#this isn’t my actual outfit i’m wearing a sweater over the shirt

[baggy-holmes]

full of christmas spirit

[lvndrfucks]

hiii !! are you able to do just cute tour moments with dylan ?? either on stage or not ?? thank u sm for writing for the wallows cuz i swear no one writes for them 😭

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆tour moments ft. dylan｡˚🐻𖤐🧋

➤ during performances, you sang clairo’s part in “are you bored yet?” you’d usually sing from behind your keyboard until fans were making comments that you should be up front with dylan during the verse.

just as you were about to sing, dylan quickly raced to your side and offered his hand out. you laughed while singing.

“feels like I've known you my whole life, i can see right through your lies.” hands intertwined, dylan led you to the front as the crowd roared in excitement. “i don't know where we're going, but i'd like to be by your side.”

your cheeks began to hurt from smiling as he circled around, his eyes never leaving yours. the two of you harmonized. “if you could tell me how you're feelin', maybe we'd get through this undefeated. holdin' on for so long.”

instead of going back to the keyboard, the two of you jumped around stage until the song finished.

➤ fans also made the connection that you and dylan often shared clothing. there were countless photos online that showed side by side comparisons of him wearing a shirt/sweater and you wearing the same one. they thought it was sweet and you thought it was cute how people picked up on the little things.

one time, during a concert, dylan decided to tease the audience a bit.

it was after you performed a song and were about to do the talking portion when dylan leaned into the mic.

he called your name. “i really like your shirt. where’d you get it?”

you glanced down, giggling a bit. “thanks. i’m not sure, actually. just something i found from my closet.”

“i didn’t know my suitcase was considered your closet now.”

the crowd screamed as you rolled your eyes playfully, waving a hand at him dismissively.

of course, there was one memorable moment in particular that was a fan favorite.

“hi, guys,” you beamed into the mic. “do you guys like my outfit?” it was a sheer lace crop top with black lace trim and gothic-inspired lettering. the top was paired with a denim skirt with a ruffled hem, giving it a playful touch. “my boyfriend got it for me.” more cheers erupted. “can we say thank you dylan?”

you laughed at the boy’s red face as half of the audience just screamed while there were a mix of thank you’s thrown in. braeden and cole thought it would be funny to thank dylan as well as they said it into their microphones.

➤ a lot of behind the scenes moments were shared online, whether they were on tour or in the recording studio. if you focused hard enough and squinted your eyes, you and dylan would be spotted in the background of certain scenes.

during the beginning of your guys’ relationship, you tried not to show too much pda in front of the camera. now, the two of you could care less.

most of them consisted of the two of you close to each other. you sitting on his lap, him having one arm around you. there would be little snippets of the two of you messing around thrown in.

as you were doing your makeup, dylan approached you from behind with a camcorder. you flashed him a small smile before focusing back to your makeup. he zoomed in on you through the mirror.

“isn’t she gorgeous?”

you tried biting back a smile, attempting to glare at him.

“see? she’s cute even while trying to be mad at me.” you placed your palm over the lens, pushing away gently. “hey, don’t hate the camera man,” dylan defended.

“go bother braeden.” you breathed out a laugh.

“fine. only because i like bothering him.”

dylan peppered your cheek with kisses, the camera only getting a shot of your shoulder when he leaned in. but the audience knew what happened.

➤ have you guys seen that one clip of ross lynch and jaz sinclair (rip) at one of the driver era concerts and she’s dancing around while he just stares at her in full admiration? and when she goes to walk away, he’s just following her with his lips pressed against hers, not wanting her to go?

yeah, that was definitely you and dylan.

during your songs, you interacted with the crowd quite a bit and liked to dance around the stage. dylan always had heart-shaped eyes watching as you pulled the silliest moves just to see him laugh.

you both leaned in for a kiss, but he didn’t want to pull away. you attempted to walk back to your keyboard, but he was right behind you with his lips still against yours. eventually, you placed your hand on his chest to pull back, cheeks red and smile so wide that it hurt.

“love you,” he mouthed.

you blew him a kiss that he pretended to hit his heart.

[emsprovisions]

❄️ Day 3 - The Christmas Party ❄️

🎁 Today's fic is dedicated to @heartstringsduet!

Summary: Fiancés Carlos and TK get ready to attend the APD Christmas party.

Word count: 775

Prompt "Ho ho ho-ly shit you look good" found here

24 Days of Tarlos Masterpost

TK comes out of the bathroom fresh from a shower to find his fiancé snapping his gold watch on as the finishing touch to his outfit. Carlos is dressed in a dark green button up tucked into nice jeans with his cowboy boots. 

“Ho, ho, ho-ly shit, you look good, babe,” TK grins, eyes gleaming.

Carlos hits TK back with a smirk. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you agreed to marry me anyway.”

TK pulls his towel off from around his hips and throws it onto the bed as he pads over to the closet. “Babe, isn’t this a Christmas party?”

“It is,” Carlos says, heading back for the bathroom to gel down his hair. 

“You’re not wearing anything Christmassy. Should I avoid wearing something Christmassy?” TK pokes his head around the corner to meet Carlos’s eyes in the bathroom mirror.

Carlos quirks a brow at his fiancé. “It’s just the APD Christmas party, babe. You can wear whatever you want. You don’t need to dress up.”

“But you did.”

“This is how I dress for date night, it’s not that fancy,” Carlos frowns, backtracking through the bathroom to reenter the bedroom and set his hands on TK’s bare hips. “Is something bothering you?”

TK bites his lip as he looks back at the closet. “...It’s the first APD Christmas party I’m going to with you.”

Judging by Carlos’s face, he doesn’t understand what TK’s getting at. His eyebrows are furrowed and he looks adorably confused. “Okay, and?” He asks gently, because Carlos is always kind and patient with TK. 

“And,” TK sighs dramatically. “I don’t know. I just want to make a good impression on your coworkers. We didn’t go the first year we were together because of the pandemic, we didn’t go last year because we were broken up…”

Carlos moves his hands from TK’s hips and sets them on TK’s shoulders, gently rubbing his skin. “Everyone knows you’re my fiancé, babe. You’ve even defrosted Lexi’s heart a bit with those lemon bars of yours,” Carlos waggles an eyebrow, making TK laugh a little.

“I know, I know. I don’t know why I’m stressing about it. I guess it’s just because I don’t know your coworkers outside of calls the way you know mine.”

“Wear a Christmas sweater if you want to, babe. Be as loud as you want. That’s why we’re getting married, right? So we can tell the whole world how much we love each other,” Carlos’s smile is soft, the way he looks at TK is filled with so much love TK’s heart could burst.

He wraps his arms around Carlos’s neck and hugs him tight. “Thanks, baby.”

“It’s one of the first things I ever fell in love with about you, you know,” Carlos murmurs as he holds TK close. “I love how loud you are, TK.”

TK melts impossibly more in Carlos’s arms. “Carlossss, stop that or we’re not making it to your party this year either.”

“Well,” Carlos purrs, “you are already naked…”

TK laughs, attempting to breakaway from Carlos’s embrace, but Carlos keeps his arms firmly wrapped around TK and steals a kiss.

“You never answered me, you know,” TK points out, tapping Carlos’s cheek.

Carlos quirks a brow at that. “Never answered what?”

“Why you’re dressed up.”

“I don’t believe you actually asked, babe,” Carlos smirks. TK raises an eyebrow at him and Carlos sighs, his grip on TK loosening. “I’m wearing a green shirt, that’s a Christmas color.”

“Babe.”

“Alright, fine. This is my second APD Christmas party,” Carlos sighs.

“What do you mean?” TK asks gently, cupping Carlos’s face, running his thumbs back and forth over his cheeks.

“I mean I only went the first year I was on the force, everyone else that went had a partner, and I was too embarrassed to ever go alone again,” Carlos bites his lip, focused on a point over TK’s shoulder. “But now I have you, and…I don’t know. Maybe I wanted to dress to impress.”

“Oh, baby, you have me,” TK affirms, pulling Carlos closer. “And we are going to be the most obnoxious couple at your workplace Christmas party.”

“Promise?” Carlos asks with a soft little laugh, their foreheads tipped together.

“Oh, I promise,” TK grins. “And when it gets boring, we can cut out early, get some pie on the way home, and I’ll blow you before bed.”

“Romantic,” Carlos laughs, wrapping his arms around TK’s waist.

“You love it,” TK says, his voice soft and sultry.

“I do, I love you,” Carlos pulls TK into a deep kiss. “Now get dressed before we really do decide to miss another year and stay in…”

[cerealforkart]

I made myself these little dress up dolls because everyone’s getting changed all the time, here’s the first batch, outfits pre-episode 13

Design notes under the cut

[part 2] [part 3]

Lincoln

* I would first of all like to thank Lincoln for being shaped like a model (long boy) and thus very easy to dress up

* I forgot that Link needed to tear off his sleeves to make Normal a diaper in lesson 14, so in lesson 11 he grabs a sweater when I assume he goes home between escaping the FBI and returning to school

* Lincoln is so comically tall the Teeny costume (which I just moved from Normal to Link and edited to match Link’s pose) only reaches his knees. It actually looked so stupid that I had to edit it to make the Teeny costume slightly longer in the legs

* Link has two roombas in his room, he’s a clean boy, he isn’t walking around Taylor’s house in his bare feet, he doesn’t trust like that, it’s sock time

Scary

* I actually originally planned for Scary to have more piercings, but I forgot to add them in lesson 1. Let’s just say her mom won’t let her go crazy on the piercings, from what we’ve heard in rad facts (wouldn’t let her get a tongue piercing or learn guitar) that sounds in character

* I wanted to do the Shit Garden logo on Scary’s shirt like one of those metal bands that only people who like metal can actually read, but I only have so much time and patience

* I want so badly to play with Scary’s hair more, but I haven’t really had the chance, I hope there will be more excuses to give her different styles in the future, I like the braided bun for fancy occasions a lot

* Big T-shirt and shorts are peak pyjamas, love it for her. Also, you don’t need to know how long I spent trying to come up with something for her shirt to say

Normal

* Don’t tell anyone but I kind of miss drawing Teeny’s big stupid head every day, it was easy comedy

* I did actually draw a Jimmy Buffet design on the shirt before scribbling over it, you can barely see if you look closely

* I don’t actually have anything to say about Normal’s dance outfit so I guess I’ll just take this opportunity to talk about my Normal design in general. He was the one it took me the longest to land on and I’m still unsure if I’m happy with him, I want his hair to be long enough to just sorta hang and be greasy, but not so long that it will get in his face too much and I still consistently fail on it

* Not much to say about his sleepover fit either. Froggy :)

Taylor

* I had originally planned for everyone to be wearing their bracelets on their left wrists but in episode 8 it’s mentioned that Taylor is wearing his on his right, at that point I think I had only drawn Taylor’s bracelet once so it was easier to just change his and let him be a special boy (also, they keep the bracelets on post-FBI because Taylor never really has an opportunity to take it off and the others wear theirs in solidarity)

*After Lesson 10, Taylor swaps out the crest of friendship from Digimon to wear his dad’s ring of swapping as a necklace, he tends to grab at it when his dad or the topic of betrayal comes up

* I hate Taylor for his dance fit. No longer my favourite son

* Not really a design note but I watched the Sailor Moon dub in three parts on youtube with my little sister huddled around our home computer after school, we’re real OGs

Hermie

* I finally decided to add the Joker makeup to my Hermie design, I found a powdery sorta brush to use for it so now he’s a true clown. Good for him I guess

* You may notice that I’ve tweaked my Hermie design and his colour scheme just a little bit. This is because white Hermie is dead and you know what? Good for him. I also made his hair a little wavier for Scam, you’ll start seeing the updated Hermie design (as if you can tell there’s a difference other than the very slight change in hairstyle) in lesson 16, because I drew the lesson 15 pages before episode 23 came out and I wasn’t going to go back and change them

* Stupid Joker tie. Hate it

* No sleepover fit for Hermie. Tragic. They need to have another sleepover and include him

[eolewyn1010]

Downton Abbey Fashion 60 - indoors fashion in 1924

I’ll very quickly go over Miss Bunting’s blouses so I can put her in a drawer and never again think about how poorly written her character was. And then it’s thankfully over to Rose who has some interesting fashion developments this season.

This dark blue wrap dress is actually quite nice. One of the upsides of middle-class characters, for how lousy Fellowes writes them, is that I occasionally see things that I can imagine wearing myself. Diagonal pin tucks over the sides give this a little more shape than is common in the 1920s; overall a pretty look.

Shaping goes right out the window with this one, but I suppose it’s a respectable look for a teacher. Point collar, very pale blue, very simple jewelry – it does hold a bit of my interest with the double row of buttons.

Look, the gathering seam in the shoulder is back! As are pointed collars and keyhole necklines, but I think that the checker weave of this fabric is nice. I don’t think Miss Bunting should wear such a showy shade of lipstick to a pale peach blouse though.

--------------

Rose, my darling. This is a pretty crochet shirt that seems to emulate a blue sky with white clouds, and I love the flaring sleeves. So why on earth did someone tack this stupid strip of white fuzz to it? I know you have better taste than this. Just take that bit off, and you’re good.

Speaking of nice crocheted clothes, this one has pretty much the same shape, but it fortunately goes without dissonant cotton fuzz. The peach color is a Rose staple by now, and the crochet is a bit simpler in terms of pattern and structure, so this doesn’t look cluttered when Rose pairs it with that nice light brown Tartan skirt.

Developing a taste for non-woven textiles, isn’t she? I like this sweater in all its simplicity; the square neckline is elegant, the blue stripes on the shoulders add a little interest, and the silverish yarn is a pretty color and a good backdrop for playful necklaces.

Marching up in the palest blue silk satin, Rose gives us this look. And I’m in love with the print on this dress. Good job of the designer to not add anything more to this than the tiniest dark blue piping around the neckline because this print deserves to stand on its own.

This may be one of the dresses of the show that reads the most stereotypically 1920s to the modern eye. Not only is it absolutely covered in bronze-golden sequins that give it a sort of scaly look; it’s got fringe. It’s still got the right length and cut, which is a relief. Can you imagine how out of place one of those tight mini “flapper” dresses that you can buy for cheap on amazon would have looked? Not all clichés are bad though: I love the fringe. And I love the little spiral flower motif in this wild sequin pattern.

Rose dips her toes into some dark blue silk satin this season, and this is my favorite result of them, even though the neckline construction leaves me hopelessly confounded. What does even connect where? Is that a symmetrical keyhole neckline and then over that an asymmetrical tie, shutting a looser layer over a fitted top? I don’t understand this dress, but I like to look at it. The tiny white star flowers on dark ground are so charming!

Time for some pale pink because Rose has a rosy reputation to maintain. This sweater, another knit piece, has your usual loose shape and drop waist, but the tie collar is quite nice. It’s framing a literal rose pendant because subtlety, you guys, and Rose rounds off the outfit with a repeat of her light brown Tartan skirt.

The tie collar stays, the pink has to go so we can wave dark blue silk satin back in. If I interpret this print right, it’s referencing cherry blossoms and elements of Japanese architecture. The design is far less intricate than the last blue satin Rose welcomed into her wardrobe, but it dresses her quite nicely.

Heh, even when it’s not roses, Rose is a girl for flower prints. I do quite like her poppy flower chiffon dress, but it looks a tad lightweight for working in drafty basement rooms during an English autumn, as Rose seems to do during her charity project for Russian refugees; at least the neckline and sleeves don’t seem to betray a warmer layer underneath.

Yet more flowers! Tulips this time, and while I do love tulips with a passion, I’m not sure I love this dress. It’s admittedly adorable. I think it’s a touch too adorable. I would not have batted an eye to see this on season 3 Rose with her frilly skirts, but by now she’s a good end more mature – and engaged to be married. I don’t know; this lace collar with the little light blue bow reads a little too girly for her now.

Did Rose steal a dress from Edith’s wardrobe? Indigo chiffon with a notable orange print? Even the pattern stripe on her collar looks a lot like the sort of prints Edith prefers this season. But nah, she stole this from 1997’s Rebecca. Oh well, it’s not like Rose hasn’t proven already that she can carry off dark blue shades, and the autumn leaves motif is pretty sweet.

The lace layer makes this one look a lot browner than it is; the basic fabric is one of her usual peachy pinks… oh, for heaven’s sake, is that another rose motif? They really can’t come up with anything new, can they? As usual, the drop waistband just being there for the heck of it instead of making a sack of the top is a grace for the dress. Looks quite pretty overall.

Here we have a dress that we first see Rose wear a day or two before her wedding, but that I find more interesting in the context of her wearing it as a newlywed while her parents-in-law are hosting. Because Lady Sinderby, her mother-in-law, is almost constantly running around in light chiffon dresses with very rich flower prints. Not that flower prints are a new thing for Rose, but specifically the way these pastel colors wash up into each other looks much like the dress Lady Sinderby is wearing for the same occasion, so I find that concordance interesting. Granted, Lady Sinderby doesn’t have this adorable flower-embroidered headband.

Ending on another dress Rose wears in her new life as Mrs Aldridge, this one is a favorite. Off-white and very lacey again, but it’s using the lace so much more elegantly than the girlish dress further up does; strips of it being inserted into the length of the dress and the drop waist, framing the square neckline, and giving the dress a wonderfully weightless, frothy look. And a bit of well-placed flower embroidery? Sign me up!

[bump1nthen1ght]

I would love to read a continuation of the accidental call at the hotline! ( if you have time of course)

Here you go anon! Some more Drogo for y'all 👀

It takes you a while to call the hotline number again

A thousand reasons delay it; What if Drogo was just being polite?? What if you ask for them and find out they gave you a fake name for security?? What if you’re one of those people who think service workers are flirting just because they smile at you? OH GOD-

But a bottle of wine and a need for some bitching wipes away those reasons; You’ve got twenty dollars to spare anyway, might as well try

A familiar voice picks up the phone (You thank the gods for that)

“Well hello, not-so-stranger.” They purr

“Heyo.” You draw out your -y sound, trying to sound cool and casual. “How’d you know it was me?”

“Oh we make a note of all numbers that call here, for safety reasons.”

“Makes sense.” Your fingers tap your coffee table, that liquid courage not quite as effective anymore. “So I’d guess I’m not on the ‘Weirdo who just wants to talk’ watchlist.”

“No sweetie.” Drogo chuckles, “If anything I’m hiding you from my coworkers. Some of them would kill for a person who just wants to gossip, don’t want any of them stealing you away.” Their voice lilts, emphasizing each vowel and drawling out there syllables

“Well that’s good to hear,” You swallow a deep breath, practicing the lines you rehearsed, “I was actually wondering if you wanted to meet up, sometime. N-not for anything crazy, just coffee?”

“Oooh, coffee already? I’ve had some people offer to do some crazy things for me, but nothing that extreme.” Drogo ribs, their playful sarcasm easing your nerves just a bit. “Where were you thinking, love?”

“There's this cute new place on Fifth I’ve been meaning to try out, how about there on Saturday?”

“It’s a date, love. Can you tell me who I’ll be looking for?”

“Uh, I’ll be wearing a blue sweater and black jeans, probably with a hot chocolate.” You rub the back of your neck. “And you?”

“Hmmm, I think I’ll keep that a surprise, dearie. Can’t give away all my secrets, now can I?”

“O-oh yeah, of course”

Drogo bids you with a “See you soon~” and an enunciated kiss, leaving you blushing and giggling, like a teenager with their first crush

Saturday comes and you fret over your appearance; You can’t change your outfit because that's how they’ll recognize you, but what about your hair?? Should you wear your nice shoes? What about rings, would wearing some rings be too much???

You end up settling for simplicity, reminding yourself that this isn’t something crazy, it’s just a date, a simple date

You immediately know it’s Drogo when they come in; Their walk just oozes pure confidence, pulling down their burgundy sunglasses to scan over the cafe and revealing glowing yellow eyes

They lock onto you, lips curling into a smirk and giving a playful wave, before tucking their sunglasses into their pants pocket.

Their outfit is technically casual, but somehow they make each piece look designer; Their button up leads open down to their midriff, just exposing a tasteful amount of chest before tucking into their dark purple pants, complementing their bright red skin

You reach to shake their hand, but Drogo is quick to grab your wrist and kiss the back of your hand. You feel your heart thud in your chest.

“Pleasure to finally see you, cutie.” A clawed finger runs across your palm, their eyes drawing the little exposed skin you have

“Y-you too. You look great.”

“Thanks, sweetheart. This is actually that shirt I was telling you about, the one Ramona spilled all the wine on?”

“Oh wow, really? How’d you get that stain out?”

“Oh, let me tell you-”

The conversation settles into that easy pattern again, their intimidating good looks fading to the back of your mind as you two catch up on gossip

Drinks come and go, hours passing as you ask Drogo about themselves, and they ask you in turn.

It’s honestly one of the best dates you’ve been on; The words seem to come naturally, no natural awkwardness clogging up your mind

But surprisingly its the end of the date that seals the deal, when Drogo walks you to your car.

They scoop you in for a hug, resting their head into the crook of your neck.

“May I give you a kiss goodbye?”

You nod, breathless from their soulful, romantic, period drama love interest voice

Their lips sink into yours, the soft touch of their hand on your waist sending shocks up your spine.

When they pull away, just an inch, they whisper “Dinner, next thursday?”

You simply nod, and Drogo gives you a wink.

“See you then, cutie.”

[toiletwipes]

and i'd give up forever to touch you

chapter twenty-six. tell me we both matter, don't we?

Summary: Wilbur only has a few days left, and yeah his music is now decent, but now he's got one more problem, his clothes. (Yeah, it's totally his clothes and not the issue of your very complicated relationship.)

ao3 link. ~3.4k words. masterlist.

***

for wilbur, he’d been panicking every day since he said yes to you once more.

playing onstage is very different from recording by yourself, studio or childhood bedroom. he’s never done it. it never occurred to him that it could, posting those songs online. it was all just to cope with his life and focus on something else besides the numbing in his head and body. something to do besides lay in bed and be left alone in his thoughts, day in and day out.

techno, ever the helpful person, had asked what he was going to wear and that itself brought up another topic to sweat his hands over.

he hadn’t even thought about his clothes! and after rummaging through his clothes, the stuff he wore daily and then the stuff he saved for special occasions— nothing was good enough for your concert.

“we can always go shopping,” his brother spoke from his bed, flipping through a beauty magazine with little interest in what wilbur’s panicking over now.

“shopping, yeah of course, except for the little problem called money, tech, i can’t just go and buy clothes-” and with that techno’s head lifts and tilts on his shoulders, giving him that blank stare.

“did you forget the part where i said ‘we’?” and wilbur didn’t exactly become sour at that, but he was considerably a little less stressed.

“okay then, well let's go now, get dressed.” will said as he swiped techno’s feet off his bed, snagging the sweater on his bed and shoving his head through it, not watching or listening to how techno started to grumble about how early it is, how they could go later but of course, wilbur isn’t going to listen to all that negative talk right now.

so that’s how they found themselves in the nearest shop, a little place called angelina’s with bright walls with checkered patterns, neon words lighting up the business as well as other weird little glowing creatures, plugged into the wall. with many sections only being sectioned by size, it’s popular for people with good taste, obviously. no wonder techno chose it.

they’re there thumbing through shirts and pants, with techno only showing will the silliest of options, including the biggest faux fur coat will’d ever seen, a pink button up with little lobsters and anchors, bright green jeans, and the never-ending collection of stilettos.

“will.” his mono voice never betrayed him, seeing as will was always caught off-guard by what he showed him. this time it’s another pair of stilettos, but covered in orange tufts of fur.

“you know you’re being real helpful right now,” will comments, trying his hardest not to smile because it was a real ‘what the fuck is that’ kind of moment. where in the fuck did his brother find those?

“the best help a brother can know,” his little smile with closed eyes, hair tangled and looking the worst bird-nest made by man. it was a sight to see.

he’d probably get the same amount of help if he asked his other brother for help, now that he’s thinking about it.

“okay, since you’re not actually taking my real, and very genuine, advice, i think you should call this person you’re obsessed with and talk clothes with them,” and though it would seem like a good idea based in good intentions, he waits for the other shoe to drop, “because right now, i’m just a lil’ bit hungry, and if you need more of my opinions, i’ll be over there.” and as he leaves he gives wilbur a clasp on the shoulder and heads to the bakery across the street.

he didn’t know what he’d expected. techno wasn’t that much help with his party outfit then, and considering it’s one of techno’s lazy days where he wasn’t needed professionally, his go-to outfit had been this puke green hoodie and sweats, and for some reason, his white platforms, the one that’s about four added inches in height. he’s not sure what the reason is, but he’s sure it’s to distract everyone from the mess on his head.

turning away from his brother, knowing he’s very capable on his own, he pulls his phone out, scrolling through the contacts list until it lands on your name. he presses on it, the call button staring him down.

he looks away, phone lowered to his side as he takes a quick glance around the shop. okay. what would be acceptable to wear on a stage for a performance he’s only going to be a part of for a moment? maybe white shirt, black pants, and whatever shoes he has on at that moment. that sounds… right.

still, he should call you and confirm that this is okay to do or think. shouldn’t he?

he really didn’t want to bother you, especially during these last few days they had left before the concert. and then of course, what would happen after that? he’d lose your number, at your request, and what then? move on with his life?

his chest ached at the thought of living a life without you in it. you’d been so important to him for a while, even when the two of you didn’t talk, you’d never really leave his mind.

but what else could he do besides move on? that’s what you’d do, move on. move on and start a new year at college. grow a little more, become so talented with music, fans would be swimming at your feet. fame would be around the corner, he knows it. but he has to leave and maybe one day, his existence in your life could be a funny story to tell at a bar.

even if he wanted nothing more than to stay in your life, he’d leave so you could get on with your life. you must be dying to close this chapter, dying for him to get out.

and as he lifts his phone, deciding to call you and figure out his outfit, your name appears on his screen, your face filling the space between. the shock makes him drop his phone.

he quickly picks it up and answers, “oh, hey, i was meaning to call you-” and that’s when he cuts himself off hearing a crash in the background, “what was that?” he asks immediately, “are you okay?”

your voice, it’s so shaky. “i- wilbur can you uh-  oh i hate to ask you this but can you come pick me up?”

“text me the address, i’ll be there.” and he keeps you on the phone as he exits the store, crossing the street and hearing a car screech to a stop, he pats the hood of it before rushing to the other side, pushing his way inside of the bakery and finding techno at the bar, eating something akin to waffles before he reaches him. “hey, we gotta go,” techno’s eyes flash a little something he doesn’t understand but he wipes his mouth and calls for a to-go box. the waiter drops it off unceremoniously and techno all but stuffs the plate in there. he leaves a big tip where he was sitting and they rush out of there.

getting in techno’s car and telling him the address, his eyebrows furrow but he’s peeling out of the street, heading towards you as fast as he could.

“hey, are you still there?” he asks, feeling his fingers tremble so he rubs them out on his pants, wiping the clammy sweat as well. he hears you respond so quietly, it almost breaks them, “we’re almost there, just hang on.”

he almost snaps at techno to drive faster but considering they’re already going well-past the speed limit they’re lucky they haven’t been pulled over yet.

pulling to the side of the street, he looks over the property and finds it a mess. the yard is littered with trash and various furniture, those solo cups everywhere and if it wasn’t those cups, it was beer bottles. the typical party gone wrong. and he knew you weren’t a little saint but what were you doing here?

“hey i’m here, do you need me to go inside?” he doesn’t know why he said it, only that he did, and the little voice that begs him to is the reason he throws the car door open, rushing out of the car to the front door. “where are you?” he asks as he opens the door, looking around to find a bunch of people fighting and then there you’d been, hidden on the staircase as people kept throwing crap around and shouting.

he helps you up and walks with you outside, and if he’s being honest, not a single person noticed them leaving. but it didn’t matter, he tells himself, helping you into the backseat and sliding in next to you. you were drenched, wrapped in a blanket when he found you and he didn’t need to be a genius to see you were shivering.

he leaned to the front as techno made their exit, ignoring him as he turned the heater up. (“oh yeah, boil us alive, that’ll be good.”)

“just head to the college dorms,” he says, but he doesn’t hear it as he adjusts the fans above their heads to blow on you. your hair wet and sticking to your face, you try your hardest to not be obvious, but you didn’t hesitate to glue yourself to wilbur’s side.

“what happened?” he asks you quietly, watching you shudder out a sigh, eyes glancing around. “why were you there?”

“i- i don’t know, i just woke up there, in somebody else’s bed and i didn’t know if something had happened and then people just started to get angry- and i- i didn’t- i didn’t know i called you until i heard your voice.” he nods, but he’s still, wrapping an arm around you and rubbing your shoulders. you needed comfort and you’ll probably remember it all, the unpleasant parts and all, later when you’re somewhere safe and where rosie could guard you from harm.

techno slows down as he enters the parking lot and wilbur guides him to your building, watching as you stopped shivering from the cold but you did continue to shake a little.

it had to have been terrifying for you. and if somebody did do something to you- he forces his arm around you to relax, as he had to remind himself you’re there with him now, safe.

he didn’t want to think about you getting hurt, didn’t want to think how this will affect you.

when techno parks, he tells him he’ll only take a few minutes, guiding you up the stairs and when it’s too much, the two of you sit on the stairs, doing some breathing exercises that techno had taught him. when you’re okay, he helps you up again, guiding you to your room where he takes the keys from your hand, and unlocks it for you.

you walk without him to your bathroom, a sliver of the door left open. like you didn’t want to be alone. a shower turns on. and because he didn’t want to feel so useless, he gets you some clothes, a sweater and some shorts, and tries to not think too deeply about the underwear when he pulls a pair out for you.

“will?” you call for him and he’s next to the door in an instant, eyes away from the opening to give you the space you need, but he’s there. “i think there’s towels in rosie’s room, can you-” you don’t even have to finish and he’s already going in. thank fuck that your roommate isn’t here at the moment, else this would’ve been awkward.

a second later, he hands you your clothes and towel, biting his inner cheek as he thinks about techno.

he didn’t want to leave you right now but it’s already been ten minutes.. a few minutes later, the water shuts off and a few minutes after that, you step out, somehow swallowed up in your clothes.

he doesn’t know what to do with himself. and when he’s about to offer a hug, you throw your arms around him, squeezing tight as your shoulders heave up and down. he didn’t hesitate to wrap you in his arms, squeezing you just as tight and buried his face into your wet hair.

"what happened?" he asks, wondering if any of it came back to you, but also very wary to ask after this, having no way of telling if you were hurt.

"i don't even know," you cried into his sweater, tears soaking into the fabric but he could care less, focusing on holding you and making sure you didn't unravel in his hands. "i remember getting there but nothing else, and then somebody was dunking people in the pool outside—" and you could hardly speak after that, so he just held you, reaching around for his phone and sent him a text the best he could. 

'come back later.'

"and when i got back out they started getting angry and i couldn't- couldn't focus and then they started throwing things-" and that's where you stopped, letting him hold you was enough for now. and the both of you secretly hoped that rosie would be out for a while.

after a while, he guided you to your bed and tucked you in, and before he could stop himself, he asked, "do you want me to stay?"

he didn't expect you to say yes, even more surprised when you asked if he could stay in the room. he sat down next to the bed, where you could reach him if you needed him.

he closed his eyes, thinking back to the shop from earlier. he'd just been out with techno shopping for clothes for your concert and here he was, in your room as you tried to mellow out for now.

would there be a concert now? if something bad happened to you and you end up remembering, would you even want to go anywhere outside of your room?

he didn't want to think about it but while you slept, he had to be quiet and ready in case you needed him.

and speaking of which, he felt a hand touch his head and that's where he reached up with one of his own, holding your hand in his and holding tight. he never wants to let go now. (what'll happen after the concert? after he moves back home? you won't need him then, just for right now. and sure, his heart will break, but that doesn't matter right now. you do.)

time passes slowly, he doesn't know how long he stays there until rosie comes in, questioning looks galore but he just shakes his head. 'talk later.' he mouthed.

rosie's mouth flattened into a line, nodding before leaving, closing the door and leaving the room coated in a darkness. save for the little light that comes through the space between the blinds.

"will?"

he looks up and your grip hasn't changed, but you lean over the edge a little, face covered in an emotion he doesn't know.

"can you-" you breathe a little heavy before shutting your eyes closed, tight as you could, before opening them, "can you hold me for a little bit?" and he whispers his answer, standing up and kneeling onto your bed, shuffling around until you sit in between his legs and he holds you with your back to his chest. arms wrapped around your shoulders as you relaxed in his arms.

"i don't know what it is about your body wash but i swear it's like lavender," your voice cracks here and there while you talk, and he pretends it doesn't affect him in any way.

"must be magic, huh," he says, although kidding, you hum in agreement. and the two of you fall in silence, no talking, just the rise and falling of your chest and your stuttered breathing.

"can i ask you something, wilbur?" you're the first one to break the silence and he tells you you could ask him anything. he can't see your wobbly smile. "if i'd been more like rosie, would you have said yes if i asked you out?"

why are you asking him this? why that question?

why now?

"i-" what could he say?

"i was going to ask you out a few weeks after we met, one of those nights where we were alone in my car eating junk food, talking about music. but then i brought up rosie again, and like magic, you had this look in your eye, where you paid a little more attention to me because of her. i never ended up asking you out but it's the thought. you would've said yes if i was rosie, huh?" why were you asking this? why did you clutch at him a little harder when he didn't say anything?

"... i was a jerk back then, a complete jackass." he didn't know what answer you wanted, but when he said that, it almost felt like the wrong answer.

"it's because i wasn't rosie, isn't it? you can say yes." he hears it now.

you want him to admit he didn't like you then or maybe ever, because you weren't rosie.

he says your name quietly, he doesn't want you to hurt over this, he never should've put those cameras in your room. he should've never said yes because you mentioned rosie. shouldn't have, should've, words like those tend to repeat these days, don't they?

but your shoulders start shaking again. "it's okay, you can say it, you never liked me, you liked that i was an opening to her."

he shakes his head, maybe that was true in the beginning but- over time you were what he wanted, what he dreamed of at night. who he wanted to be an absolute freak over.

"i like you," he says your name again and this time he could almost feel how the words wash over you. "but you need a guy who won't make you doubt your worth." he can feel your head shaking in his arms. "you need somebody better, somebody who is right for you."

"i don't want somebody better, you idiot." he feels something drip onto his hands, his wrists. fuck, you shouldn't be crying over him, especially at a time like this. "i've wanted you from the get-go." and he can hear you sniffle, feel how you press your back into his chest more, how you grip at his forearms. "you ruined me for anybody else."

and there it was. the truth. he did ruin you, didn't he?

he didn't know if he could ever love anybody else besides you and here you sat, feeling the same fucking way.

he couldn't do this to you though. what if he fucked up? what if you decided you didn't like him anymore? the insane amount of what-if-questions floated around his brain and he didn't know what to say.

"it wouldn't be a healthy relationship." he says quietly. i want that for you. a normal, healthy relationship where somebody loved you for you. he couldn't be that for you, he knows that. he's fucked up and he can't give you that something.

the quiet voice in his head that sounded too much like yours piped in, telling him you didn't want that. you've said it so many times. but he can't do this to you.

"i don't care." and he shakes his head. "nothing about us is normal or healthy."

"you said it yourself, i've ruined you."

"i did say that, and i mean it. i can't love anybody else like i love you."

his heart breaks. breaks and breaks until it's no longer in pieces but in piles and piles of dust. he's ruined you, fucked you up. and you love him, against all that. how could you love him? how could you love something so ugly?

and that, he supposes, is what you'd ask him.

"you can't leave yet." you say, and you didn't have to hear yourself to know how pathetic it was to say that. you didn't know how you've lived without him before but it kills you every-time you have to, now that you've met.

"i- i won't."

and be it minutes or hours later, he didn't know, but you spoke up again. "i meant it, i love you, you know."

and he can't swallow, willing himself to contain the sobs begging to be released. he could only let the tears fall down his cheeks and into your hair. "i know."

your hands tug at his sleeves, "say it back. please." your voice cracks, even if it's barely above a whisper, your voice cracks like his heart.

he can't.

he can’t do that to you.

***

(if you do not have an age in your bio/if you’re a minor, i will not put you on the tag list)

tag list: @fxnxtical @ghostburlovebot @waterproofgravy @roygbivvie@boiled-onionrings @mayempress @comonlokbut2 @tiredofsatansbullshit @serendipityryn @facelessmatchstick @dogsandrocketsocks @unhelpfulghosty @struggling-with-time @spilltheearlgrey @dreamwvrld @despicablenotions @jubileelineee @the-icarus-thatneverflew @jessica89diangelo @fischlvonluftschloss @ninkieminjaj @savannahjade12088 @ghostwriteser

The tag list is currently open!!

[galacticlamps]

Ok I really do love the costume changes Victoria & Jamie go through in the first ten minutes of this serial, it really feels like a settling into their characters for both of them - not even the actors, I literally mean the characters into their roles as companions.

It's so hard to imagine Victoria anywhere else but Maxtible's mansion & Skaro in her 19th century dress, but the one she has here still preserves that delicacy her outfits will lose more as time goes on - with the little floral print and the neat pleating on the front - just with a significantly more streamlined silhouette. It’s such a good ‘ok well try this maybe?’ kind of dress, which is fitting considering she’s one of relatively few companions who get a ‘please change your clothes now’ moment at the start of their first adventure proper - you can see both the sense of putting her in something like this & her discomfort with it all at once, which I think makes it a wonderful bridge between her actual Victorian gown and her obviously more Victorian-inspired but significantly more pragmatic outfit for the next two serials. I think you can tell Jamie and/or the Doctor picked it out for her, aiming for a trimmed-down version of what they’ve seen her wearing so far, but it isn’t until Abominable Snowmen that she starts dressing herself and goes for something less overtly similar to what she wore before (in as much as gown -> dress looks like less of a leap than gown -> breeches) but that has its own through-line both historically and practically.

Jamie’s costume’s development is less pronounced, but it’s amazing what a different top can do - for one, it alters his whole silhouette, since he tucks the button-down in while the sweater over the kilt almost gave him a drop-waist look, but it’s also a more structured look all over, not just because of the now-visible belt but also the collar, pockets, epaulets, and cuffed sleeves vs rolled or just shoved up ones when you’re dealing with the sweater material. Even his hair seems to take on a more shape & texture compared to the very round bowl of the last few serials.

I’ve gotta say, I think Jamie’s Season 4 look suited him being the newest, youngest, most inexperienced member of the Tardis team SO well, it just had to go as soon as Victoria joined completely and took on that role herself. When we were in Victoria’s own time period it was fine for the contrast between them to come in the form of her in a larger, more structured and more detailed outfit and him in something decidedly looser, more informal, and frankly, futuristic - but now that we’ve left it behind and she’s changed into something she’s less comfortable wearing (& doing!), his way of welcoming her, guiding her, and preceding her is to evolve himself - in this case, into a more mature & practical guardian-type role, which his clothes clearly reflect. There’s something military about the shirt itself, but he wears it in a laid-back enough style with the sleeves up and the top button undone - though compared with the pieces he’ll accumulate later on in his tenure, there’s still something youthfully unencumbered about this first iteration without the ascots and the vests and the sporran, and the slimmer shoes with the long socks vs the chunkier boots with the shorter ones. It’s actually one of my favorite costumes for him, mainly because I think it hits that mark of no-longer-the-least-experienced-traveler so well - but for the same reason, I’m unreasonably peeved whenever it’s some version of this costume that appears on the cover of audios meant to be set during Season 4 when he’s traveling with Ben & Polly - the evolution feels so deliberate, that’s just not the same Jamie at all! And in that regard, Tomb really does feel like the start of a new season, a new stage in the characters’ lives, in a way that season openers don’t always do at this time in the show’s history, which is a nice fresh detail.

[kiriiqt]

Hello! I'm new here, but I must say that I'm having a good time on your blog, and I specially like the Ather theme!! I don't know how to properly request something, but, if you don't mind... I was wondering if you could write modern headcanons for Lumine, please? I hope you have a nice day 🤍

modern au lumine headcanons

- random modern au headcanons for lumine regarding her style, behaviour, hobbies and life overall!

characters: lumine (modern au)

a/n: I'm glad you’re enjoying my blog, and thank you for your request! i’m not entirely sure if you mean modern lumine in general, or the format i used for xiao and aether, but i chose to just write general headcanons (the profile format is coming up though, so if that’s what you meant, no worries). feel free to send another request if i misunderstood anything! also, as something new, i tried to add pictures. links at the bottom of the post.

warnings: none!

Sidenote; my modern au “vision”, if you could call it that, has the twins in highschool, but these can also apply to them in college or overall. I’ll just be referring to school related things. I sorted them into categories bc why not.

General

I view modern au Lumine as someone pretty confident and bold, but also kind of quiet. She’s a bit of a hothead at times, especially when she’s passionate about something, but knows how to pick her battles. Actually, she’s pretty in tune with her own emotions, and knows how to calm herself down and think rationally.

She’s an ambivert, and can work with most people, but prefers to keep a small and close circle of friends. She’s also more outwardly protective of people than her brother is.

Also, the travelers can both be little shits, so Lumine is not above playing small pranks and sassing people. She’s mastered the deadpan expression, and only Aether can beat her in sarcasm.

Closet reveal

Her style is comparable to tech wear, but the more alternative/street fashion inspired one, if that makes sense. So lots of cargo pants, buckles, boots, and those layered two-piece crop tops. It’s mostly black, with some grays and purples.

However, on the other end of the scale, she likes to wear more casual clothes. This is especially for moments where pulling up like you just stepped out of a dystopian sci-fi movie adaption isn’t appropriate. Regular-fit jeans, big sweaters, loose button-ups and t-shirts are staples for her. She mostly wears light tones, like white, gray, blue, green, and occasionally purple. All jewelry suits her, but she prefers silver, only sticking to gold when she needs some contrast in her outfit. She has simple accessories, like pearl hair clips and small necklaces. Flowers are common themes there.

Social

Again, Lumine is an ambivert, she’s a solid 50/50 when it comes to her social life. She can appreciate her own company just as much as she can appreciate others’. She’s really popular in school, but I feel like it’s a case of “a lot of people are friends with Lumine, but Lumine isn’t friends with a lot of people”. What I mean is, she’s naturally nice and when you get past her slightly intimidating appearance, she’s super easy to get along with and eager to help - so a lot of people know her and like her. She prefers to have a few close friends. She’s also busy, so it’s hard for her to maintain contact with most people.

Xiangling is her best friend, and they hang out almost every day. They usually cook together, watch anime (slice of life or horror), go on walks and take photos. They have a scrapbook that they share, and when they haven’t seen each other for a while, they can easily spend a day updating it. The scrapbook is fairly new, but they’ve been doing similar stuff since they met (first week of middle school).

By extension, she’s quite close with Chongyun and Xinqiu as well; all 4 of them hang out once a week minimum, and she works out with Chongyun. Her and Xingqiu like to debate for fun (and they both suffer over homework together)

She’s known Hu Tao since they were kids (they were on the same gymnastics team), and they just stuck together, so they’re almost like siblings. Equally crazy about sports, and they play on the same basketball team.

She’s cool with some of Aethers’ friends as well, namely Xiao and Albedo. Also, she doesn’t actually hate Venti, they just love to bully each other (lovingly).

Hobbies

Lumine is actually pretty athletic and has been on multiple competitive teams; She did competitive boxing for a short while, but stopped due to an injury. She picked it up again casually after recovering. As a child, she did gymnastics and track until the end of middle school, which is how she met Hu Tao and Xiangling. She plays on the school basketball team, and loves running as well.

She got into cooking and photography because of Xiangling.

She’s really into the sciences and learning about how the world works, and she watches a lot of lectures online. She’d like to pursue a career in STEM one day, but it would have to be a flexible one.

She loves to travel, and plans to take a gap year after school to go see the world. She also hopes that whatever she decides to study and work as will allow her to travel around.

Various likes and dislikes

Ironically, her least favorite class is physics, mainly due to the workload (and also, the stuff they do in high school just isn’t all that interesting to her)

She prefers math class, because she works more efficiently, and unlike English, she doesn’t risk getting stuck in a back and forth analytical debate.

She's not a big fan of tea or coffee.

She prefers spicy food.

Her music taste is varied, but I’d say she likes bands like mother mother, paramore, palaye royale and måneskin, among others.

If she had to choose between writing an essay on a book or doing a math exam, she’d choose the math exam.

She strongly dislikes having long hair, which is why she cuts it quite often.

Her favorite season is spring, specifically when the first flowers start to break through.

Her favorite candy is sugar frosted slime.

She prefers rainy weather.

Random facts

While Aether was obsessed with slimes as a child, Lumine was obsessed with geovishaps; she has an old wallet shaped like one from a zoo (I think that in a modern au, certain creatures like geovishaps are extinct, like dinosaurs in real life), and she knows an excessive amount of random facts about them

The main cast are active twitter users, and Lumine mostly uses hers to roast Venti or post photos of her cats. Her header is a photo of her and Xianling holding hands, and her icon is one of her cats who’s named Aria.

Her and Aether have 3 cats; Aria, Sonnet and Canon.

Lumine sometimes helps out in Xiangling’s family’s restaurant and refuses payment for it, but her parents find a way to pay her back anyway.

She has the most cursed camera roll that you’ll ever see - she never cleans it out, which results in an abomination of random photos, awful memes, photos of the classroom board, text screenshots, and too many accidental pics of the ground. Also, she has memes so cursed that none of her friends have managed to locate the side of pinterest she finds them on.

Replying to a text can take her anywhere between 2 hours to 7 business days, but if you call her, she’ll pick up immediately (unless you’re Venti)

She’s definitely the person who just says “get well soon” if you’re crushing on a guy and send her a photo of him.

If you ask her for the assignment answers the day they’re due, she’ll deliberately ignore your text until 5 minutes before the deadline. Otherwise, she’s happy to help. This totally isn’t because she’s doing it last minute, either.

pic 1 pic 2 pic 3 pic 4 pic 5 pic 6

I hope this was okay! I tried to make it make sense without explaining too many details irrelevant to the post. I’m iffy about the cat names, but for anyone who’s wondering; they’re the names of the 3 moon sisters in genshin.

[shotorozu]

Hello!! I hope you're doing well💕 Idk if this been requested before, headcanons about them having a stylish, fashionable s.o? You can choose the characters, tysm!!💖 For BNHA, if possible, please <3

fashionable s/o

character(s) : shinsou hitoshi, bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, midoriya izuku (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff (x reader)

note(s) : this isn’t that long, compared to most of my headcanons, but i did add four characters! will post more later

»»————-　♡　————-««

shinsou hitoshi

feels like a trashcan next to you.

in reality, his fashion sense is either top tier stuff, or something you can find at dollar tree

and when i mean that, i mean black sweatpants (that haven’t been washed in 2 days) and a black sweater, with a coffee stain on it to match

his fashion sense is quite lazy and comfortable, but that one outfit he wears on special occasions make up for it.

he smiles when he notices how you never-ever wear the same outfit twice in a row. at some point— assumed that you were also loaded.

and how you always find a way to make an ‘ugly’ outfit suddenly not ugly— he doesn’t know how you exactly do it.

hitoshi could look at an outfit in your closet and think “WHY did they buy this again?” but then in the following second, he could go

“oh, that’s why. they always know how to make it work.” since then, he has learned how to trust your sense in fashion

you could probably help him with his fashion sense, and he wouldn’t mind at all— just help him be consistent with it.

sometimes, he didn’t even know that a certain article of clothing would actually look good on him. the more you know

doesn’t mind it when people gawk at you, because of your very boujee✨sense of style. because, who wouldn’t look at you? they’d be missing out.

in short— he adores how you put so much effort with your clothes, and how you’re also effortlessly stylish

“but i’m dressed like a trashcan next to you,,” he’ll say with a hand resting on his nape, and you’ll reply with

“hitoshi, stop saying that.”

bakugou katsuki

appalled when he shows up to your dorm— and sees you wearing the fanciest pair of pajamas he has ever seen in his entire life.

“what the heck??”

“why, katsuki??”

“WHAT’S WITH THOSE FANCY PAJAMAS??”

his fashion sense is fine,, i mean— his parents are canonically fashion designers. so, you’d expect him to carry their sense of style

yes AND no. have y’all seen the official art of him carrying that large suit case? the fit was lowkey horrendous

rolls his eyes when he sees you wear something stylish to the grocery store— when he’s wearing a black tanktop and some sweatpants.

“seriously— is the outfit really necessary? you stand out too much.”

“is that a good thing?”

“not for me.”

okay but,, it’s not that bad as he says it is. he secretly loves seeing you pull up to dates in those nice clothes. he hasn’t seen you reuse the same outfit two times in a row.

but omg he hates having people gawk at you in public because of your clothes. that’s the part he despises the most

“this is what i didn’t like about your stupid style”

“oh? jealous, are we?”

“shut your trap.”

yes, you’re in fact— attractive. BUT THEY GOTTA KEEP THEIR EYES TO THEMSELVES

katsuki actually loves this part on you— but he grows irritated when his parents suddenly asked him if you were interested in modeling 💀

‘screw you and your fancy pants’ he’ll think to himself, when his parents are fawning over your sense of style.

todoroki shouto

shouto is also a fashion icon himself— so you two get a lot of attention for just,, looking fancy as heck, even in the mundane.

he didn’t really care about what you wore. you had the fashion sense of a white crusty family dog? well,, so what? he doesn’t care as long as you’re comfortable.

shouto noticed how you managed to make a plain piece of fabric a fashion statement— and wanted you to show him your closet

so when you do, he’s fascinated. your brain must be LARGE just thinking about what outfit combination you want to wear every single free day.

but he also thought you were like,, the emma chamberlain of fashion— he thought you created every single fashion trend out there today

when in reality, you just happened to know how to put your own touch on an outfit 💀

“what do you mean you didn’t bring back the brown pants trend?”

“shouto, for the last time— i didn’t do that,,”

he’s not convinced yet.

loves it when he walks into your room, and sees you mumbling to yourself on what you want to wear for a specific day— especially when you’re just wearing a sweater of his, instead of your own

even though you probably have 50 sweaters in there 💀

you need to fix your outfit in public? well, that’s not an issue! he’ll literally do it for you, with no hesitation.

fixes your collar when it gets caught in your bag’s strap, and also makes sure he doesn’t pull anything too tightly.

eventually buys you clothes, when he manages to map out your aesthetic, and what you like— even though anything looks good on you in his opinion

the class can only gawk at the two of you, when the class takes another shopping trip at the mall. i mean,, you both stick out!

“jeez. we look like goodwill mannequins next to them”

midoriya izuku

“that nerd’s fashion sense is lackluster at best.” — bakugou katsuki

i mean,, his fashion sense is simple. he never considered dressing in anything flashy— at least until he started dating you

he dressed in simple, and sometimes corny shirts— when you’re dressed in something he’d see in a luxurious clothing store.

he feels so,, out of place standing next to you. which you reassure that he doesn’t! but he can’t help but think that sometimes,,

because of that, he would be very willing if you decided to give him a clothing makeover!

he gets confused sometimes when he sees your closet like,, “i wonder what would this be paired with,,” but he knows to trust you with that

he’s just,, curious. that’s all.

has this fact written in his notebook— it has nothing to do with your quirk or anything related to that, but he does find it interesting

“Y/N wears a new outfit every weekend. i’ve never seen them wear the same outfit twice in a row! i wonder how that’s possible. i’ve seen their closet! and there’s a lot of things in there, and i just..” blah blah blah— when you came across that page, you were so flattered.

at first, he gets really sheepish when he’s standing next to you in public— because of the stares. but he learns to get used to it

“look, sweetheart! your style is nothing short of anything stylish.” he basically feeds you compliments on the daily— but who wouldn’t??

gets so happy when he sees you wear the clothes he bought you— even if he wasn’t so sure if someone as fashionable as you would wear it,,

to him, it’s overwhelming at first— but he does love how you look! he could talk about you all day and night. even if it annoys some people

»»————-　♡　————-««

likes and reblogs are appreciated, thanks for reading!

i do not own bnha/mha and it’s characters. boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei, i only own the writing and i do not profit off of my hobby

do not plagiarize, reupload, translate, or use my works for audio readings without permission

[beca-mitchell]

Pitch Perfect HC, Beca’s actually a closet snuggle monster and Chloe lives for it. But only because she’s the only one that is privy to that side of Beca and it makes her feel special and secure in her relationship cause it’s usually when Beca opens up and let’s Chloe see inside her vulnerable side.

And years later when they’re married and Beca is pregnant with the second child, she snuggles with her pregnancy pillow when she’s alone in bed, but as soon as Chloe comes home, she kicks it away in favour of snuggling with her wife.

The first time Beca cuddles into Chloe's side, they both react to it viscerally. Beca, for her part, doesn't immediately register just what she's doing by leaning into Chloe's side during an impromptu brainstorm-turned-movie night. Chloe, for her part, immediately stiffens and feels her ears grow hot because proximity to Beca has been, well. Hard lately. Difficult. Grappling with the intensity of her feelings for her very taken friend. Very much verging on best friend.

Beca senses the way Chloe stiffens, which is really something that Chloe will forever kick herself over, and quickly sits straight up, yawning and stretching as if that was all she had been doing.

It kind of sticks in Chloe's throat, the assurances and kind words that she's so used to doling out for Beca and to Beca. Physical intimacy is just. It's a lot. Especially for Chloe because it's really one of the most important things. She just never expects it from Beca. Not like this, at least. Not now.

So Chloe doesn't say anything and their night continues.

*

The second time it happens, it's kind of impromptu as well. Near the holidays of Chloe's third consecutive super senior year, they both end up opting to stay on campus. Beca manages to get into Amy's stash of international alcohol and they throw themselves a pity Thanksgiving in Chloe's spacious (and lonely) room. It feels even more empty given that the house is devoid of Bellas and song.

It's much chillier now at the end of November, nearing into December. The low 20s and high 10s of the temperature around them means that Chloe gets to wear all her favourite cardigans and stolen hoodies. Beca seems to just put on more layers - more layered shirts, jackets, some sweaters. Chloe makes a note to get Beca into a holiday sweater as soon as possible.

"What are you looking at?" Beca grumbles, returning from where she's done tinkering with her record player.

"I think we should get the Bellas matching ugly Christmas sweaters this year. I can't believe we haven't done it yet."

Beca's mouth twitches like she isn't sure if she wants to instinctively insult Chloe's fashion choices or immediately give in. A common theme these days as Chloe unlocks more and more of Beca's incredibly soft side. She sighs loudly.

Chloe stifles a grin. "Matching, Bec."

"You know I don't do that. Not even. Well. Whatever. It's kind of lame."

Chloe holds her tongue. Right. Jesse. She's sure Jesse has long come up with ideas to having every conceivable kind of matching couple's outfit. The most Chloe has ever seen Beca wear that has a remote Jesse influence is a red sweater that kind of looks like a Treble sweater, but Chloe hasn't seen it since the very first time she saw Beca wear it.

"Maybe," Beca finally concedes, climbing onto the bed. "Pick a good movie and we'll see."

Chloe grins and presses against Beca's side immediately, pulling her laptop from her. "Christmas movie," she declares.

"It's November," Beca complains.

Chloe wins anyway and she doesn't even recall watching the movie because Beca ends up falling asleep halfway through. Chloe kind of just watches it happen because there is something incredibly relaxing and beautiful about watching the way Beca's brow relaxes all at once and her features smooth out making her look years younger. Like all the tension and stress eases from her the more sleepy she becomes.

This time, when Beca leans into her side, Chloe's ready. It hadn't really happened again since that first time, but God, the way Beca just fits into her side. The way Beca kind of curls a hand loosely over her forearm with the gentlest of tugs. Chloe slowly pulls her arm away, this time putting it around Beca's shoulders. The action itself makes a huge lump stick in her throat—a lump that very much feels like her heart as it threatens to leave her body imminently.

Beca inhales, a short little sound, and Chloe stops. "Sorry," she whispers immediately. "I shouldn't—"

"It's okay," Beca whispers back, voice muted and muffled. "S'comfy."

Friends do this. It's okay.

*

Chloe thinks Beca looks beautiful always, but especially now.

"You can see the bump," Beca says absentmindedly, lifting her shirt in front of the mirror. Their trip to the doctor was exciting. The knowledge that this is really happening for them; finally happening for them—Chloe could cry.

"You're showing," Chloe echoes, standing from the bed. She wants to reach out and touch Beca, but she isn't even sure where to start.

"I didn't even realize until the doctor pointed it out today."

"Neither did I," Chloe admits quietly, wondering if it makes her a bad wife. Not noticing that the love of her life had been undergoing some serious bodily changes to begin welcoming the newest member of their family into their lives. She finally moves to stand behind Beca, hooking her chin over her shoulder, smiling when their eyes catch in the mirror. "You look so pretty."

"You have to say that, we're married. What happens when I look like a whale?"

"You'll always look beautiful to me," Chloe declares, kissing Beca's cheek repeatedly when Beca frowns at Chloe's response.

Beca moves Chloe's hand to rest more firmly against her belly. "What if you can't hold me like this later?"

Chloe hums. "Nothing would stop me from cuddling with you."

"But what if your arms can't even come around me," Beca complains, a hint of a whine seeping into her voice. "And then you grow tired of trying to hug a balloon."

"You'll have to figure out a way to pry me off you over these next months. Trust me." Chloe makes sure to kiss a spot on Beca's neck that she knows drives her crazy. "I'm going to be all over you. In more ways than one." Another kiss. She catches the blush on Beca's cheeks. "I always knew you liked my cuddles."

Beca sniffs haughtily. "And?"

She hasn't quite brought it up to Beca, even after all their years together, but it still delights Chloe to no end that Beca chose this with her. That Beca chooses her every day. That Beca trusted her all those years ago, even when they hadn't really been anything.

"And nothing," Chloe finally says. "I just love you the way you are."

*

In all their years together, Chloe can't recall Beca ever choosing to cuddle with somebody over her. She hadn't even really contemplated it because it had quickly become their thing.

She knows that Beca doesn't do it with just anybody. In fact, Chloe's about 99% sure that Beca has never cuddled or snuggled with anybody else in her life.

But this—

Chloe doesn't even say anything at first because her heart catches in her throat. Beca's cheek rests ever so slightly on top of their son's fuzzy little head, her eyes half-closed, but still alert enough to ensure she doesn't loosen her hold or drop him. She hums ever so slightly, her movements slight and gentle as to not wake him.

Chloe kind of doesn't want to say anything—wants to let this night continue just like this. The sheer tranquillity and safety around them because of all the love she feels for her wife and her son—it's irreplaceable.

Beca's eyes lift then, catching hers from where she stands in the doorway. "C'mere," Beca murmurs, brow furrowing when Chloe hovers in the bed. "Bed feels empty without you."

Chloe doesn't hesitate then, only wanting to enjoy a mid-evening snuggle with her family knowing there must be many more to come.

[taechaos]

Can we have some jealous/sweet smut with textbook love couple?🥲 like I guess OC was wearing an outfit that was a little short and some guy was checking her out and trying to get at her but she didn’t even realize it and Jungkook gets mad and you know😏

this really went off the fucking rails 😷

"I don't see the point in you coming, we just go there to get high."

"Maybe she wants to try it," Taehyung shrugs before looking up from his phone with a mischievous grin. "What if she's secretly a freak–"

"I'm not, I just–" you sigh, reluctant to reveal your intentions behind wanting to tag along with Jungkook to a frat party. His reason is clear: his body is craving another drug trip. Yours is unknown to them, and you purse your lips where you stand uncomfortably in the student lounge. Why would such a motivated student go out on a school night to get influenced? Oh, no reason, just want to damage my organs because YOLO, right? "I want to spend time with you," you simply reason to your unwilling boyfriend.

Jungkook clicks his tongue, an indication of an incoming refusal, "It's a crackhouse with live softcore porn, and I know for a fact you'd hate it there. Remember last time?"

The issue is that you do remember last time, and also the time that you weren't there. Much like a fairytale, it ended happily both times, but the beginnings were rocky—and you didn't want to miss out on that chapter before jumping to the end. It ruins the tale.

"It's okay sugar tits, I give you permission," Taehyung says while playing a mobile game with his tongue sticking out, unaware of the stares he's getting in response.

"The fuck did you just call her?"

"I'm not asking for permission," you roll your eyes and put your hands on your hips to assert the tiniest bit of dominance on Jungkook who you hover over. The two men are relaxed in their seats while you're tense from knowing you're going to have to rebel against Jungkook. He isn't going to give in. "I will come."

"No, no you won't," is his plain and casual command. You send him a subtle glare but he merely raises a brow, as if challenging you to retaliate.

"You're not her dad, dude. If she wants to come, she will," his friend chimes in defensively.

"Thank you," you point at him with wide eyes.

"First of all, you're not even a part of this conversation," he tells Taehyung. "Secondly, I'm looking out for you as your boyfriend," he gives you a pointed look. "Thirdly, not her dad? Wouldn't you beg to differ." The suggestive hint makes your face flush in embarrassment, and his wink worsens it.

"Excuse–"

"You told me not to tell him!" The discussion ends when you march out of the lounge to cool off your heated skin along with your high nerves. This relationship did begin when you didn't take no for an answer, so what's the harm in doing it again?

—————

The night you lost your virginity, it was autumn and easy to figure out what to wear for a party: warm and cozy with some charming color. It's spring now, and a little more difficult to decide on what to wear without looking like a "high school girl" as Jungkook often describes your outfits.

Your roommate is more cultured in that field, and was kind enough to lend you her help.

Soyeon racks her eyes over your closet with a hand over her chin, elbow crossing her stomach as leverage for her other arm. Nothing is exactly screaming out sexy to her, and unless it's a cosplay gathering, your wardrobe needs more diversity; dressing shirts, skater skirts and knee highs are out of the question.

You wait to hear her thoughts while shifting in your seat on your bed until she quietly giggles. "And I thought I was conservative." She cranes her neck to you, not moving from her position depending on your answer, "Do you want to borrow my clothes instead? They're more... suitable?"

You nod. "Sure. I mean— if you don't mind."

You trust your friend to take care of the clothing portion, and it's with a few cringing "ehhh"s and "mmm"s that you are satisfied with the outcome of this minor quest.

A thin black turtleneck with unnecessarily long sleeves cover your knuckles like sweater paws, and the fabric hugs your torso tightly but ends just below your belly button. Soyeon found a solution to your discomfort with the slight exposure of your stomach by matching it with high waisted denim shorts and nude pantyhose. It's chilly at night, so it's the perfect outfit: doesn't stand out and fits in just right. You don't look like a high school girl nor a nun.

You kept your only concern to yourself because it's not much of a big deal, but it bothers you that the denim shorts don't reach your knees. By your standards, it's a little... inappropriate, but your roommate assures you that it's a common choice in this occasion. You let it slide.

—————

Your worries of being too early faded the moment you stood before the frat house that boomed with music and flashed with violet. You don't know the time code for parties, but you must be late considering the crowd inside. People are chattering loudly when you squirm past them, but there's enough space in the living room for you to breathe. No softcore porn or crack yet. Not many are dancing either. It seems all good here.

However, the search must go on because Jungkook is nowhere to be found in the living room. You hear deep howls from the kitchen and it piques your attention, prompting you to look there next. You can only hope Jungkook's not high yet, or has a girl on his lap.

When you walk in, the kitchen that is remarkably smaller than the living room is filled with men taking shots from the center counter, and Jungkook leaning against the other counter surrounding the walls with a joint in his hand. You stand still in the doorway, suddenly nervous of his reaction, but relieved that he's alone nonetheless.

He inhales a deep breath and the small smile on his face falters when his redshot eyes drag themselves onto you. He stands straight once you lock gazes, and you grin at him before he shuts his eyes and clenches his jaw. You unconfidently strut over to him, reaching his side in only a few seconds as he glares at you.

Only a syllable comes out of his mouth before his attention diverts from you to another guy nearby in a flash. "Hey, eyes off," he calmly demands the man behind you. You glance at him when he raises his hands before looking elsewhere. You presume that's sign language for backing off, and your shoulder blades move awkwardly at the guess of what he might've been looking at. "What the hell are you doing here?" he brings your focus back onto him.

"I wanted to check up on you," you lean into him to not yell out your words.

"Check up on me?" He's incredulous. "Do you realize where you are? You shouldn't be here."

The moment is interrupted when Namjoon and Taehyung enter the scene, and you stop gnawing on your inner cheek. You don't have any answers you want to tell him, and your muscles relax when Jungkook's friends notice you.

"Oh shit," Taehyung smiles widely, "you're actually here." He appears to be sober and you smile back at him. Namjoon on the other hand, is as high as a kite as he brings you into a light hug. Your eyes widen and you awkwardly pat his back, fixated on his dazed expression.

"I haven't seen you in so long," he says as he ruffles your hair. Jungkook slaps a hand over his face at the interaction and drags the skin with his fingers. "How have you been? Do you want a molly?"

"Dude," your boyfriend intervenes, annoyed. "Why are you back here?"

"Alcohol." Namjoon disappears behind you to search the fridge and cabinets and you look at Taehyung again. He's drinking in your awkward stance as he licks his lips while Jungkook takes another drag from his joint.

"Girl, you are fucked," he says when his eyes trail back to yours with a snort. "You came here in those clothes, when you have a boyfriend? Jungkookie, I have some bad news for you. Your cock isn't even satisfactor–"

"Seriously though," Jungkook tells you with furrowed brows, "why are you here? I told you not to come." His reaction is influenced by the weed, not so mad as he is confused by your rebellion without reason—you must have a cause for waltzing in here, especially after his warning.

You hum in discomfort and shift your weight onto your other foot. "I already told you..."

"Don't give me that bullshit–"

A yelp cuts off his words when you jolt forward from a slap to your bottom. It wasn't a hard hit, but the surprise factor has you throwing yourself on Jungkook. Taehyung's jaw drops while your boyfriend barely reacts.

"If that isn't the cutest ass I've ever seen," the culprit chuckles without taking his eyes off your butt. He's almost slurring his words, and his lopsided grin doesn't seem intentional; he must feel too numb to form a full smile. You watch him in disbelief much like Taehyung. "You got any coke?"

"She's taken, man–" he takes on the peacemaker role, but it's futile when Jungkook gently removes your arm from his chest and walks forward to the stumbling man.

"Oh, my ba–" his face scrunches in confusion when his cheeks are grabbed and squished, leaving his mouth gaping. You peek from above Jungkook's shoulder to see him raising his joint before stubbing the burning tip onto the man's tongue. A scream resounds in the overcrowded room when it makes contact, and you fall back into Taehyung's arms while the deafeningly loud music tries to drown out the pained sounds. It's barbaric.

"Ah, shit," he pushes you to the side and pulls back Jungkook, who's still abnormally calm. The whole situation feels surreal, and it seems as if no one realizes this isn't a dream.

The man stops struggling against Jungkook's hold when he's released and falls to the ground, crawling back while sucking his teeth. He's whimpering and afraid. "I didn't know," he speaks with a lisp, pathetically begging, "I apologized! I-I'm sorry!"

You cautiously take a few steps back, almost like you're trying to flee the scene, but it just seems like a good idea to avoid Jungkook's temper right now. Just as you're about to turn around and sprint, you're held back by a hand on your shoulder. No words are exchanged when you're dragged away, a bruising grip on your forearm as you stumble out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

"Some fucking deja vu, huh?" your boyfriend fumes, basically shouting out his words without glancing at you to notice your struggles to keep up with his pace.

Lunatic Jungkook: Unlocked.

You trust sober Jungkook to not hurt you when he's angry, but after seeing him commit such a painful act, it's more than reasonable why you're currently terrified of him while he's high. To think you were so comfortable with him earlier because he's high. His calmness makes him all the more unpredictable, and you're unnerved when he shoves you inside a random bedroom. Some reversed deja vu.

"I'm going to ask you again: why the fuck did you come here?" The only attack is with his eyes that send daggers at you, but you keep your guard up in fear of what he'll do. You have to tread lightly.

"I was worried what would happen if I wasn't here with you." Honesty is your only approach in this instance because when he's glaring at you like that, it conveys that he doesn't want to hear any more of your ludicrous excuses.

He rolls his hand, gesturing you to continue. You're nervously forcing out your words, "I didn't, um... know how you would act around other women while you're on drugs when I'm not around." When his face falls into monotone, you defend yourself, still tense, "Last time, you kissed Soyeon and before that, another girl! I-I had my reasons..." Your voice grows smaller, just like how you feel under his gaze. Your eyes flicker to your shoes.

"And those shorts?"

At your silence, he takes a few steps towards you and leans into your face, slightly bending to level with your height. He tugs on the hem of your shorts harshly, emitting a flinch from you. You don't return his stare. "What the fuck are these? You're stupid enough to come here, but coming here in these shorts? Are you okay?" He taps your cheek, encouraging you to look up at him, but it's both humiliating and intimidating. "I know you're not a slut, baby, but why are you so adamant on acting like one?"

"I wanted to fit in," is your weak defence in a mumble, gaze still downcast. You shouldn't feel so ashamed.

"No, you told me you wanted to make sure I wasn't cheating," he counters. "Don't fucking twist things now. You didn't need to dress up to see if I was fucking someone else."

Your round eyes shoot up in panic at whatever he's insinuating, "I didn't want you to realize how paranoid I was."

"So this was your grand idea?"

"Ah," you groan, just wanting this argument to end already. You know what he's thinking: "I was stupid. I didn't learn my lesson, and I ended up hurting someone because I'm stupid."

You release a relieved breath when he gives you distance to sit on the twin sized bed. He's facing you as he says, "When I tell you not to do something, you don't do it. I'm not trying to dictate you, you understand that, right?" You meekly nod and clamp your mouth shut when he continues, "You pull this shit again, I'm going to hurt someone else again. Simple as that. I don't care if they did anything, I'll hurt them as long as it gets you to listen to me."

"Okay," you exhale, shyly walking between his legs at his beckon. You tower him, but it's not helping your confidence as he places his hands on your hips.

"Okay," he whispers back as he plays with the waistline of your shorts. A moment of silence passes, and you allow yourself to calm down enough to sit on his lap and lay your head on his shoulder. "I like the high school girl look better on you."

You sheepishly grin but decide not to respond for the safety of your friend. He pulls on your pantyhose and it slaps against your thigh when he releases it.

"Do you forgive me?"

"Can't stay mad at you," he murmurs before pecking your lips. It's you who leans back in to extend the kiss, and he responds gently. It ends when he chuckles, "Passive smoking, hm? You feeling okay?"

You nod and lock lips again, his hand soothingly rubbing the side of your thigh when you clasp your hands behind his neck. Maybe he's right, maybe you did get a buzz from the secondhand exposure, but it doesn't influence your actions as you lower one hand to his chest. It just happens to fall on his crotch.

"Mm," he pulls away with a suppressed laugh, "you're actually high? Your hands just got a mind of their own."

"Then tie them," you offer in a breath. His brows shoot up, but his surprise doesn't prevent him from unbuckling his belt singlehandedly.

"A bondage kink? Who are you and what did you do to my nerdy girlfriend?" His joke emits a small laugh from you but his smile falters once his belt is in his hand. "Take your shirt off first."

It's no longer a guess when you slip out of the turtleneck in a flash; you are under some spell when you stand and hold your wrists together. The leather grazes your skin and sends delighted tingles down your spine.

"I hope I'm not going fucking crazy and hallucinating this," you hear him whisper behind you. A laugh escapes you and interrupts his internal monologue, and the buckle is clasped. "Now for the shorts..."

He stands up, pressing himself against you and peeking from your shoulder to undo the button of your denim shorts. You can feel his erection grinding against you when he tugs them down to falll at your ankles. You step out of the garment and turn around. When he gets out of your way, he gestures you to lie down and your hands are pressing against your back when you do so.

You watch him take his short off before straddling you and leaning down for another kiss. It's merely foreplay; he cups your clothed pussy and runs his hand down up and down, prompting you to sigh into him. He bites your bottom lip just as he slips his fingers past your underwear, murmuring against your lips, "Can you take me right now?"

"I think so," you shy. "I want to."

"Good," he sighs and removes his hand to massage his erection while undressing you completely. "I think... this is a better lesson."

"For what?"

"You don't know?" he pushes the cup of your bra to pinch your nipple mercilessly, and he hears your pain through your small scream. "A guy got burnt for no reason then?"

"No, no, I know," you gasp when he twists your sensitive nub, "because I'm stupid and I shouldn't have ignored you." Your back lifts off the mattress when you clench your teeth to suppress another scream. Despite your bounds hands, it's him talking down on you that renders you submissive.

"Mhm," he's condescending in his speech, "he did something wrong, but so did you, right? This is just the consequences of your actions, isn't it?"

It's his stinging touch that makes you agree to whatever he says, and you whine, "Yes!"

That's the only confirmation he needs to push his jeans down to his thighs along with his briefs, and your now bare pussy shies away from his cock by bending your knees. He pushes your legs even closer to you, and your efforts went against your intention by exposing yourself to him completely now. "You're so pretty," he admires with slight awe, "but I can't be shallow... You don't deserve to treated well."

His words make you shutter; you didn't do anything that wrong, but you aren't courageous enough to voice your thoughts. Everything he's told you today have turned out right, so he knows better to make that call. You stay unresponsive, head turned to the side to avoid his fierce gaze.

"No, you should hurt as much as he did," he mutters to himself as he trails a finger down your folds. You shiver and his gaze travels to your shy one. "What? Are you scared?"

You are unconfident with your denial, "No."

"Look at me then."

It's with a deep inhale that you glance at him, and your breath is caught in your throat when he shoves himself inside. Your whimpers resound brokenly in the bedroom where the bass of the music drowns it out. You feel the vibrations, but it doesn't serve as a distraction and you're aware that Jungkook can pick up your pained noises. He's simply ignoring you, but you can't dwell on the thought when he lets you adjust for a few seconds only before ramming into you. Your whines aren't enough for him, after all, what's a better indication of pain than a scream of agony?

His thrusts are out of rhythm, but quick and rough nonetheless as his hands push you deeper into the mattress as if to hold you down before taking your nipple in his mouth—more specifically between his teeth to bite.

"Jungkook!" It's not a gentle bite, and you know it wasn't meant to be, but you try to squirm away nonetheless. Your flight instinct is futile because his strength overpowers yours, keeping you in place with his palms while you struggle and cry.

"No more, please!" You wail when he finally sits up, and he watches you bounce back and forth due to the force of his thrusts. It's so pleasing, especially your moans, but mixed with your bitching... it's irritating.

He grunts, the sound bordering on a growl before he says, "You deserve worse."

"I don't! I didn't do anything." Your protests fall on deaf ears, or rather ears that need you to shut up. He wraps his hand around your neck in a chokehold, daring you to speak with his grip as he moans through a bit lip.

"Your ass was hanging out in a room filled with men," he speaks in between moans while you gasp to catch your breath, sounds of pleasure getting suck in your throat when he slams deep enough to hit your sensitive spot. "You didn't listen to me! Ah..."

Your windpipe is getting crushed the tighter his grip gets, and your cheeks start to flush until he drops his hand to lift your hips, spanking you while you wheeze. "You want attention that bad?" His words are mere gasps when he starts to lose himself, now gripping your waist to match his thrusts for you.

"Only yours," you muster out as your eyes roll to the back of your skull, letting him do all the work while you get closer to your climax.

"Lying whore." He slaps your tit before completely concentrating on his release, inching closer and closer by the second teasingly. It builds up in his stomach, and his abs contract and tense while he pistons his cock inside you faster, not drained enough to get sloppy just yet. It's when a loud moan resounds in the room, reducing to pants with slow drags of his length. "God, yes..."

You feel it when he cums, painting your walls white and warming up your insides, and he rubs your clit so fast that it has you seeing stars in mere seconds. It's so quick, the high, and your moan is music to his ears; he's too spent to enjoy it any longer before he collapses next to you.

"Fuck, please let me tie you up again," he breathes while you recover from the euphoric sensation he brought you by twitching and seeing white. You're panting when his hand falls on your stomach.

"Please... I'll be nicer if you let me. Hm?"

[descendantsramblings]

Style Headcanons

So basically, I’m a big hater to the way the costume team worked on them. The whole “All Isle kids wear Leather” and “Auradon Kids always look like they’re on their first kid and on the way to the country club” thing drives me crazy. It sorta feels like they made costumes before giving them personalities (The leather on Carlos  and Evie feels like it clashes with their personalities. Lonnie’s dresses in the first movie doesn’t fit the personality we see, even though she didn’t have much of a personality until movie two. Audrey dressed like a thirty-four year old mother who just picked up her kid before going to the country club. Ben’s only good outfit was his swim trunks.) So here are some personal headcanons and pictures of what I imagine for them. (I started making them at 1am last night lol)

Villain Kids 

Evie

As someone raised to want to be a princess, she wants to dress like how she imagines a princess would.

She loves pastels and is no stranger to pairing pastel blue with a neutral red or bright white. 

The only pants she really wears are either athletic shorts or those little flowy elastic shorts, otherwise she’s all skirts.

She’s sorta a prep but not in the same way a character like Audrey would be. 

Evie has respect for most aesthetics, even though she doesn’t fully fit just one. However, she hates crocs and those little pastel shorts that white boys wear, she will announce it often.

Wouldn’t be caught dead in neon colors. 

owns a blue fur coat (it’s fake fur, obviously)

Carlos

Baby boy is a total softie

You know that one gay little sweater in movie one, that’s where they went right, more of that.

He’s into the soft boy aesthetic and only strays from it for formal wear

loves layering sweaters over button ups

Cuffed jeans, always because ya know, bisexual 

Owns a floral button up from Jay, normally he hates patterned button ups but it’s his favorite shirt. 

Loves striped sweaters, he owns about 6 variations of them in different colors (all include red, white, or black of course)

Jay 

In theory, Jay doesn’t really have one aesthetic, he’s willing to try on just about anything

Most of his clothing was bought by Evie or Carlos, especially his formal wear

The only clothes that Jay will buy for himself is athletic wear

He doesn’t really see the point of buy clothing that he can’t go straight to practice in. 

Still has the beanie,  but he owns one in just about every color to match it to his outfit.

Listen, we know Jay’s main color is yellow/gold, but why did we always see him with more red/blue in the movie? What type of snow white aesthetic were they trying to give him?

Jay owns a button up that he write on, he refuses to wear it actually buttoned though

Mal

She loves the grunge/alternative aesthetic, she thinks it makes her look more like she belongs to the Isle

She wouldn’t wear skirts until after she and Evie became friends, Evie bought her her first skirt (a purple plaid one) and she fell in love with it

Mal has a whole jewelry box of just chains, both necklaces and ones that attach to clothing 

Owns a pair of Demonia Swing-815 boots (black patent) and a pair of Demonia Camel-203 boots (holographic purple) 

100% owns one of those studded hot topic belts. 

Has a headband with little horns that symbolize her mother’s horns 

Instead of the leather half gloves from the movie, she has those little fishnet gloves and covers her hands in rings.

Uma

Her style is similar to Mal’s because if Mal is going to do something, Uma will do it better.

Uma only wore outfits that were super Fem and had skirts until Mal started doing it

Then it was Uma always wearing pants, because of her love for plaid skirts she owns a whole collection of plaid pants

the only jeans she owns are black or dark wash. 

Her first ever large purchase was a pair of Doc Marten 1460 Zip Tartan Lace up boots (they’re green, black, and blue plaid) 

She and Harry bought matching Doc Marten Jadon platforms (his are more shiny though)

Isn’t as into chains as Mal, more into chockers. 

Harry 

When the E-boy aesthetic came out, Harry was all over it 

Harry definitely has one of those chains with a little lock on it. 

I’d like to imagine he has baby gauges

the before mentioned platform doc martens, he definitely treats them like his baby

Even though Harry dresses like an e-boy,  he always has his pirate hat on

Definitely wears cloth masks as a fashion piece he actually would wear his in the pandemic though, unlike some people who wore them before but not for safety 

Harry is actually really good at graphic liner, he owns a gold, red, and white eyeliner to add color to the outfit if it’s mainly black

gold>silver 

Bought plaid pants because Uma did, he want’s to match with his captain

Gil 

As we know (maybe you don’t) it’s in the canon that Gil’s mother taught him to sew and he enjoys it. 

So Gil doesn't dress in one aesthetic or even close to being in one, he wants to try out everything, both making and wearing them.

He does stick to a monochrome color scheme though, mainly shades of brown with white or black thrown in. Sometimes he adds a little red or yellow though to “honor” Gaston

Most of his clothing is more comfortable than anything

Only owns three pairs of jeans, the rest are different types of pants (he loves corduroys) 

Owns a pants chain that harry bought him but he only really wears it when Harry and Uma are wearing one so he won’t feel left out on it. 

Dizzy 

Baby girl has seen the Isle steal the childhood innocence from people, she dresses in kidcore as a way to keep hers

Her outfits always has at least 4 different colors in it.

No stranger to neon colors, she has a pair of overalls that are neon rainbow and covered in gummy candy and she only wears them with a neon green tee, Evie and Carlos hate this outfits, Jay loves it because of the disappointment it brings to the two fashion fans 

Dizzy’s outfits in the movie were colorful obviously but they should have been just more over the top

She loves patterns and has no fear of pattern mixing

definitely owns some funky earrings, clay rings, and  statement necklaces

puts beads on her shoe laces, especially on her converse (they were white ones, she drew all over them) 

Auradon Kids 

Ben

Okay so Ben’s animated and movie outfits were bad, you can’t convince me of anything else

Why was Ben not dressed in the soft boy aesthetic? You’re trying to tell me that Belle’s son wouldn’t be a soft boy?

He has a jean jacket with his father’s beast symbol painted on the back

Absolutely loves graphic crewnecks, often layers them over collared shirts

He and Carlos go shopping together often in their free time

Lover of funky crew socks,  ones with paintings, patterns, logos, whatever. But his socks always match

After he and Mal started Dating, he bought a white jean jacket and let her paint it, he wears it all the time even though it didn’t match his original clothing, he bought more clothes in her color scheme to match it

He owns like 6 pairs of high top converse (light blue, yellow, white, navy, black, and Purple after getting the jacket back from Mal)

Chad

Listen, out of everyone he was the closest to how I imagined he should be, that being said, he had a little soft boy thing going on in some movies that I don’t think fit his personality

Polos and button ups are basically all he owns, but he does have some of those pastel simply southern esc graphic tees (Southern people probably know what I’m on about, all the guys who act like Chad at my school have like 5 of them each)

Owns 6 pairs of those horrid little southern boy pastel shorts in different shades of blue (plus 1 white pair)

Will not wear jeans, ever, the only pants he owns are khakis

All over the shirts that have logos embroidered into the shirt over the chest. 

Definitely gets asked if he’s on the way to golf/ the country club, the joke is that he is, he has to meet his father there after school

prep.jpg

Audrey 

Listen, I’m not an Audrey stan, but they did her so dirty in the first movie

She should have been the stereotypical mean girl outfit wise, I mean, mini skirts, all pastels

Owns a pink teddy coat, and a white one, she actually cares about if they get dirty though, takes good care of them

definitely has a collection of tennis skirts, pairs them with sweaters/crewnecks or blouses that have a slight puff to the sleeve

The type of girl to wear rufflely rompers on her birthday every year, pink, white, or baby blue obviously

loves those tiny shoulder bags

preppy and looks good in it. 

cropped polos and tube tops

Jane

This account is a Jane should have been cottage core/ fairy core fan page, her outfits were almost there, just not there, she’s literally a fairy but can’t use magic nor did they let her dress like one, I hate it here

Baby girl loves gingham and floral patterns, some of her dresses are a little more to her mother’s taste than hers (her mother bought them) but as long as it’s a pattern she likes she will wear it. 

Cardigans are her best friend, she owns one in multiple shades of pink and blue, plus a white one (all of her clothing fits a pastel pink/blue/white color scheme)

Babydoll dresses her a her favorite style of them (the one I put in the top right corner is what I imagine her birthday dress as) 

People try to mockingly ask if she’s on her way to a tea party/picnic (like they do with Chad and the country club) if the answer isn’t actually yes one of her friends still say yes, no one can be rude to her about it 

She owns a corset (Evie bought it for her, it made her nervous at first but she loves it) 

Owns kitten heels and flats mainly also two pairs of mary janes (in white and blue) 

has one of those little pearl purses that aren’t really useful but they’re cute 

Lonnie

Last but not least, our funky little lesbian (she is, Jay is just her emotional support queer man) Lonnie, she sticks to the teal, blue, and pink color scheme they gave her in movie one

She mainly wears sweats (or athletic clothing) otherwise it’s graphic tees tucked in (many of them are from the men’s section) 

Only wears sneakers, she has places to be but also collects them (also owns 1 pair of pink crocs, Evie tried to burn them)

Carlos and Ben talked her into wearing a collar shirt under a graphic tee once (they bought her a sleeveless button up which she hated at first) and now she does it anytime she wants to look like she put effort into her outfit. 

Wears a lot of necklaces and rings (she loves to layer necklaces, she thinks it makes her sweats look less boring) 

Uses a mini backpack instead of a purse, easier to carry more things.

Has two pairs of custom painted air forces. 

Hates wearing bracelets but always has to have a hair tie on her wrist so they don’t feel empty .

[funnylittlefella]

My problem with the fashion in miraculous.

Part 1 Marinette.

This is going to be a long rant on why I don’t like the fashion in miraculous, which seems very negative but it’s probably just me over analyzing everything.

In 2015 Miraculous: tales of ladybug and chat noir was released, at the time there were already other rivaling cartoons (such as Star vs the forces of evil, Steven Universe and Gravity falls being the most popular ones) What made Miraculous stand out from other cartoons that were aimed for kids/preteens was the 3D animation, this made the show quite popular, especially since Disney's new 3D animated films such as Frozen, Tangled and Big Hero Six was quite popular especially on tumblr (because of the re-colours and redesigns of Rapunzel/Elsa and whoever else into a hipster or some other god awful fashion trend from 2010-2016)

Miraculous is STILL airing today meaning that when I was in grade 6 I was watching it, now I'm in my last year of highschool and we are finally seeing development in the show (sorry) however we have not seen any character changes in clothing which I know we don't see much but I feel as if Marinette wears the same 4 outfits and I WOULD LOVE to see a storyline where Marinette is maturing and decides to change her hairstyle and her clothing choices.

Lets analyse Marinette's everyday outfit.

Marinette wears a white singlet top(tank top?) with a black outline/trim, on the singlet top we see a flower design that appears to be a cherry blossom or lotus. Over the top of the shirt she wears a dark grey blazer jacket with a white inside with pink polka dots, she sports this same material but inverted so it is pink with white dots on her purse. For the bottoms she wears hot pink jeans which appear to have the same polka dot pattern on the cuffs as the jacket she wears, the jeans also have some weird ripped/line structure too them which has been added with a white stitching. She wears baby pink ballet flats with a slight heel and black lining and a bow.

I don’t really like this outfit, it’s very boring and I think that Marinette being an aspiring fashion designer would wear something bold that shows off her skills and her own personal style. I also believe that Marinette would be on trend, while being ladybug could potentially leave her with not enough time to come up with new designs, I think it would be a good concept for Marinette to be wearing a new design once in a while. (Even though I know it will be the same polka dot,baby pink, flower fabric that marinette seems to have 10000 yards of.)

For example, in Gravity Falls Mable would wear a different sweater each episode (don’t quote me on that I could be wrong)

Mabel wore the same structure of outfit each episode yes, but it was new each time. And while I wouldn’t consider this the height of fashion, it suits Mabels personality and shows that she is different from the other characters who wear the same outfit every episode.

SPOILERS FOR GRAVITY FALLS

Mabels constant changing of sweaters shows the chaos of her character, you never know what to expect with her, which is why she played a vital role in Bills plan, she was unpredictable and let her ego and own happiness succumb to her chaotic actions.

This would be an easy concept to implement into miraculous and would fit with the context, perhaps Marinette would make a new piece of clothing to wear each episode, it could start off with smaller accessories that slowly develop into larger pieces. If Marinette is sad, it could reflect in the item she chooses to make.

However that isn’t the main problem of the outfits, my problem is that I hate them, I’m not judging you if you like them in any way,shape or form, but personally I cannot see a normal teenager wearing these outfits, there is only few characters whose outfits actually make sense.

For example, Marinettes outfit feels more mature, as if she is working in an office, this does not fit her character at all, and while the colours are bright, the structure and presentation of the pieces gives off the boring dull feeling of working in an office and makes her look much older.

Now here is what I would’ve liked Marinette to wear each season. (considering the dates of releases)

Season 1 2015

In season one we are introduced to Marinette, considering Marinettes age 13. Bare with me, I understand these years are arguably the worst for fashion.

The reason why I picked this outfit is because it reminds me of Marinette, Taking inspiration from 2015 trends, we see Marinette following basic trends such as off the shoulder and denim materials, however, I believe she would add her own style by adding the polka dot pattern to the inside of the jacket (like her original blazer) and the skirt. This look is generally what I would consider to be basic Marinette, she could wear this throughout each season since it is a outfit that could fit into any time frame (2000s-2020) with a few alterations.

Season 2 2016.

2016 was also not a good year for fashion but oh well I digress. This season we get to meet new characters, including new miraculous wielders and love interest. This is also when we get a Marinette birthday episode shower her growth symbolically or whatever.

I decided to add ‘edge’ to this outfit, since we do see Marinette get hurt in a few episodes and struggle with having to choose the right people to wield a miraculous. on the left, I chose a bomber jacket since they were incredibly popular at the time, and dark heels to show Marinettes change, however underneath she wears bright pink jeans and a white turtleneck, this is to show that she is still soft and caring.

Season 3 2019.

this is where it gets much better since the trends and fashion were actually really good this year. We see a lot of important points in this season, we get backstory about characters, learn more about the Miraculous lore, AND we see Marinette be very mature and put Adrien and Kagamis happiness over her own.

This is how I think Marinette would dress and yes they are 4 very different styles, but I think that she would want to show variety not only in her work as a designer, but also as a person, Marinette wants to grow.

Anyways that’s all for now, yes this post is very much all over the place and I start point and leave them without conclusion, but it was fun for me.

EDIT: in my research I decided to change my idea lol, Marinette doesn’t wear the item she makes because it’s too expensive to have a character wear a new outfit each episode, but instead we just see her making a new item.

[princessofprocrastination]

You Live In Sweatpants And Hoodies (GeorgeNotFound)

MASTERLIST

pairing : georgenotfound / george x influencer!reader. 

summary : george and your fans realize that under all the sweaters, you have a body. 

a/n : if you are wondering what dress i was talking about, search up jennie short black dress :)

before social media, you studied law and got a degree in it but ended up not using it due to your social media career sky rocketing. 

but you never thought studying was a waste, that could be your backup, after all. social media doesn’t last forever. and you were ready to accept any difficulties since you knew you had plan b. 

you, till this day, could not describe what you do on social media. it started with tiktok. everything nowadays started with tiktok. but you were one of the first people who was on it. 

and then tiktokers would make their way onto youtube to sustain their “career” and grow. so that’s what you did. you never abandoned that app, though. especially not now, everyone on that app is seriously hilarious. 

your content on youtube was all over the place. once, for a video, you talked to weird men on omegle and tinder. another time, you would try different aesthetics on yourself. 

but here’s the catch, you’ve never really worn revealing clothes. your mum had always told you to never deprive yourself from what she says “fun young girl things” which is dressing up, or down, in her say and go have fun with your friends. 

but since the pandemic hit, you have had no where to go anyways, and you never really liked to show off your body. it’s not that you felt uncomfortable doing it, it’s just that you’ve never had the reason to. 

you also didn’t grow up girly. you hated dresses, especially short and tight dresses. and you weren’t a fan of wearing shorts either. you always opted to go comfy. 

whenever you post a tiktok, you always wore your signature hoodie and sweatpants that were clearly sizes too big for you. but you liked it, it’s comfortable to sleep in. 

and whenever you had to pan down to show your outfits on youtube, you were always caught wearing jeans and a baggy shirt, just styled differently, according to the aesthetic of the video you were filming for. 

you heard your phone ring from the couch. you picked it up, knowing who it was anyways. “morning, cutie.” you stared. 

“morning b.” george greets you, hair everywhere, clearly just woken up. 

you and george met on tiktok, just like all good friends do. he had duetted a tiktok of yours and you found him hilarious. you quickly followed him on every single social media platform he was in. you even set an alarm in case he ever streams and you’re asleep. 

you two are close. some would say you two are dating, but you two haven’t figured it out yet. you two didn’t really want to disclose it anyways, you two knew your not so secret feelings for each other, anyways. 

remember when he called you ‘b’? yeah that stands for ‘bub’. he thought it would be cute for him to have a different nickname than the usual “baby” or “babe”. 

you two actually live very near each other, making it way easier as a couple, but since england was put into a quarantine order, you two didn’t meet often. 

some would probably ask why you’d have to set an alarm when he streams when you two clearly are in the same timezone? well, that boy had no sense of time and a terrible sleeping schedule. it amazed you at how early he got up today. 

that facetime call lasted about half an hour before you told him you needed to stream on twitch today, to which he responded to you that he’s watch it later. 

today, you had a surprise. for the world. you can’t believe you even thought about this but it was about time you showed off to the world what assets you’ve been blessed with. 

speaking of showing off. no, you weren’t a particularly insecure person, you were just comfortable in the clothes you’re in. but celebrating the long time you’ve been on social media, and it being your birthday, you thought it might be fitting. 

george and you agreed to not make anything special about your birthday. you hated parties and large gatherings, and since you were still in the middle of a pandemic, you used that as an excuse to not go out. 

you spent the longest time searching for a good enough outfit for this day. and you found it. you decided to pick a pretty simple dress, a black short dress that went to your mid thigh, that showed off your waist, spaghetti strapped and a little backless. 

you walked out the shower, your robe on as you walked to your bathroom counters to dry your hair. you didn’t really bother to style it, just leaving you straight long hair down. 

you put on the most basic white sneakers you could find to still make it casual, and you thought it went well together, anyways.

you finished you makeup and took a good look at yourself. you had been aware that you only wore baggy clothes, so this was a huge change. you twirled yourself, feeling confident. 

you couldn’t wait for people to have heart attacks. 

you sat on your gaming chair, getting ready to start your stream. 

before you started your stream, you made sure you left your facecam turned off first. 

you went live. chat was confused since this was the first time that you’re not on facecam. all they could see at the moment was the caption “IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!” that you typed on your notes app on your computer.

“hi, chat.” you said, to calm them down a little. 

you heard your phone go off, a text notification. which you knew was george since he had a special notification ping on your phone. 

it said “did you forget to turn on your cam?” 

you laughed at that. “no, chat, i haven’t forgotten to turn on my facecam, just wait for a sec, please.” 

you felt giddy, excited for the reactions. 

instead of wearing your cute cat headphones, you wore your airpods instead to get the whole look going. 

you let out a sigh before moving your mouse cursor to linger on the ‘start recording camera’ button. you clicked on it, before moving your chair back to fully say hi to your chat. 

you brought your hands up to wave to the camera. you tilted your head slightly. “soooo, it’s my birthday.” you said. 

chat was going crazy so you stopped reading them so you wouldn’t get a headache. the donations went crazy too, but you tried your best to read them all. 

you thanked the people who subscribed to you or gifted you subs. 

“360 of this dress? sure, i’ll give you a twirl.” you replied a dono. 

you stood up, and rolled your gaming chair away so that they can see your whole outfit. you spun around once, quickly telling them where you got the dress from. 

you tried to hold your foot on one hand, balancing yourself to show them that you could go casual in this dress too. 

what you noticed was that, your phone hadn’t stopped beeping from a text notification, which belonged to the one and only georgenotfound. 

and since maybe he noticed that you won’t check your phone, he sent a donation instead. 

“WHAT THE FUCK.” the monotoned voice read out the donation, which was from george. 

you facepalmed, knowing exactly what his reaction is like at home. 

“I’M COMING OVER.” the voice said again. you laughed at his antics. 

“see you then.” you replied, laughing, knowing he was joking around anyways. 

-

GEORGE’S POV 

she thinks i’m joking, isn’t she? 

well, she gave me her spare key for a reason, and this would be the best reason. 

i knew i wanted to come around anyways. just after her stream. i promised her no going out, but not no gifts and ordering in. 

sneaky, i know. 

i had a plan brewing in my mind. to walk in her house as quietly as possible, to surprise her. 

after seeing her in that dress, i don’t think i can stand our fans not knowing we aren’t dating. 

i know, i haven’t really asked her out, but we kinda both agreed that there was no use, knowing each other’s feeling was good enough and that we didn’t need to do anything extravagant. 

i don’t know what she’s tell her fans but i’m sure i hadn’t disclose our relationship. the fans shipped us, sure, but i don’t think i’ve ever said it out loud. 

we knew we’d have to say it someday. so i thought, why not today? as i surprised her at her own house. 

her fans watching her stream are tweeting at me like crazy. no one had seen her like that. she practically lives in sweats and hoodies, constantly. 

the most fitting thing i’ve seen her wear is skinny jeans, but she would always wear a baggy top with it. people always say she drowns in her clothes, but i never complained, she looked good either ways. 

but seeing her in that dress, damn. i needed to be there and hug her, kiss her. i couldn’t wait to see her in that dress, right in front of my eyes. 

our observant fans or close friends have asked if she dresses the same at home, and my answer always stayed the same. that she lives in baggy clothes. 

there are some creepy people out there who would ask that question in a sexual way. thinking i’ve seen her in less. but truthfully, i haven’t. we’re not pass that stage, and we prefer it this way. 

what the fans see is what i see on the daily, too. 

and no, me going to her house to see her more clearly in that dress doesn’t mean we’re doing anything. i just want to observe her beauty. see what she’s hid from me. 

-

YOUR POV

chat was going crazy over george’s donation. but you still laughed it off. it’s all a joke anyways, him coming over. 

he was coming over later, after noon, so he wouldn’t just drop everything to see you right now. 

“geez. chill out, chat, george was joking.” you told them. 

you sat on your gaming chair more comfortably as you started playing a couple rounds of among us with your fans. you told them not to cheat and watch your stream as they’re playing ad lucky you, they listened. 

for some reason, your chat still kept blowing up with george comments. maybe they were still caught up on that comment he said earlier. 

but you hadn’t thought that he’d be behind you the entire time, telling the chat to not make it obvious. 

“happy birthday, b” you heard a very familiar voice from behind you. 

you almost had a whiplash from how quick you turned your head to see who was behind you. 

you stood up to hug him, almost falling to the floor, stumbling on your own feet.

with the way you ran to him, he almost fell to the floor. “you’re here, you’re here.” you kept repeating it to him, not believing that he actually came. you knew he’d come later, but not this early. 

george moved you back gently to see your full outfit. you two were aware that the facecam is still on, and pointing to you two, seeing every move. 

“come here.” he whispered to you before grabbing your waist, to kiss you. 

you two took a little while enjoying each other’s company, still in front of everyone on twitch. 

he moved you back a little, turning you to face your gaming monitors. “MY GIRLFRIEND, EVERYBODY. isn’t she so hot, oh my god.” he said to the stream. 

you laughed at his stupid antics, covering your face with your hands as you blushed. 

your chat didn’t stop talking about the interaction, not believing that their ship was finally sailing. 

you played a couple more rounds of among us with them, george taking over sometime or making funny comments to entertain your chat while you played. 

after the stream, george and you took time to enjoy the time alone, ordering in your favourite food and opening gifts that he bought you. 

you forgot to mention that both of your twitter was blowing up too much that you had to mute it for a while. you knew that a lot had screenshot the cute moment. 

you took note to screenshot some of the photos on twitter later. 

[jiminrings]

umm maybe this is me projecting bc i am messaging you during my break but for a drabble request, yoongi in a retail setting???? 😐😐😐😐 oc could either be a co-worker or a regular customer who asks too many questions 😔😌

retail-type beat

drabble week: day three

drabble week masterlist

pairing: customer!yoongi x retail worker!reader

wordcount: 3k

glimpse: "hi! almost thought you were hiding from me for a second. anyways, is this sweater wool or cotton?"

feedback + support mean the world to me!!

the last time you checked, work doesn’t start until nine

you kNEW it doesn’t start until 9 in the morning, so clearly that’s why you’re just wearing slides instead of your sneakers

the company uniform is either black or purple (it has to be from what the store is selling though so you can get to choose) with of course!!!! a lanyard!!!!

and you know this, because you’re still wearing your slides from home because it isn’t opening time yet

“goddamn it, i forgot to bring my slippers,” jin moans the moment he walks to see you, looking down on your feet that only reminds him he’d be stuck in his cool yet painfully uncomfy sneakers

he’s probably the only co-worker that you’re truly close with, not feeling the urge to sell him just to get a free day

“i told you to get the sneakers that nurses use!!”

hands-down one of the best purchases you’ve ever made

retail’s hard and it’s not exactly the best-paying job!!! thankfully the franchise owner is a bit more generous so that’s why you get slightly-higher hourly pay

“i would if they looked a little more seasoned,” jin snorts and stubbornly crosses his arms, “i might sacrifice my pride and buy some compression socks.”

OOOOOH THOSE ARE GOOD TOO

makes you feel like ur walking on air

but lol no seokjin isn’t ready to buy those just yet

he’ll settle on some blisters and putting salonpas patches because they look cooler that way, thank u very much <3

jin yawns, talking about finding a steam iron somewhere to replace a blowdryer so he could break in his shoes

“you wipe the glass this time.”

oh right he absolutely hates wiping down the glass — even before opening!!! even when there aren’t any grubby kids that would soil it instantly with their equally as grubby hands

you don’t mind it honestly

you might honestly like it

you prefer wiping the glass a hundred times over than steaming clothes

there is nOT a single thought in your head when you spray on the solution to the glass, rag and squeegee tucked between your fingers when-

maybe you should’ve hOLY FUCKING SHIT

it’s not opening!!!! it is nOT nine o’clock in the morning!!!!

you know that the shop you’re working in is pretty fucking famous and it’s located on one of the most populated streets ever BUT THERE’S ALREADY SOMEONE

although the bucket hat seems familiar from a distance and-

oh it’s just yoongi

yoongi?

yoongi’s already here????

:O

yoongi, the guy in question, is an always customer!!

no, not a regular customer — an always customer

he comes every week and maybe even twice within that period

he’s a nice talkative customer who likes asking questions and even occasionally guides the other customers on what to buy and where to find it

he’s yoongi!!! of course that’s expected of him

he’s been going here long since you ever started working here, and jin keeps iNSISTING that he’s been here more frequently since you started like a year ago

but doesn’t he come at eleven in the morning?

“woah, yoongi’s already here? — doesn’t he come at eleven in the morning?”

?!!?!!

“i was just thinking the exact same thing.”

jin bangs the glass with his fist and you automatically wince and frown

you dO like cleaning the glass panes!! you didn’t say you liked cleaning them a second time :(

“YOONGI!”

“YES??”

you push jin’s fist away to wipe at the smudge his hand left

“IT’S NOT OPENING YET!”

“I KNOW!!”

wow they’re uh

they’re really loud

sometimes you forget how seokjin could be since it’s been awhile since you heard him yell

lol no one’s been shoplifting recently so you haven’t been hearing him

a mind-blowing idea is for jin to come outside and talk to him in a normal talking voice, so your ears would stop ringing

“HEY! WHAT IF YOU JUST ENTER EARLY IN?”

“REALLY? IS THAT EVEN ALLOWED??”

"YOONGI, EVERYONE ON THE FLOOR KNOWS YOUR NAME. NAMJOON EVEN GAVE YOU A CUSTOMARY BIRTHDAY GIFT, AND WE DON'T GIVE CUSTOMARY BIRTHDAY GIFTS TO ANY OTHER CUSTOMER!!"

namjoon, who technically should be called mr. kim because no one really thinks to call the franchise owner with their government first name, is actually pretty cool

but he's too busy these days and haven't been visiting because he's too busy tending to his newly-opened coffee shop

as if the money he earns from opening his franchise in a day alone isn’t enough :0

"IF YOU SAY SO?"

you’re the one who hikes up the roll-up door in the slightest, enough for only yoongi to enter and not encourage anyone else to nOT enter when it’s still not opening time!!!!

he only has to crouch a little but he still has to dust his thousand-dollar pants as if he crawled through mud

his cream-colored slacks with a large black hoodie that has a giant bear embroidered on the middle of it and mules

... you don't hate his outfits

pretty cute, actually

it's yoongi!!

you'd never catch him lacking!!!

you don't even have to envision him rocking the shit out a paper bag

one time, he came in the store wearing the WRINKLIEST brown linen jumpsuit that no iron could possibly fix and he still pulled it off

toon-teen-ten!

oh god that’s the sound of the intercom

and the sound of the intercom equates to jungkook

... as in jeon jungkook who’s the floor manager and his constant top one goal for every month is to endearingly annoy seokjin

he’s young and mischievous!! but if you were to ask him, only you and jungkook are the people in this floor he’d actually get drinks with outside the shop

“seokjin come to the lingerie department right now, please.”

you see the thing is :D

“now this is just funny

there’s walkie-talkies for everyone here!! jungkook likes intercoms, and seokjin like yelling!!

“WHY ME AGAIN?? I’VE ALREADY FOLDED-“

“there’s a literal rat and i need yOU to catch it!! you know that i hate rodents!!”

him and jungkook are forever gonna be on this eldest-youngest brother dynamic and while jungkook pouts and shared the extras that he gets, jin is the one who kills the bugs :D

10/10 totally fair

fine then!! he’ll catch that goddamn rat

that leaves you and yoongi. alone.

“why did you come so early this time?”

you ask out of courtesy, genuinely baffled too because you know that yoongi’s a creature of habit

yoongi’s eyes pop out, head fervently shaking no

“i’m typically not the type to do that, no.”

???

is he-

are you-

are you both talking about the same thing

yoongi’s face flushes in embarrassment, his mind just then registering what you were actually saying

“o-oh! it’s because last night, i dreamt of the sweater i saw here last week!!"

oh right

typical :D

"need me to find it for you or do you already know the aisle?"

you align the folded shirts by the corners as you pass, looking at yoongi briefly while he trails behind yoh

“not unless you pulled it out already."

he's hoping that dear god you haven't

the black sweater with the moon aND buildings on it and when you turn on the flash, the windows of said building reflect it right back???

he SHUDDERS just by thinking about it

it’s gonna go with everything!!! an instant boost of serotonin every time he sees it

"for you, yoongi?" you shake your head, a small smile on your face that he only sees every once in a while, "i'd comb through the entire stock room."

wait

that’s sweet :((

“i’ll hold you to that.”

you know what??? you're less cranky when it's only him, and a couple of hundred people less

your smiles aren't for customer-service and you don't have misplaced clothes hanging from your shoulders and your walkie-talkie isn't talking in latin

or when no one’s asking you to reach something from the top shelf

or when you’re on the way to the intercom because a kid got separated from their mother

or when someone’s approaching for a refund for a shirt who has a stain that’s 100% no doubt customer error

his feet immediately move on its own because he’s memorized the outline of this too many times

there it is!!!

the sweater he’s dreamt about is already on his hands, only a handful few left

the piece is considerably more expensive than majority of the items here, so that’s why they’re all spaced-out instead of being clustered altogether

yoongi rarely goes to the dressing room, regardless if it's a full-house or not!!

he could just look at an item and immediately tell that it’s made for him ta know

he's beyond sure that this sweater fits him perfectly, but he may want to be here a little longer

yoongi may have say inside one of the fitting rooms and spent a little time in it just to sit on the chair inside, not fitting the sweater at all

he's gotten his item SO quick and he wished he could've just walked slower or pretended to not know where it was!!!

he wants to spend a little more time here

you don't hate yoongi!!! but sometimes he could just be... yoongi

he's quite talkative and strikes it whenever, making you unguarded

he could be overbearing but like an overbearing kind of nice

yoongi’s nice!! he’s the type to ask a lot of questions sure, but he’s also the type that would point the other customers what to buy and where to find it

he’s the type to find an obvious faulty stitch on a shirt, but he’d just quietly exchange it instead of asking for the manager

he’s the type you wouldn’t want to stand behind in line because it would take a long time for him to finish, but he’s also the same one who buys giftcards with generous amounts for family and friends

yoongi’s kind of cool and that’s cemented on your mind

"what do you got for me?"

he materializes out of nowhere, spooked because you thought he already ringed up and was out of the store already

it just happens to be ten minutes before opening and you’re doing last-minute arrangements on a new spread

well, yoongi most certainly is still here and his attention’s piqued

“we have... a new collection."

you clear your theory, awkwardly gesturing because you’re more than aware that yoongi hasn’t seen this either

“yeah, i know that. but like, what's going on??" he gestures to the displays and racks, squinting his eyes, "what's the theme? what's the material?"

:O

uhm you haven't read the brief about this

you aren't even sURE if there is one!!

doesn't everyone make up something on the spot in retail

or atleast that’s what seokjin tells you

“the theme," you clear your throat, scratching your temple before gesturing towards the full rack, "is everything."

“everything?

yoongi’s eyebrow is raised, not expecting that answer at all

you look back to the new feature, and nOW that you think about it,, there's no cohesion at all

“y-yes. the shop was going for the theme of uhm, everything... all at once — yeah, that's it. everything all at once."

it’s a nice way to put it when not one bit of the new collection goes together

“hmmmm. i like it,” yoongi nods solemnly and tilts his head, “and the material?"

"the material?"

you repeat, eyesight not the best so you can’t really tell anything off the bat or uh aNYTHING really

"t-the material is shirt."

they're all shirts!!! that’s it

yoongi grimaces in disgust, the first time you’ve seen of it

“what?? you can't say that.”

he outsretches his hand to the nearest article, holding it up by the hanger

"this, right here, is satin. see how it shines like silk, but doesn't feel like silk?"

uhm yes

you have a gist of what he’s saying but yes

yoongi picks up a pink button shirt this time, flipping it inside out

"this, is silk charmeuse. look at the inside, is it smooth?"

okay where is he going with this

he urges you to put your hand on the fabric and uhhh you didn't sign up for this???

it looks smooth, sure!! end of discussion

"yea-..."

“it's not. it's rough. it is smooth, but it's dull. silk charmeuse is still silk, but the backing it has is different from the lustrous part."

okay yoongi

you’re starting to feel uncomfortable and it has to do something with the tone he’s using on you

“can't believe you didn't know that!! how about this," he plucks out a shirt with a tiny print at the middle of it, "cotton or polyester and rayon?"

"i don't-"

there’s an itch in your neck that you want to scratch, a tell-tale sign that you just wANT to remove yourself from this situation

“come on!! it's a dead giveaway!!"

:((

why is he being like this?

toon-teen-ten!

“y/n, panty section please. jin almost got bit by a mouse and he needs comforting. two minutes until opening, people!!"

jungkook speaks at the right moment, and jin’s little incident is enough of a reason for you to bolt

yoongi's still looking at you but you can't afford to embarrass yourself further

“bye. happy shopping."

huh?

yoongi’s face falls when you leave as cold as that!! typically when you were going to show him out (when it’s regular shop hours), there’d be a smile :((

there's not even a customer service smile :(((

yoongi goes to the only cashier that's open so far and it happens to be far away from you and a teary seokjin

seokjin's fine he didn't even get bit!! that much he could say

but are you okay? uhhh you kinda went cold on him by the end and he thought he started on a good note

yoongi doesn't visit for another week and you don't find yourself counting the days until you meet him again

you did not have a devil wears prada moment where anne hathaway has an epiphany for fashion knowledge

you just felt belittled at a job that isn’t exactly what you wanted anyways

needed, yes. but wanted? not exactly

you know that basic knowledge about clothes is required in a retail job like this and you have it!! you do!!!!

you’d know more if only there were actual available resources for employees to know!!! nobody besides yoongi asks anyways

you’d know if you have time to yourself and aren’t working two jobs trying to make ends meet and tHEN you could pull up a book or something!!!

you’d know if your life is as lax as yoongi’s and could have the budget to buy new things for yourself every single week

“jin, i need to ask you something.”

he hums as called, looking at you briefly until you get on with it

“do you know the difference between silk and silk charmeuse?"

he shrugs casually while you're sitting inside one of the closed-off fitting rooms to catch a break, sharing a burger because the store’s packed-packed

why did you ask him? it’s too easy

“one's made by worms, and the other's a pokémon."

that,.,., could not possibly be righti* it brings you a laugh and you honestly don’t even try to correct him

it’s 11:15 and you kNOW it’s time to resume your shift, straightening your shirt because atleast one (1) person would hound you when they see a familiar red lanyard

oh you’re hounded alright

“hi! almost thought you were hiding from me for a second.”

yoongi????

oh

you haven’t seen him for a week and you don’t know what to feel in all honesty

"anyways, is this sweater wool or cotton?"

wow

you're quite speechless as he holds up the item

really?

this thing all over again???

why are you even surprised

the only thing that yoongi gets your customer service smile, fishing your hand from inside the sweater to show him

“70% wool."

that's it???

NO GOOD MORNING????

you're mad at him, aren't you?

he knew it :((

he knew something was wrong but he just didn’t know what

he’s gonna fix this!! he will

which is why the very next day, he takes the day off from his work and comes to the store at a time he knows you’d surely be there

you're on cashier duty and you like it actually :D

you have an option to sit and the way you’re just gonna scan pricetags (and occasionally enter the code if it doesn’t work) is really appealing

“good morning!"

you’re about to grab the items from the basket laid on the counter and your eyes could only see the very familiar hand

the same one you’ve seen go through racks and racks

yoongi??

he sets his items one by one, buying himself more time

the first one is the same exact sweater he came to wait for before opening

“you already bought this."

you tell him even before you could hold it back, looking back at him briefly before you scan the tag

“i know. i just wanted to see you."

oh

oh

yoongi threw a bunch of other items (individually) so it would be a longer talk, but you scan each item quickly that he’s grabbing things from the counter

hand sanitizer!!! hair ties!!! keychains!!!! yeah he needs them

“i'm sorry that i tend to spring shit on you most of the time. you don't need to know the difference between silk and silk charmeuse."

you only chuckle then, a meek smile on your face

"it's okay, yoongi.”

“it's not."

... it’s not?

yoongi fidgets, opening and closing his mouth like he’s nervous!!! he’s never had his credit card cancelled but he could only feel that this type of jitterness is more than the former

“can i make it up to you? no lanyards, no baskets, no customer service?? i don't wanna fuck things up with you."

“don't feel obligated-"

“i know i could be a condescending ass who expects people to automatically know fabric and whatnot, but i wanna make it up to you."

alright yoongi’s a really good apology-maker

you mIGHT be even flustered a little

“you're holding the line, yoongi.”

“i cleared my schedule."

“i haven’t!!!!!” - guy in the back

“dinner at my place at 8. i-i promise to make your hard-earned break after your shift worthwhile!!!"

hmmm

maybe that wouldn’t hurt

“okay. just because you're holding the line."

“fine by me."

:))

yoongi transfers all the items he bought, all but one, to his tote bag

he hands back the paper bag to you, scribbling his address on the back of the receipt before he does

he lingers a little while at the counter, the people behind him ALREADY switching lanes to the one seokjin’s just opened beside you

it's the sweater that he has too

yoongi scratches the back of his head, this time being the meek one

“what? m-matching sweaters for our first date. s'cute."