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lilirari · 6 months

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　　　　　　　　　　 𐙚 ⋆୨୧˚ KISS IT OFF ME ⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡

𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. the one where gavi drops his girlfriend off to uni because she (unfortunately) missed her alarm.

💌 pablo gavi x fem! reader (written work + social media au)

# author's note : this is dedicated to my favourite gavi lover, @zowanew :p <3 it's not really proof-read & i have limited spanish knowledge (i used google translate for most of the spanish parts) so if you see any grammatical mistakes or some sentences seem off, please look the other way 👩🏻‍🦯

beep beep beep.

your alarm went off as you grumbled softly and begrudgingly turned to the other side of the bed. your hand slowly hovered over the digital clock on the bed stand, as you pressed the button on the top and lazily opened an eye to look at the time. however, when you saw that it was already 7:00 am, you immediately jolted up from your bed, your sleepy eyes widening as you stared at the clock. you rubbed your eyes and blinked a few times to check if you were actually staring at the real thing or just dreaming.

“ it's 7 already ? how did i sleep through the 6 o'clock mark ? " you muttered to yourself in shock as you quickly scurried out of your bed and folded your blanket. you arranged your bedsheet before giving a soft pat to your miffy plushie who sat besides your pillow and looked after you when you were asleep. " good morning miffy. " you said, smiling down at the white bunny plushie as you slipped into your comfy slides.

you swiftly made your way to the bathroom, doing all the necessities like brushing your teeth, washing your face and doing your daily skincare routine. after you were done, you came back into your room and opened your closet, as you stared the clothes hanging inside. your eyes darted left and right as you made up an outfit combination in your mind straight away. you pulled out those clothes and started getting ready to head to the university. you had your classes at 8 am so you rapidly changed your clothes, not wanting to be late. just then, your phone, which was placed on your dressing table, buzzed and the screen lighted up. you leaned down only to see that it was a message from your boyfriend. your lips curved upwards into a small smile as you opened the message to reply back to him.

imessage 💬

pablito 💗

good morning baby ! did you sleep well ?

mi corazón

good morning lover boy <3 yes i did. although i might've slept a bit too well...

i kinda overslept...

pablito 💗

it's good that you got some well deserved sleep but don't you have uni today ?

mi corazón

yeah 😭 i think i'm going to be late.. i have to turn into the flash to be able to attend my first class on time 😞

pablito 💗

hm.. i don't think that's necessary, y/n. i'll come and pick you up at your house. i also have a practice session for our match tonight and your university's on the way to the stadium anyways.

mi corazón

oh baby, it's all good, don't worry. you don't have to go through such lengths for me ! i'll just try to catch the bus.

pablito 💗

no, i won't take a refusal as an answer. i'll be at your door in 15 minutes. take all the time you need to get ready, okay ?

mi corazón

but gavi 😭

pablito 💗

you can't stop me i'm already omw, amor

mi corazón

.. okay, alright 😞 thank you :( i love you <3

pablito 💗

love you too. see you soon :)

you closed your phone as a soft sigh escaped your lips. you were really so lucky to have gavi in your life. he adored you so much and was always willing to go through extreme lengths just for you. you shifted your focus to the mirror as you dolled yourself up with some light make-up and fixed your hair. you wore the necklace which gavi gave you on your birthday the previous year, and smiled as you looked at it through the mirror. it was your favourite belonging as it had yours & his initials on it. you shoved all the necessities required for the day into your bag and donned your favourite converse all stars.

you made your way downstairs, where your mother and your breakfast awaited. you acknowledged each other's presence, and you had your breakfast and talked a bit about what you were both planning to do this very day. a few minutes later, you heard a car horn in your driveway as a small smile decorated your lips. you informed your mum that gavi was dropping you off, which made your mum chuckle and tease you a little. after you said your goodbyes, you walked out the door to see your boyfriend waiting for you in his sedan car. as soon as he saw you, the expression on his face lighted up.

" hi, amor. you look so pretty today. " gavi greeted, pressing a light kiss on your forehead as you sat down on the passenger seat.

" thank you, baby waby. " you replied back, a small snicker escaping your lips as you noticed the change in his expression when he heard that nickname. you liked to use it whenever you were teasing him because it always made him pout and you found this action of his to be so endearing. " you don't look so bad yourself, guapo. " you commented, giving him a slight up & down look as you smiled. gavi always dressed up really well *cough* unlike his best friend pedri *cough*, and he looked good in any outfit, be it a suit or just a plain t-shirt.

the ride to your university was quite fun. you talked about how much you were dreading to take the afternoon classes and gavi talked about the silly antics his teammates liked to pull during practice sessions. you also had a good laugh when you reached the gates of your uni because of your boyfriend as he kept honking at the students blocking the road, angrily yelling " GET OUT OF THE WAY ! MY GIRLFRIEND'S GOING TO BE LATE !! " at them. this resulted in a few head turns and confused stares but you didn't even notice those looks because being with gavi made you so much more happy and not give a care about anything else in the world.

when you had finally reached your class building, you noticed your friends waiting for you at a distance as you waved at them, flashing them your pearly whites.

" thank you so much for dropping me off today, pablito. i would've gotten some sort of detention if it weren't for you. i owe you one. " you expressed your thanks as you took off your seatbelt.

" you don't have to owe me anything, y/n. all i ask for is a kiss. " he replied back, eyebrows raised and a small smirk plastered on his face as he awaited for your response.

" what ? a kiss ? but my friends are looking at us ! " you exclaimed, the colour of your cheeks turning into a light shade of pink.

your boyfriend, obviously, did not listen to your protests though as he rolled his eyes before immediately leaning in closer to you, planting his lips on top of yours. you could feel his lips forming a smirk as he held the kiss for a few seconds before pulling away.

" who cares about your friends ? anyways, don't be late for tonight's match, okay, mi amor ? since we're going against the merengues in a home match, i need my good luck charm to be present for such a crucial match. " gavi reminded as he cupped your cheeks. " i'll score a goal for you. "

you were still a bit startled by that sudden kiss but you shook it off and nodded at his words. " don't you always ? " you asked, grinning like a cheshire cat. " hm.. i wouldn't miss it for the world. i can't wait to see the looks on the faces of the madridistas when their team loses to us. " you remarked, giggling as you got out of the car. " te quiero, cariño. please be careful when training, okay ? " you requested, waving at him as you closed the door. " hm, don't worry. que tengas un gran día, mi amor. te quiero. see you later. " gavi responded, sending a wink your way before driving off.

you then caught up with your friends, with them squealing in excitement and nudging you teasingly after witnessing your little kissing scene with your boyfriend and you feeling embarrassed but content.

you couldn't take your classes properly though because all you were thinking about was the kiss.

instagram 🎥

yourinstagram 🔒

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yourinstagram my baby <3 and there's gavi too ig 🧍🏻‍♀️

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pablogavi " there's gavi too ig " ???? i dropped you off at uni + dedicated not one but two goals for you and this is how you repay me ? 😞

-> pablogavi do you love miffy more than me or what ? 🙄

-> yourinstagram yes ☺️

-> yourinstagram jk jk i love you more than miffy

-> pablogavi ha, take that miffy !

-> yourinstagram what did this bunny even do to you 😭

-> pablogavi took away all your attention from me 😕

-> yourinstagram eres tan lindo.. 🥹 don't worry, you'll always have my attention, pablito

-> pablogavi yeah i better 😠

pedri gavi estaba flipando al verte con su camiseta 🤭

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joaofelix79 love u bro

-> pablogavi ❤️💙

-> yourinstagram um ?? 🤨🤨🤨🤨

yourbestfriend the matching miffy and badtz-maru rings.. the highway looks like a good place to sleep tonight

-> yourinstagram BESTIE NO DON'T GO THERE 😭

-> yourinstagram i promise i'll make gavi find a good footballer bf just for u 🫶

-> yourbestfriend please 😞🙏

classmate1 girl you're seriously so lucky to have the best pro footballer as ur bf 😭

classmate2 wikihow to be y/n 😞

classmate3 y/n please get us footballer bfs too

friend1 the flower 🥹🥹🥹

friend2 OMG THE MIFFY STATUE !!!

friend3 i'm in awe you look gorgeous queen

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pablogavi con un fan muy especial ☺️ otra victoria en casa ! gracias a todos por vuestro apoyo. força barça ❤️💙

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yourinstagram lo hiciste increíble hoy !

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yourinstagram te quiero, mi amor ❤️

-> pablogavi te quiero, mi vida 💙 gracias por apoyarme siempre

fcbarcelona dos goles sorprendentes 👏

pedri chico de oro 💪

joaofelix79 🪄🪄

_ferminlopez 😘

jpcancelo hermanito 😍

_rl9 🔥

user10 you played incredibly well today, pablo !

user21 congratulations on the win, best boy !

user38 forever a culer 🤞🤞

user45 so happy to have gotten 2 beautiful goals from you ! so proud of you ❤️‍🩹

user03 AHHHH GAVIYN CONTENT !!! 🥹🥹🥹

user57 barça's golden boy 🗣️🗣️🗣️

user99 did you guys see how happy y/n was when he scored.. she was literally jumping and screaming 🥹 she's so cute they're so cute :(

user82 my parents <33

user73 the way he dedicated both goals to y/n.. i'm going to take a bath with the toaster tonight

user64 the best barça couple 🫶

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sleepinthrumyalarms · 1 year

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pairing: wednesday addams x fem!oni!reader

warnings: smut, lesbian sex, first time (it's all vanilla af), cunnilingus, slight insecurities, all characters are aged-up

summary: you've never touched her like that. she's never touched you like that, either. it's new, slightly nervous – but it's one of those nights when you don't turn off the lights

word count: 2.5k

a/n: everyone got so tired of my kinky shit they begged for a soft first time. i'm here to deliver. a v-day's special maybe?

The door to your dorm creaks open, and you reach a clawed hand into the darkness to flip on the light switch – the bulb blinks before illuminating the small space in a soft orange glow. You step in, and your other hand pulls your gloomy girlfriend in with you.

“Finally,” she murmurs grumpily, “I thought this evening would never end.”

The reason for her detest is the night out at the carnival fair you just had with your friend group – Enid, Yoko, Bianca, Ajax, Divina and Eugene. Knowing Wednesday’s distaste for social outings, you didn’t push her, but to your surprise, she has agreed to go willingly – and you’d lie if you said it wasn’t one of the most fun things you’ve done in the past month. The ravenette has warmed up to her friends significantly since the day she had arrived to the Nevermore Academy and the day she had saved said academy from its doom, the fact you were extremely glad for – your small group has become a family to you.

She has offered to sleep over at your dorm tonight, and it’s the first time you’re glad you weren’t assigned a roommate, meaning you have the room all to yourselves. It’s the first time Wednesday will spend the night with you, too – you have slept over at hers numerous times, of course, because as soon as she got used to pushing her boundaries and being close to you, she got a thing for you being in her bed as much as possible. There wasn’t anything sexual about it at all – you provided safety and comfort to each other, as the nights usually brought distress to the both of you.

Wednesday shrugs her dean jacket off, and you move to grab it, hanging it next to yours in your closet.

“You gotta admit, though. You did have fun,” you catch Wednesday’s deadpan glare and chuckle with amusement, “Really. You didn’t even threaten anyone this evening, that has to count for something.”

“I did. You just didn’t hear me over all the fun you were having,” the ravenette rolls her eyes, raising her hands to take her hoodie off, folding it neatly, “Your pathetic attempts at winning me a plushie at the shooting range were kind of amusing.”

You huff a laugh out your nose, “You know I prefer swords. Glad my misery could humor you, at least. I did have fun, too… But, to be frank, I’m always having fun when I’m with you, no matter what we’re up to,” you admit, watching Wednesday fumble with the sleeves of her black turtleneck, “I’ll fetch you something comfortable.”

You search through your wardrobe, quickly finding an oversized shirt that would certainly be huge on your girlfriend’s small frame, and turn to Wednesday, finding her already stripped to her bra, her back turned to you.

A faint blush heats your cheeks up, and you blink your eyes away from her pale back, ready to turn around to give her privacy before her soft voice calls for you.

“Would you help me, (Y/n)?”

Your gaze moves back to Wednesday, and you find her watching you over her shoulder, hands holding her sweater as she gestures to the clasp of her bra with her eyes.

A small surprised sound escapes your throat, but you oblige, leaving the tee on your desk to step closer to Wednesday. Your hands are slightly shaky as you raise them to undo her bra, easily unhooking the clasps and exposing more of her skin. She catches the garment before it can fall to the floor with a quiet ‘thanks’, putting it away with her turtleneck, and you reach for the shirt.

“Arms up, baby.”

Wednesday huffs at the nickname but complies, raising her arms, and you slide the clothing over her shoulders, the soft fabric settling on the girl’s shoulders cozily, the hem reaching the middle of her thighs. The sight makes you reach to swipe one of her dark braids out of the way before pressing a gentle kiss to the side of her neck, “You’re so beautiful,” you murmur against her skin, making the ravenette shudder.

Wednesday finally turns to face you and your breath hitches at how, indeed, beautiful the young woman before you is. The slight color of her cheeks compliments her complexion prettily, and you can’t stop yourself from bending down to press your lips against hers in a searing kiss, her burgundy plush ones bumping against your protruding tusks softly. Wednesday’s hands are on your neck, and you slowly back her to your bed before she falls onto the silky sheets, dragging you down with her.

The small girl breaks the kiss, her breath heavy, and you watch her chest rise and fall steadily.

“You okay?” you ask softly, suddenly aware of your position, “Do you want to, um...”

She watches you for a bit, unblinking, like a hawk stalking her prey, before reaching to tug you into another kiss, licking over your teeth, and you gasp at the sudden assertiveness.

It was extremely hard to, but you manage to pull away from the kiss, letting Wednesday catch some air into her aching lungs. You press you lips against her jaw, nibbling gently, before going for her neck. Wednesday has always been sensitive there, and the butterfly touches at her favourite spots make goosebumps litter her arms, warmth pooling at her stomach and between her legs.

The way down continues, littered in soft butterfly pecks, and you raise the hem of her shirt to kiss the soft skin of her tummy – you realize you’ll be quick to get addicted to kissing her body.

Wednesday finds herself already addicted to your lips on her.

“Well, I’m certainly not prepared at all.” You chuckle softly, tracing a single sharp claw of your pointer finger against the girl’s soft thigh, leaving small white traces on the pale skin that turn pink a few moments after. The rest of your clawed palm joins then, and your digits leave goosebumps on Wednesday’s flesh, making her shudder.

You grasp at her thighs gently, pulling the girl closer to yourself, “I hope my mouth suffices, then.” You breathe, and the ravenette sighs at the low timbre of your voice.

Your talons move down the outside of her leg, catching at the outline of her pretty black panties, and you slide them off slowly, exposing new inches of soft porcelain skin you’re yet to discover, and Wednesday bends her legs to help you rid her of the garment, her knees resting on your middle. Your hands caress her ankle, gently pulling the girl’s underwear off her feet, and you move to press a kiss to her knee before spreading her legs.

You watch Wednesday intently, scrutinizing her expression for any signs of displeasure, of her wanting to stop, but you find none – lust swirls in the pools of grey instead as she watches you, chest rising and falling with gentle breaths, her brows knit. This is the first time you ever see her like this, guard down and completely vulnerable, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen a sight more gorgeous than her.

Carefully maneuvering between her legs, your clothed body flush against the naked skin of the back of her thighs, you bend to peck her jaw again, a spot you seem to adore, brushing your lips over her perfect cheekbones before connecting your lips in a searing kiss.

Wednesday’s hands rise to your neck, holding you close, and you feel her slender legs wrap around your waist, pulling you in.

“It’s unfair,” she breathes when she pulls away, tugging at your tie, “Aren’t you going to take this off too?”

“If you want me to.”

She nods, and your hands move to undo the accessory, but Wednesday’s fingers don’t ease their hold on the tie – she undoes it for you instead, lithe fingers carefully pulling the knot loose before the cloth slips down you neck. Then her digits move lower to the buttons of your shirt, and the girl undoes those with precision only she bears – you’re never taking your eyes off her face, watching, and she catches your gaze when your blouse hangs open, her pupils blown wide, and your cheeks suddenly heat up.

Shrugging the clothing off your shoulders, you let it pool at your middle, and this time it’s Wednesday’s turn to look you over, taking every single detail, every little scar and birthmark adorning your body. She raises her hands to test a touch, but there’s hesitation in the way your shoulders tense, and she realizes how much is the amount of trust you’re putting into her, letting her see you like this. The ravenette seeks your eyes again, and when you look at her, her suspicions are quickly confirmed.

She knows how you feel about yourself – you’re different from her, after all. Different from human, as much as that’s possible at an academy where everyone is non-human in their own sense. The huge tusks, the claws, the pointed ears – these serve a purpose of giving your being a trait of monstrosity that’s putting off for most. The girl knows you resent the way your heavy jaw hangs to give space for your crooked canines when you speak, knows the look you give your own reflection in the mirror, but she doesn’t understand – you are perfect.

Your bigger palms cover Wednesday’s, and you guide her closer to your body. Her fingertips touch your flesh, a little higher above your waist, where your breasts are still covered by your bra, and your hands leave hers to rest on the mattress on the either sides of her head. You sigh, looking away, as the ravenette gently traces her digits up your middle, to your ribs and back down, palms smoothing over the skin of your stomach. Her touch is pleasantly cold and searching – your body is uncharted land for the girl.

“Hmm,” she hums, her fingers digging a bit deeper into the curves of your hip bones, making you shiver and sigh, “Such a fine, distinguished specimen you are,” perfectly manicured black nails scratch at your skin lightly, and you’re almost ready to crumble, “So good for me to observe... to touch... just for me.”

You lean over Wednesday, hovering, your frame caging hers against the bed, and her palms move to rest on your shoulders when you trail soft butterfly kisses back down her neck, over the pale freckled plain between her breasts and down her slim stomach – you refuse to tread the already walked path without kissing every inch of her skin.

You press your lips against the inside of her thigh, inching closer towards her heat, where she’s warm and wet and aching for you. Wednesday watches with bated breath as you slide a clawed finger over her pussy, pressing into her soft folds, and a gentle moan escapes her mouth at the sudden electrifying feeling bursting through her whole body. You look up, watching the small girl bite her lip to stifle the obscene sounds as your hand gently gathers the wetness, rubbing it down the length of her.

Your eyebrows knit as you continue circling her clit, warming her up. Gods, you want to stretch her out so bad – feel how tight and warm she would be around your fingers, and you growl in annoyance, blaming your damn claws, made to hurt and never to please.

But there’s no rush. You’ll get there, eventually. She’s all yours to have.

You open your mouth, your long rough tongue sliding out to glide over the plush of her thigh, and Wednesday shudders when the tip of the muscle grazes her between her legs – the feeling is so new, but so very pleasurable, almost too much so, and she holds a startled moan in when you move closer, sliding your tongue between her soft folds, right where she doesn’t know she needs you the most.

You wrap an arm around her thigh, your hand resting on her stomach to keep her from moving around too much, and Wednesday moves to grasp your palm, squeezing. Humming into her heat, you let your other hand rest on the sheets next to the ravenette, inviting her to entwine her fingers with yours, which she does – and you feel so close and connected like you’ve never felt before.

Your tongue slides between her folds, and you lap at her arousal, drinking her up completely, moaning at the way she tastes, and the sound sends a spark of pleasure up the girl’s spine, making her arch her back and moan, your name tumbling past her lips in a shaky whine. You realize it’s one of your favorite sounds now – enough to free you of the fetters of wanting to be inside of her even – you want to hear it again, your jaw sliding open as wide as possible to wrap your whole tusked mouth around her heat before closing it, lips slurping obscenely.

All the self-conscious thoughts float out of your mind – seeing Wednesday like this is not only a major turn-on, but you’re also high off the feeling of being the one to render her to this state, her perfect composed being rendered a mess under your touch.

“Oh, (Y/n),” she gasps out, “I’m... oh, I’m almost...”

You want to encourage her badly, but decide to keep your mouth busy, your tongue pressing into her roughly, and the sudden change is what drives Wednesday over the edge, her thighs so tight around your head yours ears almost ring, her nails scratching down your arms.

And she moans, oh so lovely, a string of sounds as pretty as those of her beloved cello mixed with your name like it’s the only word she can remember right now.

Your lips are slick with her juices when you pull away – when Wednesday lets you pull away, letting up her hold on you – and reach up to kiss her, letting the girl taste herself on your tongue.

“Are you okay?” You whisper against her plump lips.

“More than okay.” She whispers back, voice slightly hoarse, eye half – lidded, but looking absolutely satisfied.

“Good.” You grin, gently nosing at her cheek, and Wednesday can’t hold back a gentle smile of her own, her eyes closing and nose crinkling at your touch.

You hold her for a few moments, gently, letting the ravenette relax, and your eyes close on their own accord as you lay with her, feeling warm and content – before you feel the smaller body next to you move, and suddenly you’re opening your lids to a completely different view.

Wednesday looming over you, the collar of her shirt sliding down and baring her collarbone, her gaze gleaming with want.

“It’s a good thing I keep mine short, don’t you think?” She says softly, palms gliding down your hips and thighs.

“And I do know how much you love my hands...” She adds, punctuating her words by a soft squeeze of your supple flesh.

You shudder, and she leans in to whisper into your ear.

“I wonder how much you’d love them inside of you.”

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ynbnevermore · 9 months

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pretty pink princess

cg soobin, little yeonjun ; wc 2.2k

Yeonjun had been in his room, mindlessly scrolling through his different social media. Twitter, Tiktok, Instagram, Messages, and then the loop repeats again. He was flicking through his explore page on Instagram when he came across a post from a Lolita and Hime Gyaru fashion page. The frilly dress shown in the picture was pink and had sparkles all over it. The sight made Yeonjun’s eyes twinkle and his mouth hang open in awe. He clicked on the page and scrolled through all the listings of dresses and accessories coated in laces, bows, flowers, pink, and glitter. Yeonjun had been particularly interested in dressing more feminine lately, but it was mostly just tennis skirts and maybe some crop tops, but this. This was something Yeonjun definitely wanted to try. His subconscious, upon seeing the frilly bows and dresses, started to feel a little more floaty. A childlike giddiness bloomed in his heart and he let out a little squeal, barely even audible. Yeonjun held his phone close to his face and rolled over onto his side, kicking his feet. Yeonjun’s toddler mindset concluded that he needed to look like those girls in the pretty dresses and stat.

So, he quickly jumped out of his bed, throwing his phone somewhere in the covers, and heading towards his closet. He opened the doors and started quickly rifling through his drawers, in search of his skirts that he had hidden. His members weren’t against him dressing in a feminine way; in fact they usually encouraged it most of the time. But, Yeonjun gets a little embarrassed and blushy when they do see him dressing more girly than usual. So he prefers to keep his ever growing collection of skirts and frilly tops a secret buried deep inside his closet.

After some digging, Yeonjun had found a light pink skirt with white lace stitched on the ends. It was pleated so when he spinned in it, the skirt fanned out in a gorgeous way that Yeonjun loved. He set it aside and started looking for a top. A couple caught his eye, but he ultimately picked out a soft, light cream colored off the shoulder top with little bow patterns sewn into the fabric. He squealed again and set the pieces on his bed. Now time for accessories, Yeonjun thought as he bounced on his toes out of excitement. Yeonjun hadn’t accumulated a lot of accessories yet, but he knew he had kept some of the fluffy cat ears and sanrio headbands from fansigns before. He had a box specifically for those gifts in his closet. And so, Yeonjun dug through that box until he found a small piece of cardboard with some pink and my melody themed hair clips attached to it. Yeonjun knew that these would match perfectly with his skirt and sweater.

Feeling accomplished, he picks up the articles of clothing and his hair clips and heads to his bathroom. He changes and immediately twirls in his skirt. The skirt waves out and Yeonjun giggles and squeals because of how pretty he feels. He looks in the bathroom mirror, carefully snapping the clips into his hair. He smiles after he finishes and skips out of his bathroom to go look at himself in the full size mirror he has in his bedroom.

Once he reaches this said mirror, he twirls once again. He smooths out the sweater and the skirt and admires just how pretty he feels in his outfit that he picked out all by himself! As he’s looking in the mirror, the reflection of a stuffed fox sitting on his bed catches his eye. He completely forgot to ask his plushies how they feel about his outfit! Their opinions matter heavily as they see Yeonjun in his worst and his best moments. He then gets reminded of his daddy, Soobin! Yeonjun wonders what Soobin would think of him in his pretty outfit. Soobin had always enjoyed and encouraged Yeonjun to dress up femininely and never missed the chance to compliment him profusely when he did. As Yeonjun stared at his plushies, he glanced back at the mirror and couldn’t help but feel like something was missing from his outfit.

He walks closer to the bed and does a little spin for the array of plushies that are all sitting in a line obediently on Yeonjun’s bed. “What you guys think?” He does another twirl, just so his plushies can get another look at the full outfit. In reality, there’s no response from his plushies. But in tiny Yeonjun’s world, there is. They all reply in some variation that it looks really good and that jjunie looks like a princess with his hair clips adorning his hair. Yeonjun smoothes out the skirt one more time and he feels his headspace start to tumble even younger. He babbles out, “‘s jjunie pwetty? Will daddy fink jjunie’s pwetty?” He drags out the ‘y’ sound and does a little curtsey, holding the sides of his skirt. He giggles again and grabs his phone off his bed to take some pictures. He stands in front of the mirror and poses, snapping a couple pictures. He squeals excitedly as he looks through them.

In his little bubble, he doesn’t notice the sound of the door creaking open. Yeonjun looks up from his phone and sees a figure standing in the doorframe. It’s Soobin! While Yeonjun should feel excited to see his daddy, he can’t help but blush and almost curl in on himself standing there. He ducks his head down, trying to avoid Soobin’s gaze. Nothing malicious is in that gaze, it’s only fondness, but Yeonjun just can’t help the scared feeling bubble up inside his gut.

Soobin walks up to his Jjunie and runs his hands through his hair, carefully avoiding the snapped clips. Soobin says softly, “You look gorgeous, angel.” At this, Yeonjun’s head perks up and he looks at Soobin with his puppy dog eyes, twinkling. “Really? Daddy fink jjunie pretty?” Soobin coos at this, crazy to think that Yeonjun thought he wouldn’t find him in a cute skirt and a soft sweater, absolutely adorable.

“Of course, darling. What makes you think I wouldn’t think you’re pretty?” Yeonjun blushes and whines, hiding his face into Soobin’s chest. His thumb starts to slowly creep up into his mouth as he babbles, “I dunno.” It’s muffled and quiet, as if he was even more embarrassed at admitting that he didn’t think daddy would think he was pretty.

They cuddle like that for a moment, Yeonjun trying to bury his face more into Yeonjun’s chest and Soobin wrapping his arms around his waist. It’s soft and pure, and Yeonjun feels nothing but safe in his caregiver’s arms. They’re still standing in front of the mirror and Yeonjun looks into it, still wondering what could be missing from his outfit. He pulls away from Soobin, who just smiles fondly at him. His eyes dart around his vanity, trying to find some accessory or something extra to add to his outfit. But just then, his eyes land on a bottle of light pink nail polish. That was it! Yeonjun rushes over to the vanity and shows Soobin the small bottle of pink polish.

“Daddy! Can you paint my nails? Please?” Yeonjun asks, shoving the bottle in Soobin’s hands and bouncing up and down. Soobin sighs happily, “Of course, love,” not able to say no to Yeonjun, ever, big or small. Saying no is just not a choice when it comes to him.

Yeonjun plops onto the ground, folding his legs into a criss cross. He stretches out his fingers and sets his hands onto the carpet. Soobin sits down on the floor in front of Yeonjun and unscrews the cap to the nail polish bottle ever so carefully. “Okay, you ready, jjunie?” Soobin asks with the gentlest tone ever, and Yeonjun feels impossibly smaller. Yeonjun does a little excited nod and Soobin gets to work. He picks up Yeonjun’s left hand so gracefully, as if it was a fragile object. Soobin takes the cap of the nail polish and brushes the bristles against Yeonjun’s pointer finger, covering it in a baby pink. He makes sure that it’s a thorough starting coat before he moves onto his baby’s middle finger.

He continues the same process, and when he’s done with the first two fingers, he looks up at Yeonjun. He has the cutest happy smile on his face and his eyes are squinted up into little crescents. It’s clear that he’s holding in a squeal or from squirming so he doesn’t mess up his daddy’s work. Soobin thinks the sight is so precious and continues painting Yeonjun’s nails. Small things like this make baby jjunie so full of joy and Soobin is glad that he can get moments like these in their crazy and very overwhelming life.

Soobin reaches the last finger, which is the thumb. He coats it in that same shade of baby pink and places Yeonjun’s hand gently back down on the carpet for the polish to dry. He picks up Yeonjun’s right hand and repeats his process once again.

It’s so quiet, save for Yeonjun’s tiny squeals of happiness every time Soobin finishes painting a finger. They are both in this soft bubble of fluffy clouds floating endlessly, and the pair both don't want it to end. Soobin finishes Yeonjun’s right hand, and even though all 10 fingers are coated with a good layer of polish, Soobin decides to do another coat and picks up Yeonjun’s left hand again. Yeonjun’s happy squeals and tiny wiggles come back and Soobin smiles fondly.

He finishes with the second coat on all 10 fingers and the pair waits for them to dry. After a few moments, Soobin tests to see if the fingers are dry by carefully touching them. Fortunately, no wet polish leaves a residue on Soobin’s fingers. Yeonjun jumps up and squeals when he looks at his hands. He bounces on his heels and smiles so wide. “Thank you, dada! They so pretty! M a pretty princess now!”

Soobin ruffles his hair and says, “You’re welcome, angel. You’re the prettiest princess out there. Do you wanna go show the others?”

Yeonjun jumps again and hums out a sound of agreement. The two go out of Yeonjun’s room and make their way to the living room. To Soobin’s reply, the trio is all sitting on the couch. Beomgyu and Kai are playing a multiplayer game while Taehyun is watching them, being their cheerleader. Yeonjun sees them and runs in front of the TV, ultimately blocking their view. Beomgyu and Kai get a bit irritated at this as it causes them both to lose at the same time.

Beomgyu yells out first, “Yah! Yeonjun, why did you do that?” Yeonjun pouts, not used to someone yelling at him when he was so excited. He crosses his arms and responds, “I was going to show you something!”

“Well, you didn’t need to stand in front of the TV when we were clearly in the middle of something. God, thought you were smarter than that,” He mumbles the last part and rolls his eyes with annoyance. Yeonjun heard it, and started tearing up at his hyung being so mean to him when he did nothing wrong. He back talks, frustrated, “Well, Jjunie didn’t know! Jjunie was ‘scited…” He trails off, wiping a tear from his eye that was threatening to fall. Beomgyu realizes that his hyung was in fact not his hyung and was regressed. He instantly felt bad as Soobin went to console the upset baby.

“A-ah… J-junie I didn’t know you regressed! I’m really sorry!” He jumps out of his place from the couch and goes to give Yeonjun a hug, who pushes him off of him. Beomgyu pouts and sits back on his heels. He feels really bad, and Yeonjun doesn’t look like he will be forgiving him. Yeonjun is pouting even more and hiding his pouty and teary eyed face in Soobin’s chest, his thumb coming up to his lips to nibble on once again. Beomgyu then remembers that Yeonjun wanted to show him something, and that’s why he jumped in front of the TV.

Beomgyu carefully says, “What were you gonna show me, jun?” Yeonjun shys away even more but shoots out his hand regardless. Beomgyu oohs and ahhs at the pretty pink color coating Yeonjun’s nails. Yeonjun’s teary eyed face has now turned pink from the attention he was getting. The maknaes had also come over to look at his nails. They had also found them gorgeous and were admiring them, treating their baby jjunie as the princess he was.

Soobin speaks from above, “Hey, why don’t we watch a movie to settle down, alright princess?” Yeonjun nods against his chest and hesitantly departs. Taehyun offers to go pop a bowl of popcorn and Beomgyu went to go get drinks. Kai and Yeonjun sit down on the couch while Soobin goes to pick out their comfiest blankets. Kai scrolls through the movie options before Yeonjun points out Moana. Everybody comes back with what they were assigned to get and they all settle in. Kai then brought up the idea to make a fort out of the pillows and blankets they had accumulated. Baby Yeonjun had gotten so excited about this and squealed out a “yes, please!” at the suggestion.

And so, that’s how Yeonjun’s evening ended. Just a princess in his princess fort, surrounded by his princes watching a movie.

#tomorrow x together #txt #txt fluff #txt agere #agere txt #age regression txt #txt age regression #sfw txt #txt littlespace #little txt #kpop agere

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loftec · 22 hours

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Weekly tag wednesday thursday

✨ I am once again late and this one is from last weeeeek thank you for tagging me @deedala <3

Name: loftec

Age: 38

Astrological sign: Taurus

Upon which continent do you reside: Europe

Tell us how you're feeling right now using 3-5 emojis: 😵‍💫🫡🤖🥹🧗

Whats your favorite flavor of gum? Sweet mint is what I get, if I get gum, because if I got my actual favourite (any kind of licorice) I'd eat it like candy.

Whats the last movie you watched? Fifth Element, I think.

What was your worst subject in high school? Maths probably, I was also terribly bad at French but I cannot call it my worst subject considering the everlasting friendship forged in the Frendship (French hardship). Le premier étage.

What's the job you stayed at for the shortest period of time? I worked for one telemarketing company for 5 days. Earned 0 money. Did 4 days of failing to sell an ok product. Left on the Friday after having called people for 8 hours failing to sell one of the worst fucking deals I'd ever heard of, and just never went baaaaack.

Whats your favorite thing to do at an amusement park? Oh eat food and look at things from a bench? One of those slow-moving swans? I rode a centrifugal nightmare ride about 15 some years ago and it fucked me up for life, can't even read a book on a train anymore, can definitely never ride another amusement park ride. Before that I loved the swings.

What condiments go on top of the perfect hot dog (meat or plant-based)? I'm very basic and just do ketchup and mustard, but I wouldn't say no to trying out anything else if it's offered to me.

Cincinnati chili, thoughts? Most chilis, good?

Do you sleep with a plushie? Yes, I have one that was given to me when I was born, and one that was my favourite as a child, and one that I bought as an actual adult. They just hang out on a pillow I don't use. The rest of my childhood hoard are in a closet.

How do you feel about thunderstorms? I don't like the feeling leading up to a thunderstorm, the oppressive sticky feeling, but I like it once it starts and the tension breaks. Is cool.

What's the last animal you touched? My perfect boy, the bastard boy next door, and before that a goat friend!

Grab the nearest item with words on it that ISN'T a book and tell me the final word: "APPROVED" from my work notes.

Have you ever forgotten to do an assignment until the night before it's due? Uh yes why do you think I'm procrastinating right now? I have work due tomorrow and it's 22:18 and I haven't really started yet.

Tagging anyone who wants to take last weeks game for a whirl!

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amielxxxangel · 2 years

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Random black phone head cannons

Ok so I just gotta explain, in my head canon they all didn’t die, they got kidnapped yes but the grabber kept them probably doing some fucked up shit that traumatized them and were able to escape in which they became a close knit group finding comfort with one another and end up moving with eachother. I ship them as a poly but this could also be platonic, whatever makes y’all comfortable!😊. Now ONTO THE THE HEAD CANNONS

Griffin still sleeps with a stuffed animal, his room is filled with stuffed nails from all sizes. His most favorite plushie is a Rolly poly plushie the boys got him for his birthday

Finney and bruce still practice baseball even though finney quit his team. he helps bruce practice because he knows how how much bruce wants to get into the big leagues

Finneys room is filled with galaxy posters small planets and rockets made out of cardboard hanging on his ceiling

Robin teaches the others taekwondo and karate to defend themselves. Bruce and vance pick it up easily, while finney griffin and billy struggle

Griffin does both ballet and gymnastic and whenever he has a show or competition the others make sure to come and watch

They also do the same for every game that Bruce has

Robin and vance spar with one another. They’d be outside practicing kicks, punches and blocking

Being the first three of the grabbers abductions vance, billy and griffin were inseparable after escaping is one was missing or they didn’t know where one was they’d freak out.

Griffin, being the first abduction went through so much and struggled the most once they were able to get out. It was so bad that the first few months if one of the boys grabbed him and he didn’t know who it was he would start to have a panic attack.

It got better but now the boys make sure to say something beforehand so griffin knows who it is.

They never leave robin and vance unsupervised, they just don’t if they do they’re either doing something illegal or kill themselves/someone.

Whenever Gwen comes to their house they let her do their nails and style their hair, they can’t say no.

Gwen, robin, and vance also have braid trains in that order.

They go to drive in moves every week using robins uncles truck.

They all take therapy after what happened with the grabber. Vance being the most stubborn and not really opening up while the rest work on their trauma.

Vance does get there eventually with the help of the others he opens up about his trauma from the time in the basement.

Billy was really insecure about the scar on his face, sometimes he’d look at the scar and start to uncontrollably sob it gets so bad that he wouldn’t notice the others trying to comfort him until he calmed down.

He now considers it a battle scar after the other reassured him how it makes him look strong.

Even though they all have their room they usually end up sleeping with each other in one bed.

It’d be robin and griffin in the very middle because they’re small then billy and finney and then Bruce and vance on the outside.

Finney and bruce are the main cooks of the kitchen they always make the best dishes for everyone.

Nobody lets vance be in the kitchen by himself he’s either burn the house down or make a dish that is utterly inedible.

If vance was very sure that he wanted to cook then have someone be with him usually Bruce or finney to help him because if not they would be eating burnt chicken.

Robin has a closet filled with bandanas it’s his most prized possession, he’ll know if someone took one of his bandanas.

Nobody bullies any of them for being gay or having a 6 way relationship because it has robin Arellano and vance hopper in it, saying or ridiculing the relationship the boys have is basically a death wish.

And nobody Bullies finney,bruce,griffin, or billy because of the same exact reason they their bfs are robin Arellano and vance hopper, if anybody did and those two found out they will double teamed.

Finney and bruce tutor the rest of the boys when they’re all struggling with school, they’d have a tutor session on the weekends if anybody needed help.

Vance is protective of all of the boys he just doesn’t admit to it to keep his bad boy act.

That’s pretty much it lol hope you guys liked these and I’m making more in the future😋

#the black phone #tbp #vance hopper #griffin stagg #billy showalter #finney blake #bruce yamada #robin arellano #they’re all in love #headcanon

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intimidating-fettuccine · 2 years

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Can we know how are the rooms of the trio of clowns? (Lj, Jason and Candy)

Interesting request~ I’ve always had these ideas in my head but never expressed them.

*Disclaimer that the rooms in the mansion are automatically customized to the owner of the room's preference in terms of size and appearance.

**If you’re curious about anyone else’s bedrooms, I’ve decided I’ll answer that at any time and not consider it a request, so if anyone gets curious about anyone else ^^

Laughing Jack:

Laughing Jack has one of the highest ceilings out of all of the mansion's bedrooms, with walls that stretch up incredibly high, with support beams spanning across the top of it. He has victorian windows in his room. His walls are primarily grey with incredibly thin white stripes spaced out along them, and he's got cutouts of metallic star shapes dangling from his ceiling. He has a very large bed, decorated with black and grey, off to the side of his room with a nice big dresser beside it. He has a large number of shelves, all decorated with various trinkets and plushies he adores to liven up the place, and he's also got a nice big candy hook hanging on his wall for when he likes to pull candy, with a candy station beside it. Jack has a semi-large walk-in closet, with his clothing organized by colors, and each color sorted by seasonal wear. His bathroom has black tile floors, with black walls and cabinets, with a white tub and sinks, and it's somewhat small compared to the rest of his space.

Jason:

Jason has the absolute largest room in the mansion. There are two ways to access his room, through his bedroom door, and through the door of his workshop which is connected magically to his bedroom. Jason has an incredibly luxurious room, featuring maroon wallpaper and golden metallic embellishments across the tops of the walls with tall windows, featuring an incredibly large bed right in the middle with the bed including drapes. He has dressers on either side and a huge walk-in closet, absolutely stuffed and organized with hundreds of outfits. He has tables and seating areas and models for clothing design spread through his room, and he also has a personal living room attached to his bedroom, decorated in red and gold, for when he wants to relax alone or with someone. His bathroom is just as big and extravagant, with golden tile and decorations, drapes hung throughout, and magic lighting, casting purple and blue solar lighting throughout it, it's a truly magical room.

Candy Pop:

Candy pop, compared to the other two, actually prefers quite a modest bedroom. His room has blue and black striped wallpaper, with large, open windows with a built-in bench for him to rest on. His bed takes up a chunk of his room, decorated with all black, and he has a workshop desk on the other side, with a few shelves in between. Candy likes to hang different decorations on his walls to liven up the place, and there are many pictures of himself and those he cares about spread throughout. His closet is a decent size, split into two for normal daily wear and costumes, with an area in the back for him to store all of his different props and weapons so he can keep track of them. Candy's bathroom is where the space really gets big, featuring a big tub large enough to fit him for soaking, and a shower completely separate, one he can stretch out in. The bathroom itself seems like it doesn't fit his style, featuring standard white walls and typical brown tiling, but he seems to enjoy it anyway.

#slender mansion mayhem #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanons #laughing jack #laughing jack headcanon #laughing jack headcanons #jason the toymaker #jason the toymaker headcanon #jason the toymaker headcanons #candy pop #candy pop headcanon #candy pop headcanons

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itsahotminuteinbetween · 5 months

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Hello there! You've been visited by the random question fairy! ~ ☆

What is your character's living situation like? Do they enjoy where they live? Would they change anything about their living situation?

oh! I've been blessed with the presence of the question fairy!

Not sure which characters this refers to, so I'm gonna go with both my ocs and my witch au cuz I wanna ramble more about those!

Alright, so Loup Doop and Bloo share an empty broom closet close to Loup Doop's station. It's...not terrible. They're not really held as highly as any of the Glamrocks or even the Daycare Attendant, so they try to just be happy they aren't bunched with the staffbots or the endos. They tried decorating it with some stuff: Bloo has a collection of Daycare souvenirs he stores behind some of the boxes, plus some old plushies and fun looking toys he managed to scrounge up at the Lost and Found. Loop Doup doesn't really own much, and most of her stuff is just extra parts or small scraps of paper and drawings the DA made for her. She has a small shelf she set up for her borrowed books and little projects. Were it up to them, they would have definitely changed their living space, moved out of the Pizzaplex and never looked back, but they know they're stuck here, so they try to make the best of it. They've tried staying the night in the Daycare, but even if they could override Sun's protocols, the security guard always manages to drag them out. Pulsar doesn't really live anywhere; it just hangs around its designated stations for the night.

For the Witch Au:

Sun and Moon live off the edge of town, a good twenty miles out. Moon set up a defense system to keep people from noticing a random cottage in the middle of nowhere. Though Sun isn't always home, it's all they've had for years, and neither of them would trade it for anything else.

Earth lives across the woods, so fairly far from the boys' cottage and extremely far from town. She estimates having been there for perhaps 6 or 7 years. The cottage seems older than her, though, and she quickly gets to work on personalizing it and making it her own. It's her pride and joy, along with the garden. After the mishap with the woods, she doesn't really leave much, so she's never known any other home. Anything she wants to change, she can, so she doesn't see a reason to leave or go out to see the world. She has everything she wants, and though she does sometimes find herself wanting more, she's never really taken that step. (A merchant stops by one day and sets out to change that...so does another, far more dangerous entity...)

Eclipse lives in the original cottage. Unlike Moon, he never left home when KC disappeared, a decision he almost regrets. He absolutely loathes the place; it reeks of old memories and rancid emotions and broken promises, all the things he would rather forget piled neatly in one place. The first thought on his mind after acquiring the amulet was finding a new place to live, somewhere far away from the past and truly fit for him. In spite of all his hatred towards it, however, he's never actually made any attempts to change anything; everything is in it's place, just as KC left it. Though all of his belongings are scattered and discarded half-hazardly throughout the place, everything else is left untouched, save for some dutiful vacuuming and dusting. The door to the old room upstairs remains closed and locked. Lunar asks him why thick layers of dust only seem to coat certain objects. Eclipse refuses to explain himself. He hates trying to explain the meaning behind it, and he refuses to acknowledge how sentimental he is.

The Blood Twins live in the woods between the boys' and Earth's cottage, the woods that Earth accidentally grew that one time. They hate it with a passion, not because of the place itself, but because they remain trapped there. Due to the nature of the field surrounding the woods that Sun set up for Earth, they are bound to that plane and cannot leave unless summoned, and while they hate summonings, anything is better than the rotting wood and dying green. Fortunately and unfortunately, this latest summoning has given them many new liberties that they are quick to indulge in...

#asks #personal #witch au #tsams au #my ocs #loup doop #loop doup #bloo #pulsar #THANK YOU FOR THE ASK #I VERY MUCH APPRECIATE IT #rambles

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justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms · 7 months

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HIIII I see that u hv a match up goin on and Id like to try! Would u mind doing one for me with Obey Me?

Pronouns : She/they

Sexuality: Im not sure exactly??... still discovering but I know that I like both sexes

Infp 4w5 / Cancer sun Taurus moon n Scorpio rising (I saw some doing not just the sun sign so i think it would be fun if i include all 3 lol)

Appearance: Im South East Asian. Around 5'2. I hv shoulder length black hair, black eyes and olive toned skin. My hairstyle is akin to the jellyfish hair. I rarely wear makeup and would just hv my bare face out due to its sensitivity to breakouts. And my clothing, its mostly modest/covering for academic places or just comfy and quick with any cool baggy tees i hv. Its my current closet, since i dont hv much occasions to go grand and i just wanna blend in with everyone around me lookin like an npc. But id love to wear more self expressing stuff in the future, to my desire. More accessories, colorful makeups and fashions like dark couquette/gyaru or so!

Personality: My personality, id say its two sided. I guess hv an open mind and easy going (to some degree ofc). A dream chaser and a listener. Sometimes (just sometimes), i can get my mind through a problem and stay grounded. Im also empathic? I like consoling with people and I appreciate the smallest details. I feel for people's struggle and I hold hopes in them. However, i can get moody, its so unexpected and intense that even im scared of it. I can be very quiet then, and dissociative. Id just want to be alone by that time to figure out my situation. Ive been said to appear gloomy or hard to approach too :cry: If im pissed, im venomous. And im actually an anxious person, of all sorts of things. Self deprecating too, i almost forgot abt that. But if i feel suitable, i get funky and enjoy myself hehe.

Likes/Dislikes : I like visual novels, rhythm games and those with good storytelling; a variety of music genres that focus on melody, instrument, composing; local asian food; sleeping with plushies; arts n crafts; esoteric things; philosophy study; my friends; solitude and continuation; aesthetic or hidden values and uhhh nice, mannered intriguing people.

I dont like smelly people doe. People who are narrow minded icks me oops. Pls dont tryna barge in on me when im busy unless it helps. I hate the sun... And not getting myself tented after a long day. I dislike my parents as well, yikes. Worst of all, being opressed.

Hobbies : doll, bracelet making; drawing, online shopping, rhythm game arcade, reading philosophy works, uhh getting invested in random medias...

Anyways, thats my submission! If u do reply, tysm for the matchup!!!

Hi Anon! Thank you for the request! I hope you like your matchup!

In Obey Me, I match you with...

Asmo is the best person to hype you up about wearing more self-expressing things. He’s great at putting outfits together and will give you honest and genuine feedback.

Doesn’t mind your personality changes. He knows what mood swings are like so he’s very understanding.

Please go online shopping with him! But set a budget because you’re both liable to get caught up in the energy and spend too much. But online shopping with Asmo would be so much fun.

Not great at giving you alone time but if you say you need some space, he’ll respect your wishes. While you’re enjoying your alone time, he’ll do a spa day or hang out with some of his friends.

Asmo loves your plushies. He thinks they’re really cute and, if you’re okay with it, would love to borrow some of them to sleep with as well. He’ll take good care of them and swaps them out occasionally so you’ve got a constantly rotating roster of plushies in your room.

#writing #fanfic #matchup #matchup request #request #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #asmodeus

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manikax · 1 year

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TASK 001: HOME

✳ 🎀 𝑀𝒶𝒿𝒶'𝓈 𝒶𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 🎀 ✳

Maja Lim has resided in the same Seoul apartment for over two decades. In direct contrast to the univocally beautiful Lim, the exterior of the complex is unremarkable in almost every way. The innocuous tan building, built in the 1990s and located in the lively Jongno-gu district among antique markets and art studios, does not reflect the playful nature of the surrounding neighborhood.

A different story is told inside Lim's tenth-floor apartment. At first, it can be challenging to tell the difference between her sun-kissed living room and a pastel paradise. Lim, of course, is one of South Korea's most popular streamers, but a quick glance at her Insadong residence reveals that she could've easily worked as an interior designer for kawaii cafes in Harajuku, Tokyo; she has an eye for all things cute and pink.

A common thread in Lim's home is a blending of soft and sweet with bite and edge, which she's applied to her career as an online personality. Lim is a collector and a maximalist, and there’s seldom an empty wall or corner. A travel souvenir (a Greek coin that has been out of circulation since the 1980s) here, a trinket (a waving sakura lucky cat from Japan) there; a photograph in a wavy handmade frame (designed by a local Insadong artist), a Sanrio plushie. Or two. Or Three. In fact, there are an inordinate amount of plushies in the Lim household. “It’s a bit of a self-soothing mechanism,” Lim admits with a laugh. “When I’m in a sour mood, I buy a plushie. Or go shopping.”

Despite the maximalism of Lim's apartment, it never feels congested... until you reach the closet. She has done her best to accommodate her vast wardrobe, attempting to keep it enclosed to the bedroom, but it has nonetheless splashed out into the rest of her apartment. A metal clothing wrack in the living room holds a few notable items (most of which are pink), but the garments themselves are exquisite enough to function as an art piece.

When asked what clothing she chooses to hang on the living room rack, Lim says, "I want to say it’s whatever I'm wearing most, but the truth is it's usually what I want to dress my friends in. I love having my girl friends over and dressing them up. I'm really into sleepovers. Painting each other's nails, doing each each other's hair, that sort of thing. It makes me feel like I'm finally getting to experience the girlhood — the teenhood — I never had.”

Lim's house has an air of permanence, of established roots, but she admits that she wasn't always a settler. She had never committed to creating a personal space for herself until she moved to Seoul. As her career blossomed and popularity grew, she considered relocating to a larger apartment in a more affluent neighborhood. “I’ll never follow through," she says. “I have a very personal relationship with this place. This neighborhood. I know all the staff at the local businesses and they know me. I feel very...” she pauses, searching for the appropriate word, “held here. It’s a nice community.”

It would be difficult to discuss Lim without mentioning her streaming setup. She does not, contrary to popular belief, have a separate room for gaming. A corner of Lim's bedroom is taken up by her desk, which is outfitted with multiple monitors, neon lights, and numerous trinkets from her favorite gaming franchises. "[Now that I'm famous], people assume I have a crazy complicated setup. That I must stream from a converted home office or a corporate warehouse. Manika Incorporated!" She laughs. "But, no, everything is still very homegrown, and I have no intention of changing anytime soon." As the adage goes: don’t fix what ain’t broke.

The Filipina streamer hails from Manila, and those with a keen eye will notice design references to her motherland. A large Pamaypay hangs above the bar area, a wooden Karabow guards a bowl of keys in the foyer, and many antique pieces are paneled in stunning white capiz, a natural material abundant in the Philippines.

“My apartment is an extension of myself,” says Lim. “It’s everything that I am, everything that I was, and likely everything I’m going to be in the future. It’s all right here.”

#i tried to style this like an architectural digest article lol #character development #isltask #isl task 001

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ectoamerican · 1 year

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///Here's a bedroom/living space headcanon I pulled from my old blog that still applies here. added some newer stuff at the end.

Danny’s bedroom in canon is very bland and simple, very much the fault of the show itself being very simple. (which isn’t a bad idea, its smart from the artists' side of things.) As for the canon of my blog, Danny’s room changes constantly due to it being trashed and reduced to ruin and rubble on a regular basis. You know, from ghost related reasons. Danny always redecorates in ways to really show what he likes and what he’s about. Paints the walls in dark night sky colors and simulates starry skies with a combination of glow in the dark paint, decals, white holiday lights, and hanging star and planet shaped lights at several points on his ceiling. He covers his walls in posters of his favorite games, bands, and movies. Constellation photos, pictures of his friends and family, and certain holiday get together photos also litter his walls and shelves. Sometimes his bed is relatively simple but always is covered in galaxy print blankets and pillows. Also strewn about the room and on his bed are various stuffed toys and plushes. Other times his bed is in the style of a loft bunk bed with a desk underneath it. Despite the show almost never giving Danny variety in clothing, Danny’s closet and dresser are filled with several comfortable and casual clothes of different styles and prints. Hoodies, sweaters, V-neck T-shirts, long sleeved shirts, jackets and more. A lot of space themed designs, alien themed prints, puns, and ghost themes on them as well. He’ll wear jeans, shorts, cargo pants, yoga pants– pretty much anything comfortable. And though all those clothes go in the closet and dresser— they’re often occupying floor space instead. Danny also has several jackets/hoodies hanging on his door and the closet door, all of which have pins with various puns, ghost, and space designs on them. I also like the idea of Danny collecting plushies and other things with manufacturing errors. like a teddie or beanie baby that has an eye slightly too low. or with a missing leg. partially because it helps give a reason to the infamous backpack with straps on both sides. but also because his room gets destroyed so often im sure its just easier to buy cheaper stuff with errors on them to replace some of the stuff.

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Danny also has a desk which is either under the loft bed or in an easy to get to placement in the room. The desk has a PC on it and a drawing tablet set to the side. Some various homework and school related books, stationary, pens/pencils, and papers stacked up in corners on the desk or in it's drawers as well. Along with at least one or two audio recording devices also placed somewhere on it.

In another corner of the room, Danny has his digital piano/synthesizer keyboard set up with other audio recording things attached to or near it. A guitar sits to the side of this equipment too, Danny having started learning it.

There is also always a TV and gaming set up across from Danny's bed. With a couple pouf chairs in front of it. To the side of this set up, is Danny's knitting, friendship bracelet, and needle point supplies.

In his closet there are boxes with comic books, model and figure building/painting sets, his portable telescope, and more clothes.

For some clairification on the types of clothes he wears. Danny being transmasc, actively avoids things like dresses and skirts. But he's fine with women's pants/shirts. And doesn't associate colors with gender either. He has a variety of things that are in softer colors like pinks or pastel purples and blues. And even is fine with cute prints, patterns, and designs on the clothes.

#hc ii ghost writing #///this is long #but pls take it anyway #edit: and of course his parents have tampered with all of his electronics in some way. so he’s gotta be careful with it all.

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awkwarddystopianwarlord · 3 months

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SOS (Save Our Stuffies)

Why do parents tell their kids to get rid of their toys and stuffies at a certain age? I never understood that because having possessions isn’t bad. I could understand if one’s child is hoarding a ton of junk that they don’t use or play with or seem to like anymore and doing a bit of a clean out. However, adults do that with their own things as well. I spring clean my closet every now and again because clothes are what I have the most of. Even with my books, did I go through them recently to clear out what I no longer read. So, unless there’s a ridiculous amount of rubbish that’s being neglected and taking up space, why do kids need to get rid of their kiddish things?

Humans are naked bipedal dragons, they like to collect things and pile them up in their house-lairs. I had to give away a bunch of stuffed animals as a child, and as an adult, I’ve gone and purchased more. Granted, I am not the best example for this argument because the largest stuffy sacrifice occurred because we were moving to Canada and transporting a lot of shit is expensive. That said, this is just such a thing for parents to do. Like, you’re supposed to give away your dolls and action figures and plushies and knick knacks at an arbitrary age because….I guess that means growing up or whatever…but, then you do and you buy a bunch of crap later anyway when you finally get a job. And that crap is great, and you love it since it’s an expansion of you!

One of my supervisors yesterday told me about how his seven-year-old daughter brings a stuffed animal to school every day. But also, so does everyone else in her class. They switch up what stuffies they’re going to bring each day and they play with them and each other and the entire concept is so cute and wholesome. And he said, rather jokingly but still, “at this age it’s stuffed animals, but when they’re teens, it’ll be drugs”. Which I thought about for a moment since it was a sad concept. Whilst this may be overly optimistic of me, I’m hoping that with the normalization of adults having less adult things now, that those kids will hang onto the stuffies instead of tossing them to the side for drugs. I’m hoping that the concept of growing up will become softer and cuter and more wholesome rather than scrambling to rebel in detrimental ways.

I guess I just find it funny that children need to get rid of all their children things only to repurchase children things maybe a decade later. I find it even more funny that we put so much weight on childish things, like why can’t we love dolls and plushies after the age of nine? It’s ultimately just stuff in the grand scheme of things, and like I said, humans like to have stuff. I have Sears catalogues from ages ago and Teen Vogue magazines and a third printing of The Hobbit and records and dvd’s and hand-me-down sweaters from ninth grade. I have them because I like them and they bring me joy and I haven't outgrown them, just like I haven’t outgrown the stuffed animals I have. Despite being an adult, I still like comfort things, most people do I believe. My mum has been re-reading childhood books she read to get me to sleep as a wee one. I keep rewatching animated fantasy shows for kids because I’m a sucker for magic and whimsy. One of my friends just purchased a new addition to her doll collection. These things are comforting, I think, in part because they were fashioned for children and one of the huge tasks of an adult is comforting a child. Thus, childish things are comforting. Thus, why should we get rid of said things, as we will still need comfort throughout many points in our lives?

Again, if it’s getting excessive and it’s based solely in consumerism and immediate desire but not prolonged want, then sure, by all means tone it down a bit. I don’t want to promote being wasteful. I just also don’t want kiddos to have to sacrifice their memories and sentiments in the name of getting older. Kids will always have things, just as adults will always have things and I know that things take up room and are heavy and cumbersome but that’s the reality of being a person I suppose.

#writing #blog #friday post #thoughts #biweeklyblog #adulthood #childhood

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Desperate Alts Lives: Dragon Holiday

Trixany: *glances at the camera as the gold elevator doors close* Not only does Haris have an elevator in her house... Oh fel, I forgot what floor she's on. What floor is it? Her PA, that silly gnome expressed the party location as a math equation *glances back at camera man* I hope we don't end up in the basement. Or worse, Haris Pilton's hot pink war room... *she presses a button at random, then sighs and presses a few more* So I'll explain the real reason we're here while we're stuck waiting on this elevator.

Camera man: Breaking the fourth wall again Miss Cuomo, but ok.

Trixany: Its been my brand for ages. Anyway, there's this horrid tradition among the Silvermoon social elite of paying tribute, like actually paying tribute to the social queen, or king of the season.

Except, it'd look way too vain to actually do it like that. So Haris said it was a White Elephant holiday party. *she looks up as the elevator goes up* However, that doesn't mean everyone is getting these cheap but clever gifts. They all have to be nice--Woop! Wrong floor. How can she have a whole floor devoted to being a shoe closet? There are seriously only two or three real foot transmogs if you think about it. We don't even get heels. This is Warcraft. *smirks at the camera*

But anyway, somehow, at the end of the day? Haris is going to get all those presents, her little spies know who they're from, and the gifts do need to be nice. Like, I mean super nice. *she peeks out when the gold doors slide open again* Nope, that's the Goblin spa.

Camera man: You can't leave us hanging like that. What is your um, your worst example. Of a holiday present Haris Pilton secretly got as tribute.

Trixany: *adjusts her purse, thinking* Okay so during the Burning Crusade, right? Someone, *cough* Sabellian *cough* gave her a netherdrake.

Camera man: What??

Trixany: It was completely triflin like... really, Sabellian? We all knew it was you sucking up to her. That patch for netherdrake rep hadn't even come out yet, and here Haris is getting one of his children--his actual dragon child--as a gift.

Camera man: Whoaaa.

Trixany: Shh! I think this is the right floor. Is it? I hear music and party noises. Unless this floor is her harem.

Camera man: Harem?!

Trixany: Okay, this is it. Pretend we weren't talking. But uh, seriously. You need to watch your step around Blood Elf elite. Give them the wrong tribute and they can make your life miserable.

Camera man: One last question, Trixany. What did you get Haris Pilton for the holiday?

Trixany: *lowering her voice as the gold doors open* Wrathion is in this gift bag. *she shows what looks like a baby black dragon plushie in the red gift bag*

Camera man: Cute.

Trixany: He's in whelp form. It's hilarious because it's a throwback and kind of a slap in the face for the netherdrake gift thing. It's subtly insulting, but we're rivals. She'll get it.

Camera man: Man! Aren't you risking a lot?

Trixany: Me? Not really. Wrathion is trending. Plus, he's frozen with the help of Bronze dragons from an alternate timeline. He can't sass her or be his annoying usual self.

Camera man: That's not a stuffed toy? Isn't that illegal!

Trixany: I can't give Haris a fake! That would be the thing to get me in real trouble.

Camera man: So for the holiday, Trixany Cuomo is giving Haris Pilton actual Wrathion. A dragon man as a present. And we're not at all worried it might alter current events or somehow erase Wrathion from the here and now.

Trixany: Surprised? Sabellian helped. Funnily enough, he was more than willing to help me. *struts out of the elevator on clacking green heels, with a big fake smile and hug for Haris Pilton* Haris, oh my goooods, happy holidays! You look so nice!

#desperate-alts-lives

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x-ceirios-x · 1 year

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took a look at your masterlists and xavi looks so cool could you do these for them??

🖌️ - Do they have any hobbies?

👗 - How comfortable would they be wearing a skirt or dress?

💀 - How do they feel about horror movies?

🧸 - Do they have any stuffed animals? If so, are they decorative or do they sleep with them?

I’m crying I love xavi so much you have no idea he’s my GUY (and my projection character when I finally wrote up his backstory you’ll see what I mean lmao) TYSM THO JACK MWAH LOVE YA /p

🖌️ - it bounces around a LOT. he started getting into a lot of artistic stuff when he was in high school and just ran with that. It started with graffiti-ing the skate part with sumi (also on my m.list) and then doodling when he was bored, then really drawing to vent. Really got into paint for a while. Then he started working with Jun (another sk8 character) for a bit into his adult life helping out with designs for her fashion company which he enjoyed, then he picked up makeup and started learning how to do that for shoots and things. sumi and Miya were quite frequently models for that. Other than that he does sing and play a little (very basic) guitar (which is fun when he meets nyoko 😊)

👗- depends on when we’re talking but the older he gets the more he doesn’t give a fuck. like as a teenager he would never just bc he’s self conscious but at like 23 he’s like “might as well”. Also very frequently would try on things for Jun for a while so he had to get used to it lmao. probably doesn’t have any as part of his closet but wouldn’t say no to wearing one out & about

💀 - this is the fucker that laughs at them. Miya is scared to death of them so he’s hiding under blankets while sumi and xavi are cackling because “these people are so fucking stupid”

🧸 - I think he would have them from his young childhood, but they’re probably in his closet. not intentionally hidden but not out on display either—he’s just very indifferent. I think he has a lot of those plushie key chains that are of anime characters though and they’re just kinda around his room and hanging on things

#xx.xavi #dude I love talking about him you have no idea #he’s so ???#xavi my love my life

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workofheart · 3 years

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jean kirstein relationship hcs

sorry for the inactivity lately y’all school is whooping my ass </3 in the mean time, have some modern jean relationship hcs bc i miss him

protective boyfriend #1 ♡ ♡ ♡ will not hesitate to yell at ppl if they’re mean or rude to you, he doesn’t want anyone coming near you like that. thinks his partner deserves the absolute best and will not tolerate people disrespecting you or even thinking of disrespecting you. he will defend you til the day he dies, even if it embarrasses you

asks the waiter for a new dinner when yours is undercooked and you’re too nervous to say something. if you’re a person w social anxiety or just don’t feel like doing something, he would do things for you no problem, whether its fetching you something, paying for you, ordering for you, etc. he’s not gonna tease you or make fun of you, he’s just happy to help

he’s a sappy drunk :’) when he’s hammered, he gets all clingy and drags you onto the couch to cuddle w you/hangs off of you while you walk home and tells you all about how he feels about you and how he wants to spend his life with you and have dogs and a cute home forever. has the cutest little giggle while literally pouring out his feelings for you

and if you bring it up in the morning, you KNOW he’s gonna get so shy and red like “oh... i said that? haha...”

his biggest dream is just domesticity with you - like i mentioned, living somewhere beautiful in a nice house with a beautiful family or just you and him :( he really cherishes you and just dreams about spending his life with you. his “happy place” is very likely just the two of you sitting in a field by a river on a sunny day, maybe with some sandwiches and sparkling water, with all the time in the world watching ducks swim by

i imagine that you were previously friends before starting to date, but he’d been seriously pining for you since the beginning, just never wanted to make you uncomfortable and was too scared to say anything. he’d go home after hanging out w you and just sigh (probably yell into his pillow in frustration too but shh) bc he just felt like if it wasn’t you, then who else?

meanwhile you’re being so obvious that you like him back but he keeps reasoning that you’re just being nice and wouldn’t actually want him like that

was ready to settle for friendship and just lock away his feelings when you just pulled him aside and confessed directly. he was a strangely confused yet happy daze for the following weeks

is a sucker for romance movies - likes imagining him and you in those scenarios, romanticizes your own relationship shamelessly. i feel like he’d enjoy 500 days of summer and... wait for it... clueless. I KNOW. it’s his guilty pleasure. also consider: he bawled his eyes out at the end of la la land.

loves beach dates! loves the beach, loves the boardwalk, loves everything about that summer atmosphere. waits in line to get you funnel cake and then you sit and eat, people watching and making up stories for everyone that passes by and just laughing while you enjoy the fresh summer air. in the arcades, totally the type to win himself a cute plushie but when ur like “omg!! is that for me?” he goes oh yeah haha.. but don’t think he doesn’t notice when you’ve been eyeing up a specific toy at the ring toss stand. he will not hesitate to play game after game until he gets it for you.

lover of back hugs. he is so generous, literally towers over you no matter ur height, just wraps his arms around u and holds u <3 it makes you feel so safe and loved and that’s all he wants for you

carries you wherever possible. up the stairs, down the stairs, from the kitchen to the living room and back. he always boasts about how easy it is to pick you up bc he’s strong and it boosts his confidence lol

constantly tells you how pretty he thinks you are. jean always thinks you look beautiful so he always compliments your outfits and your hair and your makeup, leans into ur ear to whisper it to u and make u giggle even when it’s just the two of you at home

on that note: always gets caught staring at you and he blushes so easily when you call him out for it. can’t stop looking at you over the top of his newspaper when you’re having breakfast in the morning, can’t stop looking at you while you’re making dinner for him, can’t stop looking at you while you work or study

for valentines/your birthday/holidays he always makes you cute handmade cards out of colored construction paper. he finds a new design every single time and spends so long on it, and finishes by writing out how he feels on the inside. can u just imagine him sitting at his desk, tongue poking out of his mouth with a glue stick in hand as he lays down different colored paper hearts :(

teases you nonstop. always poking fun at you, probably make jokes about how “irresistible” he is and how you can’t keep away lol, thinks you look adorable when you’re flustered

u give him haircuts when it’s getting long, he sits on a stool in ur bathroom and u just give him a trim every once in a while. trusts you not to fuck it up (not that you ever would) and it always comes out so nice and it makes his heart swell just to have you there to do such intimate, sort of domestic things for him.

pet names! i know so many people have talked about this but it’s just so true. has tried everything in the book to see what you like, watches carefully to see how you respond so he knows, occasionally calls you something silly like “pookie” just to get a reaction out of you

needs verbal communication. jean always has so much on his plate and has a lot of insecurities, so he really needs that reassurance that you need him and love him every day until he can accept it for himself

favorite position to sleep in is him on his back with your head on that area between his neck and shoulder, holds you really close during the night. loves loves loves when you nestle into him and cling to him for warmth when you’re asleep. has trouble sleeping if you aren’t there

dotes on you so much seriously he is so sweet and caring, just so whipped for you. he is literally so weak and always gives into you just bc it makes you happy. you want to drive out for mcdonald’s at two in the morning for an apple pie and a shake? he’s getting his keys rn

nsfw below the cut (18+)

i think mostly everyone is in agreement that jean is a total pleasure dom - he spends all night getting you to cum again and again, always asking if you can give him one more

as mentioned earlier, teases. avoids giving you what you want at first, makes you use your words, and when when you do get it, you’re getting it. aka, overstim galore. he’s not stopping until you’re spent

so much dirty talk, asks so many questions to get you to talk. “louder for me, princess” type of guy. wants to reduce you to babbling with how good he makes you feel - the sounds you make get him so incredibly hard

he is also vocal bc he knows you like it. groans his name into your ear just to feel you clench, then laughs.

never forgets to mark you up, leaves hickeys all over your neck and chest and thighs. loves to look at them later on when you’re changing, and especially loves your reaction to seeing them for yourself

size kink!! this man is almost 6’3 so chances are he’s gonna be bigger than you regardless. likes being close to you, likes being in positions where he can see you, probably has an arm slung around your waist or back whenever the position allows for it so he can hold you close

pins your arms down, holds your hips to the bed so you just have to sink into the mattress and take it

every time he aims to fuck your brains out and make sure the only thing you’re thinking about is him and how good he makes you feel

his fingers are fucking magical, dear lord, he gets you so worked up and knows just how to touch you to make you squirm, loves seeing you go hazy and unravel on his fingers. his fingers are so long and gentle and stretch you out so nice + he knows exactly what to do, where to touch you, when to change his motions to get you there in minutes

needs to be kissing you when he makes you cum. swallows your moans, adores how you struggle to kiss him back with the pleasure he’s giving you

mirror sex is top tier for him, probably has one of those siding door closets w mirrors next to his bed so he can make you look at yourself and watch just what he’s doing to you

eye contact, will 100% grab your jaw to make you look at him, loves seeing you stare up at him through glassy eyes

literal KING of aftercare. takes such good care of you, gets you anything and everything you need, cleans up so well, gives you the world and more

#jean kirstein x reader #jean kirstein fluff #jean kirstein fanfic #jean x reader #jean kirstein #jean kirstein hcs #jean kirstein headcanons #aot hcs #aot headcanons #aot x reader #aot fluff #jean kirstein smut

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ramenaddicted · 2 years

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🐸`✵•.¸,✵°✵.｡.✰ MHA Drabble: Kero Kero Tomua ✰.｡.✵°✵,¸.•✵´🐸

This is my fluff one-shot for our crusty boy Tomura Shigaraki. As always my works are crossposted tom my AO3. Not a lot of tags or warnings.

AN: This work contains fluff, and hints at spoilers if you are not familiar with Tomura's origin story.

Tomura Shigaraki wearing a frog raincoat! Just imagine, Tomura is not used to getting gifts and since being in the care of AFO the only gifts he got were the hands and Kurogiri. Everyone receives a gift when you arrive on the scene; Toga gets those tiny plushies, Dabi gets a new cologne, and Tomura gets a green frog trench coat. when you present the coat to tomura he stares at it with little interest. you explain that you've seen him out and about, roaming in the rain with no coat, no Kurogiri, and no umbrella.

At first, he called your gift stupid, but one night the rain was pelting their side of town, and tomura needed to leave the hideout for some snacks. hanging up in his closet was the light green and yellow-colored frog pattern raincoat. As Tomura runs a steady finger across the water-resistant fabric, he marvels at the distinct pattern on the hood and pockets.

"Frog-shaped hood and Lily pad-shaped pockets." he says flatly.

Tomura released an aggravated sigh as he wrangled on the frog raincoat. He knew the rain was pouring, but he needed his snacks. As he calmly fastened the comically yellow buttons on the coat, Tomura shoved his wallet into his pockets, laced up his red sneakers, and left his room.

It’s midnight at the hideout, but that doesn’t mean the inhabitants are asleep. Kurogiri is polishing glassware at the bar when he spots gleaming ruby irises staring at him from the dark of the other side of the room.

“Leaving the hideout, Master Tomura?” Kurogiri asks as Shigarakis's frame slinks from out of the darkness and into the dimly lit bar area. The plumes of stationery smoke puffy a little bit as Kurogiri takes in Tomura’s new raincoat.

“Is it bold of me to assume that that was a gift from y/n?” The nomu inquires.

The coat is not form-fitting but rather loose, it gives the villain the appearance of a kawaii fashion enthusiast instead of a creepy guy wearing a child's raincoat. Tomuras cheeks dust with a pale shade of pink as he grumbles something incoherently while walking towards the door.

The scent of rain brings unwelcome memories as Tomura walks toward the nearest convenience store. Before the tragedy Tomura loved to play outside with his pet and his siblings, now he tries his best to avoid going out when it rains. Tomura cleared his objective and acquired chips, soda, and a small snack cake. With his consumables purchased he started the trek back home. It’s funny how the night sky can look so lonely when it rains. The dark gray is highlighted by indigo and swirls of mauve. Not a single star shines through, just the lights of the city and cars slightly illuminate the darkness.

Nya~

The sound startles Tomura as he looks for the perpetrator, then he feels a slight warmth around his ankle. Another soft Nya directs him to look at his ankle, it’s a cat, a pure white one with the softest blue eyes he’s ever seen.

“I’m assuming you're cold.”

The cat mews in agreement as its white tail curls around his ankle and nudges him with its head. There are many cons to this situation, the cat would starve if Tomura leaves it, or AFO would kill it as a gesture of killing his weakness, either way, the cat still dies.

The soft pelting of rain turns into a pitter-patter as he contemplates his decision. The space around him and the cat may be softly pelted with rain, but the rain itself still continues its trajectory. Then brightly colored rain boots come into view.

“I figured you would find a use for the coat Tomura.” you giggled as tomura lifted his head to get a good look at you.

You're prepared for the weather, orange rain boots, an orange raincoat, with an orange umbrella shielding him and the cat from the rain. You swooped up the cat before Tomura could say anything, he noted how the wet menace was shivering. You turn on your heel and tell him to follow you, leading the leader of the league through a short system of alleyways, you two soon reach an apartment building.

“This is where I live, Mi casa es su casa~” you chimed while ushering the lanky villain up the stairs. Once you reach your unit, you quickly unlock the door and greet the empty air.

“If you live alone then why do you greet the air?”

“I’m greeting the ghost of the old lady who used to live here before my boss,” you reply nonchalantly.

You direct Tomura to peel off his raincoat and set it on the kitchen table, rain boots were left in the entryway as he trudged his way to your couch as you tended to the cat. Your apartment has a cozy aesthetic to it, the lighting is dim, your couch has soft blankets and cushions, and it smells like a cozy candle. A stark contrast to the league's hideout and AFO’s laboratory, you come back with the cat wrapped up like a burrito in your arms. Not only is Tomura jealous of the treatment, but he’s also jealous of how close you are with random strays.

You tell Tomura that the rain isn’t going to let up and that you called Kurogiri to let him know that Tomura will be staying over until the weather clears. At some point, you put Hachi (the cat) down to go make tea for you and tomura.

“Are you an adventurous man, Mr. Shigaraki?” you joke as you start your electric kettle.

“Not really, why?”

“I ask because my taste in tea is vastly different from the traditional palette.”

You surprise the villain with a London fog style tea, no milk, just earl gray with lavender syrup and a pump of vanilla syrup served hot in two floral pattern mugs. Your night ends with your boss sleeping on your couch and Hachi sleeping on his chest, you silently squee as you quickly take a photo and send it to Kurogiri.

End.

#tomura x reader #tomura x y/n #tomura shiragaki #tomura fluff #mha fluff #mha drabble #mha one shot #bnha fluff #mha x reader #bnha imagines #mha imagines #ramenwrites #mha masterlist: Tomura Shigaraki

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