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ickymichi · 3 years

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𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐈 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

<3 warning: none really! just slight mentions of nsfw but nothing brutal, swearing, v slight angst, mentions of insecurity.

<3 things to know!: set in the timeskip, unless i’m like ‘this was back in high school’. (implied female) reader and issei are in an established relationship.

<3 summary!: headcannons i have about issei and his appearance/body. :)

<3 a/n: see i genuinely had no idea what to call this. like it’s headcannons that i have about issei’s appearance/body?. and also to make some of the things named more normalised and to make ppl see how attractive they make ppl. reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

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𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒: listen to this okay. issei with freckles on his shoulders. beautiful i know. but just imagine it. those nice broad shoulders with thousands of freckles scattered across them from years of tanning and getting sunburned on the beach while on holidays or just from the numerous summers he spent in your backyard getting a tan. just running your hands across them seeing how some of them connected to form a bigger one. he always tells you it tickles. but never says stop. also in summer he gets them on his face from the sun.

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒: he definitely had them on like the part of his back where his arm meets his shoulders, on the under side of his biceps and definitely got some on his ass cause boy got cake. but he’s insecure about them and used to hate wearing tank tops cause you could see them. but you told him how much you love them and how cool they look. now mf thinks he’s hot shit (as he should) and walks around your house in them or just shirtless. if you have some to he would literally always be telling you how attractive it is. literally constantly.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑: he definitely is on the hairier side. like he got hairy ass legs let me tell you, but it thins out when it gets to his thighs a bit. definitely waxes or shaves his ass idc idc, was scared from this one time he was watching porn and it just got a shot of the guys hairy ass and he was disgusted. but also he got like, not a lot to where he has to constantly wax it, but a nice amount of chest hair, like it’s only on his pecs not on his stomach you know?. side story!: it was like, two months after you started dating and you were having a movie night at his and you were staying over. makki convinced, i mean convinced him you were going to have sex for the first time. so issei being afraid you’d think his chest hair is unattractive he booked a chest wax and made makki come with him. he recorded the whole thing and showed you two years later, big bad matsukawa issei himself, screaming from pain and nearly breaking makki’s hand with the grip he had on it. end of side story :). his happy trail? pheww that shit idky it’s just attractive to me for some reason. also has a bit of stubble but he shaves it cause of one time in third year he was just really lazy that week and didn’t shave and when the four of them went to go to the cinema on saturday oikawa said: “who’s uncles coming our way?”. from then on he never goes out with to them without shaving beforehand. if you tell him you find it attractive he’d grow it out a small bit just to see your reaction. but if you said you don’t like it he’d do it anyway to annoy you.

𝐀𝐂𝐍𝐄: high school issei definitely had acne. not like major but had some on his cheeks and his back. he hated it sm cause all his friends never had a problem with it. until you told him it doesn’t matter if he has it for not he’s still seggsy as fuck. now timeskip issei? not as much. he made sure to start taking care of his skin halfway through high school. that is until masks became a thing, poor guy has a love hate relationship with them now.

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆: listen, issei eats. mf has the biggest appetite you’ve ever seen. ceo of “you eating that?”. every time you see him on the couch he either has a bag of crisps, chocolate, popcorn, leftovers from last night or a takeout he ordered in his lap. man just loves food (i relate ‘sei dw). but all that eating makes boy bloat like crazy. like, he has a fast metabolism so mf never gains weight that much🙄. but he could literally eat half a sharing bar of chocolate and suddenly he’s eight weeks pregnant. also, he didn’t know what bloating was until you finished a movie night and mf took half the popcorn, had his own bag of jellies and three of the small multipack chocolate bars. so when he undressed for his shower and caught a glimpse of his stomach that normally only has a bit of pudge, pushed out to where it looks like he gained weight over night he has a stroke. this how shiz went down:

“(Y/N)!!” you literally sprinted to the bathroom thinking he fell or sum. “what issei? what happened?!”. “have i, have i always been this big?” “what? you look like you always do”. the distressed noise he let out along with him fake stumbling and grabbing the counter had you confused. “i look pregnant! what do you mean i always look like this? we’re getting a treadmill or at home gym or whatever i need to get back to how i was. good lord i really let myself go.” he ran a hand across his face while rubbing his stomach and looking in the mirror. then it hit you. “oh my god you fucking idiot, you do realise how much shit you are right? your just bloated.” “bloated? the fuck is that?”. you then spent the next fifteen minutes sitting on the toilet seat explaining what bloating was while he showered.

𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇: i just know baby don’t got teeth that look like a fresh set of veneers. and it’s not like they crazy crooked, just slightly that you barley notice unless you’re up close and stare at his mouth. but because he’s always looking at himself it’s the first thing he sees. this leads to him covering his mouth whenever he laughs and only slightly smirking or lifting his mouth to a small closed lip smile when he’s told to smile. everytime he has to take a picture with his family one of his auntie who’s taking it shouts: “smile issei!” every time. and he always says: “i am though”which leads to his getting pinched in the side by his mother and her telling him: “fucking smile properly before i whoop your ass” through gritted teeth while she smiles brightly herself. he grew to not care as much when, you again, told him you love his smile when he threw his head back instead of covering his mouth when you told him a funny story.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒/𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐒: heavenly i know, but bby doesn’t completely agree. we all know boy thick especially those gorgeously thick thighs! but he just thinks they’re too thick. he’s used to seeing oikawa and makki’s slender ones, so when he stands in front of the mirror in a pair of swim shorts he bought and they’re swinging on his waist but about to rip around his thighs he can feel himself start to tear up. and then, what a suprise, you walk in!

~ start story:)): “ ‘sei! you ready to go, oh are you okay?”. he whips his head around to see you standing in the doorway in the swim set you just bought your self. ‘god you look so good’ he thinks to himself. “uh yeah yeah i’m good just need a few minutes these uh, they don’t fit.” he brings a hand to his face and uses his index finger and thumb to wipe the tears in the corner of his eyes. “oh well then you can just tie the strings, that’s what they’re there for, i told you to go a size down silly”. you stand infront of him and start to tie the strings in the shorts around his waist. “no doll, they aren’t to big, they’re to small look” he motions his head to the way they’re straining around his thighs and he just wants to start crying again. “oh i see, we’ll theres nothing we can do there , is there? we’ll just buy another pair on the way.” how? he thinks. how are you not laughing in his face that his legs are to fat to fit in a pair of shorts that are 2 sizes to big for him? “i know what you’re thinking,” your soft voice breaks him out of his thoughts. “why is she not laughing at me huh? she probably thinks i’m fuckin’ ugly” you do your best to mimic his deep voice but just sound silly trying, making him let out a small laugh. “how many times have i told you how much i adore your legs hm? how many times have i done, such oh so sinful things on them while going on about how much i love them?. to many to count issei. so next time you think all those silly bad thoughts just think of me and every time i tell you nice things about them!”. now he’s definitely crying, but this time over how much your words helped him. and now he feels like a million dollars as he struts across the beach to the three men waiting for you with his neon orange shorts tied around his waist and clinging to his thighs. end story :))~

jesus i forgot about his legs. anyway, all his life he’s been told how ‘lanky he is’ and how long his legs are. this makes him feel like shit really,most of his jeans stop above his anlke so the only type of socks he had is the long ones that he uses to hide his ankles fromm people, making them think he has the perfect size. he’ll never forget the time he spent hours shopping with his mother and trying on countless pairs of trousers for an upcoming wedding that and they stop above his ankle. he feels embarrassed really, seeing the fitter tell him they can just get them custom made, but it’ll cost more plus the original price. watching how distressed his mother gets when he tells her how much it’ll be. he doesn’t want his mother spending that much money on a pair of trousers he’ll wear once so he butts in saying it’s fine and he’ll deal with it by wearing black socks and no one will notice. the same exact problem happens several years later except in his mother’s place is makki along with oikawa and iwa, watching him get fitted for your wedding. he tells himself ‘think of (y/n), think of (y/n) and how much she says she loves your legs’ but it’s hard to when all the other men have no problem finding the perfect suit size. he doesn’t want to pay extra for a custom suit but that’s what it looks like is going to happen.

-end <3

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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Second Chances (Adore-centric drabble) - Wednesday Angeline

A/N: Eating disorder tw (well more like disordered eating but it’s really up to which you determine it as I guess, it’s quite light), read with caution. Written from personal experience/for stress relief, plotless drabble, mostly angsty mumbling. Please excuse my rusty writing skills. Threw in the fic challenge words (hipbone, beads, blonde) because why not :)

Is it still called an eating disorder when it doesn’t feel like a disorder? Adore thought as she switched her laptop on. It never felt like a disorder to her. Of course, she would never admit she had one. She doesn’t think she has one. Adore knows that she engages in disordered eating, but she doesn’t have an eating disorder. Bit odd, isn’t it?

When she was at her fattest, it practically made the school newspaper, rumors spreading in the hallways that Adore Delano broke a limb and couldn’t exercise in the hospital, or that she suffered a breakup and binge-ate her heart whole again. She’s heard all of it- Laganja’s big mouth made sure word got around- but the truth was just that she liked eating and she just didn’t stop when she should have. As simple as that.

That’s probably when it all started, she mused. It was always underlying, the constant weighing on the scales and calculations of her diet underneath her mother’s watchful eye, met with her rebellious overeating to sabotage her mother’s efforts, because Adore was nothing if not rebellious.

But senior year, she took matters in her own hands. Made her own charts to document her progress, weighed herself without a hint of reluctance - eight or nine times a day, even. She knew she looked disgusting at her weight, that people tsk and titter at her flabby thighs that protrude from her shorts, especially when she stood next to Bianca’s long legs and Courtney’s flat stomach. Odd as it sounds, she would often rub the silhouette of her hipbone or wrap her fingers around her wrist, hoping one day she’d notice them becoming more apparent.

Tossing her shirt and sweatpants on her bed, she stepped on the scale, sighing to herself as she watched the numbers rise and fall before coming to a standstill. 160.4, a BMI of 21.8, exactly the same as yesterday. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Adore hated maintaining, this meant that she was absolutely useless at losing weight, it means she wasted another day doing nothing that contributed to making her life any better than the mess it is now.

She logged the number into an excel chart, just fucking murder me I don’t deserve to be alive, and shut her laptop again, picking up her phone instead. Another text from Courtney, asking her if she wanted to check out that new vegan diner with her. She bit her lip, typing a reply.

Adore: Sorry, I’ve got a ton of work lately. Ask B?

Courtney: Again? :(

Adore: Yeah. Sorry bby

Courtney: awww it’s okay. See you at lunch <3

Anytime she ate with Courtney, she would always lose control. She swore sometimes that the blonde was trying to sabotage her, always ordering the most enticing meals and encouraging her to have more than her usual portions. Double, even, sometimes. It’s so unfair, Courtney eats tons and hardly gains weight.

Bianca, on the other hand, teases her about her weight mercilessly, unaware of the damage she causes. “You’d think you would be skin and bones by now with how little you’re eating”. “I can’t imagine how much junk you eat to maintain your weight, with how little you eat at lunch. It’s a wonder you don’t break out all the time.” Every one of B’s little comments are a dagger to her heart, but she couldn’t tell the other girl that. It’s just how B functions. Just like how Adore functions by focusing on weight loss. She wouldn’t dare hurt Bianca’s feelings just because she was a sensitive little shit.

I’ve spent the last school putting weight loss before academic achievement, she realized. Her heart dropped, realizing how absolutely disgusting and shameful that was. What the fuck, Adore Delano. Your mother works tirelessly to provide you with a good education and you throw it all away. She tried to reason with herself. Mum always wanted me to lose weight though. She prides herself on her reputation, and that’s what I’m spoiling with my looks. She doesn’t really care about my grades that much.

Adore grimaced at the reflection in the mirror. I look a mess, but that’s fitting because I’m a messy bitch. She pulled the beads from her hair that her little cousin Farrah strung in last night, giving her hair a half-hearted brush before pulling it into a bun. She tugged a top from her closet this will give a better illusion that I have less fat and pulled on a pair of jeans. Fuck, these are so tight. I thought I lost weight from last week, I hope I’m just bloated. I wish I could pull off skinny jeans like Willam or Alaska.

She thought of Alaska a lot, too. Alaska went through a dramatic change in sophomore year, “rebranding” herself by abandoning the ripped jeans, leather jackets and her almost backward unique way of makeup, trading them for sinful bodycon dresses, dark lipstick and soft contouring. She could pull off anything, with her model-esque body, her sharp angles and lithe limbs. Maybe if Adore worked hard enough one day, she could look like Alaska, or at the very least a poor imitation of her…with your lack of motivation? Maybe in a few decades, bitch.

“Adore Delano!” She heard her mother yell from downstairs. “You’re going to be late for school if you don’t get your ass downstairs in two minutes!”

“Coming!” She snapped out of her thoughts, blinking as she came back to reality.

Adore sighed to herself again, and opened the door to another day full of second chances.

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