interrupts him, the young boy giggling. "Okay nerds! Back to the campaign!"

You try to focus on your lunch and leave them to talk but you found their enthusiasm and passion for their Hellfire campaign to be quite interesting. You didn't really know anything about the game or what it looked like but it piqued your interest. They made you want to know and learn, they made you feel excited for them. You found yourself paying attention to what they were saying and even asking questions, the gang was more than happy to explain the rules and gist of the game to you.

Eddie found himself peeking looks at you while everyone talked to you, amazed by you. You seemed genuinely interested in what everyone was saying and the game, even asking if you could attend one of their meetings. He swore he fell in love with you at that moment, not one ounce of judgment or disgust on your face. You had just openly accepted them all and their differences without a second thought, you were so kind and sweet. You didn't look at him like he was weird for like a fantasy game or as if he was a freak. You looked at him with such genuine happiness.

You turned to him with a smile, smirking when you catch him already staring at you. "Only if you're okay with me coming, Eddie. I'd love to see you all in action! It sounds really interesting." you wonder, your knees accidentally brushing under the table as you face him. Oh yeah, he was definitely a goner. Eddie smiled and nodded, trying to keep his cool, "of course, you can." Even as you turned back to face everyone, neither you nor Eddie moved your knees from touching. Both enjoying the feeling of being this close to each other.

Andy watched from his table, glaring daggers into Eddie's side. His fists balled at his sides as his eyes dropped to the sight of your knees touching, you even leaned into Eddie's direction as you laughed. Andy got up and stormed out, Erin running after him. You turned your head in the direction of the people whispering, catching the scene unfold in front of you. You roll your eyes at his dramatics. He had always been the jealous type, so it honestly didn't surprise you but he had no right, he was the one who cheated. You weren't looking forward to cheer practice.

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[glowingspence]

can you do a fic where autistic spencer is being abused by an aide/caregiver and derek or rossi finds out and helps him?

“Looks like Gideon still isn’t back from his seminar” Hotch mumbles to Derek as he sees Spencer walking into the bullpen. One shoe untied, his tie hanging loosely around his neck as his sunglasses are still placed on his nose and he is drinking his coffee while reading a book.

“I’ve been meaning to ask, what's with him and all those things across the country?” Rossi brings up, having also noticed the repetitive absence of Gideon. The man would call them, at least letting them know that Spencer will be on his own for the weekend but a year or two back this had been something that happened maybe once every three months and then not longer than a day or so.

“I have no idea” Hotch admits,

“The kid doesn’t either, he keeps talking about it, I don’t think he really understands why Gideon goes away so often suddenly” Derek tells them,

“Does anyone?” Frustrated but not at Spencer, more at Gideon, Hotch walks down the stairs, approaching Spencer, “Good Morning there”

As usual he doesn’t get much of a greeting, not because Spencer wants to be rude or because is willingly impolite he just simply is to buried in his book to spend time on such inconvenience as to greet someone, “I see you got dressed by yourself” Hotch tries again, before chuckling, “Alright, careful, I am going to touch you”

Gently he reaches for his collar, straightening it before fixing his tie for him and closing his vest, “Sit down here” He guides him over to his desk, “I will fix your shoes and socks and then we will put the book away okay?”

Spencer nods at that, ignoring Hotch as he straightens Spencer’s sock, and makes sure his pants aren’t somewhere stuck in them before tying his shoelaces and pulling his pants straight, “Put it away now” With a quick movement he does, “Thank you, look up to me please”

“I am sorry, Gideon wasn’t there” He tells him while Hotch is getting the comb from Spencer’s drawer.

“I know, you did good, I promise” Quickly Hotch combs through the short hair, making sure it at least goes roughly into the same direction, before placing his hand on Spencer’s chin, making him look up to him, “You heard that?”

“Mmm”

“You did a good job. You brought your things, you are showered, you are on time, you picked nice clothes, it's really good. I am proud of you”

“Thank you” Uncomfortable Spencer squirms at the prais, “You picked nice clothes too.”

“Thank you” Hotch can’t help but smile at that as he lets go of him, “Did Gideon tell you when he will be back?”

“No” Sadly Spencer looks at Hotch, “Do you know when?”

“He told me it will at least take two more days but I am sure he can’t stand any minute longer without you” Gently he nudges Spencer’s cheek, doing something he wouldn’t be comfortable with any other agent, especially here in the open but they all have learned how much Spencer craves affection lately. Especially since it seems to be lacking from Gideons side at the moment.

Ever since Hotch has known Spencer he was not to be seperated from Gideon, but then agian ever since Hotch knew Gideon, he hadn’t been speratable from his job either until he one day quit, causing nights of terror for Spencer and Derek who had tried to keep him calm before Gideon came back, not bearing to be seperated from Spencer for any longer. Knowing he can’t stand leaving another one of his children.

And ever since, Gideon has lived his life between their apartment in the city and the cabin, sometimes taking on teaching jobs and if Spencer is home, spending all his attention on Spencer’s needs. Being there to grant him every wish. At least this was how Hotch views him now, a man being so in love with the thought of creating Spencer the happiest life he could live.

“Did you have breakfast?”

“No, I am sorry”

“It’s alright, why don’t you go downstairs to the cafeteria and get something together with Morgan” Hotch suggests.

“I am not hungry”

“I know but you gotta eat something. I am fine with juice or hot chocolate, just something alright?”

“Alright” Spencer sighs and Hotch waves Derek down who understands, walking next to Spencer as they pass through the building,

“What's on your mind kid? You have been awfully quiet lately”

“I am okay” He tells him, his arms crossed in front of his stomach, hugging himself as he shrugs.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes”

“You can tell us if not, especially with Gideon not here, we are willing to help you, pretty boy”

“No I am okay”

“Alright” Derek sighs, placing his hand in Spencer’s hair for a moment before letting it run down to his back pulling him a bit closer, smelling Gideon’s perfume on him, and noticing that the shirt that he wears is Gideons as well “Okay my ass” He mumbles as they walk into the cafeteria.

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DarkStache fluff

-@wilfywarfy

So I finally got to you, Old Man~

Kehehehe, I'm gonna looove writing this

I'll be using my versions of Uncle D and cotton candy Father-

Hope you don't mind-

Anyway, hope you like it dad <3

It was one of those days in the ego manor. Google shutting down because of his overheating from lack of maintenance. Bing needing a motherboard replacement because he got water spilled all over him. It was all too much for him, he needed a break. Dark may look like an entity that could take anything, but he's still fragile...

And a certain colorful goof, knew this, so he had a plan.

It was around 9 pm, those evening times when the rest of the ego's played board games to try and stay awake. Of course whoever ends up passing out gets to help anyone with the winner's chores.

In one of the more secluded places of the manor was Dark's office. Inside was Wilford, sitting on the monochrome couch, twirling his butterfly knife around. Dark kept on with his work, ignoring his partner and continuing on with the mountains of papers.

Wilford whistled a tune, one familiar and sweat that Dark knew all too well. The entity tensed up, his shoulders squaring up, brows furrowing more than they already were. Sighing, he reaches his hand up to pinch at the bridge of his nose.

"Wilford, I advise you to stop that" requested Dark, massaging his forehead from the headache forming from his lack of rest.

Wilford behind his pink mustache, pocketing his knife, skipping over to Dark. "Alright, alright. I'll stop" the madman says, pausing as he leans down to look Dark in the eye, his auburn eyes gleaming with mischief. "Buuut, if you come to bed with me"

Dark scowls at that, his eyes narrowing with annoyance. Wilford knew that Dark didn't need sleep, but that didn't mean he didn't need energy.

He sighs, putting down his pen and closing the folder on his desk. He has had enough of shenanigans from everyone. If Wilford will keep to his word, then so be it.

Pushing his chair back, he stands up, fixing his tie in the process. "Fine, but only this once," Dark says gruffly. Wilford beamed, rushing over to drag Dark out of the office and down the hall toward where everyone's rooms are.

Dark grunted, displeased by the sudden rush, but thought nothing much of it as he was able to keep up with his lover.

Reaching Wilford's room, he opens the door and ushers Dark in. Closing the door, he rushes in to fix up and fluff up pillows on the bed (probably adding more). Dark stands by, sweatdropping with confusion.

Wilford goes to unbutton his vest and put it away. "You should get comfortable too, blue" Wilford calls out over his shoulder, loosening his bow tie and pulling it off.

Dark sighs again, taking off his dress coat and putting it on the chair, pulling his tie off and unbuttoning one or two buttons on his dress shirt.

Wilford had also taken off his pants, throwing it onto a chair and clearing his throat. "I think those pants of yours are a biit too... Scruffy for sleepy time" Wilford warned, adding another pillow to the pile on the bed.

Dark, despite how he sorta was, he cracked a ghost of a smile. Chuckling lowly, he pulls off his belt and hesitantly shimmies off his pants. Making sure to take off his shoes, but keeping on his socks, he looks up to see Wilford rushing over to hug him tightly.

The cotton candy mustache man took his cold hand, leading him to the bed. They both crawled in, sadly not all the pillows stayed on and fell, but that was fine to him, both of them.

Wilford scootched closer, wrapping his arms around Dark's waist. Burying his face into Dark's chest, he sighs. "I missed this... I missed you" Wil mumbles, his eyes gleaming with love as he looks up at Dark.

Dark hums, reaching up to take Wilford's chin and tilting it further up, ghosting his lips over the other. "I know..." he hesitates, but Wilford didn't really feel patient. Pushing forward and capturing Dark's lips.

They both melted into each other, their lips clashing with arm and cold. They pulled away, Wil smiling and Dark's lips twitching upwards juuust slightly.

Getting comfortable, they snuggled up together. Even if Dark's aura was deafening, the ringing had softened, becoming comforting. And the colorless objects near Dark? Ignored, as Wilford's only worry was his lover.

The silence took over their thoughts, that is till Dark whispered lowly, as if shy and scared to even say it. "I love you... William" and that was all Wilford needed to hear as they both drifted off.

(Jesus I think Dark is a lot more OOC than he should be-)

[bunbunpawz]

How to dress Jirai Kei on a budget

Looking for ways to dress Jirai Kei, but afraid to commit or just cannot afford the luxurious items? Came to the right place! Here are some tips based on my own experience!  Hope it helps someone :)  When I first started my journey, it was mid a lockdown so it was impossible to get anything shipped, not to mention that I am broke and can’t really afford much to begin with, let alone a whole wardrobe from scratch. Not sure yet if I wanted to commit, here is what I did and maybe you can too! 1.-.Find the right colors and silhouette.  so when you go out budget shopping, you have to make sure the silhouette is correct. If its too puffy, girly and impactful it’s going to mess with the vibe, try to stick to more mature cuts like pencils skirts and button-downs. once you find the correct silhouettes, find the right colors. Black and light pink, dusky pinks, or beiges tend to work the best. When you will first put on the garments together you’ll feel yourself transform into a true Jirai Kei girl (or person) right away!

-Shop in familiar stores.  My first black skirt looked kind of like the skirt in the picture above, I got it at H&M on a big sale and there were only 2 skirts, an xxs and one that’s a tad too big but I can at least fit into it.  Checking out your regular stores for basics makes sure that what you’re buying is going to be of a quality you can appreciate and last longer, besides you’d probably want to wear it outside of Jirai Kei too.   

-Support local boutiques. I sometimes pass by local smaller no-brand boutiques just to see what they might have. One time they had a sale on left over “holiday” clothes, and among the clothes were women's button down fancy shirts. So I snatched myself a very Jirai kei shirt in the color dusky pink (last one too). It was so Jirai Kei that later my friend send me a picture of a Jirai Kei illustration and it featured an *Identical* blouse to mine! Wow! This shirt was on the pricier side for me, even though it’s still VERY cheap, and the fabric is a bit weird to the touch since it sticks to anything it touches. It still looks perfect for the style. And I supported a small business, which is always a win. -Thrifting~! Thrifting and second hand shops are always great places to find basics for lower prices. I personally haven’t found anything Jirai Kei in thrift stores yet, but I have found very nice black and basic shoes and bags that could definitely work for on a budget Jirai kei outfit. -Online Now this one I’m not the biggest fan of, but many of us cannot afford brands and even local shops tend to be too pricey. In this case, places like SHEIN and fast fashion tend to comfort our needs for new clothes and self expression.  I don’t really like the color black or pink so throughout my journey I tend to grab things that I would definitely wear outside of Jirai Kei. That being said I still want some of the basic items so that I could feel that I properly fit into the style. I would never buy an item like this skirt for myself before Jirai Kei, and although I love it and how it looks I wouldn’t dare spend a lot of money for what I would consider a basic like this.

But isn’t she cute? except for the two buttons on the front, the lacey suspenders are so cute and the whole vibe is so very Jirai Kei. It also comes in various sizes, which is always welcomed and much needed! Sadly, my friend who helped me order this, decided I was a size smaller than I am, so although it fits me quite fine, it’s a bit on the shorter side and doesn’t look like I would want it to...Still it’s very cute and I love it! I will be adding the link to it here https://fr.shein.com/Paper-Bag-Waist-Pinafore-Skirt-p-950707-cat-1732.html  (these are the straight sizes, for petite or plus please check out their options)  -DIY So some of the items I really want I cannot get, even if I could order it or buy it, I just cannot afford it. Heck, even if I could afford it, I would probably still not spend that much money on items like hair ribbons. So I resulted in just making them myself. Yep, I just bought some decorative ribbon and made my own two hair bows. Later I stole a thicker ribbon from a blanket that had a ribbon holding it packaged to be presented as a gift, and made thicker ribbons out of it! They really do look legit, like the store bought ones. The only down side is that people recognize the logo, oops. To conclude,  You really don’t need all those brands or to spend to wear Jirai Kei. There are always options out there and you just have to look around and search for them. It won’t always be perfect, or looks perfect but as long as you capture the vibe and you don’t go for just “anything”, you can definitely achieve the look you want. Don’t aim for perfection but aim to be just good enough. My Collection is slowly growing, and I do have more pricier items I splurged on, knowing I will wear them for many years to come, even outside of Jirai Kei. I’ve said it before but you should always aim for items you’d like regardless of trends or styles you’re into at the time. You don’t want to spend a lot of money on something you’ll get over really fast. If you are hesitant to try this fashion because of people, don’t let anyone stop you, or bring you down. People are going to hate on anything and anyone. Wearing a fashion style is not supporting anything harmful. The negative stigma around Jirai Kei can be changed by people wearing it, and it doesn’t matter if you’re in japan or not. Wear what makes you feel happy.   Good Luck On Your Journeys!