#my favorite detail is her bracelets

[chocopink]

Pinkie!! Had a lot of fun drawing all her accessories 🍭

[spac-e-b0y]

Did a little bit of a June sprite edit!! She's infodumping.

[lostusagis]

When you're tired of watching your oblivious big brother and his ''best friend'' @jiraipink

[mogamingthe1st]

Hatchetfiled Trilogy Posters

I'm gonna print them and put them on my wall :)

The NPMD one has a lot of little details and the other two have a few so I'm going into them below the cut if anyone wants to know lol

NPMD: It's meant to be Grace's locker (featuring her notebook, a cross, and her little whiteboard) but there's one item from each of the nerds as well. Grace's bracelet (the incriminating evidence), Peter's bowtie (under the gun), the dinosaur keychain from Ruth's backpack, the camcorder Richie used in the Waylon's place, and Stephanie's flannel. The gun and the Black Book are also featured because of this being Grace's locker.

The sticky notes on the door from top to bottom: "Cancel Home-C*mming" "Waylon place? Black alters? The lords in black?" "The Big Game" "Nerdy Prudes Must Die??" "Go Nighthawks !!!"

Black Friday: Just that the hands are Becky, Linda, and Tom but I think that's pretty clear. Also the box says "Rub my Belly-well". Idk this one has the least hidden details but it's probably my favorite. I really like how it turned out, especially the lighting on the Wiggly box

TGWDLM: It's the cup of poisoned coffee, that's really all. The tickets are for Mamma Mia! at the Hatchetfield Starlight Theater. The date was just a random Thursday in 2018, I would've done the date the show released on YouTube but December 23rd just didn't make sense for the timeline of the show lol. My intention was that the seats were Bill's and Alice's but idk they were also kinda random.

I've liked these musicals for years it's time I made high-effort fanart for them lol

[megamindsecretlair]

Hi, beloved! ❤️ Would you be down to write about Terry Richmond using some rope tricks that he learned from his Marine training on reader? 🤭 If not, I completely understand and you’re still amazing !😘

A/N: Forgive me, I know this doesn't technically fit the bill, but this got my mind spinning. Let me know if you want a more faithful response.

Touch Me Like You Care

Pairing: Daddy Dom!Terry Richmond x Sub!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female), fingering (fem receiving), teasing, size kink, dirty talk, mean Terry, daddy kink, praise kink, spanking, lite bondage, overstimulation, reader is able to be picked up, all consensual. Sorry if I missed some, rushing.

Summary: See Ask. Story by @uniqueoutlierblog . Terry comes home to find you reading in bed, all thoughts of getting dressed out of your mind as you rest. He was prepared to let you, truly, but then he finds that you’re not wearing the bracelets he bought you. And well, he can’t let that slide, can he?

Word Count: 4,475k

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A/N: @planetblaque knows I can deny her nothing!! Whew, everytime I think I can take a break from this man, ya'll pop out with all of these amazing fics! I'm so over the moon to see so much activity. We fr just tossing this man around like a beach ball and I love that for us!!! Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, gif, or unhinged ask.

You pulled your dresser open and searched for your favorite pair of thigh high socks. Ever since the weather turned, you were back to shivering every two seconds, feeling colder than a witch’s broomstick no matter what you did. 

After a refreshing shower, you opted to dry under your blanket hoodie, feeling the need to retreat from having to be “on” all the time. Navigating the world as a Black woman was fucking exhausting. 

You picked up your phone, scrolling through your latest dirty book. There was a subtle increase in Black led romances that were making you stay up to the wee hours of the morning reading. The latest book was absolutely filthy from your favorite author. The anticipation for this book had been immense, the group chat blowing up with speculations and guesses.

The book was getting better, when the couple who swore they hated each other was about to fuck that tension out since fighting got them nowhere. You squealed, picking up the nearest pair of socks. You tore your gaze away long enough to put your socks on.

You looked around the room for your blanket hoodie. It was sitting on the famous chair, piled on top of a mountain of clothing that was near toppling over. You grabbed the hoodie and then checked in on your phone. 

Oh, the tension. The passion. It just ate you up inside when the characters got to that part. Confessing their love in drunken confessions or in the middle of an argument. Ouee, your body was on fire just thinking about it. Your pussy clenching at the details. The rich words creating a movie in your mind’s eye.

Abandoning your hoodie, you laid across the bed and decided to air dry. With the way this book was going, you might need a second shower. You rested your head on your closed fist and let your mind drift, picturing the scene.

You didn’t hear when your boyfriend called your name after he arrived home. Or how his heavy footfalls padded down the hallway to your bedroom. Or how he called your name again when he stood in the doorway. You didn’t hear the subtle camera click as a picture was taken.

Somewhere between the fifth and…counting?... sex scene, you ended up on your tummy, legs high behind you, tapping your socked feet together. You were literally kicking your feet as the characters kept telling each other that they hated each other as they were clutching onto each other for dear life. 

You sighed. You simply ate this shit up. You were already mentally typing up your notes for your review on Goodreads. Ouee, maybe you should start keeping a side notebook. Just to jot down bullet points so your scatterbrained mind didn’t forget a single detail. 

Fingers reached across your ass and you yelped, looking behind you ready to scream. Terry stood behind you, his head tilted and a smirk on his luscious face. You choked out a laugh, rolling to one side so you could look at him better. 

He looked damn good in gray sweatpants and a white T-shirt. Terry slid his fingers absently across your bare ass, tracing the globes up and down. Your body shivered, pussy clenching with need. You gazed at your man. At the smooth planes and lines of his face, the cut of jaw, those big pink lips. 

“You didn’t hear me calling you?” He asked.

You shook your head. “Sorry,” you said, giving him a cutesy grin. 

His lips twitched but he didn’t let himself smile. “You’re not cute. You have to be more aware of your surroundings,” he said. 

“Yes, sir,” you said, nodding. “Though to be fair, the only man getting in here is you.”

“Mhm,” he said, nodding his own head. “You reading your dirty books?” 

“Yes! You remember my favorite author?” You asked. 

Terry nodded, hiking his eyebrow up as he encouraged you to tell him all about your favorite author. And the book you were currently reading. “And I just got to the good part,” you said.

Terry chuckled and nodded. “Okay, I’ll leave you to it,” he said. He trailed his fingers between your legs as he moved away and you gasped. For two reasons. On the one hand, Terry’s hands on you always instantly put you in the mood. With your pussy already wet, you were thinking it was a good time for a break. 

On the other hand, you forgot that you had taken off your gifts from him while you showered. It was the only time you were allowed to do so. You meant to put the ankle and thigh bracelet back on when you lotioned up but plum forgot.

Terry stopped and you could feel his stare. It burned in the back of your head. Your heart thumped in your chest. You had no idea what he was going to do.

“Baby,” Terry’s deep timbre was a physical caress down your spine. You stretched your back and bit your lip. 

“Yes, Big Daddy,” you said, pitching your voice higher. 

“Where are your bracelets?” He rubbed his thumb across your thick thigh. The weight of those words pressed down on you, making you want to retreat in your mind. You began to pant, feeling out of sorts. You were so turned on you could barely breathe. But you were also worried about what kind of punishment you were about to receive. 

“I just showered,” you said. You rolled so that you could look at his pretty face. To at least try to gauge where his mind went. Terry stopped you by wrapping his hand around your thigh. 

“I believe you. But you’re out of the shower now,” he said. 

“I really forgot this time,” you said. 

Terry sighed, the sound like a coin drop in an empty room. “You know what we have to do now, right?” He asked.

“You sure I can’t bargain out of this one? I can be pretty cute, you said so,” you said. 

“Up,” he said, his calm voice making matters worse. You may as well have been pleading your case to a brick wall. There was no changing his mind.

You got to your knees and then flipped over, scooting to the edge of the bed. Terry rolled his shoulders as he moved to your closet. He pulled a pine green box down from the top shelf. 

He placed the large, repurposed gift box on your dresser and opened it. Cheery snowmen looked at you from the painted edges as Terry rummaged around. He drew out a pair of leather cuffs and crossed over to you.

You pouted at him as he strapped the cuffs to your wrists. There was a small golden link between them keeping it connected and not giving you much room to escape. You tested the pull on it as you tried to separate your wrists. No dice. 

Terry grabbed the link and pulled you into a standing position. He sighed deeply, his voice a rumbling thunder behind it with a hum as he stared you down. “I had plans to treat you so well when I got back,” he said. 

“Fuck,” you said, the curse flying fast. You rubbed your thighs together, staring up into his pretty colorful eyes. Every time you looked at them, they were a different color. You loved to see the changes, especially this up close. His eyes went more brown when he was like this, when he’d sunk into that role of being in charge. Of being protective. 

He kissed your cheek, softly, reverently, his juicy lips leaving a small wet spot behind. He moved down to your lips, not quite kissing you. He hummed and smirked. “Whatever happens, just know that I love you, okay?” 

“Terry,” you huffed. His name was a plea and a curse all in one. You didn’t know what was worse. Knowing the torture was coming or having to live through it. Your thighs were on fire, burning with the need to have him between them. 

He pulled you closer by the cuffs, kissing you completely this time. He brought his free hand up to cup your cheek, hands warm. You licked his lips and he moaned. “Nice try,” he said against your lips. 

He said that, but you stepped closer, rubbing yourself against his growing bulge. He chuckled, letting you, looking down while you rubbed on him. He grinned and then grabbed your shoulders, turning you around. He pushed you down. You let out a soft oomph, flopping onto the bed. 

He grabbed your hips, pushing you further up your big ass bed. He positioned you how he wanted, close to the edge, but not so close that he didn’t have free range behind you. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up as you could only hear him moving around behind you.

It sounded like he was rummaging through the goody box again. You sighed. Digging your toes into the bed. “Start reading,” he commanded, voice sharp.

How the hell were you supposed to read anything? You hesitated, looking at your phone. There was no way you’d be able to concentrate and he knew that. 

“Baby,” you said and licked your lips. 

Terry said nothing and again, you felt his gaze bearing down on you. You whimpered as you grabbed your phone, unlocking it, and swiping back to your phone. You began reading aloud, reading about the sex scene you were in the middle of. 

Reading it aloud to Terry, picturing him as the main male character, you were miserably wet. Dripping practically. You sighed, thinking of your ruined bed. You’d have to spend tonight doing laundry. 

Terry’s massive hand slapped across your ass, the recoil loud enough to rival a gunshot. You squealed, falling forward onto the bed. Heat bloomed between your thighs, warming up your core to a dangerous level. 

It still really fucking hurt though. Your ass stung and you swore that you could feel aftershocks of his hand, slapping across your ass over and over. “Fuck, fuck!” You yelled out. 

“Keep reading,” he said. 

You got back to your knees and arched your back like he positioned you in before. You returned to reading out loud, pussy throbbing at the way the words made you feel. You got to an explicit part when Terry’s hands came back down. He smacked your ass a handful more times, covering a wide area and making your ass light up like a Christmas tree.

Tears welled in your eyes from the pain and the pleasure. It was too much stimulation. “Please, please, fuck me. I can’t take it,” you whimpered. The words on your phone swam in your vision as your body contracted with shivers. Both from the radiating waves of heat and the burn low in your belly. 

Terry rubbed his hands across your ass and you screamed, kneeling away from his hands. Wherever he touched, your ass sang with pain. “Are you going to remember to put your bracelets on?” 

You nodded. “Yes, I swear,” you said. 

Terry shoved his fingers between your legs, plunging right up your pussy. You collapsed onto the bed, twitching. “Mhm, I didn’t give you permission to cum,” he said. 

“Daddy, pleaseeee,” you pleaded, lower belly twinging with the pain of fighting off your orgasm. 

“You can get wetter than this, baby,” he said. 

“I can’t,” you said, drool seeping into the navy covers beneath you. Your face was smashed into the bed, no way to hold yourself up while his fingers stroked your walls. The loud squelching of your pussy, wet because of him, made you clench around his fingers and moan. 

He placed his free hand on your ass, giving you the dual sensation of sweet torture and cruel relief. He moved his fingers faster, stretching you out with his long, thick fingers. You rode yourself on his fingers, throwing it back and he moaned. He smacked your ass more lightly this time, more in encouragement than anything else. 

“Please let me cum. Please let me cum,” you said, legs twitching. You couldn’t hold off any longer. 

Terry leaned down over your body, placing his lips as close to your ear as he could get it. “Nahhh,” he said slowly, a subtle rasp in his voice. You bit your lip and rode him harder, showing him that you needed more. “Gotta earn that shit.” 

You sobbed into your bed, tears streaming freely. You were about to explode. Come undone at the seams. “Daddy, please. Pleaaseee. Pleaaasseeee, ouee, pleeasseee,” you moaned, desperately riding his fingers. 

“You know what Daddy needs,” he said. 

Tears leaked freely, mixing with the drool and pooling onto the covers. Your mind turned to mush, no longer able to keep reading. Your moans were loud and near screaming. Your throat raw with the effort. Your essence flooded his fingers and he hummed in satisfaction. 

“There’s my good girl,” he purred. He suddenly flipped you over, not giving you a chance to work with him. He was too impatient, too needy, too rough as he positioned you on your back. He pushed your arms above your head, giving you a look. You planted your hands above your head and knew better to move them. 

It pushed your breasts up, giving him a total view of your chest. He groaned, eyes tracking to your pert nipples. Terry folded you in half, scooting his thighs beneath your back, holding you spread open for him. 

He placed soft kisses to your wet pussy, lips smacking from your juices. “Baby, I can’t hold it no more,” you said.

“You’re gonna hold it because Daddy told you to,” he said, his voice brooking no argument. You whimpered, whined, trying to breathe through being folded like a pretzel. 

Your toes brushed against the bed with every rocking motion from Terry as he got himself comfortable. He continued kissing your pussy, stopping to look back and stare at your pussy. His lips began to glisten with your essence. 

You groaned, a primal, possessive side of you jumping out. You marked your claim. It was your juices on him. Your essence feeding him. 

“Daddy, please,” you cried out. From this position, you saw his face perfectly. He stared at your pussy like a man possessed. Like a greedy man with the richest treasure in the world. Your heart softened just as your pussy throbbed. 

Terry smirked. “Pretty fuckin’ pussy. She miss me?” He asked. As if you hadn’t gone two and half rounds when you woke up this morning. As if he wasn’t driving you insane nearly every time you got within two feet of each other. 

“Yes, Daddy, she missed you,” you moaned. 

“Yeah? She gon’ be good and cum when I say?” He asked. He stared at you from beneath his long eyelashes framing his stormy blue eyes while his tongue rolled out of his mouth. He used the tip of his tongue to search through your soaked curls, separate your pussy lips, and flick across that little bundle of nerves. 

“Ouee, shit,” you moaned. Sweat beaded on your forehead. Your heart beat so loudly, it was a miracle he couldn’t hear it. You huffed, watching his tongue work around your clit. Feeling it was even better. His breath was hot across your pussy, making your breaths stutter in your chest.

His lips followed his tongue, going deeper, playing with the rim of your entrance before dipping his tongue inside you. You cried out, belly fluttering. You moved your hands and Terry’s eyes narrowed. 

Fresh tears leaked from your eyes, dripping down the side of your face. “Pleasseee,” you begged. 

“You’re doing so well, already,” he moaned. He sped up, licking you, eating you, devouring you as he lapped at your pussy. Fresh essence dripped out of you and he licked that up too. He moaned, burying his nose and face into your pussy. He ate like a man starved. Sloppily. Messily. 

“Oue, fuck, ouee,” you screamed.

Terry moved closer, like he was trying to shove his whole face inside of you. His plush lips wrapped around your clit and sucked. 

“Oh fuck! Terry! Terry!” You screamed. Your body began twitching. The orgasm you staved off was coming whether you wanted it to or not. Terry stopped altogether, suspending your body in the midpoint between denial and reprieve. 

Your eyes rolled lazily to him, panting, huffing, body feeling like you had been tossed into a barbeque pit. “T-T-”

Terry tilted his head, tongue flat against your clit. You throbbed and pulsed on his tongue but he didn’t move. Your body retreated from the edge in slow increments, relaxing against him. 

You blinked at him, no longer able to communicate a single thought. Terry’s eyes gleamed with sick pleasure. He hummed, moving his tongue against your clit once more. He brought you to the edge and then denied you the rush of pleasure at the last minute. He did it one more time, letting you relax and then bringing you back to the precipice. 

Your belly cramped so bad. Your mouth stopped working. You couldn’t do anything but pathetically moan as he ate his fill. Your toes brushed against the bed again as he leaned back far enough.

“She too tired now?” He asked.

You shook your head. Furthest thing from it. Terry smirked. “You nice and dumb for me, baby?” He asked. He gave you teasing little licks. You hissed and moaned, eyes aching from how hard you closed them from the torture. 

“Answer me when I’m talking to you,” Terry said, smacking your ass for good measure. It woke you from the fog long enough to nod. 

“Yes, Big Daddy,” you said. 

Terry grinned and then relented, giving in and eating you with a renewed fervor. “You can cum now, baby,” he moaned into your pussy. His tongue and lips teased your clit. His fingers dipped back inside your entrance, coaxing that sweet, sweet orgasm out of you.

You screamed loud enough to wake the dead. Or hell, maybe you joined them. Lights burst behind your eyelids as you came with so much force, you couldn’t breathe. Your pussy ached and throbbed, thighs shaking against Terry’s face as he teased you throughout the whole ride. 

He slowed down as he sensed that you were coming down, drawing out his teasing licks and kisses to your pussy. He pulled back and your essence dripped from his face. He looked like he went swimming in your pussy. His entire jaw was covered, shiny and wet. You wish you could take a picture of him like this.

A long spit chain connected you to him and he moaned, ending on a hiss. “That’s a good fuckin’ pussy,” he huffed as he regained his own breathing. “Turn that ass over.”

Terry lowered you to the bed while he hopped off. He made quick work of his clothes, his huffs and puffs the only indication of how badly he was rushing. You were just a noodle, watching him reveal inches of his bronze skin, the veins in his biceps, the tattoos on his arms.

You traced the tattoos more times than you could count, lips twitching with the urge to do so now. His thighs were equally delicious. As big as tree trunks, a light dusting of hair. And that ass. He turned to the side briefly so he could free his long legs from his underwear and sweats. 

“You are so damn pretty,” you mumbled. 

Terry chuckled. You didn’t think he heard you. “That’s my line,” he said. “And I’m pretty sure I told you what you need to be doing.” 

You couldn’t flip over fast enough, giggling. He’d just bent you over and ate you so well, your leg was still wobbly and shaky. Yet you yearned for more. Yearned for his body surrounding you, protecting you, caging you in his embrace. You were greedy. Needing, wanting, craving more. 

Terry descended onto the bed, roughly grabbing your hips and sliding inside with a savage thrust. 

“Oueeee, SHIT, Daddy!” You screamed. He slid out and then slid back in, coating his long dick with your essence. 

“Cream this shit,” he moaned, sliding inside faster. His massive hands gripped your hips and pulled you onto his punishing dick, ramming into you. “Made for me. You were made for me, weren’t you?” He asked.

“Yes, Daddy, I was made for you,” you moaned. He stretched you beautifully, slamming into you just as rough as you wanted. As you needed. 

“Just a pretty, tight hole for me to abuse whenever I want?” He asked.

You sobbed, tears gathering in your eyes once more. He hit that magical spot inside of you, the spot only he could reach. No other man, not even your toys, could hit that spot with such precision. With accuracy. He was just as much made for you. 

“Yes, Daddy,” you moaned, voice muffled by the covers. The bed dipped as Terry leaned over, planting a fist beside your head to hold up his weight. He used his other hand to grab a handful of braids and yank, baring your throat to him. 

“I wish you could see how creamy you are. Pretty little ring on my dick. So nice and wet,” he cooed into your ear. He pulled your head back so that he could kiss you. His face smelled like you. You moaned and clenched around his dick. He hissed and then growled in your ear. 

“Filling me so deep, Daddy,” you moaned. “So fuckin’ deep, ohmygoood.”

Terry chuckled. He shifted his hips and drove in deeper, possibly down to his base, as he fucked you into the mattress. Your hands stretched out in front of you, gripping onto the covers just trying to meet his thrusts. 

“Untie me, Daddy. Let me feel you,” you begged. 

Terry responded by kissing you, tongue licking your lips. You opened your mouth and played with his tongue. His beautiful, amazing tongue that was capable of the sweetest words and the filthiest things. 

“You don’t know how to behave when you’re free,” he said against your cheek. 

“I’ll behave, I promise,” you whispered. 

Terry moaned, dick throbbing inside you. “I want to believe you,” he said. 

He kept up his brutal, savage thrusts, digging into you and making your belly clench. “Pleasse, Daddy. I want to feel you,” you moaned. 

“All you need to do is feel this dick, baby. Feel how much you mean to me. How much I want to take care of you,” he said.

Each thrust felt like it was going straight to your heart. There was no way you were still flooding his dick. Still making it easier for him to glide and thrust and stroke so far inside you, you couldn’t tell where you ended and he began. 

“Fuck me so good. So well,” you moaned. 

Terry gripped your hips and then pulled you down harder, faster, rougher. You yelped and squealed, stretched out on the bed, trying to escape. Terry yanked you back, fingers digging into your skin harder. 

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” you moaned. Your thighs trembled from trying to hold yourself up from his hold. He kept you in place, filling you, fucking you good and deep. Your eyes rolled back into your head. But still, your body propelled you forward. Both because of his thrusts and because you just couldn’t take any more. All the edging from earlier had you spent. 

“Sit that ass up,” he panted, breaths falling across your damp back. 

“C-Can’t,” you stuttered. 

Terry grunted and pulled you by the hair until you were on your knees. He sat on his haunches, continuing to pound inside you. 

“You keep telling me what you can’t do. But all this time you been takin’ this dick and doing what Daddy tell you to. Do you know how proud I am of you? So pretty when you listen,” he moaned. 

“Fuck, Daddy, please,” you moaned. 

Terry grabbed your arms and pulled it until the cuffs went over his head. It made you thrust out your chest and he grabbed your titties, playing with your sensitive nipples. He pinched and plucked as he fucked you, kissing your neck and biting your shoulder. 

Your pussy made smacking noises on his dick, sounding thick and creamy. You moans mingled in the room, mixing with the pound of the headboard against the wall. You were constantly getting little dents in it from the force of your lovemaking. It was too much. You tried to sit on his lap but he grunted.  “Mhm,” he said, pulling you into a kneeling position one more time. 

“If I gotta stand you up one more time, you ain’t gon’ like it,” he snapped. 

You whimpered and whined but concentrated on holding yourself up. His dick slammed into your walls while he kissed your neck. One hand gripped your titty and squeezed while his other hand searched lower, rubbing two fingers against your pussy. 

You screamed out, unable to hold off this one. It gobbled you up with the force of it. Tearing you down to your roots, breaking you down to your center, to the very last atom that makes you you. You cried out, shaking, twitching. 

Your vision turned black and your right ear rung with a tinny bell as you came and came in rolling waves. One triggered another for an extended orgasm, body jerking uncontrollably. 

“Cum so pretty,” he said. “You ready for this nut?” 

You could only manage a nod as he rolled his shoulders and moaned in your ear while he came, unloading a thick load of cum inside of you. 

There was no more air in your lungs enough to moan. You could only sigh as he warmed you up from the inside, soaking your walls with his cum. Nothing leaked out as he continued to stroke into you.

Your body arched as he stilled, buried to the hilt. He kissed your neck, your cheek, your jaw. He brought the fingers he used to play with your clit up to your mouth and bid you to suck. 

“Taste that?” He asked.

You nodded. Too spent, too tired, to fucked out to do anything else but yawn. Terry chuckled, and slipped out. His cum leaked out with him, sliding down your leg and dripping onto the bed. 

“Sleepy,” you mumbled.

“I know, baby. But let’s run you a bath first and I’ll change these sheets,” he said. He lowered your arms from his neck and then laid you on your side. He gave you a kiss on your forehead. 

“Don’t let me catch you without your bracelets again,” he said.

“Yes, Big Daddy,” you yawned, stretching out onto the bed to await his tender, loving aftercare.

WHEW. If you need more like I do, here ya gooo! The Secret Terry Richmond Files

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part three of "what if the axolotl brought bill back as a human because it knows he'd hate it"

just because bill is 'gone', doesn't mean the forests of gravity falls are any safer than before. more story details below the cut

mabel and bill make the fastest friends out of all of the pines, if that wasn't obvious already. but don't be fooled, mabel really didn't like him when he first showed up. in fact, she sucker punched him in the stomach so hard he fell over and everyone laughed at him (mostly stan). she said, "that's for trying to kill my brother," and in a way, this made bill respect her more than he already did. of course, he'd never tell anyone that. he knows you're not supposed to have a favorite child, but mabel is definitely his favorite child.

with bill's presence gone, a lot more creatures begin roaming further into populated areas than they did before, which results in mabel getting attacked. luckily, bill is there, and he cares about is so possessive of the family that he kills it and saves her. the two stans plus dipper were hot on his heels, but not as fast as him. after this, she makes bill that friendship bracelet in his original reference! and maybe starts playing matchmaker between him and ford, just a little bit.

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My headcanons of the LADS Men w/ a Singer/Idol reader [Requested by: liz9898]

𝚉𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎

He's a doctor before anything else, but he's making it to every show that he can

Tends to make it to your rehearsals more than your actual shows

wants to read over your contract with your label before you sign anything

always has flowers delivered to your dressing room on the day of your show

He owns every album and ep

"You know you don't have to buy the physical copies right? I can give them to you for free" "Yes I do I'm your number 1 fan will you sign this?"

loves surprising you when you're getting off stage with a small gift or flowers in hand

sets his favorite song as your ringtone

sexy dance with a partner? Absolutely hates it! "Do you have to do that part with him?" "He doesn't touch me Zayne it's just a body roll" "I'm not a fan"

when he can't make it to your show he livestreams it

buys you a bracelet with his name and birthstone "Wear this so you think of me" "Is this so everyone will know I'm taken?" "Thats only a plus"

plans his days off around your return dates when you go on tour

always sends an encouraging texts or calls before your shows

if you dont want your picture taken by paparazzi and he's with you he'll cover every lens with a sheet of ice

comes to your studio sessions when he can and if he can't make it he'll sit on the phone with you.

𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚕

FANBOY FANBOY FANBOY

He's buying every album and ep and damn near setting up a shrine for you

He's at every single show

he has the option to be backstage or front row vip section he's front row 90% of the time

Captures the best angles of you while you're performing

Knows every single word to every song he's singing his little heart out right along with you

That fan page with 2 million followers? Thats his. Those fan edits that keep going viral for how good they are? Thats him.

He's backstage with you massaging and helping with ice packs to cool you down.

"Ice cold water isn't good for her vocal cords bring us room temperature!" suddenly he's the boss?

showers you in compliments after your shows and don't worry if your pre-show nerves start getting to you he's right there gassing you up

Now a sexy dance with a partner? he's not feeling it "I swear he wants to do a little more than dance" "well that would be shocking since his boyfriend is also my backup dancer" "Oh ._."

would 100% pack up and throw himself onto that tour bus the minute you ask if he wants to come with you

covering your face from paparazzi when you don't want your picture taken

those crazy stalkers and haters that are trying to harm you? strange how they keep disappearing huh

flowers and gifts before and after every show

sketches and or paints during your studio sessions; will spend all night/day in there with you he doesn't care he loves watching you and the process

𝚇𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛

supports you in every thing you do he's almost like you're personal bodyguard though

"no pictures" he says calmly as he places his hand on the lens of a pap who was hiding scaring the person shitless because how did he see him and how did he get there so fast

waits patiently backstage so he can carry you back to your dressing room

surveys the crowd silently even though you have security

follows all your fan pages and constantly scouring the internet for any bad press or hate so he can get rid of it

stands outside your dressing room while you rest so no one disturbs you "Xav get in here stop scaring my crew!"

goes over every minor detail with your label and publicity manager when a tour is brought up

tried to cook for you one time while on tour .... your manager nixed that expeditiously

that sexy dance you had with a partner? he got so jealous that you had your choreographer change the dance so he would stop sulking

prefers to carry you around because "you work so hard on stage"

changes your shoes for you and kisses your knee every time

takes naps in the studio when you're recording

𝚂𝚢𝚕𝚞𝚜

this man is a mafia leader you think he has time to keep up with your hectic schedule? You bet your ass he does! Priorities baby and you're number 1

he is going over your contract with your label before you sign anything

you're going on tour? He's buying you the best and most comfortable tour bus money can buy

helps you in and out of costume changes

waits backstage with a pair of fluffy slippers and a bottle of water "You were amazing Miss Idol"

tries to sing your songs all the time "Hey baby who sings that?" "You." "Let's keep it that way"

Your dressing room, tour bus, and hotel rooms are always flourishing with gifts

Constantly praises you

follows your fan pages

either gives you a massage or has massages schedule for you to keep you nimble.

buys a recording studio for you so you don't have to pay the ridiculous studio fees

the twins end up becoming two of your backup dancers

gets rid of pictures online that you dislike; stops paparazzi from taking pictures by ruining the cameras with his evol

dont even worry about a stalker or crazy fan with malicious intent Sylus & the twins got that ass taken care of

[commandershepardvasfuckit]

An Arranged Marriage, part 22

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While you absolutely needed summer clothes you got the feeling that Bira had something extra in mind. At least your husband seemed to like it!

(I am feral over my own character, ask box is always open for talking about my writing or just monster fucking in general!)

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“Thanks for helping me with this” you said as Bira lead you through the busy streets.

“Of course! I’m not going to let you drop dead from the heat! I’m just happy Zen’jan waved me down to let me know” Bira responded.

It was quite a walk to the shop, tucked into a corner of the city that was mostly minotaurs, though Bira assured you several times her friend who owed the shop would be able to help.

“Hoonti!” Bira practically yelled as the two of you entered the shop.

The minotaur woman behind the counter looked and smiled, “Bira!” and the two quickly launched into an animated conversation in orcish.

“This is Hoonti, a long time friend of mine” Bira introduced, “and one of the best tailors I know. She’s going to take your measurements and ask a few questions and get started on making you a few things to start with”.

“Sounds good!” you answered.

Hoonti got right to work, buzzing about you with her measuring tape while Bira translated her questions.

“Any preferences for colors? Or any colors you absolutely don’t want?” Bira translated.

“Nothing too bright” you said.

“That’s no fun!” said Bira.

Bira was almost always in bright colors and clothes with fancy trim or details, though Zen always dressed pretty simply. He seemed to be the odd one out though, most of the trolls in the city seemed to be more like Bira with bright, highly detailed clothes and lots of jewelry. The closet thing to jewelry you ever saw Zen wear were the gold bands at the base of his tusks, though he had gotten you a few bracelets and necklaces.

“Okay okay okay, nothing too bright but let me pick one outfit for you, please!” Bira practically begged.

“One outfit” you repeated firmly.

“Just one! And I promise you’ll like it, and so will Zen’jan! It’ll make him happy”.

You raised an eyebrow at her.

“Don’t worry, it’s just something traditional but it needs to be bright! Just trust me” she said.

“Sure”.

Many rounds of questions later and Bira and you were leaving the shop with the promise that Hoonti would drop the clothes off in a few days when she was done.

“So, you and Zen’jan” Bira began.

“Yeah?” you asked.

“He seems a lot happier than usual recently”

You could not help but smile a bit over that. There had been a shift in Zen over the last week, he was more relaxed around the house and was comfortable taking up space. He sat and stood up straight, no longer always trying to make himself smaller, he lounged and stretched out across the bed, he constantly showed you little affections like a hand on your shoulder or waist for a moment when he walked past or a quick nuzzle where he could.

“It’s been a good week” you smiled.

“Well, it’s good to hear that. He’s been doing better in general since you got married, he doesn’t look so tired and drained all the time anymore. He’s never been the best at taking care of himself, though it looks like he’s getting better about it though now that he has someone else to take care of”.

Bira showed you a few more of her favorite places around the city before walking you home.

“I’m happy he has you” Bira told you as she hugged you.

“I’m happy I have him too” you told her.

Three days later Bira and Hoonti showed up in the middle of the day laden with new clothes for you. Skirts, pants, shirts, and dresses of varying lengths, colors, and styles and much better suited for the weather than anything you brought.

They both fawned over you while you tried stuff on, it felt silly with how they fussed over you, but it was still fun.

“Ok ok, last one!” Bira called and handed you the last outfit.

It was several pieces all in a rich shade of red and trimmed with shiny gold embroidery and pearls.

“And I’m guessing this is what you were so excited about?” you asked.

“Just try it on!” she was so excited.

You ducked back into the bathroom to untangle the pieces; a pair of shorts, a wide rectangle of fabric with the beautiful embroidery on one long edge, and a longer thinner rectangle of fabric with the same embroidery in the center of one of the long edges.

“I’m going to need an explanation” you called from the bathroom.

“Shorts on, the wide rectangle ties over the shorts as a skirt, and just wrap the other around you and I’ll help”.

The shorts were shorter than you would have liked, the skirt came down to your mid thighs but because it was tied together it left quite a slit up the side where you tied it on you hip. You wrapped the other piece around you and shuffled out of the bathroom feeling rather exposed.

“Really?” you asked Bira.

“Yes! You’ve seen me in stuff like this! Don’t act so surprised!”

She helped you with the top, wrapping it behind your back and crossing it over your chest and tying it behind your neck. It left your midriff bare, but much to you surprise it at least covered a good amount of your chest.

“Absolutely perfect” Bira smiled.

“Its short” you muttered back.

“It’s good for hot weather, and for dancing! There’s a few festivals coming up that it’s perfect for. And I bet Zen’jan will like it, you should keep it on for when he gets home”.

You chatted with Bira and Hoonti for a while before both left to go about their day. You had to admit you had a lot of movement freedom in the outfit, and while it showed off a lot more than you were used to it was comfy and did look good.

Zen came home later that afternoon, in the last week he had been coming home earlier.

“I hope you do not mind, I stopped by the market in my way home and just picked up- wow” he paused when he saw you.

“It’s looks alright?” you asked.

“More than alright, you look incredible” he sat the food down and crossed the room, quickly placing his hands on your hips while he took a moment to take you in.

“Bira said it would be a good outfit for some festivals coming up”.

“It is, though now I am going to have to actually dress up for festivals to keep up with you” he pulled you closer until you were pressed against him and you could feel him purring.

You could also feel him hard against you. The two of you had been bathing together and sleeping naked, though both of you chose to ignore anything other than cuddling for now.

Zen was breathing hard and you could feel his heart racing being so close to him. He leaned down and nuzzled his forehead against yours before pulling you into deep kiss, wasting no time parting you lips and slipping his tongue into your mouth.

It caught you off guard. Zen never initiated anything, he always carefully waited for you to lean into him to cuddle, or for you to kiss him first. His grip on your hips tightened and you felt him grinding against you, felt the way he panted and moaned into your mouth, how his whole body heaved with every breath.

By the time he pulled away you were breathing just as hard, your heart racing while you looked up at him.

“I am sorry” he muttered, “Was that alright?”

You did not answer, instead you tangled your hands into hair and pulled him back in for another kiss. This time you pressed yourself against him and pulled him close just as much as he did to you. You slipped your tongue into his mouth and ran it along the base of his tusks before pulling back a bit and letting him lead again. His tongue nearly filled your mouth and you happily teased him by sucking on his tongue a bit.

Kissing him was never an elegant affair. His tusks always bumped the sides on your face and you also could not tilt your head at the right angle while you were wedged between them. Then mismatch in size between the two of you meant his mouth always entirely covered yours in an odd way, and it all added up to some rather wet, clumsy, and messy kissing but neither of you minded.

His hand drifted lower, cupping your backside and pulling you to rub against him, leaving an ache between your legs. Besides the night you had gotten drunk together, he had not so much as even hinted at anything more than cuddling, his sudden forward was was a bit odd but not unwelcome.

You pulled away from the kiss, “So, formal wear does it for you?” you teased, though at that moment he had also chosen to nudge your legs apart and press his thigh up against your center, making you collapse forward against his chest and let out a soft moan.

“When I come home and my beautiful wife is all dressed up for me it does” his voice was low in your ear and you could hear the need dripping from it. “And as beautiful as you look all dressed up for me, right now all I can think about is helping you out of it all, if you will let me”.

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Part 23

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[aniekisses]

𝐁𝐅!𝐏𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐀 (𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯)

𝘈/𝘯: 𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬!

♡ 𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 ♡

Gavi is not huge on PDA, but he’ll grab your hand under the table giving it a squeeze.

He’s super competitive when you play games together. Whether it’s video games, cards, or even random challenges, he’ll give his 110% to beat you. “You’re going down” and if you actually beat him he’ll just say that ‘you were lucky’ or that he let you win.

You’re his passenger princess.

Squeezes your thigh when you’re sitting together.

“Is this okay?” He knows what he’s doing.

Gavi loves to randomly leans in like he’s about to kiss you then stops. (Argggghh) “Patience, cariño”

Holds your face when he kisses you.

“Did you apologize to that guy that you tackled?” “Never.”

After a long day or a tough match, he’ll just flop down next to you and rest his head on your lap, saying, “I’m staying here. Don’t move” (he’s a huge softie)

Neck kisses!!!

Does the little protective hand-on-back. Anytime you’re in a crowd, he’ll put his hand gently on your back guiding you through.

“Mi nena”

He refuses to let you pay for anything.

Fusses over you when you’re sick!! He’s not usually one for babying people, but if you’re unwell, he’s at your side with soup, blankets and whatever you need.

Wears the friendship bracelet you made him. “Yeah my girl made it for me”

Steals your chapstick all the time.

He’s got your name saved in his phone with a heart emoji.

Has a playlist called “For Her.” You found it once when you borrowed his phone, and he got all flustered, like, “Don’t listen to that, it’s private!”

Is terrible at taking photos but insists on snapping pics of you anyway. They’re always blurry or mid-laugh, but he thinks you look beautiful no matter what.

“There she is” he says when he spots you after a match.

Low-key loves it when you wear his jersey over a pink dress.

Watches all your favorite rom-coms with you. He’ll pretend he’s bored at first, but then he’s totally invested, asking questions like, “Wait, so she didn’t end up with him?” Or “Girl- you could do better”

Steals bites of your food. Even if he’s ordered the exact same thing, he’ll lean over with his fork, like, “Yours just looks better”

Buys groceries with you. He’s that boyfriend who pushes the cart around, tossing random snacks in.

Always gives Pedri the details of your relationship. Pedri’s basically his personal counselor at this point.

Does a specific move—like tapping your hand three times or winking when he wants to go home.

Always makes sure you’re on the inside of the sidewalk.

Always reaches for your hand in the car and drives one-handed just so he can hold onto you. (I need him)

Sends you his game schedule so you know when he’ll be playing.

— 𝘈𝘯𝘪𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴

[sharkorok]

all eyes on you (enhypen)

or the moments that make everyone think you’re dating

cw/genre: idol!reader, reader doesnt have specified gender but implied to be a female, fluff, so cute bye, secret relationships, humor, u have delulu fans

requested: naurrr

a/n: ehe thx for 100 followers :) I hope my writing makes u happy because knowing people read my works makes me super duper happy! luv uuuu

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heeseung

-at an awards show your outfits were matching, like very obviously matching

-matching bracelets, you had one on your left wrist and he had one on the right, the colors matched each other, same style and aesthetic…

-he gets v nervous but also you were in some dating rumors with another idol so…he wouldn’t be mad if he was next tbh….BUT THEN UR GROUP WAS ASSIGNED NEXT TO HIM??

-dawg was sweating the whole time trying not to admire you and how cute you two looked

-but no every one of those “enhypen mma reaction” or “heeseung reaction focus” showed him very clearly staring at you 😭, twt had a field day with you two

-he can’t help it, you looked so good and how can he keep his eyes off his lovely s/o when they’re all dressed up + matching?? seriously his management was insane for putting him so close to you

-and when all groups were leaving he was seen literally sprinting to be closer to you

-ya dispatch didn’t even need to confirm anything after that awards show

the others r below!

jay

-during a live he got his guitar out and started playing all your favorite songs

-and this was literally a day after you named your favorite songs

-then to make it worse he was like “yeah these are y/n’s favorite songs don’t they have good music taste?” and then he kept talking about you and staff was sweating while watching istg

-the way he talked about you tho,,he either had a massive crush on you or you two were dating

-the ship edits the next day were insane honestly some of your fans need to get into the editing business because you genuinely believed a photo of him holding your waist was taken at inkigayo

-he doesn’t even try to hide how much he likes you istg, he goes out of his way to talk to you at awards shows and always films challenges with you, he gives the shippers so much content

-then another time jay cooked your favorite food in a vlog and specifically said it was your favorite food, name dropping and everything

-literally no one is surprised that you two are confirmed dating after a while.

jake

-accidentally went on live while talking about you

-he fully believed he closed out of the app when he was talking to jay and saying stuff like, “I’m really excited to see her at the performance, I hope we have time to hang out…” and then he hears notifications and sees that he was streaming and he nearly faints

-plays it off like he fully intended for everyone to hear that and continues like he planned on going live

-he’s also trying to hide the way his eyes flickered up to your rapid texts being like, “JAKE WHY ARE WE TRENDING ON TWITTER??”

-jay is behind the camera just trying not to laugh becuz how do you even recover from this one, literally all the comments are talking about you and him

-“y/n…? yeah ahahah I know her uh huh mhm anyways moving on” and his horrible deflecting skills are making it even more obvious

-and when you go on live?? oh u bet the comments are “did you see jake’s recent live?? are u cheating on us y/n?”

-u desperately distract by spoiling your comeback but there’s already 14k Tik toks analyzing every interaction you had with Jake and why you two are cosmically intertwined

sunghoon

-describes you to a T when asked about his ideal type

-he meant to just mention the broad details but he gets excited talking about u ok :(

-“yeah a good heart and around (your exact height), with (the hex code of your eye color) eyes, born on (your birthday), hobbies include (every single one of your hobbies) and also…(literally all the information under your kprofiles page)”

-ur fans catch on and are like “isn’t this literally y/n” and he’s like “omg nooo coincidence”

-it is NOT a coincidence bro he was fully thinking of you and only you during that interview

-anyways you don’t help the situation by describing him too when asked about your ideal type, but ur at least a tad less obvious 😭

-“yea I love guys who ice skate and stuff”

-u two definitely get scolded by management

sunoo

-sometimes he forgets to care about keeping things secret (like that lipton tea thing he did)

-so he’s showing fans his camera roll and he shows selfies you never posted before…in his camera roll…never before seen by anyone but him and you to the camera and is like

-“y/n’s visual is so perfect, right?”

-and yeah duh ur stunning and gorgeous but fans are distracted by your beauty for a second before being like “hm…how did he get those selfies and why r they in his camera roll”

-ur fans r thankful for the content tho so he kinda did everyone a favor

-but it’s a LITTLE suspicious…but neither of you address anything so it just festers a little

-until you two do a tik tok challenge together and he captions it with a heart emoji like oh my god 😭

-you’re not innocent either when you said “sunoo’s visual is so amazing” like both of you get some media training I beg

-everyone loves how obviously whipped you two are for each other tho :,)

jungwon

-accidentally exposes your polaroid in his phone case

-thankfully he has photos of his members and maeum but why were you there??

-he completely ignores it tbh he shows the photos to the camera and is like “these r the polaroids in my phone case. anyways.” n he’s playing it cool but internally he’s PANICKING

-“hopefully they didn’t see the heart I drew on the Polaroid,” he thinks foolishly

-we did.

-so you try to do some damage control on your own live when asked about why he has ur photo in his phone and ur like “oh we’re really close friends!!”

-n honestly that’s a good and healthy response because everyone has the right to their platonic relationships

-but jungwon’s heart he drew on your Polaroid was just a little bit tooooo suspicious…anyways this leads to fans over-analyzing every single interaction to the point you two weren’t allowed to be seen in a ten foot proximity at events for a while

-but at least it reminded jungwon to be more careful lolol

niki

-accidentally rizzes you up on live television

-you’re an mc for smth and you’re interviewing enhypen and you’re like, “oooh, some burning questions, what is your ideal type?”

-and Niki, with no hesitation fully goes, “you lol” and you see ur career flash before your eyes

-ur co mc is nervously laughing and niki realizes like oh wait we’re being broadcasted so he’s like “oh just kidding haha!!!” even though you two are making awkward eye contact while you’re mentally scolding him

-he’s so used to teasing and flirting with you in private so it’s a little hard to shake off in public

-anyways fans notice he’s looking at you a little too lovingly and being a little too genuine when he responded so it’s not long before you see ship edits on Twitter and tik tok

-doesn’t help when you answer the ideal type question with “someone who is playful and funny” thinking it was broad enough but ‘twas not <3

-he doesn’t really care too much but thought it was funny, even if he had to take a media training class again afterwards >:T

[honeytonedhottie]

my favorite looks from the victoria's secret fashion show 2024⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🐈‍⬛🎀

PINK CARPET LOOKS ; 

jordyn woods - she looks so stunning. im in love with her black lacy number and the matching black bra underneath. plus the shimmering diamonds around her neck and on her ears. her updo is so elegant but also effortless. she looks so grown and expensive and lovely. her red nails and rings add to that also, she just looks incredible. i wish that she maybe went for a different shoe but altogether the look is lovely.

xandra pohl - i love the bouncy blowout, the pink glitter, and her makeup EATS. and i love her baby pink number i think it suits her beautifully. i feel like she could've definitely accessorized a bit more because the outfit gives empty a little bit. shes on the list cuz i love the color of her outfit but i feel like some kitten heels would've made this look 10x better.

coco jones - my FAVORITE. im literally gagged. the black lace dress and the gold she literally looks stunning. i love the way she did her hair, the chunky jewelry, her nails and the headband. everything just blends beautifully. def my top 2 favorite pink carpet looks. i have no recommendations she ate.

tyla - tyla's outfit stood out and was absolutely gorgeous in my opinion. she stuns in a pretty hot pink number and i think that her heels go rly nice with the dress. her messy up do also gives off an air of elegance and beauty just like jordyn woods.

mary leest - her outfit is perfectly elegant with just the right amount of sexy and its so so pretty. i love the boa that she draped across her shoulders and the black gloves add a touch of old hollywood glam that im LIVING for.

leonie han - her dress is rly pretty and i love the delicate color of it. but again, PLEASE ACCESSORIZE ADEQUATELY. its such a shame when such a pretty dress is wearing someone and not the other way around. and strangely enough i feel like its not the bracelets and necklace that weren't enough its the HAIR. maybe something a big bouncier and bigger to give her outfit the fullness that it desperately needs.

jakie aina - her outfit is gorgeous, could use a shimmery necklace but aside from that its very very pretty on her. the outfit has fullness to it without needing a lot of accessories which is why i think that as long as the outfit speaks for itself the accessories are optional.

THE RUNWAY ; 

lisa’s black lacy number (def one of my favorites on the whole runway. i wish she had black lacy wings instead of the structured ones but easily my favorite)

anok yai’s floral number (she’s literally blooming, she looks like a FLOWER. her hair is giving barbie dolll and ultimately she had my favorite look of the whole entire night. the WINGSSS, the shoes everything just goes together beautifully.)

gigi hadid (she looks like a lavender princess fairy and it looks amazing on her. but PLEASEE why the slick hair?? when i think victorias secret im thinking of bouncy voluminous hair. i LOVE her wings though. they're so big and over the top and i love it)

imaan hamman (also goes with lisa and anok yai in my top three favorite looks of the night. its so simple but in my opinion her look gives the victorias secret that we all know and love the most.)

alex consani (i rly rly love baby blue on her, again, please bring back bouncy voluminous hair. and i kinda wish they gave her fluffier wings.)

maty fall (the silk, the feathers, chefs KISS. in his case i think the minimal wings look the prettiest because her outfit is fuller, the delicate wings complement it beautifully.)

jasmine tookes (i love the baby blue color on her, her lingerie specifically needed bigger wings because of how delicate the lingerie is. without the big wings it just lacks umph)

kate moss (i love lacy black if u cant already tell so i rly liked her outfit. the fluffy wings are also a nice touch and suit it prettily)

ashley graham (the gold details on her wings make her outfit pop and i love this for her. the lingerie also looks really gorgeous on her)

some honorable mentions include alessandra ambrosio, candice swanepoel's red number, bella hadid's red number, and miss TYRA BANKS…💬🎀

[jazziejax]

Queen Treatment for the

King

Pairing- Art Donaldson x black!OC, Tashi Duncan x black!OC, Patrick Zweig x black!OC

Summary- cute moments between Dion King and her best friends that adore her

Warnings- suggestive moments, implied sexual content, sexual tension, feet stuff…

Jazzie’s Notes!- This can be read as an ‘x reader’ since I don’t think I go into detail about my OC all that much. I also don’t really know how to write that well without an OC so,…..sorry :( also sorry for any typos or mistakes, I don’t enjoy reading back my own work

Word Count- 2,012

Part II, Part III

The noise in the room instantly went silent as the sound of shuffling made its way to their ears. Around the small corner at the entrance of Tashi’s dorm emerged Dion King in all her glory. The lean but curved girl made her way into the room with bags hanging on her arms and hades on top of her short blowout. She dropped the bags at the very corner of the archway as the door closed behind her with a click. Slightly out of breathe, she looked between her three best friends in front of her, dispersed around Tashi’s dorm. Patrick, who was sitting at her desk, looked annoyed as his eyes went Dion’s and back to Tashi, who was turned her attention from the boy and to her open closet. Art, who sat on the girls bed, eyes jumped from everyone in the room, not knowing what to say.

“What’s going on?” Dion asked, her sweet voice showing her confusion at the tense atmosphere. She stood there, not having a clue of prior conversation and why it stopped all of a sudden when she walked into the room. There was pause in the room, the tension growing. When no one else spoke, Art did.

“Nothing at all. What do you have going on there?” He asked, trying to change the subject. Dion quickly glanced between Tashi, who was still going through her closet for her next match outfit, and Patrick, who had turned to the monitor on Tashi’s desk. Dion’s brow twitched as her tongue poked her cheek. Not wanting to leave his question unanswered, Dion looked over at Art and smiled sweetly at him. “These are some gifts for my favorite person.” She said as she walked over to the side of the bed he was sitting on and placed the bags down in front of them as she took a seat. Art’s eyes trailed her figure, her bikini tan lines showing through the top of her bandeau top. His eyes then made their way down to her long legs, which didn’t add to her height. They were smooth and oiled, save for the small dots that littered her skin, a condition she liked to call ‘strawberry skin’. He knew that she had just gotten a fresh way by the mango oil smell that admitted from her skin and the short shorts she was wearing that showed the bottom of her ass cheeks.

She then snapped her eyes over to him, catching the boy admiring her. She beamed at the boy, Art immediately imitating her smile as he scooted closer to her on the edge of the bed. “But first,” She started. She then held out her hands, her many gold tennis bracelets that held different gems jingling together softly. She waved her fingers in front of him. “What do you think?” She asked, referring to her nails. At her question, Patrick glanced over his shoulder to see what they were talking about but he couldn’t see to well.

Art looked down at her hands and softly clasped them in his, seeing her short nails that had her favorite flower on them. “These are cute. Your favorite flower.” He noted, looking up at her. Dion cheesed along with him and nodded her head. She then turned and scooted closer, to where the underside of her bottom sat on the outer edge of his thigh. She threw her legs over his lap, never looking away from his face even though he broke eye contact to watch her movements like a hawk. She held up her leg, her knee almost touching his face. “What about these?” She asked, her voice lowering as she trailed the side of his face, leaning back on her elbows. Art's hands were immediately on her as she got closer, one hand coming to wrap around her legs over his thigh while the other trailed the leg that was up in the air. He followed his hand all the way up to her feet, which were in a pair of tweed wedges with white ribbons wrapped around her ankle and the base of her toes. Without thinking, his free hand pulled on the strings of the bow, loosening it and taking off her show. Dion’s foot was pointed as Art analyzed it. Her toes were done to match her nails, the flower only on the big toe while the rest were pink french tips.

Art’s hand grasped Dion’s foot, the soft bottom of it rubbing against the callous on his hands that he got from tennis. He brought her foot down, causing the file to bend her knee as she rose from her elbows to resting on her palms. His large palm massaged her foot, his thumb rubbing into the arch of it. “So, what do you think?” Dion asked in her sultry tone, leaning forward to wrap her arms around the boy's neck. Art’s head turned to her, his large nose brushing against hers due to their proximity. “Oh you know I love them.” He said, his tone deep and raspy as he held eye contact with her through both of their low lids. Dion smirked, her canines biting into her lower lip.

Both Tashi and Patrick turned to look at the pair, hearing the suggestive and downright horny nature of the conversation. They could see that the pair was close, whispering things to eachother as they never broke eye contact. Dion’s foot was now on Art’s lap, softly rubbing against his boner while Arts hands rubbed anywhere they could. Her feet, her legs, her back, her arms. He was stuck in her trance as they softly talked back and fourth. Tashi’s jaw clenched as she stared at the pair. As she turned to go back to what she was doing, she met Patrick’s eyes for a split second, who shared her hard look. She huffed, seeing him getting her pissed all over again, and turned back to her closet. Patrick wasn’t necessarily jealous in the same way Tashi was. She was angry that Dion’s attention was on some one else besides her while he was pissed that he was being left out of what Dion and Art had going on. Dion never left him out.

And by no means was this Dion trying to make Tashi and Patrick jealous, she was already in the mood after her waxing and was willing to fuck any of them. She would also never do that to Art, she loved her baby boy far too much to use him and do such a thing. But when Tashi and Pat ignored her earlier, she felt that she might as well kill two birds with one stone.

Watching Arts face morph the more she poke into his ear, and feeling the man twitch under her foot, Dion knew he was close. She smiled as she pulled her foot away and turned to sit the way he was, facing the bag on the floor. Art’s mouth dropped open, trying catch his breath after getting worked up.

“I got you something.” Dion said, leaning forward to pick up a small bag that was next to some other ones. “What? You didn’t have to do that.” Art said, watching as the bag was placed in his lap. Dion rolled her eyes. “Duh, but I wanted to so I did.” She said. She looked up from the bag when Art didn’t move to see the boy staring at her lovingly. “Open it, blondie.” She joked, playfully pushing his shoulder, hoping to distract the boy from the blush that crept up her neck.

Arts hands pulled the tissue paper from the bag to reveal a small box at the bottom. He grabbed the velvet cube and held it in hands. His glanced back over to Dion, who immediately pushed his chin to look back at the box. Getting the hint, Art smirked before opening the box. It instantly dropped at the sight of the large gold ring with a blue stone in the middle. He looked back over at Dion, who was smiling at him.

“How much did this fucking cost you?” Slightly angling his body to face her more. Dion shrugged her shoulders. “That doesn’t matter. I saw it and I thought of you so now you have it.” She said, taking the ring out of the box and placing it on his left hands ring finger. Art looked down at the masterpiece of a ring in admiration, stunned for a many of reasons.

“Do you like it?” She asked softly, trying to gauge a sincere reaction from the way he was just staring at it. Art immediately looked up at her, a large smile making its way into her face. “So I like it? I fucking love it, Queen!” He said before smacking his low onto hers. Dion laughed into the kiss before settling in, wrapping her arms around his neck. Their lips moved together for only a minute before Art got too riled up and let his hands start to travel.

Felling his palm directly over her heat, Dion broke the kiss.

“How about we take this next door to my dorm.” The girl smiled before standing up to gather her bags. “I can also give you a fashion show of all the things I bought if you’d like?” She said, smiling down at the dazed boy beneath her.

“You could read a book and I’d enjoy myself just watching you.” Art said, drunkenly looking up at the girl before him. Unbeknownst to them, both Tashi and Patrick simultaneously rolled their eyes at the boys cheesiness. Dion, on the other hand, grabbed the fucked out boy by his jaw, smushing his face together. “Oh Art, don’t you know just what to say to get a lady started.” She said through her teeth before smooching his puckered lips for a quick second.

She then gathered all her bags and was on her way out the door without a word before Tashi spoke up.

“What, no gifts and kisses for us?” She asked, leaning against her closet door as her eyes followed the other girl.

Dion barley spared her a glance as she passed. “I said my favorite person.” Was all that left her lips before she was out of the door. Tashi’s jaw clenched while Patrick sat in the desk chair with the look of a kicked puppy.

Once it closed, Art spoke.

“She didn’t mean it like that.”

“Yes she did.” Patrick mumbled sadly, not looking up from his hands.

“No, she didn’t.” The blonde boy defended. “She’s only acting that way because she knows you two are keeping shit from her and you’ve kinda been avoiding her for the past week.” He said.

“What, you have, like, three days left?” He asked, looking over at Patrick. “And you’ve spent the majority of your time arguing over how you both feel about her? Can’t make up your damn mind?” He rhetorically asked, glancing between the two.

Before he could continue on, Dion’s head popped back into the door. This time, there was no notion of the prior conversation that could have left her questioning. Her eyes were trained on Art, who was still in the same spot on the bed. “Are you coming?” She asked, big eyes looking at him. The blonde immediately stood up, not caring for the obvious boner that they all could see. Dion giggled at the sight and moved to let the boy out. The door closing behind him engulfed the other pair in silence as they thought over what he said.

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[bunnivez]

˗ˏˋ 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 ´ˎ˗

⟡ ݁₊ . Waking up early in the morning, you notice a nicely wrapped box with a pretty bow, on top of it— laid a nicely folded letter with your name on it. Upon inspecting the mysterious gift; you came to a realization of who the gift is from. Your heart flutters with warmth, it seems your lover didn’t forget.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Dear (Y/n), Merry Christmas to my pretty girl, hopefubly you didn't think I'd forget to get you a present. Honestly I feel kinda corny doing this, i'm not really used to it but 1 figured it would bring a smile to your face. Hopefully you like my gift, I actually made it myself. It took me hours, deadass; but you know i'll do anything for my baby.. Love, Zoya

You giggled softly at your girlfriend’s letter before unwrapping the small pretty box. You were met with a hard cover purple box this time, and inside it contained a beautiful handmade bracelet with beads of your favorite colors. It was honestly surprising to know Zoya made it, you’d think it would end up messy but it was actually the opposite. Well, you have to give her credit; she is a fast learner.

As you put on the bracelet you notice a small note at the bottom of the box; I’ll be picking you up at 2, make sure to wear something warm and easy to move on.! What does she have planned?

Dear (Y/n), Merry Christmas Princess! I Really hope you like my present, I thought it would look cute on you and it's really helpful, especially in this weather. Apart from that, it will come in handly later for what I have planned. I'll be picking you up around 11; pretty early, I know, but I promise it will be worth it, you'll see.. Love, Cinnabar

Your lips parted slightly as you read the letter; a date??? You set the letter aside and unwrapped the box. Inside contained a lovely fluffy sweater of your favorite color(s). It was very pretty and warm, Cinnabar was right, it looks very helpful with the cold weather. However, what exactly is the occasion?

You took some time thinking until you remembered. She mentioned once about wanting to ride her horse with you on a snowy day, specifically at a park she knew where the view was beautiful. You quickly get ready with a huge smile on your face.

Merry Christmas to my sweet angel <3 I hope you like my gift, I made it just for you, it took me hours but it was all worth it, especially when I know it will bring a smile to that sweet face of yours. I love you so much baby, and I hope my present brings you some comfort for when you need it and i’m not there. Once again, Merry Christma, angel… with lots of love and kisses, Garofano

You smiled as you read the letter, her handwriting was neat and beautiful, you’ll save it like the other letters she has written you. The way that even through letter— she still calls you her angel. Your eyes looked at the pretty, purple with green stripes box with a nice white ribbon on it. As you held the box, you realized it was pretty light, it didn’t make much noise either when you shook it.

Lifting the lid, you quickly gasp and take out the hand made gift Garofano made. It was a plushie of you! It looked so cute and silly; she added a lot of detail to the outfit. You hugged the plushie happily before whipping out your phone and sending a picture of you holding the plushie to Garofano, letting her know just how happy her present made you.

Меrry Christmas baby! Im your dear sweet santa clause this Christmas ho ho ho :p. You know, photos are very impertant. They capture and freeze moments and carry many memories. I sound really poetic now, but in sure you can already guess what I got you. Hopefully with this we can capture happy moments of our own… Love, Deren

You giggled and neatly folded the letter. Your girlfriend had a way of bringing humor even in letters and it always made you crack a smile. You opened the box, first undoing the pink ribbon. Inside the box laid two items, a Polaroid camera which you first notice, and a hard cover book. You smiled in excitement and grab the book first, opening it to see the first page covered in pictures of you and Deren— taken by herself.

As you turned the other pages, the rest were left blank. You glanced at the polaroid camera, Deren left the rest for you to fill on your own. Capture the happy moments in life and glue it all in the book to look back to. Oh once she comes back theres no way you will let her go.

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[rhiannonsknife]

── ❆ DAY 10: christmas with jackie taylor

— summary: christmas with jackie taylor hcs.

— warnings: fluff. established, secret relationship. gn!reader.

jackie, who insists on going out for fun christmassy couple’s activities.

ice skating with her is definitely a non negotiable, even if you can barely stand on the ice. jackie laughs every time you stumble, even though she’s always quick to steady you. but ice skating is just the beginning. jackie has lists -literal lists- prepared months in advance, detailing every festive activity she’s planned for you. the local christmas tree farm is a must and jackie also insists on a trip to the nearest outdoor holiday market. bundled up in scarves and gloves you stroll through stalls filled with handmade stuff and hot cider. she’ll make a point of buying matching mugs or a keepsake items for the two of you, calling it a tradition you’ll have to continue every year. and, of course, there’s always a visit to see the town’s christmas lights, where she uses the darkness to your advantage and slip her hand into yours without anyone seeing!

jackie who surprises you with a self made advent calendar.

she hands it to you on december 1st with a casual shrug, like it’s no big deal. “here,” she says, setting it in your lap as you sit cross-legged on her bed. “i, uh, just threw it together” you stare down at it in disbelief, your fingers brushing over the little numbered pockets of red and green, held together with tape and a surprising amount of glue. each one is decorated with glittery stickers or hand-drawn snowflakes. “jackie…did you make this?” her cheeks flush a soft pink as she waves you off. “It’s nothing fancy,” she says quickly “just some silly stuff. don’t make a big deal out of it, okay?”

as the days go on, you open each pocket to find thoughtful surprises: a mini nail polish in your favorite color, a tiny ornament for your tree, a packet of hot cocoa mix, and handwritten notes. by december 10th, you can’t hold back anymore. “jackie,” you say, holding up a little charm bracelet she included that day. “you’re spoiling me!” she just grins, leaning back against the pillows. “it’s christmas!”

jackie who hosts a little christmas dinner for everyone.

she’d be serious about it!! she would probably spend the weeks leading up to it coordinating everything down to the last detail, from the playlist to the “optional but highly encouraged” dress code. so, obviously, her ‘little’ gathering is nothing short of perfection. aside from you (the guest of honor), all the other yellowjackets are invited as well.

she’s wearing a red velvet dress that night, and every so often (when she’s not walking around like the perfect hostess, making sure everyone has a drink in hand and knows where to find the snacks) you catch her glancing at you with a soft smile, like she’s proud to show you off: her parents are out for the evening, leaving jackie in charge, which means the two of you don’t have to sneak around or pretend you’re just friends.

“you’re glowing,” you tell her teasingly, watching her as she flits back to you after ensuring that nat doesn’t leave her cigarettes out on the patio. “well, someone has to keep this party running smoothly,” she says with an affectionate eye roll.

later that night, when jackie drags you under the mistletoe she insisted on hanging in the doorway again, she grins: “house rules”

“your rules, you mean,” you reply, but you don’t complain when she kisses you, her arms looping around your waist while the others cheer and whistle.

jackie, who has clearly inherited her mother’s relentless enthusiasm for holiday pictures

it’s a trait that becomes impossible to ignore as soon as december rolls around. she insists on documenting everything, dragging you into photo after photo, no matter how much you groan about it.“come here!” she’ll call you to the living room. “we need a picture for my scrapbook!” you groan playfully. “didn’t we take enough already? i think you’ve got every angle of me covered!” jackie only huffs, grabbing your hand and tugging you closer. “nope! this is our first christmas together. i’m documenting everything!”

her grin makes it impossible to argue though, and soon enough, she has you standing in the exact spot she’s deemed perfect, nudging you this way and that. she even adjusts your sweater, smoothing the hem and brushing imaginary dust from your shoulder. she then retreats a few more steps, squinting through the viewfinder of her dad’s camera and you can’t help but laugh at how seriously she’s taking it.

jackie, who is absolutely obsessed with christmas movies.

she doesn’t bother to hide it, either: she loves a good, festive romcom, and she will make that everyone’s problem (but mostly yours, as she suggests the fourth movie night of the week). you’d never admit it but you do enjoy the nights where you’re curled up on the couch with jackie, secretly holding her hand under the covers as her mother sits with you two, completely oblivious to your relationship. when the credits roll, jackie suggests another movie with a cheeky smile, and despite yourself, you agree, settling deeper into the blanket with her warmth pressed close to your side. by the end of it, mrs. taylor has drifted off in her arm chair and you take full advantage of the moment, leaning in and placing a quick kiss to jackie’s lips.

but also: jackie who has a general obsession with everything christmassy during the season.

specifically holiday-scented everything: candles, lotions, soaps; if it smells like peppermint, cinnamon, or pine trees, she’s all over it. the whole enthusiasm borders on comical, especially when she’s dragging you into yet another store to sniff every single candle on the shelf. she will light her new candle as soon as you walk through her door, filling the space with the aroma of cinnamon. “smells joust like christmas doesn’t?” she asks as she waves her hand dramatically toward the flickering flame. you raise an eyebrow, suppressing a laugh. “it smells…like apples and cinnamon?”

“exactly!” she says, grinning like you’ve just proven her whole point.

jackie, who drags you to the family’s annual holiday dinner.

you love jackie to bits, but you can’t even pretend that you like the other taylors a whole lot: their relationship to jackie is already a difficult oneand you feel like her mom doesn’t like you very much 95% of the time. still, you’d rather keep her company and make the christmas dinner with countless relatives a little more bearable for her. the taylor family’s annual holiday dinner is everything you’d expect: elaborate, formal, and laced with an undercurrent of tension. jackie has been pulling her perfect daughter routine all evening, smiling politely as she answers questions about school, soccer, and college applications.

but you can tell it’s wearing on her; the slight stiffening of her shoulders every time someone brings up her plans for the future, the way her laugh doesn’t quite reach her eyes when her mom makes another “innocent” comment about her looks or her grades (“you really have to get new hobbies once you’re in college, jaqueline”, “when i was your age, jaqueline, boys didn’t want girls who did men’s sports”, “don’t slouch”, “don’t hold your arm like that” and so on and so on)

you’re already biting back the urge to yell at her from across the table when when one of her other relatives leans forward: “so, jaqueline, do you have a boyfriend yet?” you instantly feel her hand tighten around yours under the table. you jump in before she has to answer, steering the conversation in another direction. for the rest of the night, you stay close, offering quiet reassurances (a hand on her knee, a nudge of your shoulder against hers) to remind her that she doesn’t have to face any of this alone.

jackie, who refuses to decorate the tree without you.

once again, her mother doesn’t exactly understand why jackie’s “friend” has to be there for it, but then again, it means she won’t have to do it alone. you quickly realize that “helping” means following her mom’s precise instructions whilst mrs. taylor sits on the couch with a glass of wine and supervises the process. every ornament has a specific spot, every strand of tinsel must be perfectly draped. jackie rolls her eyes dramatically at her mom’s comments when she’s not looking: “a little more to the left,” “that one doesn’t go on the front, dear”. at one point, you nudge her with your shoulder as you both hang ornaments near the bottom of the tree. “watch this,” you whisper. then, you deliberately place a bright red ornament on the “wrong” branch, right in her mom’s line of sight. mrs. taylor gasps dramatically and immediately gets up to fix it, muttering something about “aesthetic balance.” jackie bursts into quiet giggles, hiding her face in your shoulder as her mom goes for a wine refill.

walks through the park with jackie.

the minute the first snow comes down and actually doesn’t melt right away, jackie insists on going on a walk. whether it’s early in the morning or the middle of the night. the snow crunches softly beneath your boots as you walk side by side. holiday lights twinkle from every tree, casting a warm glow on the fresh blanket of snow. “okay, picture time,” she says with a grin, pulling her gloves off and digging through her bag for the familiar camera. “again?” you grin at her teasingly. “yes, again” jackie deadpans, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. you roll your eyes but oblige, standing still while she fiddles with the camera.

“okay, say something cute,” she says, snapping a shot as you laugh in disbelief. “something cute?” you repeat, shaking your head. “exactly!” jackie lowers the camera and looks at the display, smiling to herself. “knew i’d catch it. this one’s going on my mirror at home!”

and: late night drives with jackie.

she always insists on riding shotgun, fiddling with the radio until she lands on a station blasting holiday hits. she taps her fingers against the door in time with the music, glancing out the window as you drive. “this neighborhood always has the best lights,” she says, watching the houses go by in a blur of bright lights. you chuckle, steering down the rows of snow covered lawns and christmassy displays. “are we rating them this year?” you ask knowingly. “obviously,” jackie deadpans, already leaning forward to peer at the first house on the block. the entire facade is dripping in twinkling icicle lights, and there’s an inflatable snowman in the yard. “hmm,” she muses, tapping her chin. “six out of ten. sweet, but their snowman is crooked!” you snort. “tough crowd”

the car fills with her commentary as you weave through the neighborhoods for the rest of the ride. you know why she’s so eager to be out tonight: her house, as picture-perfect as it looks from the outside, isn’t always the warmest place to be. you’d never bring it up, but you’re more than happy to keep driving until jackie is ready to head home. it’s long past midnight when you finally pull into a quiet spot just out of sight of her house. jackie stretches. “this was fun,” she says softly, looking over at you.

you glance at her. “you don’t have to go back just yet,” you offer, shifting into park. jackie grins, her confidence returning in a flash as she unbuckles her seatbelt and climbs into the backseat. “come on,” she says, tugging your hand with a teasing look. “don’t make me kiss you in the front like some amateur!” you follow her with a laugh, settling into the cramped but cozy space as she leans into you, her lips brushing yours softly at first, then deeper.

jackie, who takes gift wrapping very seriously.

she has a whole station set up with ribbons, bows, and fancy paper that’s set up on the dining table with precision. there’s even a ruler for cutting the paper to exact dimensions, because of course there is.

you watch her from across the table as she carefully folds the corners of a package. “are you sure you’re not secretly running a gift-wrapping business?” you ask. your own presents are never wrapped as neatly as jackie’s. she just grins, obviously pleased with herself as she smooths the edges with her fingernail. you lean over to peek at the package, only to be gently swatted away. “no peeking!” she exclaims, holding it protectively against her chest. “you’ll ruin the surprise!”

jackie, who loves surprises!

she makes you wait until midnight on christmas eve to open her gift. by then, she’s practically bouncing with excitement as you finally unwrap it, watching your reaction with an adoring smile. “okay, okay!” she’ll say, dragging you over to the tree. when she hands you the little box, you shake it gently and jackie instantly snatches it from you again. “don’t shake it! you’ll ruin the surprise!”

“fine, fine,” you laugh, holding your hands up in surrender. she narrows her eyes suspiciously before handing it back, her knee bouncing as she watches you carefully untie the ribbon. there’s a necklace inside, delicate, and similar to the heart charm jackie has got herself, only that this one got both of your initials engraved on the side that will rest against your collarbones jackie bites her lip, watching your reaction closely. “so you’ll have a reminder of me,” she explains softly, her voice unusually shy. “do you like it?”

“like it?” you echo as you lift the necklace carefully from the box. “jackie, i love it!” her face lights up. “here, let me put it on you,” she offers, her fingers brushing against your skin as she fastens the clasp behind your neck. when she’s done, you touch the charm gently. “it’s perfect,” you say, leaning in to kiss her softly. jackie beams, her cheeks a little pink as she pulls back to admire the necklace on you. “i knew it would look good on you,” she says.

[coquettemouse]

The air inside the workshop smelled of wood shavings and fresh paint. Leo stood by an old wooden table, carefully eyeing the patterns on his hand-carved sculpture. His fingers gently traced the edge, admiring it, while his attention remained divided by the friendly chatter of the elderly lady beside him.

"That one’s my favorite," she said, her hands steady as she worked on a piece of pottery. "It took me years to get the right texture for the glaze."

Leo grinned, glancing back at her. "It's beautiful. You’ve got some serious skill. I'm not really an expert in this detailed stuff, but I did some trying with watches and bracelets."

The lady chuckled softly, her wrinkles deepening with the smile. "Not everyone’s meant for the delicate work. Some have a knack for other things."

"Yeah," Leo said with a nod, eyes shifting towards Jason, who was hunched over a workbench in the corner, his brow furrowed in concentration as he tinkered with a piece of wood. "Like him. He’s good with his hands, too. Doesn’t talk much, though. But he’s a good guy, my bro."

The lady raised an eyebrow. "Your brother?"

Leo shook his head, laughing lightly. "Nah, not by blood, but he's like a brother to me. We’ve been through a lot together. That guy over there?" He pointed toward Jason with a teasing grin. "He’s a real softie, despite his whole ‘don’t mess with me’ vibe" he says, trying to mimic his voice. "My mate’s a bit of a tough cookie, but we’ve got each other’s backs."

The lady watched Jason for a moment, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "I see. He’s quiet, but there’s something about him, isn’t there?"

"Yeah!" Leo leaned in, lowering his voice like it was some big secret. "He doesn’t always get it, but he’s got a good heart. Just a little... slow on the whole 'talking' thing. Doesn’t help that he gets lost in his head sometimes, but trust me—if you need someone who’ll have your back, he’s your guy."

The lady smiled knowingly, looking at Jason with a thoughtful expression. "I think I know the type. It’s rare to find someone so loyal these days."

"Yeah, well, we’re like two peas in a pod," Leo said, a proud grin spreading across his face. "So, do you know him? I mean, he’s not exactly subtle, he is kinda famous here" He nudged the lady playfully with his elbow.

The elderly woman peered over her glasses at Jason again, nodding slowly. "Can’t say I’ve had the pleasure. But with the way you talk about him, I imagine he’s someone worth knowing."

Leo's grin grew wider. "Oh, you definitely should. Just don't let him convince you that he’s some stoic, emotionless guy, it's just his resting bitch face. He's way more of a softie than he lets on. Trust me in this one."

The lady chuckled again, turning her attention back to her pottery. "I’ll take your word for it, young man. From what I can see, your ‘bro’ looks like someone who’s earned that loyalty."

Leo gave a knowing nod, his gaze flicking back to Jason, where the other boy was still engrossed in his project. "Yeah. You could say that."

The soft click of the workbench echoed in the workshop as Jason lifted his head from the wooden piece piece, his gaze naturally shifting towards Leo. Leo’s grin stretched wider, catching the eye contact, and with a nod, he stood up from his spot, sliding his hands off the edge of the sculpture, before he turned to approach them.

“Yo, bro!” Leo called out casually. H gave Jason a teasing smile as he neared. “This lady here’s been talkin’ about her pottery skills. I think you could use some of her knowledge. It’s like a whole thing.”

Jason frowned slightly, looking from Leo to the woman, unsure how to respond to that. “Stop calling me that,” he muttered under his breath, his brows knitting together in slight frustration as he took a step closer.

Jason’s frown deepened. "I mean it, Leo."

Leo raised an eyebrow, his eyes full of innocence. "Come on, man. What's the harm? You know I got your back, mate." He grinned. "Don’t tell me you’re gonna make me cry."

The elderly lady chuckled softly at Leo, but Jason just shook his head. "Leo, stop calling me that. I’m not your bro, or your mate."

Leo blinked, his face a genuine picture of offense. "Oh? You’re not my bro? Then what are you, huh? I thought we were tight, bud." He let out a hurt sigh, his lips forming a pout. "That really stings, man."

With a quick shake of his head, Jason spoke again, his words coming out in a quiet rush. "I’m your boyfriend. Cut it"

[macsimagines]

hellooo! i hope all is well! May i please request Headcannons with Rindou, shinichiro, and izana where their darling gifts them something they made but once they accept the gift the darling immediately changes their mind and think the gift isn’t good enough for them? please and thank you! (Feel free to ignore this request if you don’t want to write it!)

OOOOOOHHHH MEEEEE

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI,

Yandere!Rindou Haitani

Oh how he loves his cute handsy girlfriend. When you told him you like to sew and embroider things he immediately made a request for something.

It was weeks before you actually handed him the handkerchief with his birth month flowers and yours so wonderfully and delicately intertwined, leaves and vines wrapping around his initials.

He thought you had forgotten with how long had passed since he made his request but seeing you now nervously twiddling your hands while he held the tiny cloth in hand made his heart swell.

"A-actually I don't think my stitches are tight enough! Give that back!" "Wha-No! Fuck off, its mine forever!"

Cold day in hell before he ever lets you or anyone else try to take this from him. He always has it in his pocket wherever he goes~

Yandere!Shinichiro Sano

The moment you handed him the scarf it became his favorite thing in the world. His favorite colors, and the stitch was so intricate and pretty he couldn't stop his fingers from tracing over the lines.

You paid such attention to detail, you had waited for the perfect moment when the weather had just started to get colder, he loved that thoughtfulness about you.

"O-on second thought, lemme take a look at it my edges look horrible!" "Wait-No! Don't take away my scarf baby!"

Will wear it every day even when it's not cold, only time he takes it off is when he thinks he's going to get into a fight. He won't risk your beautiful work getting ruined.

Everyone makes fun of him, but he wears it with pride. "It's like Y/n is here with me now! Wrapping me up in all her love. You guys are just jealous!"

Yandere!Izana Kurokawa

He was caught off guard whenever he caught you playing with his hand. He noticed despite you trying to be casual about it, but he never said anything.

When you hand him the bracelet you made for him is when he realizes you were trying to take his measurements, and honestly the thought that you were thinking and planning so far ahead for him made him blush.

But then you start reaching for the piece of jewelry back. "Y-you don't have to wear it. Actually, just give it back-!" He snatches it away from you and slips it on his forearm quickly.

"I mean... I'm not usually a big accessories guy. But seeing as how you went through the trouble..."

Tells you to make yourself a matching one.