#i really like fun lipstick colors but i don't get to wear lipstick much these days

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I tend to be a somewhat pessimistic person but I did my best.

I got the best tip I've ever gotten at work today (perhaps shallow, but tips are a fairly important part of my income).

After I finish answering this ask I'm heading out to see my friend's band perform.

Work this coming week is much quieter, so I'll finally have time to get an overpriced chai latte at my neighborhood coffee shop and write.

🕯 (on a scale from 1-10, how much do you enjoy editing? Why is that?)

I used to probably be at a 10 when my ex and I were dating, since he'd always do final read-throughs with me and help me figure out upcoming plot points (I did some edits and rewrites on my own, but that was a less formal process). He still is proofreading the Bachelorette AU, but my enjoyment of that is lower now.

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Would bimbo reader try to make Simon wear pink versions of his clothing(like a balaclava)? Or pink briefs/thong?(shes seen TikToks of guys jokingly showing underwear straps from their sweatpants). or makeup?? I saw a little trend of girls doing lipstick looks on their boyfriends’ lips and a simple makeup look (but let’s be fr mans is white AND British he don’t got much in terms of lips 🤭)

Also, would bimbo reader be a Sanrio girly??

PLSSS EFJHEHJBFHJBFE

She'd convince Simon to wear pink boxers at least once just because 1. the color is pretty 2. the sheer contrast of her emo pet/boyfriend being like THAT and wearing pink is funny to her BHJEFJHBEFJHB

One small “I bought them for you, Si” while batting her pretty eyelashes would be enough to get him to wear them. He would only wear them when he's back home with you, and quite honestly I don't really think he'd mind the color much. His girl bought them because she likes them and she's the only one who gets to see them, so why would it matter?

I also think he'd let her do his makeup when they're both very bored!! Yeah, he's a badass behemoth of a man, but he also enjoys time together with his lady doing absolutely anything. He trusts you to do whatever you want to his face and depending on how good your makeup skills are, he'd either laugh or be lowkey impressed 😭

Of course, he wouldn't go outside with makeup on, but the fun aspect of it is seeing your pretty face so close to his, all focused on making him look pretty and practice your makeup skills. He lowkey feels proud when you tell him you're jealous of his naturally long lashes hjnehjbfjhb

I THINK she would!! She'd like them mainly for the collection items and I can see her having figures of Sanrio characters in her collection room JFEBHJFEJBH

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[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Lipstick Test

Ft. Nanami Kento

image by @/ shoujo-dreamland

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, cock teasing, oral (male receiving), face fucking, minor cumplay and dacryphilia

Summary: Nanami gets an important lesson about different lip products.

Pairing: Nanami x Fem! Reader

A/N: This was so much fun to write! Based off of a visual description in this post by @actuallysaiyan.

Word Count: 3.2K

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Day 1 - Lip Balm

Nanami has long since learned to not question how much makeup you own. It brings you joy, you wear it for your own satisfaction, and it is arranged neatly in the vanity of your shared bedroom. He normally doesn't even give it a second thought. But sometimes when you ask him for an opinion on what looks good, what to keep and throw away, he finds himself slightly exasperated. 

“Sweetheart I don't know. If you like it, keep it. I can’t really tell you.”

“But I hardly ever wear lip gloss. Is it worth it?” 

He glances at the tube you're holding trying to think of a suitable response. “How is it different from the other one you showed me?” 

“Well, it's shiny. The other one is an actual lipstick. Look.” You twist the tube to bring up the lipstick and show off the color. Nanami's eyes flick between the two wondering what he could say without causing friction. 

“Y/n I'm still not sure if I see a difference," he says cautiously. “They look similar.”

“How are they similar? Look at this.” You remove the wand from the lip gloss tube and swatch it on your arm before repeating the action for the lipstick.

“See how different they are? This one only has a little color and a lot of shine. The lipstick is full-bodied color and has less shine.” 

Nanami looks at the streaks on your arm. “Oh yes. I see it now.” 

“How have you been with me this long and don't know the difference?” 

“Men are simple Y/n. We like it when you get dressed up but not enough to know what's going on your face,” he says light-heartedly. 

You sigh. That was the truth. Even Nanami was susceptible to certain characteristics most men had, which included not knowing the difference between lipstick and lip gloss.

A sudden idea comes into your head. 

“Ken?” 

“Hmm?” He asks absentmindedly as he fixes his tie, getting ready to go to work. 

“What if I said I have an idea that would guarantee you remembering which lip product is which?” 

“Oh?” With mild interest, Nanami finishes the knot and raises his eyebrows. “Do tell.” 

You grin wickedly. “Drop your pants.” 

For a moment he wasn't sure he heard you correctly. “Now?” 

You nod, biting your lip at the expression on his face. He checks his watch and sighs. He does need to get going soon but curiosity gets the better of him. 

“Fine. What have you got planned, you little vixen?” You smirk as he undoes his belt and zip, pulling them down with his boxers, and giggle with delight when you see he's partially erect. 

“I'm sure you'll never forget this lesson. So. Lip product one. Chapstick or lip balm.” You pull out a tube of strawberry-scented balm and apply it to your lips before smacking them once. “They usually don't have a lot of color to them. They are great for moisture, especially during the winter. You can wear these under lipstick since they don't change the shade. And they're sometimes scented.”

You grab his cock and kneel in front of him, flattered to hear a soft groan leave his lips and become fully erect. 

“Oh, Kento… nothing is going to happen just yet. You need to learn the differences before that.” You wickedly give a tiny lick over his slit, enjoying the taste of it, before pressing a firm kiss against the pink tip, lingering for a while to ensure your lips had made their mark. Sure enough, when you pull away, there's a barely visible sheen of grease from your actions. 

“Have a great day,” you say teasingly before dancing away into the shower. It takes Nanami a second to realize what happened before he checks his watch again. 

“Shit.” 

He hastily redresses himself and leaves for work. 

It was an uncomfortable morning, to say the least, his mind occupied with thoughts of the withdrawn blow job. He manages to make it till lunch before his thoughts become scattered and he quickly vanishes into the men's room to take care of himself. 

As he unclothes himself, he sees with fascination that the little grease mark you left in the morning is still there. He runs his thumb over it, remembering what you had said about it being scented before bringing it up to his nose, blushing when the smell of strawberries fills his senses. 

He pictures the way your lips looked today morning, no color, smelling like strawberries, and with gritted teeth starts to pump himself, trying to keep his moans to a minimum as he finishes and cums in his hand. 

Day 2 - Lip Gloss

He wakes to the feeling of his cock throbbing, begging for attention. You hadn't relieved him last night, shaking your head at him, stating he wouldn't learn if you just gave him what he wanted. But you were definitely putting a lot of effort into keeping him in a state of frustration. 

Before he left, today you applied a shiny lip gloss with a darker color to it and ran the smoothened surface of your lips over his tip, the lack of friction surprising him as he restrained himself from shoving his hardened length into your mouth. 

“And uh… What is this one called again?” He asks slightly breathlessly as you stop your actions.

“Lip gloss. It's very shiny and goes on very smoothly. Like lube for the lips.” You resume the back-and-forth motions, keeping your mouth shut tight. 

Lube for the lips - How much longer would he have to face your sweet tormenting?

When you're done he can see how glossy his head looks with a tinge of some berry color on it, looking like you'd been sucking on it like a lollipop instead of leisurely brushing against it. 

“Please Y/n…” He pushes forward so pleadingly but you smile and tilt your head ever so slightly so that his cock slides across your cheek instead, hot and throbbing. 

“Two more Kento… trust me I'll make it worth your while.” You stand and help tuck him back into his boxers, ignoring the sigh of longing that leaves his lips. You hated sending him to work like this, unsatisfied, but knew that he'd be thinking of you all day. That made the guilt go away faster. 

Nanami has one of the most unproductive days of his life. He sits at his desk blankly staring at his laptop wondering if some unknown divine being was laughing at his misfortune. 

Day 3 - Bullet Lipstick

Nanami approaches day 3 with trepidation when he sees the tube of lipstick set on the vanity as he steps out of the shower. You smile pleasantly at him like you’re not the reason he’s been sleeping with blue balls for the last 2 nights. 

“So this is a standard lipstick.” You remove the cap and twist the cylinder to show him the siren red shade which he recognizes immediately. This was your date night lipstick. His heart beats a little faster as you start applying it to your lips. He already knows what that color looks like on his cock; you’ve left residue on him before after giving him head and he’s not sure if he has the capacity to go to work with a kiss mark from this particular lipstick on his tip. He hasn’t even stripped down yet but he can feel precum leaking from his slit hidden by the towel on his hips. 

“Are you enjoying yourself?” The question comes out husky and a little desperately as you drag the lipstick over your lips a second time to ensure the color pops vividly. You give an innocent look. 

“I’m just trying to educate my boyfriend about lipstick,” you say nonchalantly, putting the cosmetic away. “Well let’s do it.”

Knowing you were fully aware of the effect this particular lipstick has on him, he resignedly drops the towel, feeling the heat rush to his face as fluid leaked from his tip, cock begging for attention. You coo at him as you take it into your hands. He would get his reward tomorrow. 

“Aww….poor thing…Just one more day, ok? I promise.” You lick away the salty, milky drops gathering at the opening, dipping the tip of your tongue into the crevice making him hiss and thrust his hips needily. His fingers grip your hair, and you untangle them with your free hand. Flicking teasingly against the sensitive slit, you grace him with a tiny slurp as you wrap your lips around the measliest circumference possible, hearing the frustrated grumble that arises in his chest, observing the way his balls hang heavily from his body, full of unrelieved cum. You resist the temptation to play with them. He didn’t need the extra stimulation. You let go and observe the ring of color that’s left behind on the engorged head. 

Nanami’s eyes are glassy at the sight, feeling sensibility wash out of him, replaced with a burning need to stuff your mouth full and face fuck you until he cums, the hot liquid dripping everywhere. He twitches in protest when you let go, the little suction you had provided only provoking him more. You press your pretty lips to the side of the tip again, keeping them there long enough to have the color stain his skin. 

“One more day,” you whisper reassuringly, giving another kiss to the pulsing organ, veins showing up so prominently you wonder how he’s managing to think at all. Before he could say anything, you check the time.

“Gotta get to work! See you later.” You wave your hand, struggling not to laugh at the incredulous look he gives you before racing out the door. He sees the date night lipstick stuck to his dick and tries to calm himself down. Nothing works. He ends up relieving himself at home before going to work, digging up one of your used panties from the hamper, smelling the lingering scent of your pussy as he jerks off. He’s still hard when he finishes and he sees that despite the aggressive abuse he inflicted on himself, the lipstick was still there, the kiss mark only slightly mussed. A dick hickey. This day could not end fast enough.

Day 4 - Liquid Lipstick

“Now liquid lipsticks are amazing because they’re super long-wearing. And once they dry down they don’t smudge or leave stains. Hard to remove. But worth it.”

Nanami is standing naked in front of you, cock at attention, not having bothered to get dressed today until you are done. He keeps his face passive, knowing that your reckoning would come this evening. 

You take the wand from the tube and start applying the lipstick, the fluid becoming tacky as it lacquers your lips. You grasp his cock firmly, pumping slightly, a chuckle escaping your lips as he bucks involuntarily in your hand. 

“Ready for tonight?” You purr, looking up at him mischievously. His face is set in a grimace as he imagines what he has planned for you tonight. You had no idea, you poor innocent lamb. He nods curtly.

With the lipstick still feeling tacky, you press a kiss to his head for a final time and pull away, seeing the liquid matte lipstick start to dry down. To quicken the process, you blow cool air over it and Nanami bites back a grunt at the chill, pearlescent liquid beginning to bead at his tip.

“Maybe we should look into temperature play next time,” you tease, before swiping away the bead with your thumb and licking it clean. Nanami makes no comment, reeling in his tendencies with herculean effort. 

It takes another minute for it to dry down before forming a matte finish, the classic lip image one pictured in their mind. The lipstick was a dark cherry red, almost looking like a partially healed bruise on his delicate skin. You tap gently to ensure It was completely set. 

“Well… Have a good day Kento.” Like the past few days, you push his cock back into his boxers, trying not to smirk at how it tented the fabric. “I'll give you a minute to calm down. And tonight… You'll see how much I appreciate your effort.”

“Mhm,” is all he says as he waits for tonight. 

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You squeezed yourself into the tiny bits of lace and silk in preparation for him coming home that night. You had already brought takeout from his favorite restaurant and waited for him to come home. Of course you'd be giving him head. He deserved it after the impressive display of patience from the last four days. When you hear his footsteps coming near your bedroom, you feel your core moisten in anticipation. 

Upon seeing you, Nanami merely starts to undress, his ideas blooming to life in his mind’s eye.

“Y/n,” he says as he opens the buttons on his shirt. Your eyes follow his hands, feeling like your mouth might start to water at any moment as he exposes his chest, a broad, muscled wall of masculinity. 

“Hmm?”

“So far, you’ve told me about lipsticks that are designed to last. Are there any that give you color but also tend to smudge very easily?” He shrugs out of the shirt and you feel like a lech, staring unashamedly at the abs and pecs that rippled like water flowing down a riverbed. 

You rack your brain, thinking. It was very hard to focus when your incredibly attractive boyfriend was stripping down, staring at you with those wolf-like eyes, threatening to swallow you whole. 

“I think I have one like that…why?”

“Would you mind wearing it now? Please?” He starts unbuckling his belt, his expression almost light and pleasant. You were puzzled at the casual way he asks but thought nothing of it.

“Ah, yeah, sure.” You slide off the bed, knowing the tiny lace thong was probably flashing him enticingly, showcasing your round ass as you walked over the vanity. You find the lipstick in question, a lovely candy pink shade which never lasted longer than an hour when you wore it. Although Nanami’s request mystifies you, you put it on anyway, and walk back to him. 

He was wearing nothing but his boxers, the thick bulge of his erection visible through the fabric. You smile at him and without needing direction, drop to your knees in front of him. As you palm him through his boxers, you look up at him, see the way his eyes grow dark. You pull the waistband down, freeing his cock from its confines. Swollen, you can feel the heat emanating from it and you run your hands, one after the other down the length, squeezing, hearing him inhale sharply before opening your mouth and taking him in.

You lean back slightly to allow more movement for your head, bobbing up and down, enjoying the taste, seeing the way your lipstick streaked along his skin, then pull back, strings of spit forming from your lips to the tip. You take in a breath then squeal as Nanami roughly grabs your hair and shoves himself roughly back in, letting his cock slide all the way into the back of your mouth, tip sitting at the curve of your tongue leading into your throat. Your nose hits his pubes but before you can adjust he yanks again, and he’s pistoning himself in and out of you with aggression.

“Keep those pretty lips open,” he growls as he thrusts relentlessly, ignoring the noises of you trying to catch your breath as he uses you to his liking. His tip enters ever so briefly into your throat and he holds himself for a moment, peering down at you as you look up at him with hazy eyes, at his mercy. With a groan he yanks back, and you inhale deeply, feeling the relief of air for a second before he forces you back on him, teeth gritted as he fucks your mouth. 

“Shit…fuck yes, Y/n good girl…take it all…”

Saliva drips from your aching, open jaws but you do it for him, feeling it slide from the corners of your mouth, falling onto your breasts, your thighs, the floor. He somehow feels bigger right now, his thickness testing your limit, his length almost choking you everytime. Deepthroating him was always a challenge even on your own terms but today you held still and let him use you, spluttering each time he pulled out, before being filled again. 

Nanami watches with satisfaction as the pink lipstick starts to smudge, the color leaving a ring around the perimeter of your lips, some of it dribbling down to form streaks on your chin as the saliva falls. What a sight you were, eyes wide and filled with tears, jaw struggling to remain open and take him, your soft whimpering music to his ears, the vibrations further adding to his arousal. You really thought you had the last word when teasing him with your lip products? Oh you foolish woman. 

He grunts as he feels the heat in his belly, feels his balls starting to tighten, preparing to unload 4 days worth of pent up sexual frustration. Recognizing the signs, you reach out a hand to cup and squeeze him enticingly, drawing a guttural sound of approval as he keeps moving his hips. You flatten your tongue, readying yourself to swallow…and he stops. He doesn’t pull out but pulls your head back by the hair so that you’re looking directly into his eyes.

“Do not swallow,” he says in a raspy voice, a feral snarl of instruction. Your eyes widen at his words. He stares you down, making sure you heard him.

“Nod if you understand.”

Mouth full, you nod gingerly.

“Good girl.” He thrusts in suddenly, taking you by surprise as you try to use the remaining brain cells available to you to remember his command. His grunts become pleasurable moans.

“Fuck I’m close…remember…don’t swallow…want to see you messy…” he gasps in between thrusts. 

As his orgasm hits, thick spurts of milky cum coat your mouth, and he doesn’t remove his cock, leaving it inside as he empties his balls. The liquid drips out steadily, and he watches with satisfaction as some of it starts to stain pink and it slides down your chin and throat, lipstick smearing everywhere.

“Don’t swallow,” he repeats. “And mouth open.” He eases out of you and you feel all his cum pool into your lower jaw, flowing under your tongue and plummeting out of your opened lips. Namami’s thumbs rest at the corners of your mouth, and he swipes at the cum trickling out of your opened lips, relishing the way it turns pink as he mixes it with the lipstick, before brushing the mixture upwards, drawing the color onto your cheeks. 

“I think I understand now.” He takes more dripping, colored, cum and slides it down the sides of your throat. “Long wearing color really does matter.” He continues to caress your face, spreading his seed all over you, enjoying the look in your eyes.

You whimper at the ache in your jaw and he smirks at you. “You may swallow now.”

With relief, you close your mouth and down every last drop, tongue darting out to clean up anything left on your lips. Candy pink is the only thing visible on your face. 

“Next time, wear a matte lipstick. I want to see if it really doesn’t transfer.”

Next time?!

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A Quest for Critters

Giyuu Tomioka x Reader

Warnings: Fem! reader, Reader wears a skirt, Established Relationship, Just slice of life fluff really!

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: You and Giyuu go out to buy some Calico Critters (ᵔᴥᵔ)

Dressed in dark jeans and a t-shirt, Giyuu leans into the bathroom to peek at you. 

“Ready to go?” he asks, watching through the mirror as you apply the last of your makeup. 

“Uh huh,” you hum while dabbing on your lipstick, the color staining your lips as you press them together. Finished with your look, you turn around to face him. 

“I just need to get my purse, and then we can leave, okay?” 

Handsome as always, his eyes fall to your lips as you pucker them, coaxing him in for a kiss. Soft and gentle, his lips press against yours before pulling back, his gaze set on yours as he gently smiles. 

“Alright,” he nods. 

It’s a warm August afternoon, and as planned the night before, you and your boyfriend are heading out for a few hours — to the nearby bookstore, the only place in town where you can find Calico Critters. The adorable flocked toys decorate various areas of your room. Placed among your perfumes and creams, they sit beside the everyday items. You’ve even decorated Giyuu’s bedside table with one — a baby black cat in a blue outfit.

And while you enjoy collecting them, you still only have a few. Since you prefer to get them in stores rather than online, you don't buy them that often. But that's okay because when you do plan on purchasing them, it makes for a fun day out. Plus, it gives you the perfect excuse to dress up in something cute. Days like this are always something to look forward to with your beloved. 

“I like your little skirt, by the way. It looks cute on you,”

A coy smile graces your features at the compliment, and Giyuu chuckles as you thank him.

Heading out the door, he wonders how he got so lucky — such a pretty girl, and he gets to call you his girlfriend. 

Twenty minutes later, you arrive at your destination, your fingers laced with Giyuu’s as you enter the familiar bookstore, the nutty scent of coffee welcoming you from the nearby cafe. The sectioned-off area where other patrons sit and read or quietly chatter. The atmosphere here always calms you — peaceful and quiet. You enjoy spending time here.

“I hope they have the ones I want,” you mutter while getting distracted, stopping in front of a shelf of stationery supplies to pick up a box of gel pens. The shades are pretty, and you can always use a new pen, but then again, you don’t necessarily need them. 

“Which ones did you want again?” Giyuu asks as you set the pens back into their spot, letting you grab his hand while you continue wandering around. 

“The rabbits. I didn’t get them last time, so now I really, really want them. Did you want to check out any books while we’re here? 

“No, I’m good,” 

“You sure? They have sudoku books,” You turn to him with a softened expression, looking up at him with an excited glimmer in your eyes. 

The acknowledgment of one of his lesser-known hobbies has him blooming with warmth. He did mention that he completed his last book of the kind about a month ago. 

“Actually, yeah, let’s look. I need a new one for work. I finished the last one you got me not too long ago.” 

His muted enthusiasm has you smiling, happy as you lead the way over to the puzzle books so he can browse. 

When you first started dating, Giyuu tried to play off his interest in sudoku. At times, his coworker, Shinazugawa, would poke fun at the hobby, proclaiming that it made Giyuu even more of a bore. And while Shinazugawa does still comment on the interest, it doesn’t bother your boyfriend as much as it used to. Especially after you giggled while completing a puzzle with him one day, the corners of your eyes creased as you told him, “You know, in middle school, I was a part of the sudoku club.”  

A few minutes later, he settles on a new book of the number placement puzzles — the pages crisp, little square boxes ready to be written on.

“This one looks good,” he reads over the front cover with a nod, his hands clutching onto the spine as he flips it over to check the back — 300 puzzles should do it for now.

“Alright, now…back to your critters.” 

Grabbing his hand, you lean into his side and chuckle, his focus on the task at hand making you smile, “Right! Back to the important stuff,”

Although, while continuing toward the small animal toys, you can’t help but go off track, shelves, and shelves of other items of interest catching your attention. 

“Oh my gosh, Giyuu, look,” kneeling, you reach down, grabbing a blind box with a series of cat figurines printed across it.

“It’s the only one! Let’s get it,” you say, peering up at him excitedly. “I’m gonna buy it for you, okay?”

“But, don’t you want it?” He wonders. 

“No, I’m getting the critters, remember. So, we need to get you something cute too!” Standing up again, you hand him the mystery box, already settled on purchasing it. 

He must admit, the last toy you purchased like this was quite cute. And opening them up is rather thrilling.

“Okay, maybe I’ll get something cool,” He rotates the box in hand as you continue weaving through the aisles, lifting his gaze when he hears you gasp.

“Look! Here they are!”

Following your voice, he turns the corner and is quickly met with the view of you happily picking up different sets of the toys you came here for, admiring all of their intricate details. It’s nice seeing you so immersed in the act. Giyuu knows how much you enjoy collecting Calico Critters — when you were first getting to know each other, you were afraid he would find the interest weird, too childish of a thing for someone your age to be into. But he thought it was endearing, a wholesome part of your personality that, like all the other parts of you — he had fallen in love with.

“Do they have the rabbit family?” your brows furrow in question as you mumble to yourself, carefully scanning the shelf in search of them. 

Your determination urges Giyuu to try and help, and while you kneel, he checks the areas on top, pushing boxes around until, hidden behind a trio of tiny mice wrapped in blankets, he finds the ones you're looking for. 

“They have them!” His voice tinges with joy as he pulls the box down for you. 

“No way! Let me see,” 

Passing it to you, he watches your lips part in awe, a light squeal emanating from your throat in celebration. 

 “Eee, this is them! We found them, oh my gosh, they’re so cute! Good job looking up there, babe,”

He smiles as you thank him, your lips quickly pecking his cheek before you pull back to check out some of the other sets. You still have a few on your wishlist, but it appears they aren't in stock yet. So, with your newly acquired rabbit family, you and Giyuu head back to the front of the store, ready to check out. 

“We should come back in a few weeks. Maybe they’ll have the Halloween set by then,” 

“I’ll be sure to check behind the baby mice again,” He quips while you head to the register, a soft chuckle falling past your lips as the young lady working greets you. 

When she finishes bagging everything, Giyuu takes hold of the plastic bag while she hands you your receipt, the two of you thanking her in unison. 

“Would you like to get something to drink while we’re here?” With the scent of coffee still prevalent in the air, Giyuu thinks it would be nice to extend your day out with a treat. 

“Sure, we can get something to eat too. We can try those sandwiches they have,” holding hands yet again, you spend a moment looking over the menu, chatting over your choices before deciding what to order. 

Once served, you settle into the seats of the nearby corner table, where, while sipping on his drink, you urge your boyfriend to open the blind box you got him. When you hand him the mystery toy, he studies the graphics printed on the package before tearing it open. His large hands rip open the opaque plastic bag that lay inside while you watch in anticipation, waiting for the reveal. 

Seconds later, a soft laugh escapes him as he pulls out the figure — a small black cat holding a single shrimp tempura. 

“Aww, Giyuu, it’s so cute! It looks like you! Look at his little blue eyes,” 

You wipe your fingers off any crumbs before reaching over to hold the tiny cat, smiling as you hold it up in comparison. 

“Look, you’re practically twins! Do you like him?”

“I do,” He stares at the figure as you hand it back to him. “I think I’ll put him on my desk at work,” 

Setting the cat down on the table, Giyuu replaces it with his sandwich, taking a large bite and swallowing before he continues, “He can guard the sudoku books,” 

A crumb sticks to his lip as he smiles, his gentle humor and the grain of bread pressed to his skin making you giggle — dates like these are always your favorite.

— please do not modify or repost my work

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a/n: Hehehe, another self-indulgent one-shot! I always think about what it's like to go on little shopping trips with Giyuu, so this was really fun to write! I was surprised at how long it turned out too, so I thought it would be nice to share. Anyway, thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed! If you did, please let me know! Your kind comments are always appreciated.

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[cripplecharacters]

Hi! Do you have some ideas in regards to facial differences and fun/cool make-up?

I'm planning to re-design a character, and was planning to give her a port wine stain during the redesign; she's also the type of character who'd really enjoy fun/cool make-up, like stuff that incorporates rhinestones or wild eyeliner shapes. I feel like she might enjoy incorporating her port wine stain into the make-up, but I'm drawing a blank as to how she might do that, and all google gives me is how to cover them, which is the exact opposite of what I and the character want. Are there any resources you could point me to? Or am I missing something that'd make it distasteful to put so much attention on her FD, even positive attention, since I don't have one? (I'll definitely try to have some more characters with FDs who are just, like, neutral about them/don't draw attention to them through make-up like that, but the character in question is one of the main characters so I want her design done before focusing on the more minor characters)

Hi!

I will preface this by saying that I'm a guy with close to zero experience or knowledge about make-up, if I misuse any basic terms or am ignorant about it, I apologize!

The idea of a character incorporating their birthmark into make-up is really fun! I definitely don't think it would be distasteful. I can easily imagine an influencer with a facial difference deciding to do something like this!

Some of the cool things she could do;

She could make it stand out more, rather than less - maybe make the color pop; make it more brightly red (or purple, or any other color hers is)?

Coordinate colors! Matching the color of her birthmark with her lipstick, or eyeshadow, or anything else. Or fun palettes; maybe a sunset gradient that incorporates the port wine stain's color?

Make fun shapes with it! If she has PWS spots, she could maybe turn them into stars, or if the whole thing is visible enough, maybe she could make it into a heart?

Adding rhinestones actually sounds awesome! It probably depends on where on her face it is, but maybe she could frame the stones to go around it, or point towards it?

She can of course wear regular make-up that doesn't put any additional attention to her PWS, there's no issue with that. Just don't make her cover it (but you know that!).

Personally, the rhinestone idea sounds the most exciting to me! There's something high fashion, or maybe even royal-esque about it that characters with facial differences don't really normally get. I would love to see that.

I think that, assuming your character has internet access, the lack of resources is an issue you could bring up in the story. A "why do I have to do everything myself, there's only so many ideas I can think of!" or "no, Unspecified Search Engine, not how to hide it- oh my god, why is it so useless" kind of scenario when she can't find anything new to do when she's out of ideas or hitting the artblock. I've been there when trying to find tutorials on drawing people with facial differences. This is how being a disabled artist kinda is.

all google gives me is how to cover them, which is the exact opposite of what I [...] want

And well, sounds like you got a lick of that facial difference experience ;-) (winky face). Now, imagine if incorporating FDs into art was popular and this wasn't an issue- okay, I probably made this point in too many posts now, but if your body of work ever gets published/popular, it could have an effect on things like this! I love seeing facial differences shown as something to be proud of and not to hide. I also enjoy that you mentioned additional side characters with FD. Thank you!

mod Sasza

[avatar-anna]

hiii, im from brazilll

you can write something like swiftie!yn going to the first show of the eras tour with harry and he is all in love looking at her all emotional and have fun

"If I don't have red lipstick all over me by the end of the night, I'll be very surprised," Harry mused, trailing behind you as you pulled him along.

You turned back to look at him, sparkly red cowboy hat catching the light. "Is that what you want?"

"It's what I expect," he clarified. "You get rather affectionate when you're in a particularly good mood."

"I've never heard you complain about that," you said, letting Harry drape an arm around your shoulders so you could walk together.

"And I never will. Why do you think I work so hard to make you happy?"

Rolling your eyes, you tipped your head back. Your hand found his chin, pulling him down for a kiss. Grinning, you said, "Well, this lipstick claims to be one hundred percent transfer proof, so no lipstick stains tonight."

To your surprise, Harry frowned. "How is anyone supposed to know I'm yours?"

"I'll look for my lipgloss when we get to our seats."

"You better."

Harry knew this was a special night for you, so he tried to let you enjoy it without being all over you. He wanted to let you dance and scream song lyrics at the top of your lungs without him getting in the way. It ended up working out for him, though. His view from behind as he watched you watch your favorite artist was more captivating to him than the concert he was currently attending.

Your white go-go boots with pink hearts on them and matching mini skirt elongated your legs, plush tan skin on display and making Harry's heart skip a beat. He was aware of course that there were people all around, so he tried his best not to stare so openly, but it wasn't easy, especially when you began dancing.

Harry half expected for you to completely ignore him the entire concert. He didn't mind, obviously. Taylor Swift was your favorite artist of all time and you were at the first night of the Eras Tour. Harry was there to enjoy a good concert, but he knew it was so much more for you.

But he was prepared. He had tissues in his pockets for when you cried, makeup wipes for when you returned to the car and eventually wanted to wipe all the glitter off your face, your comfiest pair of slippers waiting in the car, and one of his hoodies for you to slip into on the drive home.

Color him shocked when you held his hand almost the whole show. There were moments where you had too much excitement for your favorite songs, but a lot of the time you were tucked into Harry's side, singing along quietly with your eyes glued to the stage. Harry watched the show too, but he found himself watching you more. It was so cute to see you so lost in the moment, so enamored by music. Harry had seen something similar when he spotted you from onstage at his own shows, but this was different. You loved Harry's music, he knew that, but every track, every lyric, every melody that Taylor Swift had released was everything to you.

"Why didn't you wear the outfit from the music video?" Harry whispered in your ear when "You Belong With Me" came to a close. He was joking, but of course you had a serious answer.

"I'm saving it for another date. Thought I would be more dressed up for the first night." Looking over at him, you grinned before kissing his cheek. "Don't worry. I already have your outfit planned out."

Harry shook his head, exasperated but not at all surprised. "Can't wait."

During "Enchanted," you took Harry by surprise and turned to face him and rested your cheek on his chest. In your boots, you were tall enough to speak quietly in his ear despite all the noise.

"I loved this song when it first came out."

"You did?"

You nodded, one hand finding his and threading your fingers together. "I used to wonder if anyone could really feel that strongly for anyone. So...giddy and enchanted and completely and totally in love. It seemed so out of reach at the time, like an actual fairytale written as a song."

Harry bent his head down so he could look you in the eye. Yours were closed, enjoying the moment, the song being performed onstage. "Did you ever figure it out?"

"I met you." That was all you needed to say, really.

A smile spread across Harry's face as he rested his forehead against yours. His heart beat rapidly in his chest at her small confession. He knew exactly what you meant. Harry wasn't sure if you knew it, if you were even aware of it, but you'd changed his life completely. He'd been in love maybe once or twice before, but it was nothing compared to the feelings he had for you. It was...he supposed you were right, it really was something like magic.

"I love you," he said, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke each word.

You kissed his cheek a couple times before pressing your lips to his. Harry was sure you were trying your best to make good on your promise and leave a mark, and he hoped it worked. The kiss didn't last long, seeing as you were both still aware enough of your surroundings that you knew better than to let things get too heated. But you smiled against his mouth and squeezed his hand appreciatively, happy to share one of the greatest nights of your life with the person you loved most in the world.

"I love you too," you said, then turned around, letting Harry's arm pull you close to his chest and keep you nice and snug there for the next couple songs.

[cowgurrrl]

The Chain

Pairing: rockstar!joel x actress!reader

Author’s note: I swear on my life they will get a happy ending eventually

Summary: “I hope you get everything you’ve ever wanted and I hope I never hear a thing about it.” - Audrey Emmett [2.6k]

Warnings: brief mentions of poor mental health, vague allusions to substance abuse issues, nostalgia, we’re burning bridges and working through the stages of grief

"No Joel tonight?" Alexa asks as she swipes blush across your cheeks. You freeze and pick at your cuticles as you think.

The premiere for Red Dirt Girl is finally here, and people will be able to see everything you did and judge it. It's terrifying, exciting, and uncertain, and it turns out that adding a breakup to that mix is not good for your mental health. Getting ready to film for Beginning of the End and leaving for Ireland has been a great distraction as you organize your life into neat little boxes that travel easily. You've poured yourself over the script, looking into dramaturgy and creating a movie Bible to access during shooting. It's not unlike anything you've done for any other project, but this one feels especially important. You've ignored Joel's texts and calls the past week except to tell him to leave you alone, which he did.

"No, he's gonna meet me there," you tell Alexa with a soft practiced smile, and she nods. "What time is it?" 

"Six forty-five," Jenna answers from behind you, and you take a deep breath. "You nervous?"

"Yeah, but it's all good. I'm excited for people to see the movie."

"I've been hearing really good things from reviewers."

"Really?" You ask, and they both nod. 

"Heard it was one of your most powerful performances to date," Alexa says as she hands you a brilliant red lipstick, and you anxiously turn the tube over in your hands. It's silent as you slide the color over your lips, power, and confidence taking over as you take in the full look for the first time. True to the name of the movie, you and your castmates decided to wear red. When you told this to your stylist, she was thrilled and said she knew exactly what she wanted to put you in— an off-the-shoulder red dress with a lower neckline (á la Pretty Woman) with a slit in the long skirt. It's pretty simple, but when you added the jewelry, hair, makeup, and shoes, it became a beautiful mix of elegant and sexy. "Joel is gonna freak the fuck out when he sees you." 

You know she's trying to hype you up and get you excited for the premiere. You know she's trying to be nice, but the idea of seeing him makes your stomach churn. You nod and pocket the tube of lipstick before standing. You thank them both for helping you get ready but don't say much else as you get escorted out of the hotel room and down to the car waiting for you. Based on the number of people outside the red carpet, half of LA seems to either be getting to the premiere or already at the event. It's insane to see that many people there for something you helped make.

Cameras flash the second you step out of the car, and people scream your name. Fans are lined up on either side of the first stretch of carpet when you get to the theatre. You smile and take the time to greet, take pictures, and sign autographs for different people waiting on each side. It's always fun to hear what fans say to you when they get the chance, and every once in a while, you'll have an experience that just truly shocks you. As you take a picture with a twenty-something girl, she rolls up her sleeve and shows you a beautiful tattoo. At first, you're too absorbed in the linework on the flowers, but once you look closer, you see that the flowers surround a line from one of your first major projects, "On Purpose." 

You cup your hand over your mouth as you look closer at the ink forever etched into her skin. It was such a quick line. You weren't even sure if it would stick with people like it stuck with you. Your character, Margot, said it when she explained why she loved her husband when he was depressed and feeling like a shitty person. "I love you on purpose," she said. You have to swallow around the lump in your throat to keep yourself from crying as you hug the young woman tightly. Quietly, she tells you what it means to her and why that movie stuck with her so much, and you rub her back as she cries. Despite the cameras flashing and the hundreds of people vying for your attention, you can only focus on her and this interaction. This is why I do what I do, you think.

Once you find the strength to walk away and go to the actual carpet, you ask one of the interns to give two tickets for the premiere to that girl and her friend and smile from afar as you watch them get the news. You blow them a kiss and wave one last time before being shuffled away by one of the bodyguards. When you get to wherever you're supposed to be, you see Joel waiting for you. He's wearing a nicely tailored suit with red flowers embroidered over his chest and shoulders with black shoes. He smiles, and you let him kiss you on the cheek to keep up with appearances, suddenly hyper-aware of the five million cameras pointed in your direction.

"You look beautiful." He says.

"Thanks." You mumble. It's the most you've spoken since you had that massive argument at his house. He wants to say more. You can tell he does. You can hear the fucking gears turning in his head he's thinking so loud. But you don't want to listen to any of it. You're here because you legally have to, and you're not going to miss your own movie premiere. He says your name at the same time someone with an earpiece comes up to tell you it's your turn to walk the carpet. You don't even look at him before walking out to the wolves, him trailing closely behind you.

You take a lot of solo shots, feeling in your moment as you spin and show off the look. However, the second your castmates spot you on the carpet, they rush over to kiss your cheeks, hug you, and take so many stupid photos. Some with Lilly and you back to back like Charlie's Angels, or some with Peter bowing down to you. At one point, Max, the guy who plays your dad, picked you up and spun you around like a baby. Once everyone has gotten through their unhinged behavior, you manage to take some nice full-cast pictures with Lilly right next to you and her hand in yours. It's all fun and lovely until you have to take pictures with Joel. Of course, everyone wants pictures of you being completely in love— kisses on the cheek, forehead, lips. Hold her hand, Joel! No, not like that! Look at him like you love him! Aw! It's exhausting. 

When you get toward the end of the carpet, you do interviews with different reporters and answer questions about what you hope people take away from the movie, your favorite memories from set, and more. One reporter gestures to Joel behind you and smiles as she asks, "It must be really nice to have someone like Joel to support you through all this craziness. How have things been with you two? You seem to be everyone's favorite couple right now." You laugh and look back at Joel, who raises his eyebrows at you. You hold your hand out, and he takes it as he joins your interview, much to the reporter's excitement.

"He's pretty great. I mean, look at his matching flowers. Are we kidding?" You gush as you point at the delicate embroidery on his suit, resting your hand on his chest.

"They are pretty amazing! Everyone was talking about you guys coordinating. I think someone even called you a power couple."

"Well, I don't know about that, but we're definitely very happy. I think he's navigating the actress thing pretty well." You say, and he laughs. The interviewer thanks you both and sends you on your way. The second you two enter the theatre, Joel grabs your arm and pulls you to the side where you're out of earshot of other people. 

"Can we talk?" He asks as you rip your arm away from him.

"I have nothing to say to you."

"Then, can I talk, and you listen?" He asks. You roll your eyes and shake your head. You should say no. You should push past him and go to sit down without saying another word, but for some stupid reason, you stay quiet. He takes a deep breath and grinds his teeth nervously. "I'm sorry. I should've told you Sarah was in contact with Angela. I was scared you would get freaked out or think I didn't wanna be with you because I did. I still do. But, I swear, I didn't know she was gonna be there that night. Sarah invited her without tellin' me, and I..." he sighs. "I thought she was dead. She'd been sick for so long, and I hadn't heard anythin' for years. So, when I saw her... I don't know. It fucked with my head, and that's not an excuse."

"No, it's not," you say. "I want Sarah to have everything she's ever wanted, and if that includes a relationship with her mom, then I have no problem with that. What I have a problem with is you lying to me or arguing with me about work when I've never once made a big deal about your job."

"You're right, and I'm so sorry."

"I trusted you, Joel. More than I've ever trusted a partner, and you broke that."

"I know," he says simply. "I can't change what happened, but I wanna try to earn your trust again."

"I don't have time to start over."

"We can find time."

"When? You'll release your album and go on tour, and I'll go back to work. Plus, you've gotta figure out this whole co-parenting situation now." You say, and he nods.

"We'll figure it out. We found time before, right? You came to the studio, and I went to set. We can do that again." 

"We had time because my schedule for the past few months has literally been created around yours."

"Then, I’ll create my schedule around yours. I'll plan dates and trips. We can fix this. Just-"

"Pike offered me a role. A big one, and I took it. I'm shooting in Ireland for at least six months in three weeks." You cut him off, the words spilling out of you.

"What?" He asks, and you shrug. 

"This could be huge for me. I read the script. It's amazing. It's the best script I've read in a long time, and he's not directing. I don't even think he'll be on set a majority of the time but-"

"Do you even hear yourself? When he pulled that shit a couple months ago, you were scared out of your fucking mind!" He raises his voice, and you grab him and press the two of you further into the corner you're hidden in. 

"I had it handled." You mutter, and he scoffs.

"That's what you call handling it?"

"Yes. Not everyone can go around punching photographers and yelling at their managers when something goes wrong!" You snap. 

"Really?" He asks, visibly shrinking as he takes in what you just said. You smooth your hands down your dress and glance around to see if anybody heard you. You bite the inside of your cheek and look at him, but he's looking at his feet.

"This is the chance I've been working my whole fucking life for, and I'm not going to let it pass me by because of one shitty guy. I want to make beautiful art and bring this character to life. I want to do the work. I want a fucking legacy," you say. He refuses to look at you, and you let out a sharp exhale. "I want to be great or nothing, and I'm sorry if you can't handle that." 

For one long, painful minute, neither of you says anything. You stand there, shifting your weight anxiously while waiting for him to say something. There's nothing he can say that would make you change your mind. You decided that way before tonight, but this, the silence, hurts more than you thought. How was there once a time when you two talked so much that you fell asleep on the phone? Those people seem so far away, so stupid, compared to the people you are now. 

"I guess you were right. I guess there's nowhere for us to go after this." 

"No, there's not," you say. "I'm sorry." He nods and doesn't say anything as he steps closer. You get a whiff of his cologne when he leans down to kiss your cheek, lingering for a second before pulling away.

"D'you want me to stay?" He asks, and both its meanings slap you in the face. He asked you the same thing the first time he laid next to you after the car accident, more than ready to give up his bed to you. You looked at him through the darkness and nodded before letting him hold you until you fell asleep. He asked you the same thing when you were doing dishes while on FaceTime with him. You looked at him through the hundreds of miles separating you and nodded as you scrubbed a plate clean. But this time is different. This time you take a shaky breath and push his hair out of his eyes so you can see through the curls.

"No." You say. He doesn't fight you. He just takes a step back and looks over your dress like it's the first time he's seeing you. His brown eyes move over you, making you suddenly self-conscious, but you straighten your posture and square your shoulders to hide it. He smiles half-heartedly, and you know he knows why you did that. 

"Have a good night, pretty girl." He says before turning away from you and walking toward the back doors of the theatre to leave without the press seeing him. You watch him disappear. If this were a movie, you would cry or chase after him. Run through an airport to catch him before he gets on his flight. If this were a movie, you'd tell him you love him. He'd say it back, and you'd kiss like all the problems that led to the third-act breakup are suddenly solved. If this were a movie, you'd quit your job to move in with him and paint baby nurseries and spend the rest of your life bending around his.

Fuck that.

"Hey, the movie's about to start," Lilly gets your attention, and you look at her. She smiles and holds her hand out to you. "Sit with me?" She asks, and you smile back. You walk over and slide your arm around her shoulders to pull her close and kiss her temple. 

"Of course." You say. Then, without much fuss, she interlocks your fingers, and you two walk into the dim theatre, knowing you've earned your seats and then some.

[icycoldninja]

Beauty Day Headcanons for the First Class SOLDIER boys!

A/N: I have always imagined the 1st class bois doing a beauty day with their S/O cause why not? They're beautiful. 💅💄

♡ Sephiroth♡

-Let's start with skincare. He's not that into skin cleansing with creams and whatnot, but will definitely put on a face mask, especially if it's Moogle or Chocobo themed.

-He will allow you to put on some eyeshadow (see pic above, not mine btw) and maybe some foundation, but lipstick is out of the question because he risks getting it on his hair.

-LOVES to have his nails painted, especially black and white. I mean come on. Why do you think he wears gloves? It's to hide his shiny, glittery nails from everyone. Paint his nails for him once and you'll find it turns into a tradition. Every weekend, you two end up sitting at the kitchen table, painting each other's nails different colors, trying out new patterns and designs. Too bad his nails have to be kept short so he can fitght or he would have long-ass coffin nails by now.

-You want to brush his hair? By all means, go right ahead! Sephiroth is a living Rapunzel; to have a beauty day and not play with his hair would be to miss out on a golden opportunity. He loves it. You love it. Everyone's happy.

-What about hairstyling, you may ask? Well, he is in EUPHORIA when you braid his hair (it's soooo relaxing) and likes to have you help him tie it into buns, pigtails, ponytails and whatnot. At the end of the day, he ends up looking like a really big, muscular kawaii girl. ✌️🩷❤️✌️

☆Genesis☆

-LOOK at this man. A total pretty boy. It's likely that you were introduced to beauty days by him, and that he dragged you onto the makeup/skincare/shiny things bandwagon.

-Will wear literally anything you want him to, eyeshadow, lipstick, blush, facemasks, cleansers, you name it, he'll let you put it on his face. That can be interpreted many ways, don't sue me for your dirty minds

-Fingernail painting? He's fine with it, but he's more into pedicures because his hands get scratched up more often than Sephiroth's do.

-When it's time to paint the footsies...hoo boy. His toes are very ticklish, so you have to pinch 'em just so or he'll be wiggling and giggling, and then his feet will end up covered in nail polish and there'll be a huge mess in general.

-Like Sephiroth, Genesis enjoys getting his hair done. He'll let you wash it, style it, tie it up into little pigtails--he's basically your living Barbie doll.

-All in all, beauty days with Genesis are lots of fun. Sometimes you guys turn on a rom-com or drama and do each other's hair while watching it. ❤️

■ Angeal ■

-Aight, this man is different from the rest. He's not that into makeup, but he will don a little blush and guyliner if you ask him to.

-Angeal's preference is skincare, believe it or not. He wants the whole package, face masks, cleansers, lotions, hydrating soaps, etc. Being in S.O.L.D.I.E.R. means you have to leave for missions often--you don't get much time to maintain your skin. As a result, Angeal is now a skincare addict and relies on you to teach him how to use the products properly and help him establish a solid routine.

-Bonus points if you buy him one of those cute headbands to push his hair back. Imagine seeing your beefy boyfriend parading around the house with bunny ears and a pink sheet mask. Adorable.

-Another thing he enjoys is massages. Yes, you read that right. Coming home from an exhausting mission and being met with a warm bubble bath and then a relaxing massage? That's his kind of heaven.

-Also wouldn't mind giving you a nice full body massage as a reward afterwards. What did I tell you about double meanings, like jeez ?

[wildgirllz]

can i request something? Where bucky is confused by makeup or a certain type of womens clothing?? Tons of humour??

Here you go! <3

Bucky Barnes had never been one to pay much attention to fashion or makeup. As a former assassin and now an Avenger, he was used to wearing practical and comfortable clothes that could withstand battle. However, lately, he had noticed that some of the female Avengers had been wearing some new type of clothing and makeup that he didn't quite understand. He was confused by the bright colors, the different fabrics, and the various styles.

One day, while wandering around the Avengers headquarters, Bucky stumbled upon Y/N, his girlfriend, who was getting ready for a night out. She was standing in front of a mirror, applying some lipstick and eye shadow, and Bucky couldn't help but stare in amazement.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" he asked, completely bewildered by the array of tubes and pots scattered around her.

"I'm getting ready for a night out with the girls," Y/N replied, smiling at him.

Bucky furrowed his brow. "But why do you need all of that stuff on your face? You look beautiful just the way you are."

Y/N chuckled. "Thanks, babe, but this is just for fun. It makes me feel pretty"

Bucky was still confused. "I don't understand. Why would you want to wear all of that stuff? Doesn't it feel weird?"

Y/N shook her head. "Not really. It's just like wearing armor or a uniform. It makes me feel confident."

Bucky nodded slowly, still unsure. "Okay, I guess I can see that. But what about these clothes? They're so different from what you usually wear. How do you even move in them?"

Y/N laughed. "They're called dresses, Bucky. And they're designed to be comfortable and easy to wear. Trust me, you'd be surprised how much you can move in them."

Bucky raised an eyebrow. "I don't know, Y/N. They look a little...restrictive."

Y/N grinned mischievously. "Oh, really? Well, why don't you try one on and see for yourself?"

Bucky's eyes widened in horror. "What? No way! I can't wear a dress! I'm a man!"

Y/N shrugged. "Suit yourself. But if you ever want to understand what it's like to wear women's clothes, you have to try it on at least once."

Bucky shook his head vehemently. "No, no, no. I'm not doing it."

Y/N pouted. "Please, Bucky? It would be so cute! And I promise I won't make you wear it out in public."

Bucky sighed. "Fine. But just this once, okay?"

Y/N beamed. "Yay! Okay, let me find something for you to wear."

Bucky watched in horror as Y/N rummaged through her closet, pulling out various dresses and skirts. Finally, she settled on a light blue sundress with a floral pattern.

"Here you go," she said, holding it up for him to see.

Bucky gulped. "I don't know about this, Y/N. It looks...girly."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "That's kind of the point, Bucky. Now, go put it on and come back here so I can see how cute you look."

Bucky reluctantly took the dress and disappeared into the bathroom. When he emerged a few minutes later, Y/N gasped.

"Oh my god, Bucky, you look adorable!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands.

Bucky looked down at himself in disbelief. The dress was soft and flowy, and he had to admit, it felt kind of nice against his skin. But he still felt silly.

"I feel ridiculous," he grumbled.

Y/N walked up to him and took his hand. "You look amazing, Bucky!"

Bucky nodded slowly, a newfound respect for women's fashion and beauty routines dawning on him. "Yeah, I think I'm starting to get it."

Y/N beamed. "I knew you would. And you know what? You look so cute in that dress that I think we should take some pictures to remember this moment."

Bucky groaned, but he couldn't help but smile at Y/N's enthusiasm. They spent the next hour taking silly photos of Bucky in the dress, trying out different makeup looks, and laughing until their sides hurt. By the end of it, Bucky had to admit that he had a newfound appreciation for women's fashion and beauty, and he felt closer to Y/N than ever before.

Feel free to leave requests! <3

[pretty-boy-eddie]

Trans Mtf! Steve Headcanons

Because I love her<33

-Okay so her egg cracked kinda late (me too) but she ALWAYS loved being called Stevie and associates it with friends since it was mostly close friends who would call her it (Nancy began the trend cause I say so)

- I don't think her egg officially cracked until season two, possibly when he was helping Dustin get ready for the dance.

-I imagine Dustin saying something like "You have a routine like a girl" or something similar and Steve just

-She doesn't say anything and when she gets home that night she goes to the make up drawer her mom keeps (even though she's never around) and hesitantly puts on some lipstick to try it out

-She doesn't like the texture (matte lipstick is hell on chapped lips) but she enjoys to look. She always looked more like her mom but how she can see it and her mind emphasizes it with glee.

-She doesn't put a name to it or anything but she knows enough and she keeps it close. She explore more in the safety of her empty house and by time the summer hits she has her small victories.

-She wears a tinted chaptstick and gloss to work, a few stroke of a brown mascara wand and sometimes-if she dares- a touch of eyeshadow on her outer corners. Her nails aren't painted but a coat of clear polish is enough to make her fingertips feel heavier, feel longer and cared for. She even cuts her cuticles.

-Its not enough but she's happy with what she has.

-Robin isn't fun at first- the two don't get along until the Russians and when Robin confesses in the bathroom- says she doesn't like boys but instead likes girls Stevie feels the need to spout it out.

-"I'm not a boy. " She'd whisper between giggles about Tommy Tompson, interrupted by the kids before she could explain.

-And she'd remember what she said, would remember Robins confused and sober face at the confession, but she wouldn't bring it up. Neither would until nearly Christmas.

-Robin would come over to visit, dressed in a large sweater and pajama pants and they'd watch Rankin/Bass Christmas movies for hours. I'd be late-much too late in the night when Robin would pipe up.

-"I did some research. " She'd begin, not explaining her ramble before it began. "About what you said. Not being a boy- there's terms and stuff. It's actually really cool and scary but it's a thing and if I'm wrong or if it was the stupid drugs you can tell me to shut up but-"

-and Steve would just stare, unsure if she wanted to lie. She trusted Robin, trusted her more than she probably ever trusted Nancy, but was this a conversation she was allowed to have? A selfish need she was allowed to fulfill?

-Robin would just hold her hand, taking her from her mind before smiling nervously. "Stevie? "

-And the dams would break and suddenly the two would be hugging and crying on the floor while Rudolph's nose was glowing on screen

-Later robin would bring by boxes. Stevie would ask but Robin would shush her and make her open it to see.

-Inside would be a mountain of clothes, obviously some we're robins (the Mitch matched fabrics that we're just her style and a few sizes too big, some with her handwriting forever invested in the threads) and some others seemingly an attempt at mirroring Stevie's previous style (Girls style polos and plenty of plain color sweaters that seemed fitted). When asked Robin would just shrug

-"Figured if we're doing this you can't go around in your boring polos," Shed say

-And something about her saying 'We're doing this' that makes her feel all teary eyed and choked up

-By time season four hits they have a system in place.

-Stevie still does a little make up, makes her moles just a tad darker and even dares to contour her cheek bones to look higher, her eyeshadow is replaced by a tighten waterline and underneath her outfits she wears a pair of spanks that makes her waistline look a bit more curvy. She tried a bra once but it was itchy and tight and Robin just told her bra were overrated and she rarely ever wore one unless it was a sports bra

-And sports bras became Stevies favourite thing in the world

-When they hung out alone Stevie would wear the clothes Robin brought her. She'd wear shorts that shown off her muscled legs (which robin totally wasn't jealous of what?) and if she was daring, even a cropped shirt. She'd let Robin do her makeup and they'd just talk like nothing ever changed. Robin enjoyed it- with no little sisters in her life she was easy to accept Stevie and with no older sister at home Stevie fell into the dynamic happily.

-Added Steddie because I love them-

-And when she meets Eddie Munson, it's sort of odd.

-Because they're different- very different, and Stevie knows this: knows in her heart that the only familiar area between them was Dustin and the kids

-But her brain is making connections that are unknown to her.

-And Eddie seems to do the same because over the days he tries making conversation, tries joking and acting like they've been best friends for year's but half the time it leaves a confused Stevie and a frustrated Eddie.

-But Stevie tries, she asks questions and tries to engage because her brain tells her to, even if she doesn't know why

-And one night, when everyone is asleep after working on a plan, Stevie turns to Eddie and asks him a question that had been bugging her.

-"Whats the bandana for? "

-And a blush is on Eddies face, he twirls his long hair around his fingers and mumbles about underground meanings and something something not that important Steve promise you

-But Stevie is curious and topics have been gloomy so she scoots closer and asks again. "I'm not gonna give up yknow. "

-And so begins the half whispered explanation about coding and hankies and underground scenes suddenly makes much more sense to Stevie.

-Because she is there too, even when no one knew.

-And when he says it's a gay thing she can't help but be hurt, her chest aching as she asks. "So you don't date girls? "

-And Eddie would miss it as he began to explain the complexity of sexuality and how labels weren't always a priority and hearts not parts

-And maybe Stevie understood, and maybe she didn't because labels always made her comfortable but she would just smile and nod, and whisper about how she understood.

-"You understand? King Steve Harrington understands little queer me? "

-"More than you know Munson. "

-And it would probably click in Eddies mind, his eyes shimmering a tad but neither asks or tells, instead they'd lean against each other and looked out the window at the big moon as they prepare to face the reality of their situation again.

-and when the dust settled, both of them scarred (physically and literally) and bloody but alive, Stevie would admit it. Eddie would whisper about shaved bald hair and a chest that wasn't meant to be his but was given to him anyways. And Stevie would giggle at his poetic explanations of their situations.

-"Yknow the greens said soulmates used to be one person with 4 arms and 4 legs- they got split apart and they find eachother. I think we got split up and borrow a few pieces from eachother by accident"

-and they'd grow old, find the things that work and be happy:)

[perfctvelvet]

Rosy

Jisoo/Reader

neck kisses that turn into love bites

Author's Note: It's been a long while since I've posted and I want to say sorry for going MIA! I've been struggling with what to write and having anxiety when it comes to writing/posting. I'm trying to power through it, but right now updates might be slow, but posting this is a start for me! Enjoy.

"Oh, where are you going out dressed like that?"

"Lunch with the girls. Why? Is it too much?"

Jisoo turns around, a look of panic on her face, but Y/n isn't looking at the expression on her face. She’s looking at her. She looks so gorgeous all dressed up for a lunch and outing with her friends.

"Of course not," she walks toward her, hands reaching out to catch her waist. "It's never too much. You just look so pretty, baby."

The compliment makes her heart race; Y/n’s words always make her melt even if she has heard them over and over again.

"You sure?" She turns around to look at herself in the mirror, but Y/n's hands are still wrapped around her waist. "I feel like it might be too much. I think I should change my lipstick."

"No, don't. Red is my favorite color on you. It's your color."

Jisoo was so caught up in her appearance that she didn't notice how Y/n was looking at her in the mirror. Her grip on Jisoo’s waist is getting tighter and her breath getting heavier against the bare skin of her neck. She was riling herself up just by looking at her and thinking about all the things she could do to her. Red is her color, but she would love to see it smudged across her soft lips and onto her cheeks as she fucks her into the bed. Jisoo didn't fully realize that her girlfriend was having lascivious thoughts about her until she felt Y/n press her lips against her neck.

"Y/n-"

"Shhh. I won't make you late, I promise."

A promise made, but a promise that might not be kept as that single kiss to her flesh turns into one, two, three and eventually teeth grazing her skin. Jisoo inhales sharply as Y/n’s hand rubs circles into her belly while the other one moves lower to rest on her thigh. Yes, she really, really wants to go out with her girls but her girlfriend’s touch is making her weak.

Things get worse when Y/n starts sucking on her neck instead of just kissing her. Jisoo begins to sigh at her soft lips against the most sensitive part of her neck. She's being way more gentle with her than normal since she knows she has somewhere to be in less than an hour. If Y/n had her all to herself, Jisoo’s make-up would've been ruined by now.

"Always so pretty baby," she says in between nips at her skin. Y/n feels Jisoo’s ass press into her pelvis and she knows she wants this just as badly as she does. She has to be quick, but she's going to make her feel so good.

Y/n's hand moves under the flowy skirt of her dress to find itself between her legs. Jisoo parts them without needing to be asked and moans when she feels Y/n’s hand near her heat. She tries to lower herself just a little so she can press her clothed sex against Y/n’s hand but she has her stuck in place. As she begins to suck harder on Jisoo’s skin, threatening to leave a mark behind, she presses into her covered clit.

"Y/n," she moans breathlessly. Jisoo grips the edge of the sink and throws her head back, giving her more room to explore her skin.

She begins to trail kisses up to her jawline, her cheek, and eventually her mouth. Y/n’s hand leaves her belly and she grabs onto her jaw to tilt her face forward so their lips could meet in a passionate kiss. Y/n kisses her hard and almost sloppily. Jisoo is sure that Y/n can feel her heat getting worse as her pussy dampens against the cotton panties she decided to wear today. She waits patiently for Y/n to give her what she wants, her fingers pulling those panties to the side and rubbing her clit in concentrated circles. Of course Y/n wants to do the same thing, but she finds that teasing her is a little more fun. Instead of rubbing her clit, she rubs the apex of Jisoo’s thighs. She begins to tremble just a little bit but enough for Y/n to feel her against her body. Their kiss gets sloppier and sloppier and Jisoo even begins to whine into it. She rakes her fingernails lightly against her thigh which seems to be her breaking point.

"Please...please," Jisoo says between desperate kisses. Y/n tongue slides into her mouth and Jisoo doesn't think she could become anymore turned on than she is.

She's had enough teasing, she thinks to herself, and Y/n finally pulls her panties to the side and begins to play with her bare flesh.

"Is that what you wanted?" Y/n asks in a teasing tone, "you wanted me to just play with this pretty pussy right?"

Jisoo can't speak as Y/n fingers play with her slit. It feels good, but it still isn't exactly what she wants. She stirs her hips hoping that Y/n gets the hint. Y/n does, and she pushes two fingers inside of her. Jisoo lets out a cry of pleasure when her fingers immediately hit her sweet spot. Her girlfriend goes back to sucking on her neck which nearly does jer in. Jisoo can barely stand on her feet and the only thing keeping her up is Y/n holding her. She looks and sounds so pretty it makes Y/n fuck her faster with her fingers. "God you're so fucking sweet," Y/n groans as she feels Jisoo’s warm walls tighten around her fingers. She so badly wants to take her clothes off and just fuck the shit out of her. Every time she inhales, Jisoo’s perfume deeply fills her lungs and makes her delirious.

The thick part of her palm keeps bumping against Jisoo’s clit and it aids in making her cum. She could have somehow broken the marble countertop if she really put her mind to it with how hard she was gripping it. What they were doing was quick and dirty but her orgasm was so strong. Jisoo shuts her eyes tightly, forcing tears out of the corner. Yes, her eyeliner would need to be touched up, and maybe her foundation too, but she didn't give a damn. She only cares about the woman holding her up, the woman who still had her fingers pumping in and out of her until she couldn't take anymore.

"Baby please!" She cries when it becomes too much. They were veering into dangerous territory and if Y/n were to continue she might end up making a mess on the bathroom floor. However, she listens to her begging voice and pulls her fingers out of her.

They're coated with her cum and run down the back of her hand. Y/n didn't hesitate to stick them in her mouth to clean them up, to get a taste of her sweet nectar. She hums as she gets to savor Jisoo’s wetness. It's so nasty that Jisoo has to look away, but the sound of her sucking and her fingers popping out of her mouth fill her ears.

"C'mere," Y/n whispers breathlessly as she grabs her wrist and brings her into her embrace. Jisoo falls easily against her chest, her foundation unfortunately smearing against her white shirt -- she couldn't find a reason to care about it at the moment. 

"I know you're friends probably hate me for always making you late," Y/n jokes, "I don't mean to hog you all to myself. I just can't help it."

Jisoo couldn't care about anything else in the world now besides her. Her friends will understand, she's sure of it. She doesn't want to leave the embrace of the love of her life; not many people would be able to argue with that.

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Transmasc tip: get an eyebrow pencil!

I've seen lots of posts about contouring and masculine makeup but I don't own any of that stuff and I don't have the time and energy to do it every day. But I've found that just filling out my eyebrows is actually really effective in making my whole face more masc-looking, and it only takes a few minutes!

Lee says:

When I was younger (maybe in middle school?) I asked for makeup for Christmas, despite having sensory issues and no interest in makeup, because it seemed like something that 'other girls' had and did so I wanted to have it and do it too.

My aunt bought me a compact of makeup (the little box thing that has a few sections of makeup inside it) and I was pleased since I had asked for makeup and received it, but I didn't really know what the next step was so I asked her how to put it on.

She seemed pretty confident when she showed me how, and I thought it was great fun, and we went to show my mom and I showed her each of the little sections in the box and explained what to do with them as my aunt had shown me.

And that's when my mom explained that we had been doing it all wrong-- the stuff we put on our eyelids was blush, not eye shadow, the stuff we put on our cheeks was lipstick, not blush, the glittery stuff that we just kind of applied all over the face was actually eye shadow and not setting powder, etc. and the end result was we both looked clown-ish.

My aunt had some neurological stuff going on so that's probably why she was confused, and she didn't wear makeup when I knew her as an adult anyway, and I had never seen anyone put makeup on so I had no clue either.

I'm sharing this story because I wanted to share a silly experience that I had with my aunt (who I miss a lot because she has recently passed), but also because it goes to show you that if you don't get feedback from someone who knows more about it, you might not know what's goin on.

So to my fellow transmasc folks who have never heard of an eyebrow pencil before but think that they can just walk down to the pharmacy and locate and identify an eyebrow pencil and buy it and go home and draw on their eyebrows and look more masculine but in a discreet way where people don't realize that they're wearing makeup-- please get a friend or family member to take a look at the result before you go out into the world! Make sure they also agree that it looks subtle and won't look like you're obviously wearing makeup.

Some folks might assume that was the look you wanted and not say anything, and others might assume that you didn't intend that look but also be too polite to say anything, so don't assume that people haven't noticed if they don't comment on it-- that's why it's important to get feedback from a trusted friend who will tell you the truth.

You may also be able to tell if it's working simply by noticing whether you get misgendered more frequently (which means you've applied it wrong and it's backfired), less frequently (the makeup is applied correctly and is working), or whether it's the same (it has no effect but you may want to continue doing it if it makes you feel good).

Obviously, this story and warning does not apply to those of you who are not-like-me. If you already know what an eyebrow pencil is and have seen one in use, or are willing to watch tutorials on it, then please proceed ahead!

But folks who are unfamiliar with makeup and had to google the makeup words in this post need to be aware that using an eyebrow pencil to fill in your eyebrow may end up making you look more feminine instead of less.

If you overshoot and apply too much or use the wrong color, the effect can come off as wearing-makeup-but-badly instead of looking natural, and you can't always tell how it looks by taking a selfie-- it may be more noticeable to another person in the sunlight outside than it is in your camera in your room.

Anyhow, thank you for the tip anon :)

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How to dress like the Girls Next Door!

The Girls Next Door Part 1. Holly

1. BLonde bombshell! If your trying to look like holly then this is your lucky day! being blonde is key to becoming a girl next door. Now you don't have to become a blonde but if you really wanna complete the look. Then go ahead and be extra cause why not?

2. HIGH SOCKS

Back in the day Holly was the queen of wearing knee high socks. She wore them in almost every look. So get yourself a pair of knee high socks and a cute mini skirt! One tip is too not wear socks with sandles. TRUST ME!!! That is a no no socks with sandles is the most disgusting thing in fashion history you do not wanna be seen in those. They can only be worn with mini skirts,booty shorts, and in hot school girl uniforms. But Holly wears them in shorts and skirts.

3. PINK Holly was known to wear a lot of pink but not as much as Bridget! but will get to that in the later parts of the girls next door series. As you can see she has a pink top on in this picture. She usually wore graphic shirts usually in the color baby pink. She would usually wear shirt with cute thing s on it like dogs and bunnies but will get to that later. The most important part of this series is to wear them tight. I'm not saying to suffocate yourself but start wearing more revealing clothes like v necks, crop tops, polos but un Butten them just a little bit to make yourself look a little more scandalous.

4. CLEAVAGE

Get your self a Victoria's secret bombshell bra. Ok well you don't have to get a Victoria's secret bombshell bra because we both now that's too expensive for us. But just get a cheap push up bra with a lot of plush in it. What I mean by that is to find one that's thick. Preferably one with pads in it and don't take them out. And if you don't find one like neither of those then stuff it I believe in you girl! you can do this! if you don't quite know how to stuff your bra then watch some tutorials to learn on how to make them look more natural or just wear to bras but if wanna go all out then you can stuff them too. Do you girl!

5.PERSONALITY

One important thing into becoming a girls next door is imitating Hollys angelic personality. Holly was a sweetheart and still is and if you wanna copy Hollys angelic persona. Then you will have to start with manners. One reason why Holly is called angelic is because she is always polite with people and does not start arguments. Another reason is because she never smacks while eating or gets food on herself, or messes up her makeup. Lastly if she has something to do that is a important duty she will do it without complaining. One thing about holly is that she likes so have fun so im not telling you to be stuck up. But just be polite!

6. Marlyn Monroe Just like the last topic about personality most of Hollys elegance comes from Marlyn Monroe. As you can see in this picture she has an haircut inspired by her. So if you wanna become like Holly then your gonna have to be like Marlyn a little to . Because Marlyn is Hollys biggest inspiration. Most of her outfits in the show "The Girls Next Door" are inspired by Marilyn Monroe. In important events like Casa Blanca Nights, Bridget's murder mystery birthday party, and her second photo shoot with Bridget and Kendra was inspired by Marlyn Monroe.

7. Makeup!

Back in the 2000s Hollys favorite lip glosses were the lipgloss in the shade prrr which is still avalible too buy on amazon but i don't think it is in stores anymore.

Kevin Aucoin Making Faces book Cinema Secrets foundation Shade COTY airspun loose powder MAC lipliner Spice NARS lipstick Dolce Vita Maybelline lipstick 235 Warm Me Up https://amzn.to/3peewEw Bobbi Brown Lip Gloss Petal https://amzn.to/34Zhply MAC Lipglass Prrrr https://amzn.to/2KGkWNA Damone Roberts brow pencil in Latte https://amzn.to/3mQGMfy Laura Mercier SC 2 concealer https://tinyurl.com/y8rmnooo Guerlain Terra Cotta https://amzn.to/38FCKAW DOSE OF COLOR concealer brush https://tinyurl.com/y3pjgnh9 MAC eyeshadow white frost https://tinyurl.com/ycme6klp MAC eyeshadow Paradisco https://amzn.to/38Dc2IO MAC eyeshadow mulch https://amzn.to/3ponqiF MAC liquid liner boot black https://amzn.to/3aGigKN Revlon color stay black liquid eyeliner https://amzn.to/38FD42C Ardell demi wispies lashes https://amzn.to/3aDarn3 DUO eyelash glue https://amzn.to/2Ydhdeo Wander Beauty black mascara Paula Dorf Baby Eyes

8. Clothes

Back in the early 2000s Holly wore shirts from the brand happry bunny,blonde mafia,juicy couture,denim jean skirts, high socks,low waist jeans, playboy jackets, fancy dresses, long sleeve shirts,converses,uggs,jackets,shoes,high heels. The end

sorry if this was sloppy i wrote this really late

also if holly sees this don't take it seriously because i know this is only how you acted on the show

ok by then lol

[enigma-naturae]

Obey me characters as type of goths!

Authors Note: This is my first time writing so sorry if its really repetitive and these are just some of my personal headcanons and little mini imagines. I myself am also relatively new to the goth scene these might now be 100% accurate.

I hope you enjoy!

Lucifer:

I could really just choose one but I think that Lucifer would really like romantic, vampire, and victorian goth

Just look at him

He already has the whole vibe

Out of all of them I think he would like romantic goth the most since he's an old romantic at heart

definitely uses to name caramia as a term of endearment to you <3

Likes to wear more formal attire such as suits and lots of jewelry preferably chunky rings

Listens to Lebanon Hanover

Imagine spending a night with him listening to his records, sipping on nice red wine and him speaking sweet nothings to you

Mammon:

This one was actually really hard but I think Mammon would be into gothabilly

He gives me the vibe that he likes any type of 50s style clothing (think greaser style)

Listens to Elvis Presley

Definitely into things like vintage cars and decor

LOTS OF LEATHER JACKETS

Collects vintage horror movies

He doesn't watch them (mainly because he thinks their scary) just collects them because he thinks they look cool

Has at least one pin up girl tattoo

Loves going to old diners with you and taking you to old car shows

Definitely uses old slang

Calls you sugar or babe

Dances rockabilly like it's no one business

please look up real 1950s rockabilly dancing it looks like so much fun

Imagine him driving in his Demonio with you listening to rock 'n' roll and going to a club and dancing all night long just laughing with each other and just forgetting everything else :)

Leviathan:

I personally think he would be very into visual kei

He dresses a little more on the colorful side

Tries to incorporate some of his favorite animes into his fashion

Also gets a lot of his inspiration from them

Makes him feel more confident and it's kinda cosplay to him so he really likes it if you dress up with him

Learned to play guitar and bass because he wanted to play his favorite solos

Loves to do your makeup (only if you ask him bc he's too shy to ask you)

He still gets kinda shy if you compliment him but he really appreciates it

Especially since his outfits take a while to get on

HE LISTENS TO MALICE MIZER I DON'T MAKE THE RULES

Imagine getting ready with him to go to a concert and just seeing how excited he is to see his favorite artist and just having an overall great time with him

Satan:

To me this one is simple

He is a 100% New England Gothic type of person

He loves learning about the history such as the Salem Witch trials

His favorite authors are H.P. Lovecraft and Stephen King

His favorite book is Misery by Stephen King

Listens to The Shortwave Mystery

Fashion wise his style is more dark academia

Loves going to places that are haunted or hold cursed items

Frequent visitor of the Ed and Lorraine Warren museum

Also an old romantic

Writes love letters to you and closes them with a wax seal that has his sigil on it so you know it's him

Gives you flowers with special meanings

Calls you my heart or my joy since your the person who always makes him the happiest

Imagine him sending you a letter telling you to meet him in the library and he takes you on a date treating you like royalty and reading poetry he made specifically for you

Asmodeus:

Asmodeus would LOVE pastel goth

To him it's a perfect mix of dark edgy colors and bright bubbly colors

Loves accessories, mainly chokers and hair clips

Has A BUNCH of outfit choices for you if you want to try his style too

If you ask him to do your makeup say no more he's already sprinting to his room to get his makeup kit

Can and will dye your the brightest pastel colors if you ask him

His outfits are always perfectly coordinated

Pulls off black lipstick surprisingly well

Has graphic shirts and decorated socks for DAYS

Listens to Melenie Martinez

Calls you sweetie or love

Imagine him taking you out to Majolish, helping you buy pastel goth clothes since you've been wanting to try it out, he gives you the best tips about what accessories go best and him giving you endless praise saying how cute you look

Beelzebub:

Beel would definitely like health goth

He dresses more casually than his brothers since health goth is more wearing black and white sports brands

Really likes the music though

He listens to Molchat Doma during his workouts

I think he really likes tattoos but either is busy to get them or Lucifer doesn't let him

He works hard to keep both his physical and mental health in top shape so if you need a shoulder to lean on (both metaphorically and literally) or want a gym bro he's your guy

Calls you peach or honey

Knows a lot of comfortable goth brands if you want to buy some active wear

Imagine you come home from a long day at RAD and just being generally exhausted, you go to your room and soon Beel comes since he felt like you weren't feeling the best, he comes with your favorite snacks and you spend the rest of the night together enjoying each others presence

Belphegor:

I personally think that Belphie would be a trad goth but he barely has the time and energy for all that so I he would be an emo goth

I know what your gonna say BUT EMO AND GOTH ARE DIFFERENT I know that but I feel like he would find a way to combine them (also he thinks it's funny how it manages to get people angry)

Asmo takes his picture sometimes and adds a horrendous amount of blingees

Cuts his own hair

Owns so many band tshirts that his closet looks like a hot topic

I think he listens to Black Veil Brides or Twin Tribes

Acts like a stereotypical emo for shits and giggles

Always ends up forgetting to take off his eyeliner

Probably has a blog dedicated to astrology (Asmo got a hold of it and decorated it so much its like looking into the sun)

Probably has a few piercings

I think has has an eyebrow piercing and snake bites

Loves watching Tim Burton movies

Calls you my one and only or baby

Imagine waking from a nap to have a message from Belphie saying "Meet me in the planetarium", you go and he's there with a blanket and you two spend the rest of the night either stargazing, talking about astrology, or him reading to you some overly edgy poem talking about "your the light that reaches even the darkest parts of my soul" and "Will you be the Pon to my Zi?" (please tell me if you understand that reference)

It sounds super sappy but you know deep down he means it

[nomoreusername]

Lipstick (Highschool AU)

Pairing:Aris x female reader

Summary:Despite trying to keep your relationship a secret, one kiss may just ruin that plan.

It wasn't as if we were ashamed of each other. There also wasn't any fear of judgment or strict parents. There wasn't any real reason for keeping our relationship a secret other than it sounds kind of fun. Honestly, just sneaking around also made when we were together even more special. Besides, we were wondering how long our friends would take to figure it out.

Right now, the decided destination was under the bleachers during class. I had never really skipped before now, but it was just worth the risk. 

“Not gonna lie. I have no idea what's going on over there,”She remarked, referring to the football practice.

“Maybe I should try out,”I deadpanned. She rolled her eyes before cuddling up to my chest. Wrapping my arm over her shoulder, I pressed my lips to her temple.

“No you're not. You're my book nerd,”She sighed.

“I've got no clue what you're talking about,”I lied. Throwing me a look, she pointed to my bag that was in fact full of books.

“I may have an idea of what you're talking about.”

“You're such a dork,”She teased. 

“Ouch. What’d I do to deserve that?”

“Is it better if I say you're my dork?”

“Yes. Very much so,”I nodded. 

“Okay, fine. You're my dork,”She corrected. With a grin, I cupped her cheeks and kissed her forehead again. The second my lips weren't on her skin the bell rang.

“I’ll see you during sixth period,”She sighed. Taking her hand, I helped her off the grass. 

“I’ll see you there,”I agreed as we snuck out. Once we were out in the open she risked kissing my cheek before walking to her next class. With my bag on my shoulder, I headed to lunch where I’d be interrogated on where I was last period. 

♡ - - - ♡

With my tray in my hand, I sat at our usual table outside. With Sonya on one side and Harriet on the other, I gave a small wave before going to eat. Just as I opened my sandwich Sonya straight up squealed, almost making me fall out of my seat.

“Why don't you be a bit louder? I don't think the south side of China heard you,”Minho remarked.

“Where did you go last period?”She asked.

“To the nurse,”I shrugged. When she raised an eyebrow I added that it was for a headache.

“Cut the act. Who’s the girl? What is she like? Do we know her? Does she go here? Are you going to introduce us?”She threw at me.

“What girl? I don't know what you're talking about,”I denied, doing my best not to fiddle with my sweatshirt strings. That would be a dead giveaway that I was fibbing.

“You have a lipstick mark on your cheek,”She informed me. Without realizing I was covering it with my hand as if I could just go through all of lunch like this. Not letting that slide, she pulled it away and took a photo before passing her phone around the group. The second they saw it they crowded around me like I was a new species.

“What are we looking at?”Gally asked, coming out of nowhere. With a wide smile, Teresa pointed at my cheek making my face flush.

“Aww. He's blushing. Who is it? Who?”Thomas repeated.

“Nobody,”I lied.

“Just tell us.”

“Who do we know that wears this color?”

“We won't say anything.”

“We just want to know.”

“How long have you two been together?”

“Where do you guys sneak off to when nobody's watching?”

“Stop asking questions,”I demanded. The second the words left my mouth they were silent. Still, they were staring into my soul as if they could read my mind. 

At that moment my phone buzzed. Staring at it, before I could check it Thomas snatched it up. Getting up so fast I almost lost my balance, I reached for it when Gally pulled me back. 

“It just says, “hello my boy. I’m getting picked up early so I wanted to tell you I love you.” It even has a heart,”He explained, ready to fangirl out.

“Who’s it from?”

“Love of my life. That's literally too cute. Look,”He urged, showing them. The second he did, their jaws dropped. 

“Thomas, you moron. Look at the lock screen,”Gally directed as I was ready to elbow him in the face. That was the only confirmation they would need. It's not like anyone else would be my background, but the picture was so sweet, so lovely, so genuine. She made me do facemasks with her, and I took it when she didn't have time to pose. It was just her being happy which was more beautiful than any staged photo. The point is that it's my favorite picture in the entire world so of course it was my phone's background. 

Turning it around, he was flipping out so hard he almost dropped it. With Gally finally releasing me I grabbed it from his hands. 

“Aris, how dare you not tell us. Where'd you meet her? When can we? Does she know we exist?”Sonya asked so fast I don't even think she was breathing.

“I have her first period. She's really nice,”Teresa spoke up.

“It is a crime that you would keep this from us,”Fry added. 

“Yeah. That seems bloody adorable,”Newt chipped in.

“I’m really just interested in the drama,”Brenda admitted.

“Can you guys just stop? There's not even any drama,”I promised.

“Then, why’d you hide her?”Harriet pointed out.

“Because it’s fun, or it was,”I answered.

“Tell us about her,”Sonya urged.

“You do not want me to do that,”I promised.

“But why?”Thomas groaned.

“Because I wouldn't stop talking, and I still wouldn't even be done with half of what I want to say.”

“Awww,”half of them gushed. 

That damn lipstick mark.

I mean I do get to talk about her now though, so it's definitely not all bad. Besides, I was getting sick of only holding her hand when we're alone.

[batmanfruitloops]

Alright, onto the Joker, given he's very important to this au and diverges the most from cannon typical.

The biggest difference is that first; he's a hero in this alongside Batman, and two; he's autistic. I know there have been some versions that the community autism claims in DC's official content, such as "Batman: The Enemy Within", (anything else?)

I know that Bruce has autism as well sometimes, but given that I don't have autism myself and identify with my own version of Bruce, he's not on the spectrum. That said, Fluffy, my friend who I share this blog with, is autistic, so she's my best example for Joker's behaviors. I'll still try my best to adapt anything if it seems wrong, but it is a spectrum, and I feel alright with what I have so far.

My biggest inspiration for my version of the Joker is the one from "Batman: The Enemy Within", and is also the reason I remembered just how much I love Batman and wanted things to turn out for the better. I found the idea of you being able to help the Joker instead of just letting him be hurt and descend into madness, especially since clowns are meant to be fun and silly! He's by no means perfect, but I found the character development so intruiging.

That was a very long intro, but it's necessary to properly explain Joker as a whole.

The Joker was originally born with the name Arthur to his parents, the Flecks. They didn't treat him very well for being autistic, as well as his own personal beliefs. He loved old movies and circuses, especially the clowns, from a young age. They found that strange. Even more so when he had an interest in wearing makeup. Men can't do that, absolutely not. John also really liked red lipstick specifically, but his mother found the color whoorish and beat him for wearing it, more than just for getting into her makeup. Arthur also couldn't understand why he couldn't like both girls and boys, since they're both nice and attractive. Needless to say he stopped bringing it up after he got in trouble for that too.

Arthur also used to visit Cobblepot park to get away from his parents and be outside. While there, he became friends with Eddie, and they began to visit more often to see one another.

However, when Arthur turned 16, his parents decided that they were tired of dealing with him. After Arthur returned home from school, his parents were waiting for him on the porch. Confused, he asked what was going on, and his father told him to get into the car. Arthur listened, but the knot in his stomach grew as he realized they were driving closer and closer to Arkham. When they parked, he begged and tried to run, but his father grabbed his wrist and yelled at him worse than he ever had. This wasn't a choice. The staff were waiting, and Arthur was promptly handed over to them, and into more tight grips.

Having given the Arkham staff enough money, Arthur was affectively a Fleck no more, instead referred to as John Doe. It became clear pretty quickly that John wasn't going to leave, and the staff had no sympathy for his pleas. Over the next 9 years, John got used to the harsh environment of Arkham. Getting beat up by inmates and staff, not being taken seriously, and still not being given a reason for not being allowed to leave besides "poor behavior" for participating in fights to defend himself. Some of the staff was a bit nicer and offered to give him some kind of reward for behaving well. He chose to have them dye his hair green, since it's his favorite color. Soon after this, John is finally released because he's an adult and the staff has no real reason to keep him there anymore.

It's at about this point that the au starts, since Bruce meeting John is crucial to the beginning.

This one was much longer than Bruce's. His will probably end up being the shortest. I also tried to word things are carefully as possible, but I would appreciate any comments or tags on if I should flag this with any content warnings. And again, I can answer any questions if this was at all confusing.

- Sarsee