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kewpiekitty · 16 days ago

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hiii!! may I request fem reader with amir and barry (seperate pls) relationship headcanons? :3 fluff with a dash of suggestive themes and a VERY tiny drop of smut as well if thats alright as well!!

boyfriend headcanons!

a/n !: helloooo sweet anon !! of course you can request these two !! i love teetering on the edge of sfw and nsfw so im all for it !! this might not be as suggestive as you'd like but i hope it's still okay !!

content warning !: fem reader!, small suggestive themes, implications of sex, and some flirting !!

synopsis !: some cuteee headcanons about what it's like being in a relationship with amir n barry from date everything !!

amir

this man loves to look at you, it's basically what he was made for. no pun intended. he takes this job very seriously too, watching as you do whatever tasks you need to do around the house.

he studies your movements. like how your hips sway from side to side, your legs crossing each other as you walk, and the way you bat your eyelashes when you want something.

if he were to take a test on you he'd ace it! he knows every little thing you do, down to the last involuntary movment of your muscles.

amir WILL NOT allow you to be insecure, he will force you to stare in the mirror until you say that you look pretty. and i promise you he will keep you there until you say it.

if you tell him you are insecure he'll make you list all the things you don't like about yourself and kiss those parts! leaving light kisses on each part of the body he loves so much. sometimes it may get a little out of hand though

"amir please not right now" soft kisses land on your thighs, amir never stops though depsite your words. "i'm sorry mwah azizam, i just can't smooch help it. your body is so mwah gorgeous to me." you squirm as his hands hold your thighs down. "ahh—o-okay but you don't need to kiss there!"

praise is big with him! not just in the bedroom. when you're wearing a particularlly cute outfit he'll ask for a spin, studying how the clothes you chose accentuate your curves just right. the colors you're wearing making you look delicious.

he's the biggest flirt ever, doing and saying anything to catch you off guard, even for just a moment. sometimes, when you're talking to other objects throughout the house he'll come up behing you and whisper dirty thoughts into your ear. watching you as you squirm and try not to blush.

you will never have ton ask for compliments from him because he is firing them out on a daily basis. there isn't a moment where he isn't complimenting you. if you have one fan then it's amir, if you have no fans then consider him dead.

as we've seen before, amir cannot stay mad in your presence. you always know just what to say and he appreciates that more than you'll ever know.

post-realization amir would buy you all the most expensive and lavish gifts. shiny jewelry to wear around your wrists, fingers, and neck, colorful clothes to adorn your beautiful body, and all of the lastest accessories.

he would also show you off to all of his fans. there wouldn't be a single fan of amir's that doesn't know about you. he makes sure to talk about you all the time on talk shows, podcasts, and even in his own spin-off.

barry

this sweet boy would be quite the romantic when asking you out. asking all of the other objects to help him prepare this special moment. he wants to make sure it's just perfect for you. since you are the most beautiful girl he's ever seen.

he'd help you choose what products to use as well as pick out an outfit for you.

"here goregous," he hands you a lip liner and two lip glosses, plus some other products for the rest of your face. "use these for your lip combo, i'm dying to see how those colors look on your. . .lips."

he trails off as he begins to think of your pretty lips, so soft and sweet. he'd do anything just to have one kiss from you.

barry would test different lip combos and eyeshadow looks on you, using only the colors that work with your skintone and style. of course he knows what looks good on you. he'd never make you wear something you didn't look good in/feel confident in.

plot aside, if you love to shop, barry would be right by your side. dragging you into different stores like sephora, ulta, and sally beauty's. i hope you aren't a shopaholic cause he will help you break the bank.

or if you come home from a little shopping spree he would immediately have you sit down and give him a haul. listening and watching intently as you talk about each item you pull out of the bags.

will ask you cute trivia questions all the time and you always answer them, even if he's asked some of them before. . .he already knows all about the brands you like and what products you hate but he just wants to hear you talk some more !!

everytime he does your makeup/skincare, he's always so gentle! just like when you're in bed with him.

he always makes sure that you buy waterproof mascara and eyeliner, not for any specific reason of course!

"huff huff—it's a good thing you use such a quality, hmmph—brand of mascara honey. otherwise it'd be—ugh—all over your face!"

sometimes he forgets some things. . .okay not just sometimes. but he makes sure to never forget your favorite things plus your anniversary. he'll always have room in his head for you!

barry also won't allow you to be insecure. he says that "your face is too gorgeous to be insecure my darling! you must show it off to the whole world. i know i certainly want to."

he loves kissing you, he might love it more than any of the other objects to be honest! the feeling of how soft your lips are, the taste of the chapstick you have on. proper skincare is one way to barry's heart!

#pretty.kitty.writes !#date everything #date everything x reader #x fem reader #amir x reader #barry x reader #date everything amir #date everything barry #barry styles x reader #barry styles date everything

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luckyartdrawer · 4 months ago

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IF YOU'RE COLD, THEY'RE COLD!!! LET THEM IN!!!!!

Version without the heavy glass effect :3

These cutie patooties are @divinit3a Chimera Alien DCA! (Cosmic Horror Chimera AU) I did a little art trade with Pom, but regardless of that I still love these Alien goobers' designs so much <333 They toe the line of creepy and adorable well! (I'd trust them :3 )

(I was actually planning to draw these sillays eventually, but now I got an excuse to do it immediately anddd get something too mwehehehe >:333)

Go check out Pom! He's got some lovely designs and alsooo here's a link to these sillays' ref sheet :3

Here's a link to their half as well! (LOOK AT IT, ITS GOREGOUS, I SWEAR ON MY SEALS IT'LL BE WORTH IT)

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seraphicloves · 15 days ago

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𝒊'𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍, 𝒐𝒉, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍

⊱✿⊰ summary: jinu discovers the huntrix manager's secret and maybe, he learns that some people can be redeemed

⊱✿⊰ warnings: angst my baby!! demeaning thoughts from jinu, death mentions?, angst with happy ending, fem reader, possible part two

⊱✿⊰ notes: yay im lwk writing again!! ty to skye for giving me the request bc i really want to get back to writing. im sorry if this isn't great. but if you did enjoy, feel free to request more from me <3

jinu knew he was not a good man - if he could still be called that after being alive so long and being a... demon. the word felt harsh aganist his tongue with an almost sandpaper quality to it. but that was the truth, jinu was a demon. no longer a man with a beating heart and flowing blood, but a creature of misery meant to devour.

and at first, he was fine with it. so long as he could erase those wretched voices from his head, he was okay with consuming souls as easily as he used to eat rice. he knew he was a selfish creature from the moment he could create long term memories.

but meeting her, changed everything. with her soft skin and glossy lips, eyes that always narrowed when looking at him, that little furrow between her brows when he provoked her. she was everything to him and he'd only known her for a little while.

she was the opposite of jinu in every way. she was soft and sweet, stern with the huntrix girls but in a motherly sort of way. he was cold and apathetic, entirely working for his own personal gain. which made him certain she would never love him.

he asked for another date from her, despite knowing even if she showed up she would try to convince him to save the honmoon. but he couldn't stop seeking her out, he needed her as much as he needed to get those vile voices out of his head.

so there he was, waiting on the roof - their usual meeting spot. it was a gamble she would show up, but he was willing to take the risk if it meant seeing her. oh how he wished to feel her skin aganist his hands, her lips pressed to his.

jinu shook the thoughts away and straightened when he saw her appearing. she was most certainly the most goregous women he has met in his entire existence. she was ethereal, like she was blessed by the gods themselves.

"i feel like you keep asking to meet me for reasons other than business" she said with a slight smirk. her eyes were calculating, showing the slight truth to her words. at least that she believes it truly (it doesn't help that she's correct in her assessment.)

he looked away, not quite able to meet her eyes in fear she could see the secrets lingering beneath. it took a single breath for him to regain composure and turn to face her again. he allowed his eyes to twinkle with amusement, a shield to prevent her from seeing what's hidden in his heart.

"maybe that's true but who's to blame me?" he gave her a once over, pretending like it was just a joke. his hands twitched with the urge to touch her, to devour her until she was his completely. but he couldn't. she was as pure as snow while he was the ash from a burning inferno.

she laughed and rolled her eyes, though jinu thought he saw a bit of glee in her eyes. perhaps, he was just delusional with hopes of romance.

jinu was about to say something flirtatious once more when she straightened her expresison. her dreamy eyes turned stone cold serious, her luscious lips drawn into a straight line.

"you're not a bad person, jinu." she said gently, the sweet words crashing aganist him like a tidal wave. he gave her a suspicious look, not able to believe her saying this out of her believing it. she must have an angle. nobody is nice without a hidden motive.

he stayed silent, unsure where she was going with this. she took a step closer, making the distance between them even smaller than before. her hand brushed aganist his, sending electricity shooting up his arm.

"i don't know what you did to become a demon, but i know it doesn't mean you're evil." she said, her gaze even more piercing than usual, "i believe you're capable of redemption."

jinu rolled his eyes, unable to hide his disbelief at her overly optimistic words. him being redeemed? that was as unlikely as hitching a ride on a shooting star. he said (softer than he wanted), "a demon can't be redeemed. i'm cursed to be a selfish monster for eternity."

she stiffened for a second, before forcing her body to relax. jinu narrowed his eyes at her, noting the subtle language her body was speaking.

"so...", she whispered, voice as soft as a feather, "do you think i'm evil?"

his jaw fell slack as understanding fell over him. this angelic woman was a demon like him? how did he not sense it? surely, she showed some sort of sign of being demonic. but how could he expect a person so full of sunshine to be a creature of the dark?

"how? you-" he could barely speak, his voice just above a whisper, "how do you manage huntrix when they kill demons?"

"because i know it's what needs to be done." she said with a solemn nod, "with the honmoon sealed, humans will be safe. they don't suspect me because i don't consume souls."

"do you hear him?" jinu asked, feeling his shield finally crack and his vulnerability shine through. she shook her head no, shocking jinu. how did she not hear him?

"i used to," she explained, "but i realized i didn't want to be cruel. i want to be good, so i did it. it took awhile but i killed him with kindness." she let out a dry snort, finding her own words amusing.

"and now you just help the girls kill your own kind?" he wondered, uncertainty creeping into his skin. could he ever do that?

"it just sends them back to the demon world," she corrected, a little annoyed he kept saying they killed demons. jinu smiled softly and raised his arms in surrender. (he would always surrender to her, so long as she kept looking at him.)

she shook her head and said, "i believe you can get rid of the voices by helping us seal the honmoon. you can finally be the hero."

he wanted to be good, for her at least. maybe he could do it. maybe he could stop being the monster he thinks he is.

"alright, i'll do it. i'll seal the honmoon."

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verianal · 1 year ago

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i am reblogging my own post bcz this FLOPPED :(( n i thought it was lowk a serve (plus i have not started working on my new phanart... LOL if u have any ideas dont be afraid to tell me :3)

Phil in the new sims video RAAGHHH

also ik i murdered phils micro-bang but i did that on purpose so it looked cool and mysterious like the reference :/

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theonottsbxtch · 9 months ago

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SET FIRE TO THE RAIN | LN4

an: i'd like to preface this by saying this is purely fictional and i don't believe lando would behave like this, i've been in many situations like this or where i've watched goregous girls be brought down, if you ever find yourself in a situation like this, talk to someone and if you're too scared to do that. my inbox, my messages are open to talk, i know how difficult it is and i'll always be there for you, every step of the way. love you all <3

summary: based off of this request , the story of a girl who manages to set fire to the rain by finally cutting off a pattern.

wc: 2.6k

warnings: toxic relationship

She had sworn off men.

The last one had hollowed her out in ways she hadn’t thought possible. They’d met at university, and from the start, there was an intensity that made her feel alive, as if the world had cracked open just for them. He was charming, magnetic—a rare kind of brilliance that pulled people in without effort. But beneath the surface, there had been something darker. She’d noticed it in small moments at first, like the way he’d make her doubt her own memories or twist her words into knots she couldn’t untangle.

With him, everything good came with a price. A beautiful night could end with his cutting silence, or an ordinary conversation could spiral into accusations and resentment. He knew exactly how to keep her on edge, to keep her second-guessing herself, until she wasn’t sure where her own thoughts ended and his began.

By the time she realised how deeply he’d tangled her sense of self, it felt too late. She was trapped in a constant push and pull, desperate to hold onto the parts of him that had once felt like home, even as they chipped away at her sanity. She left university more bruised and broken than she’d ever been, feeling like a stranger to herself.

For months after, she found herself replaying conversations, picking apart moments, wondering if somehow she had been the problem. She promised herself she’d never let anyone pull her back into that place—she was done with love, or whatever twisted version of it she’d believed in.

But then she met Lando.

And he was different, at the start at least. There were no telltale signs, or maybe there were and she'd missed them all. But with Lando, she felt like a whole new woman.

Meeting him felt like something out of a story she’d stopped believing in. He was bright, alive, a force of nature. She’d been swept up almost instantly, drawn not just to his charm but to the way he seemed to move through the world. Lando was a Formula One driver—a rising star with an infectious grin and the kind of life that felt thrillingly out of reach. He wore his confidence like a second skin, turning heads everywhere he went, and somehow, for reasons she still didn’t fully understand, he’d turned his gaze toward her.

Their first days together were a whirlwind. He flew her out to races, their weekends a blur of city lights, roaring engines, and late-night conversations where he shared his dreams with a vulnerability she hadn’t expected. She felt as if she was breathing for the first time in years. Lando seemed genuinely interested in her—not just in her beauty or her laughter, but in the way she thought, the things that kept her up at night. He listened in a way her ex never had, his attention a gentle but steady presence that quieted the shadows of her past.

With Lando, she was lighter, bolder. She found herself laughing more, breaking free from the cautious habits she'd formed to protect herself. Even the constant travel, the media attention, the risks that came with his career—none of it scared her. If anything, she was excited by it, captivated by his life at full throttle. She told herself that this was what real love must feel like: exhilarating and limitless.

And yet, as the months slipped by, small things began to nag at her—a flicker of irritation in his eyes when she questioned him, a quiet possessiveness in the way he’d tug her closer when others looked her way. They were tiny cracks, the kind of things she could overlook. But her instincts, dulled as they were by the thrill of his attention, began to stir, whispering that all wasn’t as perfect as it seemed.

She brushed off those whispers. She had promised herself she wouldn’t let fear drive her life, wouldn’t let a good thing slip away just because of shadows in her past. Lando was different, after all. He had shown her sides of herself she thought she’d lost forever.

But sometimes, late at night, she couldn’t ignore the familiar tightening in her chest, a flicker of unease she couldn’t explain. It was nothing—just a bad memory she needed to bury, she told herself.

She was safe, she was happy.

And that was all that mattered.

Until it didn’t.

It started in the small, invisible ways. A slight edge to his voice when she couldn’t make it to a race. The way his grip on her hand tightened a fraction too much when she was talking to someone else, even just a friend. She told herself these things were normal, the quirks of a man under constant pressure. Lando’s world was built on speed, danger, and fierce competition. It made sense that he’d be intense, that he might sometimes hold her a little too tightly.

Then came the nights when he’d disappear after races, unreachable, only to return hours later with excuses she could barely piece together. She’d lie in bed, watching the clock, her mind twisting in circles she’d thought she’d left behind. When he finally came back, he’d laugh off her questions, brushing them aside with an easy charm that was starting to feel a bit too practised.

“You worry too much, baby,” he’d say, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear with a smile that was all show and no substance.

She wanted to believe him. She’d fought so hard to let her guard down, to believe that love didn’t have to mean hurt. And for a while, she’d manage to push the doubt aside. After all, wasn’t it better to be with him, flaws and all, than to be haunted by ghosts she couldn’t let go of?

But the cracks widened. One evening, after a long dinner with friends, he pulled her aside, his voice low and edged with irritation. “I don’t like how you were looking at Oscar tonight,” he murmured, his eyes narrowing.

She blinked, caught off guard. “Oscar? He’s your teammate, Lando. We were just talking about your race.”

“I don’t care what you were talking about. You don’t need to give him that much attention.” The words were soft, but there was an edge beneath them that sent a chill through her.

It was like something inside her split open, letting old fears seep through the walls she’d so carefully built. She tried to laugh it off, to remind herself that Lando was nothing like the man from her past, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was slipping, that she was losing her footing on familiar, dangerous ground.

The excuses she made for him started to feel heavier, harder to carry. She was left questioning herself, wondering if maybe she was the problem, if somehow, her history had left her too damaged to hold onto happiness.

But deep down, beneath the doubt and the fear, she knew something was wrong. It wasn’t just her past haunting her this time; it was Lando. The way he seemed to light up her world only to cast shadows over it moments later. The way he made her feel seen and invisible all at once. She could feel herself changing again, growing cautious, careful.

And with each passing day, the Lando she’d once trusted felt more and more like a stranger.

But leaving? That felt impossible.

After all, who else would love her like he did?

No one would.

At least, that’s what her ex had said. It was what Lando insinuated, so it had to be true.

The words echoed in her mind on the quietest nights, when she lay beside him, his arm heavy over her waist, pinning her down in more ways than one. She’d stare at the ceiling, tracing the same lines over and over, feeling trapped in a strange in-between—a place where she was too afraid to stay but too afraid to leave.

When she’d first heard those words from her ex, they’d cut deep, etching a truth she carried like a scar: No one else will love you. No one will understand you the way I do. She’d almost forgotten how it felt to hear them again, subtle and soft, woven into Lando’s comments, his sideways glances, the way he’d sometimes pull her close and murmur, “You’re lucky I put up with you, you know.”

And, to her shame, she’d nod, a small part of her believing it. Maybe she was lucky, she thought, to be wanted by someone as thrilling as him. Who else would have taken her on whirlwind weekends, whisked her away to foreign cities, painted her life in colours she’d only dreamed of? Who else could make her feel this alive and desired? Surely, she should be grateful.

So she stayed, clinging to that fragile, half-real world they’d built together. She ignored the voices of her friends, who’d started to ask if she was okay, if she was happy. She brushed off their concerns with a laugh, told them Lando was just “passionate,” that he had a fire in him, that life with him was thrilling, intense. But the truth was that he didn’t bring just fire; he brought a burn that left her raw, exhausted, a shadow of the woman she’d thought she’d become.

The turning point came one rainy night, it hardly rained in Monaco, after an argument that had started small but escalated, Lando’s anger flaring as she’d barely managed to keep herself from shrinking under his words. He’d stormed out, slamming the door behind him, leaving her alone in the dim light, the sound of rain pattering against the window like a quiet reminder of everything she was losing.

As she sat there, a familiar sense of dread settled in her chest, mingling with the weight of words she’d heard too many times before. You’re lucky I’m here. No one else would deal with you. No one else would want you.

But this time, she felt something else—a flicker of defiance, an anger that had long been smothered by fear and doubt. She realised, with a clarity that shook her, that these words weren’t truths but weapons. Weapons used to keep her in place, to make her question herself until she couldn’t see straight.

Maybe she was more than what he saw in her. Maybe she was more than the broken woman her ex had left behind.

The rain outside was pouring harder now, pounding against the window, drowning out everything but her own heartbeat. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the weight lift, even if only slightly. She didn’t know if she had the strength to leave, but she knew she couldn’t stay—not like this.

Being with Lando felt like trying to set fire to rain.

Every time she reached for warmth, for comfort, her hands came away empty. Every promise he made seemed to evaporate just as quickly, leaving her cold and reaching for something that was never really there. Loving him was an exercise in futility, like trying to hold a flame in a storm, only to be drenched by the downpour of his moods, his shifting affections, his quiet, calculated disapproval.

He came home that night, soaked from the rain, his eyes darker than usual, his expression unreadable. She could smell the sharp tang of whiskey on him, the subtle tremor in his hands as he reached for her. She took a step back, though, bracing herself.

“Where were you?” she asked softly, not even expecting a real answer. She’d stopped expecting those a while ago.

He shrugged, a hint of a smirk tugging at his mouth. “Out,” he said, as if that was explanation enough. He glanced at her, his eyes sweeping over her with a mix of amusement and something colder, something she couldn’t place. “Why? Did you miss me?”

There was a time when she’d have laughed, played along, swallowed her doubts and insecurities just to keep things smooth between them. But that time was gone. Now, she felt nothing but a quiet emptiness where her laughter used to be.

“Maybe I did,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “But not anymore.”

A flicker of something crossed his face—surprise, maybe, or the sting of wounded pride. He scoffed, leaning back, crossing his arms as he studied her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

She swallowed, steadying herself. “It means I don’t want to be kept in the dark anymore. It means I’m done waiting for you to be someone you’ll never be. You talk about how lucky I am, Lando, but the truth is, I think I deserve better than… than this.” Her voice cracked, and she felt her face flush with both fear and defiance.

He laughed, a low, mocking sound that sent a chill through her. “You think you can do better than me?”

She met his gaze, her hands trembling as she fought to keep her voice steady. “Yes. I think I can.”

It was a small, simple statement, but as the words left her mouth, she felt something shift inside her, like a flame catching despite the rain. She knew he’d try to reel her back in, try to make her doubt herself, to make her think she’d never be enough for anyone else.

But she’d felt enough of the fire and the rain, the illusion of warmth that left her soaked and freezing. She was done waiting for him to change, done trying to be enough for someone who would never be satisfied.

He watched her for a long, silent moment, his face unreadable. Then, with a harsh, humourless laugh, he turned and walked away into his gaming room, leaving her standing alone in the dim light, the rain pounding against the windows like a heartbeat.

And as she stood there, she realised she’d already begun to let go. For the first time, she wasn’t afraid of the emptiness, the quiet. She was ready to face it, to feel the cold and the rain, knowing that someday she’d find her own warmth again.

This time, she wouldn’t look back.

She packed her bags, and unlike with her ex, she didn’t cry. She didn’t find an excuse to stay.

With each item she folded and placed into her suitcase, a sense of liberation washed over her. Clothes, books, the little mementos she’d collected during their whirlwind romance—all of it felt heavy, like anchors that had dragged her down into a darkness she no longer wished to inhabit. This time, she didn’t hesitate to let go.

The silence in the apartment felt almost deafening, but it was a comforting kind of silence, the kind that echoed with possibilities rather than the suffocating weight of past memories. She moved methodically, her hands steady and sure, and each zip of the suitcase felt like another step toward reclaiming herself.

When she finished, she stood in the middle of the living room, looking around at the remnants of their life together. It felt surreal, like a movie set she’d walked onto without ever really belonging. There were the photos of them at races, beaming smiles and happy moments frozen in time, and the framed poster of him in his racing gear, his helmet in hand, looking ready to conquer the world. But now, instead of warmth, those images filled her with a sense of finality. They were remnants of a story that had come to an end.

Her heart raced as she glanced toward the room he was in, half-expecting Lando to return and confront her, to wrap her in his familiar embrace and whisper sweet words that would lure her back into his web. But she shook the thought away. She wouldn’t fall for that crap again. This was her moment, the beginning of something new, and she refused to let fear creep back in.

Because she loved herself.

And in order to love herself, she had to choose herself.

So she did.

the end.

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