#regular me doesnt wear makeup

[beefboyandbabygirl]

Titty-Shirt! (18+)

pairing: pervert!rollercoaster operator!jeonghan x bigtiddie!fem!reader

genre: theme park au??? lmao, coworkers to lovers, kinda enemies to lovers, smut, fluff, lil crack, lil angst

description: you start your new job and your mentor, jeonghan, is the biggest piece of shit you've ever met. you swear you hate him. you swear. he's just also the most gorgeous man you've ever seen.

warnings: whew this requires a lot of warning, first of all a lot of DUBCON BEHAVIOR FROM JEONGHAN INITIALLY (we know she enjoys it to some extent, but he doesnt know), hes a sleazy perverted fuck, tiddie playing, tiddie sucking, tiddie fucking, fingering (f. receiving), dry humping, mirror sex, praise (f. receiving), dirty talk, FINGER SUCKING HNG, a lil degradation (f. receiving), meanie condescending jeonghan turning all soft for ur tiddies :(, V TIDDIE-CENTRIC IF U COULDNT TELL, belinda loves jeonghan, WEED LOTTA WEED, explicit depictions of smoking weed, high sex, this fic sounds rough but it actually has some really soft cute moments, im pretty sure thats it lmk if i forgot smth

quotes from babygirl (@joshibambi): "shove ur cock down my throat treat me like the whore i am", "FUCKING STEP ON ME", "omg hes so disgusting..... im so attracted to him"

wordcount: 13.2k

a/n: the way i raced 2 finish this before im actually moving out... ALSO thinking ab making this a series? like one for each member, the theme being "unusual jobs". like not stuff youd immediately think of like coffee shop or lawyer or ceo or whatever. like. strange jobs. would u guys b on board?

“We’re so excited to have you working with us.” 

She had a mole on her nose that was hard to ignore. It was big and exceptionally round - your thoughts flitted back to your dearest Discovery Channel, and how amazing it was that nature could create such perfect spheres. The thought of your couch and your blanket and your most cherished nature docs brought upon a wave of uncertainty. You could just be lying at home, you thought. 

“Happy to be here,” you smiled tightly. She was your new manager and she was short and stout and had gray hair and a lovely smile and a round mole on her nose. You tried not to make it obvious you were staring at it. 

You were standing in your city’s local theme park under a long path with flower archways. People, kids and parents and ninth graders, swarmed around like bees, standing at booths and in lines to old, janky, rusted roller coasters. It was summer and you were wearing the branded shirt they’d given you, slightly too small, and the matching cap. Insects buzzed past your stray hairs and you looked up at the bright blue sky. 

You needed a job, you had known, and your mom had certainly known it too, so you could only lounge around after graduating for a short while, before you opted to apply. This had been your last choice. You’d tried to become some sort of lobby-worker, tried makeup stores and even regular stores. You used to make fun of the people who worked here. But now that person was you, and standing under the archways in the summer sun slathered in sunscreen, you figured you would make the best of it until the busy season was over. 

“So,” your manager, Belinda, began after a brief pause of polite nods, “new employees such as yourself are required to be trained and surveyed by an existing worker for a two-week period, but after that you get to run the rides all by yourself.” 

She said it like it was something to look forward to. You tried to believe that it was.

“Of course,” you said, and once again the space between you was filled with polite and exaggerated nodding. “Need to learn first before you get to be the master.”

“Exactly!” she said. Her lipstick was barbie-pink and a little overlined on the right side. She smelled faintly of gasoline. “So we’re handing you off to one of our star-employees!”

You hummed and noticed her taking a step backwards, indicating you to follow. She began walking, trudging over the cobbled paths and shuffling awkwardly in between walls of people. You followed behind. “He’s been working here for the past two years, so he knows the place in and out.”

As you walked, passing twisting, gnarly tracks with screams emanating from them and stands with oversized, China-made plushies hanging from them, you tried to imagine what a star-employee at Caratland Theme Park looked like. 

It was probably someone that loved roller coasters, maybe someone like yourself, who strived for approval and perfection, maybe someone that found a certain joy in being a good service experience for guests. Someone who was good with kids? 

“So you’ll be training with him for a bit before we leave you alone with the coasters, of course, but it should be no trouble, he’s a fun guy!” 

You passed by a haunted house, where a group of kids psyched each other up in the queue. Dodging a tree, you finally came up on a certain blue ride where Belinda stopped and put her hands on her hips, power posing in front of the creaky, old machinery. 

The Pirate Swing. That’s what it was called, and it was a big ship attached to a huge, metal pole on each side, and it was currently swooshing up and down with a large, grating sound. You cringed at it. Belinda noticed and frowned, fingers fiddling with the edge of her shirt. “Maybe we should oil that one.” 

Kids and parents were lined up at the stairway leading up to it in a parade of artificial polyester colors, and on the edge of the platform where the ship was shoveling through the air, a little booth was sat. Peeking through the frankly grimy windows, you could see him. He was slumped back in a wooden chair, wearing the same shirt as you and Belinda, and wearing big, blocky, black sunglasses. 

“Jeonghan!” she called, and you saw the figure jolt. He looked briefly dazed, before he snapped his head up to peer through the glass, smiling and waving. The kids in line turned to glare at you. He scrambled up from his seat clumsily and with sporadic movement, and you both watched how he hunched over the door, shaking it in its frame before it finally let open. He took one long step out the door and was finally outside, looking down at you from the platform and leaning on the railing. 

“Belinda! Nice to see you,” he breathed, smiling in a way that seemed to indicate he did not find the prior sequence of events embarrassing. In fact, he seemed to think he had the upper hand - the confidence rolled off of him in waves. You grimaced. 

You could see him much better now that he was outside, not broken up by the greasy glass, and whatever you had envisioned the star-employee to look like, this was not it. He was young, maybe just a little older than you, and he was thin, with long black hair that just kissed his shoulders. About half of his face was hidden away behind the frankly humongous sunglasses on his face, but he had pale pink lips and a pronounced cupid's bow, and even though you were a little skeptical of him, the cockiness in his smile was well-received. 

“This is Y/n!” Belinda said (yelling to overpower the severely loud child glee), gesturing to you, and you almost felt self-conscious when he looked over at you and smiled. “She’s a new employee and you’ll be her mentor during her training period.” 

“Sure thing!” he said simply. Again with the polite nods, you thought, before you felt Belinda’s hand on your shoulder. You glanced over and she squeezed. 

“Good luck, Y/n! You’re in great hands!” Now that you weren’t so sure about. Had the two of you not seen the same thing? 

You mumbled a thanks and she padded away, once more dodging and weaving through huge chains of people, and you squinted after her, before you turned back to Jeonghan. He was already looking at you, a lazy smile on his lips. 

“Welcome to The Pirate Swing, matey! Get up here and let me show you the ropes,” he padded back to the booth, now visibly more relaxed, as his back returned in a hunch. “I should probably stop the ride,” he mumbled to himself, pressing a button on a long controlpanel with a grid of eight buttons. 

You climbed up the stairs unsurely, hand smoothing over the railing as you went. At the top you squeezed in beside Jeonghan. It was a fairly small space, just big enough for the two of you to stand next to each other. Jeonghan smiled a straight smile at you, before brushing past you to let out the dizzy guests. 

“Was it a good ride?!” You heard him ask distantly, while you studied the interior of the booth. 

It was reeking with a sweet herbal stench, and for a moment you might’ve chalked it up to sweat and cologne, but when your gaze danced over the grid, you became aware of a small, open ziploc of weed on the countertop, crumbs of it dotted by the opening. An energy drink, most certainly warm from the sun flowing in, was perched next to it, and you saw more cans by the foot of the wooden chair (it seemed like a chair that had been dragged in from somewhere else - it was almost reminiscent of the one from your grandma’s house).  

You grimaced, looking over to where Jeonghan was waving kids off and shuffling over to let in people from the queue, a big sign for checking heights in his hand. The sunglasses, of course, you thought and frowned at the room. Luckily it seemed pretty straight forward, so maybe you could escape this Jeonghan character earlier than two weeks. 

“Right,” Jeonghan clapped his hands together, pushing past you again. “This is how you turn it on,” he said and pressed one long, skinny finger to a black button that read ‘dispatch’. 

Sure enough, the huge metal set to work again, screeching as it lifted a boat-full of nuclear families through the air. 

“You turn it off with this other one. Usually rides just stop by themselves when they reach the end, but since we got a little shitty one today it’s manual.” 

“Okay,” you said, nodding along and watching when his hand danced and pointed to the set of buttons.

“That’s pretty much it!” he said, collapsing in his chair again, sunglasses sliding halfway down his nose and revealing his bloodshot eyes. 

“What about the other buttons?” you ask pointedly, arms crossed.

“Don’t worry about them, sweet cheeks,” he waved you off. “They don’t do much.”

The empty cans by his chair clattered when he reached down a hand for one, toppling over and hitting the metal flooring. You scrunched your nose in disgust. 

“I like your shirt,” he mumbled, nimble fingers picking up a particular empty can. It was bent on one side, little holes pricked in it - it was a makeshift bong. You scoffed at him. This was the star-employee?

“We have the same shirt,” you deadpanned. 

“Yeah, but I like yours better,” he grinned lazily, can now in hand, when he leaned forward to fetch the ziploc of weed. “Nice and tight.” 

“You’re gross,” you spat, brows furrowed. “This is a kid’s establishment, you know that, right?” 

“Ninth graders fuck here all the time,” he shrugged. You gasped, not only because it was an extremely gross fact, but also because that was not what you were suggesting. “I’m referring to the fucking weed in your hand, jackass!” 

“Woah, calm down!” He shushed you, and you might’ve genuinely scared him, because he looked around each window of the booth, light cascading down his tan skin. He was wearing a pair of shorts, and you saw his knee bounce. When he’d secured the area, he turned to you with a hiss: “That’s a secret, woman! You can’t just throw words like that around.” 

“Then maybe you shouldn’t smoke here!” You snapped, but Jeonghan was doing exactly the opposite. Ducking down so it wasn’t totally visible from the windows, he’d placed a little nugget of weed on the grate, and was now setting it alight with Transformers-print lighter.

“This is your first day, right? Trust, you’re gonna end up being high on the job too,” he ended his sentence by placing his lips around the mouth of the can, sucking in smoke.

“That’s such a safety hazard,” you murmured, looking down at him from where you stood. He pulled away, smoke still in his mouth and you saw a twinkle in his eyes from above his falling sunglasses. Then he lunged forward and blew it into your face, a concentrated stream of weed smoke bouncing off your shiny cheeks. “Hey!”

You sputtered and spat, shoulders tense and straining against the fabric of your shirt. Jeonghan settled back down in his chair, legs spread.

“The kids love me! With or without weed!” he said, voice a little groggy from the smoke. You coughed, discontent. 

“Maybe they love you because you get them contact-high,” you mumbled under your breath. Jeonghan grinned at that. 

Suddenly he leaned back in his chair to study you, one hand on the can, the other taking off his sunglasses. He stared up at you with fire-red eyes and soft, long hair and a bemused grin on his lips. Seeing his full face, you gulped under his intense gaze. He was really pretty. Annoying. More annoying than pretty. But still. 

Distantly, kids screamed and a constant buzz of countless conversations overlapped in each inch of the park. Jeonghan reached out a finger and poked your jean-clad hip once. 

“You’re funny,” was all he said, something resembling curiosity in his eyes. “Yeah. Funny girl with the tight shirt.” 

You were going to retaliate (they truly had run out of your size and had opted for this as a temporary option, it wasn’t your fault!), but Jeonghan coughed suddenly, eyebrows furrowing as he sat back up in his seat. 

“Oh shit, should probably stop the ride now.”  _____________________________

You thought about quitting. 

You could honestly say that Jeonghan made you think about quitting, and maybe you would even have brought the plan into action, had it not been for the fact that you had been rejected from just about every other job that you’d applied to. It seemed you were stuck. 

You showed up the next day in your shirt and it felt even tighter than the day prior, and the cap tightened around your scalp like you were a toy in a claw machine. 

Fortunately for you, the park seemed much less crowded today. It was a Wednesday, parents were still working and apparently no one sought out the thrill of scary, old, decaying rides on such afternoons. You admired how much lovelier it was when it was still, as you walked up to The Pirate Swing. 

“Hey, titty-shirt!” 

The loveliness was ruined. 

Jeongan was standing on the railing with someone else you didn’t recognize, long, black hair swaying out from the rim of his cap. He waved enthusiastically, watching your form slump at his words. 

“Hey, Jeonghan,” you muttered, approaching the steps. The boy beside him looked mildly uncomfortable at the interaction. 

“It’s a good thing you’re here, N/n - can I call you N/n?” he didn’t let you answer, simply continued talking like a telemarketer. “Well, it’s a good thing you’re here. Me and my buddy, Junhui, from the Beetle Bug ride were just discussing something that I think is extremely valuable to learn about this place!” 

“Are you gonna teach me about the rest of the buttons?” you drawled, eyes half closed in feigned boredom (as much as you disliked him, it certainly wasn’t boring). 

“No!” Jeonghan snapped his fingers at you. You noticed he had this way of smiling, that irked you. It was void of sincerity and was instead wolfish and teasing, something genuinely animalistic and mean-spirited. It was distasteful.

“On days like these-” he hovers and outstretched hand to gesture to the mostly bare land of the theme park, “- you can steal food from the restaurants.” 

After just one eight hour shift with Jeonghan, you find yourself not even remotely surprised at this. You cross your arms over your chest (Jeonghan’s eyes briefly flick down to them, and you think you might actually hate him): “I have a packed lunch.” 

“Packed lunches are for geeks and nerds,” he said, unbothered. “You can come along if you want to get some delicious, warm pizza, or you can stay here like a loser and explain to every kid that comes by, that you’re not allowed to give them a ride on the coaster and watch them cry until you get fired. Your choice, babe.” 

“Don’t call me that,” you snarled. Jeonghan shrugged with puckered lips and the Beatle Bug guy - Junhui - scrunched his face in disgust at the two of you. 

“Not gonna lie, I’m gonna go find Seungkwan,” he said, not even attempting to hide his dismay for your dynamic. He brushed past you on the stairs, hands buried in his pockets. “If you guys fuck, do it in the bathroom Chan uses!” he yelled, trudging past the pillars that held up the haunted house. 

“Sure thing, Jun!” Jeonghan smiled, and you could punch him. Again that animalistic, joyful, laughing-at-you-not-laughing-with-you smile.

“What if I snitch on you?” you asked, hoping it would knock some sort of sense into him, but he only shrugged.

“Belinda loves me. Whenever she works on Valentine’s day, she cries in her office and I let her rant about her shitty boyfriends,” the visual was somehow not hard to imagine. Belinda in her office chair (you’d seen it once, and all you could say was the interior looked like something from a log cabin) and Jeonghan, 19, feeding into everything she said. “You can say what you want, but she’ll just fire you for making up rumors.” 

Your brows furrowed. “That’s so concerning.” 

“Nothing about this place works right,” he admitted and it was maybe the only time you’d sensed an ounce of truth in his words. “So, are you coming?” 

You hesitated. You really were working up a real distaste for Jeonghan, but talking to spoiled, crying kids seemed worse than anything else at the moment. You decided you could live through Jeonghan’s lewd comments and maybe make friends with some other park workers. 

“Okay.” 

“I knew you loved me,” he teased, and then grabbed your wrist from the top of the steps, bouncing down and pulling you along with him. “Hey!” you yelped, but Jeonghan was, as always, unbothered. 

He pulled you by a narrow walkway into the toilets, passing by a single, confused family, as you stumbled behind him. There was a fountain with a hen figurine on top, which he steered around, your arm jerking limply, as he went down a flower-walkway. 

“You do this often?” you remarked, out of breath from jogging to match his strides. 

“Oh yeah. Mingyu works there and he’s like 16, he lets me do anything,” Jeonghan giggled evilly, glancing over his shoulder once, and you gulped, and hated the way his eyes were so big and pretty, and the way his hair blowed softly along carvings of his cheeks. 

“It’s great that you have so many people here to enable your bad habits,” you said. Whatever sarcasm you portrayed in your tone, Jeonghan ignored it, still smiling when he said: “Right?” 

When you stopped you were standing on the backside of a blocky building - one of the many offers of food you provided, prices marked up to drain the suburbs of their cash. You felt something underfoot, and looked down on the gravelly, rustic pavement, only to see circa 20 cigarettes jammed in between the rocks. You scrunched your nose. 

“What? You don’t like cigs?” you looked up at Jeonghan’s voice, to see him grinning cheekily at you. His eyes sparkled and for maybe just a second it was kind of attractive. 

“I don’t..” you broke off eye contact. “I don’t mind, it’s just.. Is everyone here like you?” 

“Sweetheart,” he tutted, and you nearly flinched at the feeling of his long fingers tapping your cheek, cool on the warming skin. You looked back up at him and he had tilted his head to the side. Why was he being attractive? Why were you finding him attractive? “There’s no one like me.” 

Before you could respond, Jeonghan pushed open the backdoor, the heat of the kitchen simmering out in one brief wind, before it slammed shut behind him, and you were left, alone and dumbfounded on the stones in a mountain of cigs. 

Then you scoffed.

You stood for a moment, letting the fresh air cool the inevitable warmth on your cheeks, huffing (because you were annoyed, you told yourself, not because he had just done something terribly, horribly attractive!) and puffing with your arms crossed over your too-tight-shirt. 

Then you pushed open the door and stepped inside the tiled kitchen. 

The room was filled with steam and it smelled like canned marinara sauce and fake cheese and most of all it was unbearably hot - so hot and humid, you felt the particles of water sitting on the fabric of your shirt. There was a decidedly oversize pot simmering with sauce on a stovetop, and on a hotplate three untouched pizzas sat; one with potato-topping, one pepperoni and one margarita. 

A very tall boy was running frantically around the kitchen, three different kitchen utensils in his clenched fist like claws. Sweat was dripping down the side of his frowning face and red speckled his shiny cheeks. Jeonghan draped himself against the counter lazily.

“It’s just me today,” the boy, Mingyu, cried, “Thomas sent home the other two because there’s no one in the park, but I can’t do this alone!” 

“Seems real stressful, Gyu,” Jeonghan mumbled, leaning on his hand. 

“Yeah, so if you aren’t too busy, maybe you could stir the marinar-” 

“That’s really great, man. You’re doing God’s work. But hey, we’re just gonna-” While Mingyu’s back was turned, the tall boy hunched over the sauce, Jeonghan limply pushed the pepperoni pizza to the edge of the hotplate with a pair of tongs. He winked at you, scooping the pizza into his open palm. “We’re just gonna head out now.” 

“Jeonghan, please help me out and don’t-” 

Mingyu turned around and his tortured expression dropped into one of shock, his tense limbs falling limp at his sides. Jeonghan stood, hand in the cookie jar and pizza in his palm, frozen in front of him with a sort of cartoonish ‘oopsie’-face. Steam clouded the room while you watched from the doorway.

Mingyu’s eyes narrowed and when he spoke again, his voice was lowered in warning: “Jeonghan. We’ve talked about this. Put. The pizza. Down.” 

There was a moment of indifferent silence. Jeonghan contemplated.

Then he nodded, lips pursed and eyes cast down to the pizza.

“You know… I would.. But. Y/N, OPEN THE DOOR OR KNOCK HIM OUT!”

“WHAT?”

“OPEN THE DOOR.” 

You did. Apparently Mingyu hadn’t seen you, because he jumped at your voice behind him, body twisting to see you just in time for you to open the door and Jeonghan came scrambling out of it like a rat. You cannot believe you just aided this man’s crimes, you think, Mingyu’s expression of horror forever imprinted in your retina, before you followed suit. 

However bad Mingyu’s puppy expression made you feel, the rush of adrenaline as you bolted down the pavement under row after row of flowers and sunbeams brought forth something sinister and mean that had you giggling at your evil-doing. Jeonghan was laughing as well, and his genuine laugh was bright and bubbly and very unlike him. 

Mingyu sprung open the door behind you, yelling over your shoulders: “HOODLUMS! THIEVES! YOU’RE LUCKY I CAN’T LEAVE THIS SAUCE.” 

This made the both of you laugh even harder, disappearing behind another building, leading up to the chicken-fountain. You caught up to him, still holding the pizza in his open palms, now sweating and panting in between bright, heart-thrumming giggles. 

“I thought-” you panted, bending at your knees and warding away the image of the betrayed Mingyu. “I thought you said he let you do whatever he wanted.” 

“Yeah,” Jeonghan heaved, cheeks rosy and shiny, as he gently padded over to a bench with the pizza out like the plate in the hand of Oliver Twist. “That’s my bad. I forget he was 16 two years ago and has since then lost all respect for me.” 

This made you laugh. This had your eyes squinting closed and a deep, ringing laugh bouncing up your ribcage and your throat and exploding into the summertime. Eyes closed, you missed the way Jeonghan’s face lit up at that.

“That made you laugh? Self-deprecation?” he asked incredulously, but somehow amazed. 

“Oh,” you cried, opening your eyes and willing your laughter to calm. “I think it’s just the first time you haven’t been baselessly confident and cocky.” 

“Baseless?” Jeonghan echoed, face screwed in poorly-concealed glee.

“Yeah,” you nodded, face also screwed in poorly-concealed glee.

“What? Am I supposed to collect, like, fuckin’ data?” 

“Yeah, evidence.” 

“EVIDENCE?” 

You and Jeonghan went back to The Pirate Swing, splitting the pizza in the booth and every 45 minutes or so, letting guests on when they came by. He was still annoying and in all fairness he’d dragged you into his crimes against humanity. But. He was also a little funny and sweet. 

And the pizza did taste better than your packed lunch. _____________________________

Two days of normal work followed. 

There were too many people to really fuck around, so you and Jeonghan stayed in the booth, and you even managed to pressure him into telling you about the rest of the buttons, as well as the mechanics of the bigger machines. 

Everytime Jeonghan saw you he greeted you with “Hey titty-shirt!”, equally enthusiastic each time. Everytime the clock hands read 8 PM he pulled out his weed and began smoking. Everytime he began smoking he snaked a hand on the back of your leg where you stood (still no chair!) beside him, rubbing the flesh under his palm. You shooed him away half-heartedly, then felt guilty for not meaning it. Jeonghan was a sleazy piece of shit, but his hand was warm and felt nice on your thigh. You liked to tell yourself you were just lonely or something. 

“TITTY-SHIRT!” 

That Saturday you came walking into work, still wearing your shirt and your cap, and was immediately alerted to the fact that something was off; Jeonghan was ecstatic. 

He always had this front of joy and constant bemusement, but you’d learned to read how he yearned for his shift to end - you saw it sometimes when he gazed out of the windows of the booth, thinking you were surveying the kids. That day, he was happy. Genuinely. 

“TITTY-SHIRT!” he called again, causing a family of blonde children to turn their heads in dismay. He paid them no mind, rushing down the stairs with loud, trampling steps, to meet you at the foot of the platform, before you could even settle down in the booth. He grabbed your forearms in his hands and grinned at you childishly. You couldn’t help the small, bemused smile that parted your lips.

“Great fuckin’ news,” he said, “Belinda is fucking gone. M.I.A.”

“Okay?” you grimaced, unsure of what he was getting at. 

“Okay?! Do you know what this means?” 

“No, not particularly,” you mumbled. 

“This whole fuckin’ area,” he let go of your arms to motion vigorously to your part of the park. "Unsupervised. Unaccounted for.” 

“Okay?” 

“Okay?! This means we’re gonna go shoot the shit at the arcade, come on!” He threw a hand over his shoulder to gesture to the arcade area. You frowned and crossed your arms challengingly. 

“Shouldn’t we go take care of our coaster?” 

“Are you kidding me? If no one is working it, people just assume it’s shut down for maintenance. Come on, this only happens, like, twice a year!” He whined, stomping his worn-down Nike sneakers into the pavement and pouting at you. You hated to admit it made your facade melt like an overpriced ice-cream in the hand of a child. 

“Alright, but-” 

“Yes!” 

Without further nonsense, Jeonghan grabbed your hand in his, and began to once more drag you through the park. As you ran behind him, you looked at your interlocked hands and thought, briefly, that it wasn’t too bad to look at. And it felt kind of good. 

“What happened to Belinda?” 

“God knows, I think it was something with her kids.” 

“She has kids?!” 

You and Jeonghan messed around at the arcade - Jeonghan miraculously had been granted the keys to the arcade by Belinda (something about her trusting him?), and unlocked the machines and you played games with already-used coins. 

First was Whack-A-Mole, then the boxing game, then those motorcycle races, and then you played the basketball game.

“I’m gonna beat you!” you squealed, throwing a miniature basketball through the hoop with a small jump. You grinned in triumph when it landed right, punching the air like a dork and turning to him with victoriously glean. 

Jeonghan wasn’t even played, you realized. You’d been so caught up in actually landing the ball in the hoop that you’d managed to forgo the way Jeonghan leaned against his lane, eyes half lidded and shadowed under his cap. You turned to him, now much more aware that you’d been acting like a dork. 

“Uh, aren’t you gonna play?” you asked sheepishly, blushing. You wished you’d missed how Jeonghan’s lips quirked upwards at the sight. 

“No,” he sang, “I think I’m just gonna stay here and watch you play.” 

You narrowed your eyes, suspiciously, and that was all Jeonghan needed before he sighed and shrugged in defeat, like a criminal caught for his crimes.

“Sorry, I just like watching your tits bounce when you get all excited,” he deadpanned. Your mouth gaped open and crossed your arm over your chest.

“You’re so gross, Jeonghan!” you said, now thoroughly uninterested in playing anymore. Jeonghan only scoffed though, to which you snapped your head back to him with an outraged expression. He smiled at you in that cheeky son-of-a-bitch way. 

“Oh, don’t act like that,” he said cockily.

“Like what?”

He laughed, rolling his eyes, letting a small pause linger in the space between you. You hoped he couldn’t see the way your eyes twinkled with excitement every time he said something like this. As hot as he was, Jeonghan was a cocky, sleazy piece of shit and you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. 

“Like you’re scandalized,” he said simply. You wanted to respond, wanted to defend your honor, but Jeonghan saw right through you, and he took one step forward to speak again: “Like you hate the way I talk to you. You act all innocent and nice and so uptight, but you know what?” 

He took daring steps forward, one after another, until you were half-sat on the basketball machine and he stood, looming over you, surprisingly menacing despite the get-up. The air seemed to suddenly thicken and warm, tasting foul in your mouth. Then he leaned in, eyes glimmering brilliantly with amusement and that evil smile on his lips, breath hitting yours. 

“I think you love being treated like a slut.” 

Fuck.

He was so close to you, body heat rolling into you. You knew he saw the mechanisms of your brain turning behind your eyes, saw the fear when you realized he had seen right through you, and he smiled, and he might as well have had fucking horns.

He tilted his head, and, fuck, if every angle of his face wasn’t perfect. It was unfair. It was so unfair. 

“I-I don’t-” your voice was a meek, half-hearted protest, cut off before you could even begin.

“Yeah,” he laughed. “I think you do. You don’t just let any man massage your thigh, hm?” 

At those words, his hand dropped onto your thigh, finger digging into soft flesh. You mewled at the feeling, causing his grin to spread wider. 

“Oh, poor baby,” he pouted in fake-sympathy. “Am I making you wet?” 

“JEONGHAN!” 

Thank God for Kwon Soonyoung with the impeccable timing. 

Soonyoung was “the pool boy” - he did not work at the pools, but he was the victim of a dunking-machine that was set up in the summertime. Kids and adults alike paid to throw balls at a big, red button that would lower a trapdoor and dunk Soonyoung in ice-cold water. You’d seen it in action and it was pretty hilarious. 

At his voice, you and Jeonghan scrambled apart, his hand flying off your thigh and body twisting to back away from you, and you dropping off the machine and landing flat on your feet, blushing wildly and somewhat out of breath. 

Soonyoung, the poor boy, was sprinting through the park, stopping awkwardly where you and Jeonghan had been standing. He was out of breath and had a wild look in his eyes, like he was being chased by some supernatural monster. 

“Belinda is back! Get back to your coasters!” If he’d noticed your philandering he certainly didn’t mention it, breaking into a sprint again the second the words had left his lips. 

“Shit, thank you, Soonyoung!” Jeonghan yelled, receiving only a limp thumbs-up from the trackstar in response. Jeonghan grabbed your hand and the two of you ran back to The Pirate Swing as fast as your legs could take you. 

Your heart fluttered at your interlocked hands again, and you stared at them, focused on them, as the world became a blurred mess around you. His warmth streamed into you.

You couldn’t even look at him the rest of the shift. Something about his confrontation stirred a mimicking phenomenon in you. Did you want to fuck Jeonghan? You did, you realized, and thus you were unable to raise your gaze from the floor, pressing yourself against the wall to be far enough away from him, that he couldn’t touch your thigh again. He didn’t. He just let your cheeks blaze and pressed buttons and talked to kids, and he even waved at Belinda when she walked by, and she smiled wide and waved back. 

You went home at 9 PM, shirt too tight around your chest, and chest too tight around your heart. You simply couldn’t believe it, because not only did you want to fuck Jeonghan;

You had a fucking crush on him. _____________________________

Having a crush on Yoon Jeonghan was maybe the worst revelation you’d had in your life.

You’d kept all the things you admired about him hidden under the veil of your shirt; he was sleazy and gross and he smoked weed at work and had a certain disregard for child safety. But, and there was always a but, you realized, he was also witty and easy to talk to, and it was cute when he was happy or he got excited about something, and he was so damn charismatic, and you realized you would do anything to see him with that childlike joy again. 

The worst part was that Jeonghan did not like you back. In fact, you couldn’t even imagine him liking anyone. He thought you were hot and wanted to fuck and that was the end of it. All the ways you cared about him were unreciprocated. He did not care to see you happy. He did not care for the twinkle in your eyes when you were excited. He liked your tits in your shirt and was working his fingers up, day by day, to touch you. Yoon Jeonghan did not like you back. 

Three days of work passed, three days of being muted and awkward around him. Jeonghan’s shine was not dulled by your lack though. The kids loved him, Belinda loved him, and he didn’t love anyone back - just let himself be showered in admiration. He was greedy like that. He took all the love and gave none out.

On this particular day, all you did was lay in your bed before work, willing time to stop so you wouldn’t have to go. Legs flopped on top of your bedsheets, work shirt on and cap on your bedside. You waited.

You waited with a metal ball in your stomach, rolling around and causing a ruckus. It rested heavy there, rolling to and fro and grazing your heart from time to time, and it hurt. 

Maybe the reason it felt this bad was because you did it to yourself. Of course, Jeonghan wouldn’t like you back. He was Jeonghan. And yet, you’d had your guard down and his effortless charms had worked their way into your brain. You wondered how many girls had been in the same exact position as you; being graced with Jeonghan’s presence, being smitten by it, and now lying in bed, realizing the admiration would never be bounced back to them. 

You went to work. 

In the damn shirt, you walked in through the staff-door and journeyed towards The Pirate Swing. 

There were so many people that day, you could hardly believe your eyes. The queues were mile-long stretches, and every pathway was spotted with body after body, walls of families, crowds swarming like insects. It was enough to induce a slight panic. 

“It’s good that you’re here, Titty-shirt,” Jeonghan said, when you walked into the booth beside him. He had a bit of a wild look in his eye and he was chewing on a banana. You stood by the door of the booth, looking out at the queue - a genuine queue? To The Pirate Swing? - as the boat swung catastrophically behind you. “We’re fucking busy.” 

You hummed, then turned your head to him. He had sat down, seemingly exhausted and pouting a little. 

“You brought a packed lunch?” you asked, nodding towards the banana in his hand and he looked up at you. His cheeky smile made you want to die. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, I stole this from Seungkwan,” he said and you laughed, and you hated that he made you laugh. The walls of the booth muffled the loud, indistinct buzz and shielded you from the chaos. The flimsy, windowed walls had never felt as intimate. 

“It’s gonna be a shitty day,” you declared ceremoniously. He grunted something in agreement, voice strangled by the now finished banana. Forever himself, he discarded the peel on the corner of the control panel, among his ziploc of weed and empty cans. 

It was a shitty day.

The constant swarming of people, crying children, the non-stop screech of rusted roller coaster tracks; everything brewed together into a pounding headache, as you and Jeonghan hunched together in the booth. Beads of sweat collected on your skin, where the unforgiving sun streamed through the windows. 

Around 8 PM you’d had just about enough. Your head was pounding, you were hungry, and most terribly you were sad. You were sad, sitting next to Jeonghan on the dirty, hard floor of the booth, and you could cry every time he said something snarky and lewd to you. He would never like you and you were a fool for ever letting yourself get attached. 

The day was constant work, constant talking to kids and putting on an energetic front. Finally the crowd seemed to thin out. Slowly but surely, the suburban families returned home and only a few people remained, and the night time glowed soft and warm. 

“Dude,” Jeonghan said, neck craned to look at his phone. With most of the guests gone, he’d finally gotten a chance to waste away on his phone, putting his mouth to his makeshift bong and smoking pot. You kept the booth-door open to let the smoke out. “Wanna go see a crowd of teenagers dunk Soonyoung? Junhui just texted me.” 

You were so tired. Every inch of your body yearned to relax where you sat, cross legged on the metal floor. With dark, sunken eyes and no courtesy left, you simply shook your head. 

“You sure?” he asked, eyebrows raised. You were just tired enough to miss the small frown on his lips. 

“I’m tired, you just go.” 

Jeonghan shrugged then and stood up. He left the bong on the floor and stepped over you to exit. 

“I’ll be back ASAP!” he yelled out, and you didn’t even try to look at him, to call something witty back. You just sat. 

And as if it weren’t the last thing you needed today, just thirty minutes before closing, a woman and her son strolled up The Pirate Swing. You saw them, eyes glazing with worry as you flickered your head to Jeonghan’s empty chair.

“We want a ride!” cawed the woman, holding her son by the hand. You scrambled to your feet, stuttering as you dusted off your pants. 

“Uh, I-” hopeful, you looked around, hoping to see Jeonghan and his long, poodle-y hair somewhere near. The pathways were deserted. “I-I actually can’t-” 

Not waiting for an explanation, the woman clucked once more: “You’re still open, aren’t ya?” 

You nodded, tiredness painted thick and greasy on your face. “Yes, we are, um, open, but I-” 

“Well, then give us a ride?!” 

This woman was going to be the death of you. Why were they even here now right before closing? You closed your eyes, collecting yourself and mustering each ounce of patience you had left. 

“I’m not allowed to because I’m new-” 

“Well, where is the operator? Why are you here if you don’t know how it works!” 

“He’s, uh,” your face fell, “He’s using the bathroom right no-” 

You’re not even sure why you lied. 

“Alright,” she huffed, strained and impatient. “Well, you just ruined me and my son’s night!” 

She tugged her blonde kid by the hand and began to turn around, grumbling with a red face. 

“I’m so sorry, but- it’s a matter of safety-” 

“Next time just say you don’t know how to do your job!” she yelled over her shoulder, mean glare coming out over her shapely glasses. Then she was jiggling away with a pouting child. 

Your mouth fell open in shock. A part of you wanted to be angry - a part of you was angry - but you found yourself weighed down and sliding down the wall of the booth with a much heavier feeling; you were exhausted. 

This was the last straw for tonight, you decided, resolve melting like a dropped ice cream. Booth door half-creaked open and weed vapor in the air, you buried your head in your hands and began to cry. It was small. It was not loud and sorrowful, it was small and petty. Nothing grand about crying on the dirty floor at your workplace. Sniffles and single, wet tears and a quivering lip, all dying out in the soft glow of the fairy light decorating the park.

“Y/n?” 

“Shit,” you lifted your head from your hands, wiping hard on your reddened cheeks. Jeonghan was standing in the open door, looking down at you on the floor.

“Sorry, uh-” 

“Why are you crying?” 

You paused, hands fiddling with the collar of your shirt and effectively covering your breasts. Your breath was shaky and snotty, eyelashes coated in tears. Red patches your skin around your puffy eyes, and your lips pressed into a thin line. 

Jeonghan did not look like himself when you looked up at him. It must have been a completely different person, you decided, because his features had  tightened and screwed into an expression you had never even seen a hint of before: concern. 

It looked so utterly foreign on his face - there was always a lightness to his expression, a joking, teasing look, but now he was frowning and his brows were furrowed and his eyes were big and red and round. It made  you feel small and frail. You didn’t like seeing him like that; unwell. But it seemed that feeling was mutual. 

“Um,” you began, voice hoarse and shuddering like a frail old fence-gate, that’s been slammed shut. “I’ve just had a shitty fucking day and- this woman came and wanted to ride and she was just so fucking mean when I told her I couldn’t..” 

Telling it all again made you feel so pathetic, it wracked another sob from you, hurdling past your lips. You caught it in your hand, pressing it to your mouth and squeezing your eyes shut up. 

God, you were pathetic. 

But your heavy, heavy eyelashes blinked open and you looked up to see Jeonghan’s expression softened into something else entirely;

Guilt.

“I’m sorry,” he said immediately. 

“No, it’s fine-”

He dropped to his knees in front of you, now at your level and up close, so you could see every tensed muscle and every strain on his beautiful face. 

“I’m sorry I left you alone,” he said solemnly and for the first time since you’d met him, Jeonghan was merely expressing his regret, not bartering for some sort of gain. His words were dripping with sincerity and it was so strange, you had to laugh.

“What?” he asked, a small grin growing on his face. That was more familiar. 

“I just- I’ve never seen you so serious, it’s okay, Jeonghan, I forgive you-” 

He broke into a laugh as well, rhythmic clucks dancing through the air from the booth, and it immediately cheered you up: he was beautiful and practically glowing, a small rim of light encapsulating him. 

“I’m very serious, I think,” he said. You rolled your puffy, old eyes. 

There was a significant pause. 

Your head lolled over and your gaze landed once more on the makeshift bong by the chair, now abandoned. It reminded you of how different you were. You tried too hard because you liked when people liked you, you were a hard worker, your shirt was too tight. Your shirt was too tight and that’s what had landed you in this situation. 

“Can I…” you trailed off, daring to look at him again. “Can I smoke some of your weed?” 

Jeonghan’s face was practically split in half the way he was smiling. There was something akin to triumph in his eyes, but it was almost fatally overpowered by sheer, bubbling, striking adoration. It made you blush. 

“Of course, babe, I thought you’d never ask,” he breathed, still smiling when he scrambled forward for the bong and stretched out his arm to finger at the control panel, finally feeling the soft plastic and snatching it down to the floor with you. 

“Just put your mouth to the can, baby, I’ll light it for you,” he giggled giddily, scrambling for the lighter in his pocket. 

“I know how it works,” you tried to sound stern, but you were smiling and your eyes were twinkling. 

Jeonghan messily pinched off a nugget of weed and placed it on the gridded holes in the can (which he had pricked with his work badge; “Hi, my name is Jeonghan!”), and you placed it to your mouth, while he held the lighter to it. 

“You’re so hardcore,” he said sarcastically, face close to yours as he flicked the lighter, sending a warm flame onto the can, so the nugget lit ablaze. 

“Shut up,” you said, and then you inhaled and the flame went out and turned into a glow, and warm, crisp smoke traveled down your throat, leaving it sore and burned. It felt great. 

You held it in for a moment, then exhaled, and Jeonghan watched eagerly as your chest rose and fell under the restricting fabric of your shirt. 

You and Jeonghan sat side by side for the last half hour, smoking together, eyes turning red and breaths turning sour and casting laughs into the night air. There was a warm buzz in your chest, a low drum, and you basked in the proximity to him, in how the heat of his body met yours in a fierce battle, at how he caught your eye when he joked, and how he smiled when you laughed. Your responsibilities melted away; your shirt felt looser. 

“We’re closing now,” you hummed after a while, somehow lighter and heavier at the same time. Your eyelids felt heavy and your cheeks were warm from giggling. Jeonghan placed his hand on your wrist, squeezing and tearing your eyes to his. 

“I have such a good idea right now,” he grinned lazily and you couldn't help but echo it. His eyes were red and half-lidded, and his voice was groggy from the smoke. He had run his hand through his hair one too many times and now it was puffier, poodlier than normal. He looked so handsome, you thought, studying the tan from many days in the sun. You figured he didn’t use sunscreen. 

“What is it?” you breathed.

“Come on, come with me!” 

Then the two of you were sneaking from building to building and giggling indiscreetly, two hunched silhouettes becoming one with the backs of buildings. Jeonghan insisted the two of you go to the toddler playground (Sunshine Dance Club, as it were called), because, in his words: “those dumb prick security guards never bother to actually check it”. He pulled you into the pastel green, red, blue, and yellow dreamscape, pulling you up a wooden tower, where you would be shielded by the railing. 

The two of you sat against the railing and waited while a security guard checked the place before closing. 

The mischief had made the two of you even more giggly, scratchy throats producing choppy snickering, as you leaned into each other on the wood, breathing in each other’s air. You liked being so close to him, you thought, and you were almost high enough to just spit it out. The distant stream of light overhead revealed his pores, but you liked those too. 

“Shut up, shut up,” Jeonghan whispered at one point. “I think he might be coming!”

“You’ve said that three times-” 

His hand clasped over your mouth and he fought not to laugh at the surprise in your eyes. Sure enough, this time he was right, as you heard booted footsteps in the distance, and the beam of a flashlight danced across the sloping and bouncing playground. 

You held your breath, not only because you feared, for the first time that night, getting caught, but also because Jeonghan had leaned so close to you, that you could see every stirred acrylic in his eye, every color of brown, swirly sundae. 

Both of you stopped laughing and stared at each other. 

His hand dropped from your lips. 

“I have cotton mouth,” he whispered, footsteps fading away. You couldn’t tell if it was the weed or what, but the air seemed thicker and you felt heavier, like imaginary hands were tugging you down. Jeonghan was no better - you couldn’t quite place the emotion on his glowing face. He almost seemed vulnerable.

“Me too,” you whispered, breathless. 

A pause.

His eyes flickered down to your lips, pink and plush.

“Can I kiss you?” 

You were almost bristling for a moment in pure surprise, before you recollected yourself and nodded eagerly.

“Yeah.” 

You thought his lips would smash into yours; you thought he would conquer you, because that would simply be the most Jeonghan-thing he could, to take what was his, to be cheeky and horny and sleazy.

To your utmost surprise, his hand was shaking when he lifted it, brushing so softly, so gently across the skin of your neck, resting on the back of it, cold from the icy, night breeze. His hand kissed the tips of your hair, and he gently slid it up, breath shaking, as he stared at your lips. Then he leaned in. 

His lips were soft like the bouncy castle on the edge of the playground, so impossibly gentle and flowing and warm. He breathed out shakily against your skin, eyes squeezed shut. Had you seen it, you would’ve almost believed that the kiss pained him, with the furrowed brows, but you didn’t, and it wasn’t painful at all, it was just that his heart was exploding and so was yours. Tender and slow, that was what it was, and you had never thought you’d use words like that to describe him.

A moment of entangled lips, slow making out and warm air covering your skin, his hand in your hair. The Sunshine Dance Club was filled with the sound of spit.

Then he pulled away, breath still shaking, but now, less vulnerable. His lips curled into a smile, spreading that childlike joy on his face. It made you smile as well. 

“That was-” he shook his head at himself, cringing. Then he restarted: “Can I show you something?” 

You chuckled, cheeks heavily flushed and eyes twinkling. “What is it?” 

The cheekiness returned to his eyes, as he scrambled to his feet: “A surprise.” 

And once again the two of you were giggling through the park, this time hand in hand, looking over your shoulders for the security guard that by this time had definitely gone home. The halted steps over the cobbled paths echoed in the dead, empty park. 

It would’ve been a strange feeling - seeing everything closed and dark and empty, every inch usually crammed with people strangely void - had you not been entirely consumed by Jeonghan’s presence. His hand in yours, his laugh, his starry eyes, his face softening when he looked at you.

Jeonghan led you into Belinda’s office (he had a key because he was her favorite, he said), allowing you to sit on the edge of her desk, while he sauntered off into an attached room. You sat there, overhead light dull and buzzing, and basked in the log cabin aesthetics. Your chest was warm.

Then, from beyond the other room, sounding much further away and thereby being much bigger than you had initially imagined the attached room to be, you heard the mechanical sound of several switches. They sounded heavy and important, having a sort of resonance that continued into your room, where Belinda’s desk chair was spun halfway. 

“Jeonghan?” you called, a twinge of worry in your voice. “What did you do?” 

He came jogging back into the office, all wide grinned and puffy-eyed. 

“You’ll see.” 

Once again he grabbed onto your hand, pulling you off the desk and barging out of the doorway.

The night air enveloped you completely, stealing you away from the warmth of the office, kissing your warm skin, as you stood on the cobble. The feeling was so great, you almost missed what Jeonghan had done.

It was beautiful. 

The switches had turned on the lights everywhere. In every color imaginable, illuminating dramatically sloping tracks in the distance, fairy lights on the pathways, signs re-lit, and the whole park before your eyes seemed to have become a disco-ball, sending faint streaks into the star-spotted sky like aurora borealis. 

You, now red and green and yellow and blue, let out a disbelieving laugh, smiling wide. You squeezed his hand, unable to communicate further. There was something about it that left you entirely speechless. It was an inability to overcome and conquer the lights before you - your eyes feasted on them much too eagerly. 

“What do you think?” 

Jeonghan was looking at you. 

“It’s-” you sucked in a breath, trying to compose a sudden sincerity you felt. You looked over at him. “It’s so pretty, Jeonghan. It’s really beautiful.” 

“I knew you would like it,” he murmured happily, body turned to yours. You turned to him as well. 

There was a moment of silence. The two of you basked in the light and in the gentle glow and the cool night, and in each other. 

“Thank you for cheering me up,” you said and pursed your lips. He smiled in a gentle way. It looked nice on him. 

“It’s nothing,” he said, “we were having fun.” 

The conversation lulled again, and while you turned your head back to the light show, the flickering lights and the ombre, Jeonghan continued looking at you. 

You felt his eyes on you, and you turned to him, shyly: “You should look at the beautiful lights.”

He shook his head, lips twisting upwards: “No.. Not right now…” And that was all he said.

The words left a bit of a void in you, like a black hole sunk in your stomach and you turned to him curiously. Jeonghan sensed your confusion, because he licked his lips and gave you a knowing smile, and then explained. 

“I wanna kiss you again, love.”

And his voice was so angelic, such a grave contrast to the boy you’d come to know, but he’d been so strange tonight. Your first kiss had been so tender, now he was looking at you and his pupils were dilated and a smirk spread across his face, and you needed to know something; just one thing, before you threw yourself at him, and gave to him, something you would not be able to take back. 

“Do you just wanna fuck me?” your voice echoed off the walls of the empty park, resounding accusingly. He laughed.

“Of course, I wanna fuck you, baby,” he laughed a little, shaking his head in disbelief. You stayed staring at him, bristling. “You’re hot as shit.” 

“No, I mean,” you paused, because suddenly your heart was climbing into your throat and it seemed like everything you’d worried about was true, that you were just another girl that was hexed by his charms. “Do you just wanna fuck me?” 

His smirk dropped. There was a moment where all you could hear was wind and the electrical whirring of the many, many lights, draining energy from the earth by the second. 

“Do you honestly think I’d do this for just any girl I wanted to fuck?” 

“I-”

“I thought you were smarter than that, N/n,” his lips spread once more in a smile, but this one seemed more fitting on his face - condescending and confident. Whatever vulnerability had hung in the air was replaced by warmer, thicker danger. Was it the weed making you feel this way? On edge or excited?

“I just-” you stammered, feeling bashful suddenly. Did that mean he liked you? Yes, that meant he liked you. You had truly not even considered the possibility, not really thought it through the way you had the negative outcome, so now you were standing and you didn’t know how to respond. A stuttering, blubbering mess of red cheeks and avoidant eyes. “I just- I thought you just- because you talk so much about my boobs-” 

“Shhhh,” he shushed you. The cocky motherfucker actually shushed you, staring you down in a way that made you feel like prey and taking two steps forward, and closing the gap between you. He was so, so close to you, chest inches away from yours and leaning his face down to tilt his head at you. 

“You’re so cute, baby,” he cooed, eyes dancing around your face. 

You and him watched it, as one lean hand lifted itself to your chest, tightly wrapped in polyester-fabric. You sucked in a breath. His fingers lightly grazed it, trailing over the soft plushness of it. Then he cupped it, experimentally, like feeling the weight of it in his hand. You whimpered pathetically. 

“Hm,” he hummed, ripping his gaze from your tits very briefly at the noise, “you sound so pretty.”

In an effort to steal more noises from your pretty lips, his delicate thumb rubbed over your nipple, watching it harden under the fabric with a bemused smirk. Your breathing became heavy and shaky. 

“Can we– please?” you whined, but he only tutted, watching the fat crook under his finger.

“Hang on, sweetheart, I’m having my fun,” he said, nonchalantly, another hand snaking up to your other tit. “Been waiting for this since the first time I saw you.”

You couldn’t help but whimper quietly, his caresses and his intense gaze sending electricity straight to your core. You fingers wrapped around his forearms where they flexed, as he kneaded your chest eagerly. 

“That’s right,” he whispered and leaned into you, eyes half lidded and lips wet from spit. “Be a good girl and let me play with your pretty titties.” 

Then he kissed you again, groaning into your mouth at the weight of your tits in his hands. His groping became more rough and hurried, as he bit your lip and slipped his tongue in your mouth. 

“Fuck, baby, need to get your shirt off, it’s so tight,” he groaned, licking into your mouth. You whined, back arching into his hand. “Poor baby, shirt so tight it’s strangling your pretty tits.” 

“Jeonghan, please!” You cried, putting one hand on his chest to push him away from you. He pulled away, lips red and swollen and cheeks delightfully flushed. 

“Okay, baby,” he whispered, comfortingly. “Okay, okay, I’ll take care of you, sweetheart.” 

You could cry. The way he was touching you so intimately, but refusing to snake his hand down to your burning core, where you could feel yourself fucking dripping. Your body was on fire and your voice was hoarse from the weed that still coursed through your body. 

“Please, please,” you mumbled, and it was desperate enough that Jeonghan pulled his hands from your chest (which took more willpower than he was willing to admit), sliding them over your back and pulling you into him. You nosed into the crook of his neck, sighing happily. 

“Alright, baby,” He breathed, hand in your hair. You felt his neck crane, looking around. 

“Come with me, baby, I know just where to go.” 

You didn’t even have time to whine that you didn’t want to go anywhere, you wanted him to touch you. Jeonghan grabbed your hand and crossed the pathway, and you saw the yellow, lit-up sign for the funhouse before you disappeared into the entrance. 

The first room had a large circular hallway, and when you stepped onto the red plastic, it rolled a little. You and Jeonghan both stumbled rockily, and you nosedived into his chest. He laughed, steadying you with warm fingers on your waist. “Silly girl,” his voice cooed in your ear. 

“Jeonghan, please touch me-” 

“We’re almost there, baby,” he said, and he was being a little annoying, because he’d just played with your boobs and made you so fucking wet that your panties were sticking to your folds, and now he was trudging you through the hallways of a funhouse. You both skiddered out of the circular hallway with much trouble. 

The next room was slanted, and in your intoxicated mind, this was more than a challenge. The whole room was blue and your knuckles became celeste, as you gripped the slanted railing. 

“Jeonghan, I can’t-” 

Not another word out of your lips, before Jeonghan was scooping you up in his arms, walking with seemingly no problem through the room. “Shit!” you yelped when he did so, but he only smiled at you, a mixture of adoration and teasing. He ran with you, his bride, through a black and white doorway. 

The next room was the mirror maze, and Jeonghan’s face lit up at the sight of it. 

“We’re here!” he panted giddily, gently lowering you. You found your footing and looked around, a little speechless at how quickly he’d constructed this plan. There were at least 20 different angles of you, and you cringed at your own disheveled appearance and how your tiny shirt dug into your skin. A hall of reflection, the roof and flooring was pitch black and only you and him existed in the void, copycats at every corner.

You saw Jeonghan in the mirror, walking up behind you. He was smirking, planting his head on your shoulder and peering up at you, as his hands caressed your waist, riding up your shirt and exposing your stomach 20 times over. You hated to say it, but seeing his veiny, big hands on you made your breath hitch. 

“Was it not worth it, hmm?” he sang innocently, blinking at you with a bunched up cheek on your shoulder. His sleazy hands worked the fabric upwards, just under the impressive bump of your chest. 

His eyes flicked over to the most nearby mirror. Breath becoming shaky, his hands lifted the shirt, finally, over your chest, exposing your simple, black bra and the soft skin of your tits. You could breathe easier, without the fabric digging into your chest. 

“Fuck,” he hissed, soft hands immediately dipping inwards to touch over the skin. “Shit, you’re so perfect,” his voice was strangled, all composure gone as he looked at your chest with something akin to wonder. 

You moaned, feeling his dick, fully fucking hard from just playing with your soft mounds, grinding into your ass. Like a horny teenage boy, he moaned shakily, big hands covering your boobs and squeezing, and rutting into you from behind. As much as you wanted him to touch you, you couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of Jeonghan so utterly fucked out, using your body to pleasure himself. It was so erotic, the way his pretty face twisted in place and his fingers dug into the fat of your chest, panting into your neck. Then the sight untangled itself from your body.

“Sorry, sorry,” he was out of breath, removing his hips from your ass. “I got too caught up.” 

“It’s okay-”

He spun you around, pushing your body against the mirror. You stood back to back with your reflection. 

“No, it’s not,” he breathed, working your shirt the rest of the way off hastily. You lifted your arms to help the fabric off. 

You very barely registered Jeonghan snaking your pants off, and then his own clothes. You leaned your head on the mirror and you could finally breathe without the tight shirt, and you somehow felt stronger, not vulnerable like you would have expected. And when your eyes flicked to another mirror and you saw Jeonghan shirtless too, you realized the two of you were much more similar now. 

Jeonghan was standing in his boxers now, and you in your panties. 

“You know, I always thought you’d be more composed during sex,” you mused, returning your focus to him and smiling teasingly, because even now he was transfixed on your bare chest, heaving for air. Jeonghan scoffed, seemingly genuinely offended by this. 

“It’s not my fault your fat fucking rack has been staring at me through that tiny fucking shirt every day,” he spat, and in a sort of retaliation he cupped your pussy through your panties. 

Finally, he touched your cunt, and God, was it worth the wait, because it shot straight through your stomach, even the slightest touch on the cold, wet fabric. Jeonghan grinned cockily at the state of your underwear. 

“You’re one to talk,” he teased. “Your pussy is fucking weeping for me.” 

You moaned and your back twisted against the cold surface of the mirror, as Jeonghan slipped his finger upwards to circle your clit slowly. 

“N-ngh, fuck..” 

“There you go,” he said in fake sympathy, pouting, and even with his hand on your clit, you could almost believe it, because he just looked that angelic and pure. “Finally your greedy cunt has my hand, hm? Bet you’ve been thinking about this since we met.” 

He couldn’t help himself. He trailed his free up to your chest again. It just looked so delectable, unblemished skin, jiggling at every twitch and shake from you, and nipples hardened to pebbles. “I’ve been thinking about you since we met,” he sighed happily, pinching the nipples between his fingers and relishing in your strangled whine. 

Jeonghan slipped his hand in your panties, scoffing to himself at just how fucking wet you were, leaking from your hole like a slut, when his finger prodded at it. 

“P-Please, Jeonghan, please, fuck-” 

Your plea was cut off by Jeonghan’s hand gripping your throat. He smirked at your tortured expression, one hand circling your hole and the other wrapped around your neck, thumb climbing up your chin to rest on your lip.

“What do you want?” he tilted his head challengingly. You gulped, face flushed and baby hairs sticking to your sweat-gleamy face. 

“I-I want you to finger me,” you mustered, building up all the courage you could to hold eye contact with him and his lopsided grin. He raised his eyebrows, feigning surprise. 

“Really?” he sang, “you want gross, sleazy, perverted Jeonghan’s fingers up your tight, pink pussy?” 

You squeezed your eyes shut. Of course, all those moments of shaming him for thirsting over you. Now you were basically fucking naked, tits perked up from your arched back and writhing under him for just a single finger in your glistening hole. 

“Jeonghan, I’m sorry-” 

His thumb on your lip tugged downwards, effectively muffling your words and shushing you. He watched your pretty lip bend to the will of his thumb, humming. 

“Then say it,” he shrugged.

“Wha?” your speech was slurred by his heavy thumb.

“Say you want gross, sleazy, perverted Jeonghan’s fingers up your tight, pink pussy,” he repeated, acting exasperated, like it was your fault for not being able to keep up. Legs spread and utterly naked, you flushed and felt dumb, and you felt even dumber when you began to speak, and his thumb stayed where it was, weighing down your lip.

“I-I wan’ gross, sleazy, perverted Jeonghan’s fingers up my tight, pink pussy,” you slurred. Somehow the embarrassment translated into a wave of slick exciting your hole and landing on Jeonghan’s hand. He grinned at your obedience, hand pushing up so his thumb entered your mouth, pressing down on your tongue and the rest of his hand cradled your face. 

“Good girl,” he purred, head craned down to look at you, suckling his thumb with wide eyes. He finally heeded your request, two fingers pushing into your sopping heat. “Now suck on my thumb like the good, big-titted girl you fucking are while I make you cum.” 

He was immediately bullying his fingers in and out of you, curling them. Drool escaped where your lips wrapped around his thumb, as you moaned on it, feeling him poke and prod at your tongue with an evil smirk on his pretty face. You saw his dick print straining against his boxers in the corner of your vision.

“Been waiting for this pussy to be mine,” hummed Jeonghan, long eyelashes coming over his eyes when he looked down at you. “You know, if you’d been a little more cooperative I could’ve had my cock in you everyday for the past week.” 

You sobbed around his thumb, panting for air through your nose. His fingers felt so good, pistoning into you and so thin you could feel the bulge of each crooking knuckle churning in and out. His thumb sneaked back up to rub your clit again, and you clawed at his shoulders, trying to stabilize your suddenly shaking legs. 

Jeonghan let out the most erotic, guttural moan you’d ever heard, when he watched drool slip from your swollen, red lips and languidly ooze on your trembling chest. His face twisted in pleasure at the sight of them, becoming all shiny and slicked up from your own spit. 

“Fuck, you’re so pathetic. Can’t believe you’re fucking drooling all over your tits,” he spat, cheeks flushed as he leaned back to look at them, all pretty and slick and glowing under the maze’s fluorescent tubes. He slipped his thumb from your mouth to begin smearing the spit all over your skin. 

Your cunt pulsed around his fingers, clenching and unclenching as something in your belly tightened. You heaved for air, moaning loudly into the maze and practically crying. 

“F-Fuck, Hannie, f-feels s’ good!” you whined, chest thrashing under his needy hands. He lifted his gaze to smile at you, where he was crooked over to look closely at your spit-slick boobs. 

“I know, baby, I know. Cum on my fingers, now, m’kay?” He smiled cheekily, pressing especially hard on your clit. You saw white, orgasm so potent, you almost didn’t even register how Jeonghan dived into your chest, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples 

The wet, smacking of his lips and his pleased humming into the soft skin only spurred on your orgasm, as your cum coated Jeonghan’s fingers. His nose, buried in the flesh of your tit, breathed out a dam of warm air into it. 

His fingers stilled within you, slowly pulling out, while he continued to lap at your chest, warm tongue on your areola. You tried to catch your breath, but it was hard with how he moaned around your fucking tit, sucking and smacking his lips, while holding you to him. You cried out softly when he nibbled at it, to which he finally pulled away, smiling teasingly. 

There was something about the way he was so shameless about it, that almost made you feel even more ashamed, especially when you saw your form in the mirror, and how wet and red your boob was from his insistent sucking. You blushed deeply. 

“You gettin’ shy on me now?” he tapped your cheek, eyes twinkling. 

“Not used to seeing myself,” you mumbled sheepishly. Jeonghan’s ever lust-filled gaze was overtaken with a very deep, fundamental adoration. His smile became genuine - not teasing nor in feigned sympathy. Despite being the sexiest person he’d ever met, Jeonghan found you so severely cute in that moment, all heaved breaths and glossy lips and rosy cheeks.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, tapping your nose. The action would’ve been annoying were not entirely too fond of him at this moment. His eyes wandered, trailing down your collarbones and back to your cleavage. Then returned the lust: “Beautiful, pretty, gorgeous girl with big, bouncing fuckin’ tits.” 

His fascination with them was genuinely insane, but you thought he was pretty and sweet, so you let him marvel.

As if he could never get enough, he reached out one hand and cupped your tit again. 

“Are you gonna be a good girl and let me fuck your pretty tits?” Jeonghan asked, experimentally pressing the mounds together and licking his lips at the sight. He had to swallow (and he would never admit this) because the idea actually had him salivating. 

“Yes, Hannie,” you said sweetly, because although you really wanted his dick inside you, he had that twinkle in his eye that made your heart burst, and, indeed, you would do anything to keep the starlight blazing in his pupils. Jeonghan looked up with raised brows - this time, the surprise was not feigned. Swiftly, he grabbed your head and kissed you, deeply and appreciatively licking into your mouth. 

“Good girl,” he murmured, rowing the two of you away from the mirror-wall with his tongue down your throat. “Good fucking girl.” 

He pulled away from you, frantically looking around, and you simply waited for his command. He began to crawl onto the floor, lying down on the hard, sleek black flooring, resting on his elbows. 

“C’mere,” was all he said, and you sat down on top of him, confused. He wantonly pushed you by your shoulder so you rested further down, while he lifted his hip to free his cock. 

It was long and right by your fucking face. 

Impossibly pretty and pink near the tip, it oozed sticky, white liquid, dripping down the veiny side, and now you were salivating, because you almost wanted to take it in your mouth and suck his soul out. 

“Shit,” he groaned, studying your face next to his hard, heavy dick with a tortured expression on his face. It seemed his thoughts had traveled the same road as yours, because when he spoke, he said: “There’s so much I wanna do to you, doll. Give me another couple shifts, I’ll have your cum all over the fucking park.” 

Without another word, he leaned forward and grabbed each of your tits, hovering just below where his dick extended out, proud and tall like a gothic church. You helped by crawling further over his tan body, lying down on your stomach with your chest raised up. 

Jeonghan enclosed your tits around his dick, breath shaking and eyes blinking shut. The sounds he released were angelic, wetting and rewetting his fiery lips, and he struggled to keep his eyes open from the pleasure. He didn’t want to close them though, because the sight of you was insane. 

You were so pretty, smiling in adoration where you laid between his legs. Prettiest girl in the world, he thought, just letting him bounce your fat tits up and down his shaft like a good, obedient girl. Your rack was like a fucking cloud around him, jerking him off and spurting pre-cum on the already slick skin. 

“S-Shit, you’re so fucking- pretty-” he stuttered, breath trembling and face flushed. From every angle he saw you, perfect, pretty, cute and sweet you. Every version of you in the mirror was perfect, he realized, every copycat a perfect picture. 

“You’re pretty,” you mused, wrapping your hand around the lower part of his shaft where your tits didn’t quite reach and squeezing it. Jeonghan moaned, stammering the breathy noise. He gulped then. 

“I-I’m gonna cum, shit-” he sucked in a harsh breath. He could not believe how lovely you were, how witty and funny and sweet and how big your fucking tits were bouncing up and down around his cock. “C-Can I cum on them, baby?” 

“Of course, Hannie,” you obeyed sweetly, watching how he desperately bucked his hips upwards. Squeezing your hand around the base of his cock, you let out a final admission to help him cum: “Want you to cum on my tits, Hannie, want it so bad.”

Sure enough, it was that easy, because without warning long ropes of thick, white cum spurted into the valley of your breasts and climbed up to your collarbones and neck. Jeonghan cried out when he came, eyes finally squeezing totally shut and hips stuttering into your chest. He sounded angelic, even with his voice hoarse from the weed and grunting. 

You let him calm down, waited until his pants turned into soft, regular breaths, and released his now flaccid cock from your cleavage. 

“Oh shit, baby,” he sighed happily. “Come up here.” 

You crawled up to his chest, curling into his open arms and feeling him under your cheek. Your legs entangled on the funhouse floor, mirrors a little foggy from the sweat and the sex. It was perfect, lying in his chest, having him, knowing he wanted you and liked you. Perfectly timeless, you draped over each other limply. 

Or almost perfect. 

You wiggled your hips away from his body, hoping then he wouldn’t notice how you were still leaking from your poor, puffy hole. Jeonghan frowned when you did so, though, both hands grabbing your waist and tilting his head down to look at you. 

“What is it, baby?” he asked.

You looked away bashfully, shaking your head, but Jeonghan gripped your face in one hand, just as condescending as his thumb had been earlier: “You’re covered in my cum, baby. You’re not getting shy on me now. Tell Hannie what’s troubling you.” 

His voice was stern. You tightened your lips the best you could with his hand squeezing your cheeks together.

“I just..” you were embarrassed again, with how your words became muffled and slurred by his flexed hand. He paid it no mind though, looking at you intently to continue. 

“YouweresoprettyearlierIgotwetagain.” 

You squeezed your eyes shut. From beyond the dark void, you heard Jeonghan laughing. You opened your eyes and he removed his hand from your face, instead brushing it through your hair lovingly. 

You were gonna get whiplash with how lovingly he looked at you, how sweetly and with so much wonder and adoration; and how it stood in such a stark contrast to the words that left his mouth: 

“Baby, you just get up and bounce your fat tiddies around a little bit, I promise you, I’ll get hard in the next five fucking minutes. Then you can get my cock in your cute, greedy pussy. How’s that sound?”

Really fucking good.

[crushedsweets]

hey sucker! 😋😋

what would the creeps do for valentine’s day?

like yknow, would some be given small treats or do others treat it like a regular day?

happy belated valentines day! hope you guys had fun and shared some love with everyone around you! this is the closest youre gonna get to x reader content from me.

AGAIN THIS IS SET IN MY AU!!! MY AU IS PRETTY DETAILED AND HAS AN OVERARCHING STORYLINE WITH PRE-ESTABLISHED FRIENDSHIPS, SETTINGS, JOBS, CHARACTER ARCS AND WHATNOT....... so :3 yeah.

Tim and Brian probably don't do much. They'll totally grab some chocolates/candy and eat it, but just cuz its there, not as a gift. if they had a partner, they'd just go get some dinner.. flowers, basic stuff. put on an unironed button up and pick their partner up LOL.

toby might do something depending on where he is in the story. early on, he is not doing SHIIIIT. deep into his friendship with nina(who opens up a lot of his emotional vulnerabilities n stuff), he might feel a little inclined to pick up some flowers for some of the girls in his life (nina, clocky, kate, lazari) just cuz he used to do something small for his sister/mom when he was younger (cuz frank never did shit). if he had a partner, he'd def wanna do jewelry and classic flowers. he likes necklaces and rings and piercings and stuff, doesnt wear them much cuz they get in the way, but likes seeing people wear stuff he got. he's the type to make them turn around so he could put the necklace on them, but if they even slightly laugh at him trying to be sweet, he's getting mad HAHA. "ok nevermind im returning this you fucking suck" (jokingly.. but he is embarrassed). would just wanna stay home though, no nights out or anything

clocky would paint stuff. she'd give nina a portrait of herself cuz nina loooves being someone's muse, do some nice art of forest creatures and leave some notes for toby. she'd feel pretty awkward about it just cuz even when she was with her highschool boyfriend, she wasn't good at giving or receiving affection. if she's gifted any flowers (which she will be getting), she's absolutely pressing them and either sealing them in some paintings, or putting it in frames that hold her old art/art she picked up at thrifts. if she had a partner, she'd obviously paint them or something. i could see her spending a long time working through a journal to gift them, making every 3 pages a painting, drawing, or journal entry expressing something. "today you and i went to get lunch. i think the place was way too expensive, but you liked it." and then empty pages for her partner to fill in with whatever they want.

nina. ok come on. lets be serious. its nina. she's gonna buy everyone(as in toby, clocky, kate, jane, liu) one expensive gift (cologne, watches, shoes, jewelry, makeup) and then throw together mini bouquets, notes, and probably shop lift other smaller stuff cuz 'IM BROKE I SPENT TOO MUCH I HAVE TO' LOLLL.. she's the type to literally decorate her house for it, putting up some of clocky's more romantic paintings (cuz she has a collection of clocky's work), setting out heart-shaped coasters, bringing out heart shaped pillows.... honestly she probably already had those.... she'd absolutely plan galentines dinner for her friends, bake cookies, everything. if she had a partner, it would be really similar. she likes to spoil people, gift giving and acts of service are her ways of showing love - buuuut she does want to be spoiled in return, so physical affection and quality time is what she wants to receive. she wants to be treated like a princess, be picked up, have her doors opened for her, told she looks beautiful, etc.

jack is even less likely to do something than toby. before the sacrifice, he'd grab a cheap bag of individually wrapped chocolates and give them to people he knew around campus. i could see him buying the same chocolates and leaving it in his cabin. telling whoever visits him to take some. nina would leave him some flowers too(say its also from toby) and he'd be really grateful, cuz she'd be very sure to get him whatever he thinks smells the nice. that way he can still appreciate it. if he had a partner, YOU KNOW HE'S COOKING THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DINNER AT HOME. he's cleaning up, very awkwardly trying to dress nice. black button up, slacks, slick his hair back(or he'd just do whatever his partner says looks best, not too concerned with his own preference). he'd feel sooo fucking embarrassed and very nervous but he just wants to make it special. he'd write a long love letter, too

jeff isnt doing shit for anyone. he'll go steal some chocolate and mind his own business. if he had a partner, one that he ACTUALLY loved and wanted to keep around. maybe he'd pick up some flowers and chocolate, mainly cuz he knows thats the bare minimum sort of gift. he'd let them demand that day from him, which takes a LOT for him to let anyone feel entitled to HIS time. if he knows they have higher expectations (dinner, a letter, etc) he'd probably bitch and moan and be like "ugh you already know im into you why do i gotta do this shit" but if theyre serious, he'd probably do it. half assed though...

kates also not doing anything unprompted. she wouldnt even know the day is coming around. her only memories of valentines day would be passing out some candy and cards around class in elementary school, but once she was in the forest, nobody gave HER shit. she might pick some flowers and wrap it in some paper for people , but ONLY if she KNOWS they're getting something for her. like, she'd pick nina some flowers cuz she knows ninas doing something regardless, but she wouldnt get toby anything cuz she wouldnt have expected it from him. then shed feel bad. if she had a partner, again it'd be similar. she KNOWS she needs to put in the effort, but she doesnt exactly have the resources... the farm does pay her some cash since she works with the animals, but she mostly just gives it straight to toby so he can buy stuff for the cabin. but she'd keep it this time around, and quietly ask toby if he could come with her to get some stuff for them. some sweets, a necklace, scribble out a little letter. smth sweet.

janes married. and she goes all out of her wife. buys her like a 3dozen bouquet of red roses, sets reservations at nice restaurants, makes mary breakfast the morning of. all of that. i dont even know how to go into detail on this because thats just how it is for her, theres not some turmoil for her to work through. she'd also start getting sally some stuff. plushies holding hearts, balloons, sweet things like that. if she had a partner...WELL SHE ALREADY DOES!!!!

if liu knows nina is going to gift him something expensive, he's doing the same. he's going to grab her flowers and maybe some shoes or something he knows she's had her eye on. he wouldn't be really subtle about it, just text her "whats on your wishlist right now" LOLLL... he just appreciates nina's presence (after they get over the jeff situation) and likes having a little sister to spoil. he'd probably send jane a bouquet of flowers with a thank you note, since jane did a lot for him. if he had a partner, it would also be very stereotypical. date plans, picking them up, flowers, etc. he'd LOOOOVE to make one of those big baskets filled to the brim with random shit. would wanna come home and draw a nice bubble bath and have some wine. stuff like that in general...

ben, lulu, ann, and dina wouldnt do anything and wouldnt get a partner. lazari would draw some pictures for her friends! sally will draw something for jane and mary

[possamble]

Followed for the fic but im staying for the correct dunmeshi takes! That Marcille knows shes cute but doesnt understand why is such a good read!

Im curious what you think of Falin, then? Does Falin think herself attractive? I think shes no longer insecure about her blush, but that is a hint that shes though about her physical appearance.

Aha thank you! For Falin... the funny thing is that the makeup comic confirms that, while she was super self-conscious and insecure, she was ADHDing too hard to actually follow through on any kind of beauty care routine no matter how simple.

I think she falls into an experience I've felt is really common amongst ADHD women (and people functionally regarded as female for most of their lives) is just kind of... accepting it? going with the flow? having a few moments where we'll try for a bit then just forget entirely again?

Falin seems pretty unconcerned with her appearance in the canon, and I feel like that comes from a combination of literally not having much awareness of herself most times and a resignation that she'll never be as pretty as people who can be regular about upkeep.

As for what we see of her post-dragon... her new style of clothing clashes with her old wardrobe in really interesting ways to me. Before, she was wearing mostly very baggy clothing, surprisingly gender-neutral healer type stuff. After, she's wearing tight trousers, bustiers/corsets, and shirts with the sleeves rolled up.

Now, that could just be because she's more active now and climbing and clambering with loose clothing is annoying as hell. But in my experience, aversion to tight clothing is usually caused by a certain discomfort with one's body -- for me, the fact that she actually seems to prefer that kind of clothing afterwards implies that she feels comfortable with herself now.

And I think that's a really lovely subversion of the "came back wrong" trope. Falin came back to life as a half-monster, and feels more at home in her own body than she ever did before.

[lee1504]

tyden tyden tyden againn!!

this time it has something to do with barron, maybe in the fight at the arcade aiden gets injured badly and doesnt want tyler to find out so he hides it, and then some comfort/fluff? i dont know mate im out of ideas..

aand i guess im slowly turning your acc to a tyden fan acc with all those fics, sorry for that ╥﹏╥

lol it's okay

Aiden grimaced, looking at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. There was a long cut from the middle of his cheek to his chin from where that stupid Barron sliced him from the pocket knife he had hidden in his pocket.

They were currently at Aiden's house. The five others were either in the living room, relaxing, or the kitchen, looking for snacks. Aiden's mom's makeup cluttered the large counter, along with lotion and hair brushes and a bunch of other products he didn't know the name of.

He pinched his cheek, seeing if he would still bleed. A bit of red peeked from the wound.

"Aiden!" a voice from the other side of the door yelled. Tyler. "How long are you staying in there? Everyone's waiting for you!"

"Almost done," Aiden called. Panicking, he reached for something he knew the name of--concealer. He opened the cap, brushing the makeup on his face quickly. The door opened. He tossed the tube into the bathtub, which fell with a clatter.

Tyler narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "You've been here a long time," he said.

"Did you miss me?" Aiden asked innocently, heart thumping. He flashed a grin.

Tyler rolled his eyes, which then flitted to his face. "What's that?"

"What's what?"

"That. On your face." Tyler leaned closer, inspecting him. Aiden stood still. "What the--are you wearing makeup?"

"No! I--"

Then Tyler started laughing. "You look so stupid." He straightened up. "If you wanted to play dress up, you could've just asked Taylor." Then his eyes widened. "Are you bleeding?" Then, he said, "Wait, you would've lied."

Tyler stepped towards Aiden. "Where are the makeup wipes or whatever? Does your mom have that?"

"What's the difference between normal and makeup wipes?"

"They're--ugh, nevermind." Tyler looked around for a bit, arms crossed. Finally, he reached for what looked like regular wipes, but with a label on it that read: makeup wipes.

"You suck, you know," Tyler commented. He hesitantly reached for Aiden's face. His warm hand cupped his face gently, the other rubbing the concealer off. "Can't even put makeup on right," he muttered. He stopped, staring at his face.

"What?" Aiden said.

"You're bleeding." It wasn't a question.

Aiden jerked his head back, smiling once more. "So? It's not the end of the world. I bleed plenty of times--"

Tyler scowled. "Come here." Without waiting cor his reply, Tyler grabbed Aiden's face, scrubbing now. "So stupid," he muttered. "You have to take care of yourself. You can't always do whatever you want and get hurt."

"I didn't do it on purpose," Aiden snapped. He snatched the wipe from Tyler's hand, turning towards the mirror. "Barron was hiding some knife in the arcade, and--"

"Barron had a knife? Are you serious--"

"Stop interrupting me!" Aiden said. "And of course I'm serious. He got what he deserved when Logan beat him up," he continued bitterly.

The two were quiet for a moment. Aiden could hear Tyler opening and closing a drawer next to him. There came the sound of ripping paper.

"Here," Tyler muttered, holding a bandaid with a smiley face in front of Aiden. "For your face."

"...Thank you." Aiden took it.

[blushydiorrb]

blushydior

getting ready for dream girl summer 🌸🫧

a post on getting through the summer flawlessly as a dream girl <3

getting through summer looks like… basking & glowing in the beautiful sun, traveling, going out with ease, having fun, being messy and more. so let’s begin.

♡ categories: 

what does your ideal summer for this year look like? ideas, moodboards

physical: summer essentials, what to wear, makeup looks, luxuries, summer reads and bucket lists. 

mental: mindset, wellness, reads and bucket list ideas

  ♡ what’s your ideal summer? ♡

you create the definition of dream girl and it can always change. so decide what your mind and body needs. is this a time for healing? or is this a time to be adventurous?

do you see yourself in nature, enjoying the silence after a chaotic winter and spring? or going to parties, hanging out with friends, meeting new people and trying so many new things?

or why not both? 💋

some bucket list ideas:

spend more time outside than on your phone

have a morning routine. don’t lose structure in the day. switch it up for summer and make it fun.

make a list of nice restaurants in the city to try out

plan out picnic dates

buy disposable cameras and have them developed at the end of summer!

go skydiving

go to a fancy hotel bar and leave the place with someone’s number (or many)

go on late night drives!

explore a random city

try out new foods

most important of all: follow your gut. keep your safety your #1 priority.

                         physical

♡ summer essentials

sunscreen duhh, is a must no matter the season, especially for summer.

⤷ apply sunscreen before you go out and reapply ever 2 hours. look for products that are: lightweight & nonsticky, don’t leave a white cast, spf 50++

anything from sol de janeiro ugh <3

waterproof jewelry

sunglasses

sea salt spray

shimmer body oil

after sun care

your signature scent for summer (scent recommendations below)

pack light and smart with makeup if you’re one to touch up: lipstick (can be used for your eyes and cheeks also), eyeliner, etc.

hair clips/ties

qtips for makeup smudges

mini fan to cool down

small wallet

have fun and unplug but if it’s a must, carry a portable charger if you didn’t charge it in the car or before you left the house.

tissues (for sweat, blotches)

♡ outfit essentials

sundresses

mini !! skirts !!

mules

bikini tops as regular tops

gold hoop earrings

silk scarves

flowy bottoms, skirts, dresses

a cute cover up

patterns

mini bag

backless tops

                         beauty

♡ warmer weather calls for natural, glowy looks

the sun is out so it’s only natural for me to want to glow when the sun is hitting my face and body ♡ i love to really highlight my highest points.

applying subtle gold shimmer on your eyelids

lipgloss!

preferably one that is hydrating, slightly pigmented to bring out the colors in your lips & glowy. not sticky. my recommendation is the dior lip glow stick.

highlighter

my favorite is mac’s strobe highlighter in peachlite. it honestly gives my skin such a beautiful and subtle pink glow to my face!! i love applying it before my makeup.

⤷ don’t forget your collarbones and shoulders.

there is nothing else that makes me feel like a radiating goddess walking down the street when i put highlighter on my body.

⤷ also, layering powder products on top of wet/creamy products make them more pigmented! this is why you see some people wet their eyeshadow brushes before dipping them into the product ♡

blushed & flushed or nothing!

who doesn’t love a good blushed face during the summer? just because your blush is visible doesnt mean you’re wearing too much!!!! own it!!

have fun with subtle pops of color 💋

it doesn’t have to be too crazy. keep it simple.

ideas can be:

- two toned eyeshadows

- colorful winged eyeliners

- a bold lip

nails ♡

- fun & bright colors like orange & blue

- if you want to keep it simple: french tips, nudes!

♡ summer scent recommendations

marc jacobs perfect

delina - de marly

le labo thé noir 29

chanel chance

replica beachwalk & bubble bath

tom ford soleil blanc, lost cherry, neroli portofino, bitter peach

good chemistry coco blush

victoria secret bombshell beach

ariana grande - sweet like candy

solinotes cherry blossom

              for the mind & soul

♡ summer reads

nothing better than a good summer read. here are some recommendations!

my year of rest and relaxation - ottessa moshfegh

it happened one summer - tessa bailey

hook, line, and sinker - tessa bailey

beach read by emily henry

people we meet on vacation by emily henry

book lovers by emily henry

one hot italian summer - karina halle

malibu rising - taylor jenkins reid

every summer after by carley fortune

the wedding crasher by mia sosa

twisted series - ana huang (twisted love, twisted games, twisted hate, twisted lies)

birthday girl - penelope douglas

love & gelato - jenna evans welch

one italian summer - rebecca serle

hands down - mariana zapata

better than the movies - lynn painter

- have fun. kisses from blushydior ♡

[marcothephoenixhusband]

DJ Cam Girl

Marco X F!Reader

AU Modern Day

🔞18+ NSFW Like One Scene

Inspired by Suckerpunch the movie but with a twist~♡

I never said I was good at writing...

This is the short story from my poll.

Characters: Marco, Ace, Law, Baby Five, Doflamingo

Neighbors and Best Friend, to Girlfriend, to Proposal

You started being a online DJ Cam four years ago going on five years when you moved into your apartment. Little did you know who was watching you. You try to hide the fact that your a DJ Cam girl but eventually Marco figures it out and someone else too. You also work at a high class club as a cage dancer with Baby Five run by Doflamingo named Blue.

~

Setting up your turntables you get ready for a mix set after dancing in a cage at your work in a highclass club/bar called Blue. To be clear your just a dancer. There is a dress code but you pick what you wear everyday. Your in your big room and turn on your camera then set up Tweet a streaming service.

"Hello everyone its so nice to see you all again! Hi my OGs Kiwi, Robot, Slick, Blue Phoenix! And hello to my new subscribers!~ Im gonna start with S&M - ayesha erotica (mashup) by iiblxssom_angelx" as you mix songs skillfully together you mix into Slayyyter - Stupid Boy (ft. Ashnikko, Ayesha Erotica, Big Freedia) [mashup] by dogbby07 while dancing erotically for the camera. After the session you say

"I hope you all liked this mix session thanks for watching I hope you all have a good night or day wherever you may be thank you for the donations and subs~♡" you end the stream then big sigh and go change into a t shirt and shorts then put away your turntables taking off your wig and putting it away. Then you hear a knock at your door so you go to your hallway, unlock and open your door to see your neighbor, apartment two and your apartment three, Marco Phoenix who is hot and a doctor. You crack the door and say

"Hey Marco whatsup?" He looks at your attire your dressed in shorts and a tshirt no shoes.

"Have you seen the news (n)? Yoi" he asks politely and you shake your head no

"No I havent I dont even have a tv remember? Why? Whatsup man?" You ask as you walk into the hall to talk.

"Well apparently theres a serial killer on the loose. I figured id let you know since you know your a woman living alone Yoi."

He replys.

"Oh shittt ugh who this serial killer after?" Asking you cock your head to the side as you cross your arms.

"Well their calling him the Cam Girl Killer right now. Just thought I should let you know since I know you live alone Yoi"

"Well dam thanks Marco ill have to buy a taser or something. Why is it that serial killers only go after women? Fuckin weird right?" You say as he shrugs

"Well most likely because women are easier targets but if anything does happen just yell my name and ill come out. Yoi" he says and you retort.

"I hope it doesnt come to that Marco.. thanks for letting me know since I work nine pm - five am everyday. They say having a regular schedule is bad. That serial killers like that to stalk their prey. But I dont have any control over that my boss Doflamingo is super strict." He raises an eyebrow as he says

"Well just be extra wary okay. Id hate for anything to happen to you. Do you want to hang out tonight or no? Yoi" he asks as you say

"Hmm sure just give me a minute to wipe my makeup off and ill be over in a few." You see him smile and nod

"Okay see you in a few (n)" as you both enter your apartments and you go clean your face. Thats Marco for you always caring and sweet. Your best friend but you never invite him over because Cam girls have a stigma against them. Of course you have a big fat crush on him too. Youve known him ever since you moved into your apartment. Going on five years now. After you wipe your makeup off and you grab your lanyard with your keys on it exit your apartment and lock up. Then knock on Marcos door as he opens it revealing a happy smiling Marco. He looks at you as he lets you walk in placing your shoes on his shoe rack.

"So what you thinking for tonight?" You ask him as he goes to his wine rack grabbing two glasses pouring some wine into each glass then going over to you handing you a glass. You sitting on his couch.

"How about some uno? Yoi" he says as you take it and take a sip.

"Thanks Marco and are you sure about that? You know im competitive haha" you laugh as he smiles and says

"Its no worries haha you know I dont mind Yoi" he retorts as you say

"Okay well we need some music then not tv this time"

"Okay okay there is this one woman I follow on Tweet she does cam DJing here ill put her on.

"Ouu you have taste in music? I never knew I cant wait" you say teasing and giggling then he turns on the DJ and you hear your set, eyes widening slightly as you realize he listens to you. You had tried to hide it.

'Does he know its me? No way I wear wigs and wear different clothes for my sets and work. Does he know where I work? Probably not hes not the type to go to clubs right?'

"Okay are you ready to get mad (n)? (N)? Hellooo? Yoi"

"Oh yea sorry spaced out haha" you laugh and say

"Im totally taking you down and shes hella tight I love this music!"

"Ya I love this music now. I discovered her a couple years ago her name is SlayStar on Tweet stream. I used to not like this kinda music but it grew on me. Yoi" he says as you take a big gulp of wine.

'Okay so it seems he doesnt know in fact no one should know besides my gurl friend Rizza who lives in another state. Thank fuck the walls are super insulated in these apartments. I mean we all pay a high price to live here' you think as he starts shuffling the deck and you move with the beat.

"I fuckin love this song!" Marco chuckles and says

"My favorite parts coming up. Okay lets start cutie Yoi"

'Hmm cutie? Does he like me too? Maybe hes just a flirt?' You think as you both play uno until he wins which was two hours later.

"Fuckk mann you win okay I guess I admit defeat tonight" you giggle as you feel a bit tipsy.

"I should go its getting late and I have work tonight" he nods and says

"Yea you should drink some water dont want a hangover tonight at work do you? And you shouldnt drink so much before work. Yoi" you point at him laughing.

"Your funny Marco you gave it to me. Silly im only a little tipsy" you say and stand swaying a bit as you head to the door as he crosses his arms and gives you a look.

"Uh huh you sure about that? Yoi" he says as you say

"Okay Mr. Phoenix I promise to drownd myself in water when I get in my apartment. Better?" You get on your shoes as he opens and holds the door open for you, him watching you go to your apartment unlock it then say loudly

"Ill get you next time Marco!"

"Ya ya suree now drink some water (n). Yoi" he says as you give him a thumbs up and go into your apartment locking the door. You get dressed and do your makeup then put on your trench coat so noone thinks your a hooker. After your completely ready you call an Uber and wait inside the locked lobby door for your ride. Once you get to work you clock in as Doflamingo or Dofo for short comes into the dressing room.

"Allright everyone do touch ups then go shake your asses out there!" He says loudly then heads out to the front of house greeting big spenders. It was a busy night and the night DJ was pumping up the jams. You look at Baby Five who looks peppy tonight.

"Hey Baby Five why are you so peppy?"

"Well I got together with this new guy and he totally needs me!" She sqeals in happiness.

"Well as long as your happy" you say finally ready and go out to be let into your cage. Your wearing pvc bralette with straps snaking around your curves, booty shorts and thigh high boots.

~Weeks Later One Night At Work~

"Erotica just quit so I need you to change your shift (N). Nine am to five pm since your my most experienced dancer. I need you for the day time audience start working on singing. Ironically weve been lacking lately anyways due to her anyways so I need you to bring the crowd back" Mr. Doflamingo says and you nod.

"So when do I start?" You question.

"Tomorrow we need a pick up in traffic pronto." He says as you nod. You call an uber home as your shift ended. Once home you pass out.

~Once Your Alarm Rings~

You hear it but dont want to get up. A couple minutes pass and you decide youd like to keep your job and apartment. Getting ready you drink and eat breakfast then shower dry off and get dressed. Doing your makeup you put on your trench coat and grab your phone and keys and purse. Walking out of your apartment you hear and see Marco locking up his apartment.

"Morning Marco!" You say as he turns around seemingly surprised.

"Hey (n) why are you up so early? Yoi"

"Doflamingo my boss switched my schedule for a day shift since a girl quit *yawns* im so tired. Now my schedule is nine am to five pm now" You reply and he nods

"Well look at that, now I dont have to worry as much. Guess ill see you at five pm Yoi" he chuckles and smiles in his casual attire his muscles defined almost popping out through his shirt.

"Okay sounds good~"

'Hes not going to work today I wonder where hes going? Ahh he fills out that shirt perfectly' You think looking at his backside. You both walk to the lobby as you had called an Uber in your apartment. Walking out you part ways with Marco and you go to work. In the changing room in the back of house you do touch ups then go to the cage.

~Nearing The End Of Your Shift~

You hear more customers come in as your party at your table left and the table had just been cleaned. It didnt mean you could just stand there though your job was to dance. You see three men slide into your booth as your in the cage then recognize one of them, but the dancers arnt allowed to talk to customers unless they order the sing a long package. There was huge led screen tvs for the dancers to see the song lyrics to sing a long and dance too. He looks at you shocked

"(N)? Yoi" Marco and you make eye contact as you continue to dance you both blush red as he becomes fidgety.

"I can explain, later though! Yoi" He waves his hands in front of himself as he sinks into the booth which didnt do much since he is six foot eight. The other two men raise their eyebrows

"So this is the famous (n) we hear about all the time? Shes pretty I can see why you like her Marco" The man in the middle asks Marco as Marco blushes

'He talks about me to others?? Intresting. Like me? Like how though? As friends or like like?' You think as you dance.

"I never knew she worked here before now. Yoi" you hear Marco say which stings your chest.

"Well im ordering the sing along since it is MY birthday"

'Great ill have to suck up my pride and grit this. I still have two more hours on the clock. Im so embarrassed that Marco is seeing me like this' your dressed in velvet booty shorts, a velvet bralette with extra straps thigh high pvc boots and jewelry with your (C) (L) hair up.

"Whyd you have to drag us to a place like this Ace? Ya" the guy on Aces left from your view said. Another painful sting to your chest.

"Ah come on Law dont be a buzzkill lets drink! And I like Blue its not a strip club but more high class especially for you refined gentlemen haha" Ace says to the man on his left a presses the sing a long button on the table. Suddenly you hear your boss Dofo come up to you and give you a headset while talking to the three men.

"Hello Ace nice to see you again. Nice to see you brought friends too. Now this one here came from the night shift she doesnt sing much but let me know if there are any problems." Dofo says as Ace responds.

"Hey Dofo wheres Erotica? She is so good. I came cause todays my birthday I wanted to see her but (n) is okay too"

'Im just okay too?! Ill show this cocky brat I bet hes younger than me anyways' you think angrily as you have a smile on your face because youd loose your job otherwise.

"Unfortunately Erotica left the club but (n) is one of our most experienced dancers so your in good hands. Ill get your regular bottle tab going" Dofo says while taking Aces, Laws, and Marcos credit cards.

"Hello all you sexy men please push which song youd like to hear and ill sing it for you" you say. What no one knew was that you DID sing just not at work until now. Ace tried at every attempt to flirt with you and you noticed Marco looked slightly upset.

Ace chose a song which was

Britney Spears - Gimme More (bass boosted) As you skillfully sing and dance erotically they all take shots and drink what you assumed was votka. Marco ordered the most drinks then it was Law then Ace. After awhile of only Ace picking songs he says

"Come on you two pick some songs im paying for the sing a long anyways!" Ace says obviously tipsy as the other two seem to hold their liquor. Law picks timbaland - give it to me ft. Nelly furtado, justin timberlake (sped up) then the other two men are peer pressuring Marco into picking a song. He picks S&M - ayesha erotica (mashup) to which you kinda couldnt help but meet his eyes during the song. Which was also part of your job but you also couldnt help your blush throughout the entire song.

"Awe look shes blushing! I think she likes you Marco!" Ace notices as he talks with the two men.

"Ace quit embarrassing me. You should respect places you go to. Yoi" Marco says

"Even I know you dont shit where you eat. She is very skillful ill admit. Ya" Law says as hes eyeing you. Now all attention was on you as they passed the control pad around picking songs. Eventually your off the clock but you knew you couldnt stop dancing and singing as long as there was a party at your table and until Dofo came to unlock your cage. Marco looked at his rolex watch then says to the two men.

"I think its time to go its five pm weve been here for two hours. Yoi"

'Thank god I told Marco my schedule this morning but now things are probably gonna be weird between us or actually maybe not???' you think as the men reluctantly agreed with Marco. Dofo finally came around opening your cage when Ace asked for the tab. You overhear Ace say

"Hey Dofo you need to keep (N) on this shift ill definitely come back!" You enter the dressing room and wrap yourself up in your (c) trench coat, grab your purse, put on your sunglasses then walk outside. You were about to call an Uber when you hear

"(N)! Heyy you were great! Dont worry I told Dofo you were great too! Its nice to finally meet you!" Ace yells as he holds his hand out to shake yours. As you shake his hand you say

"Its nice to meet you too Ace and Law what do you mean finally?" you say shaking Laws hand now.

"Well Marco here talks about you all the time!" Ace says gently punching him in the arm while smiling as Marco blushes slightly.

"Ahh okay so how do you both know Marco?" You question as Marco says

"Ace is a nurse practitioner and Law is a surgeon at my hospital. Today is Aces twenty third birthday so he drug us out here. I didnt know he was a regular at Blue. Yoi" you nod

"You dont own the hospital Marco even if you are the number one doctor there" Ace says

"Ahh I see... well I should really get home and change"

"I should be getting home too. Ill call us an Uber Yoi" Marco says as you were about to stop him but let him call.

'He talks about me all the time??' You think.

"I better go home too Ya" Law says as he walks off in the opposite direction of your apartment down the sidewalk.

"Okay itll be a couple minutes theres a Uber coming for us. Happy Birthday Ace but were going home, take an Uber home okay? Yoi" Marco says as Ace nods and says

"Ya ya I know im tipsy dont worry I wont drive home! Dont be too naughty you kids" Ace says, and winks as he pulls out his phone calling an uber as your uber arrives you both say goodbye to Ace and get in. The ride home was uneventful you both blushed to embarrassed to say anything. Once in the lobby you both say at the same time

"I didnt know-"

"Sorry about them- Yoi"

"You go first" you both say the same thing.

"Please go first Yoi" Marco says as you say

"I didnt know Ace was a regular either. Ive always been on the night shift when the club is packed so theres no need for the dancers to sing since we have a night DJ." Marco nods and replys

"Sorry about them today I didnt know you worked there. Not that theres anything wrong with working there. What I mean is I hope this doesnt get inbetween us. Yoi" Marco says nervously as you say

"Dont worry Marco its just a job someone has to do it plus it pays really well your fine handsome" he nods and blushes at your comment and then let a silence grow inbetween you two before saying

"Haha I dont suppose you want to hang out after this? Yoi" Marco chuckles nervously as you raise an eyebrow.

"Sure sounds good just dont tell anyone where I work" you say sternly and Marco says

"I wont but Ace is another story. Yoi" you facepalm.

"Okay well let me go change and wipe off this makeup then ill be over Marco" you say and he nods

"Okay see you soon. Yoi" you both unlock and walk into your apartments, and you get ready. Once ready you grab your keys, lock your apartment and knock on Marcos door. You wearing a tshirt and shorts like usual. The door opens and you walk in under his arm since he is six foot eight leaving a whole head off of you. Going to his couch and ploping down you ask

"Sooo whatcha wanna do?" He pours two glasses of wine as usual and hands you a glass. Taking a gulp you ask

"Shouldnt you I dont know drink some water? Arnt you tipsy at all?" He glances at you and answers

"I drink socially besides it wasnt alot for me at the club. Ill be fine no need to worry. I dont really get tipsy im a heavy weight. Yoi" he smiles at you as you take another gulp of wine and you nod.

"I figured we could finish that uno game from last night. Yoi" he says and turns on the TV. Its showing the news as something cetches your eyes on screen.

"Wait turn it up Marco." Which he obeys and turns the volume up

"The Cam Girl Killer strikes again on Rose St. in.....last night...." the TV reporter says.

"Rose St. Is right down the road Marco" you state as he sips his wine and turns the channel to MTV Music.

"Im sure youll be fine as long as you keep your daytime schedule. Yoi" he tries to calm you. You take another big gulp of wine. He shuffles the deck and places the cards out on his glass table in front of his couch.

"Marco im a-" you stop yourself as you realize

'No I cant tell him not after today! Bad (N)' you think and he raises an eyebrow.

"No nevermind lets play your going down this time!" After you lost again your on your third glass of wine and Marco cuts you off.

"Alright thats enough wine for you cutie. Yoi" he winks at you and puts the bottle away then sits back on the couch a bit closer to you this time. Hes close enough for you to lean on so you do in your inebriated state, as you both blush he picks up his arm and wraps it around your shoulder, you leaning on his chest now.

"This feels nice~" you whisper but loud enough for him to hear.

"I agree. Yoi" he chuckles slightly as you listen to his heart rate raise. As you finish your third glass of wine your tipsy now and look up to Marco who looks down at you, making you both blush. Completely forgetting the TV was on.

"(N) I...I..... well.. let me just show you.. Yoi" he says as he suddenly tilts your chin upward with his fingers gently and leans down meeting your lips. Reciprocating you kiss back then use your tounge as he uses his flicking yours. He seems shocked you have a tounge bar. Eventually breaking for air he says

"(N) How was it cutie? Yoi" feeling bold with liquid courage you ask

"It felt awesome Marco can I have more? Hehe" Your a blushing mess and he knows this because its so obvious.

"Sure. Yoi" he slides you onto his lap so its easier to kiss him, you feeling his bulge making you blush hard but hes also blushing. You raise your hands to his cheeks, stuble, lean up as he leans down lips meeting in the middle. First it was a kiss then it turned into making out which became more rough. Soon you both were moaning in eachothers mouths as your hands went through his hair. Finally breaking for air you were both panting slightly as you felt his cock twitch in his pants under you.

"Listen (N) I have to admit I really like you. But I dont want to mess things up between us. Yoi" he says while you brush through his hair making him shiver slightly. Your blush deepens and he noticed as you reply

"I really like you too Marco, actually I like you alot okay" you admit as he seems shocked.

"Are you ... alright to make these decisions? You are definitely tipsy. Yoi" he says sounding concerned.

"I may be tipsy but ive liked you for years now Mr. Phoenix. Im glad you made a move." You say poking his nose as he chuckles.

"Really now well ive liked you for years now too. Yoi" he says then pecks your lips again noses close together. He seems hesitant about something but says

"(N) weve known eachother for years, since I like you, and you like me .... would you please be my girlfriend? Yoi" he looks you in the eyes.

"Hehe your so cute when your nervous. Of course id love to be your girlfriend Marco" saying then kissing him making out as he nips at your tounge making his cock harder. You could feel how wet your pussy was becoming with every slight movement. You both moaning as you unbutton a couple buttons on his shirt. He starts to get the drift as he breaks for air and asks

"Are you sure about this? You dont know who your messing with. Your tipsy as well. Yoi" he teases and chuckles.

"Oh im sure Marco and Im okay dont worry." you lick his neck and nip at it making him moan off gaurd. As you unbutton the rest of his shirt to reveal his abs and manly chest making you blush hard making him notice.

"See something you like? Yoi" he chuckles as he has a small blush on his face as he gently rims the bottom of your shirt seemingly unsure. MTV starts playing Ayesha erotica - Luxurious (Remix) by clouds.s0ftt You grab his hands and lead him to pull your shirt off revealing your bra.

"Marco do you know how hot you are or are you clueless?" Taken aback he says

"I work out if thats what you mean. Yoi"

"Being modest is so hot too you know" you kiss him making out, moaning as he grabs you bridal style stands and goes to his room laying you on the bed him unbuttoning his pants dropping them as you take off your shorts flinging them on the floor. Then him going to you he takes off your bra with one hand as the other slides off your panties you moaning.

"Oh wow nipple piercings too your always full of surprises (n) Yoi"

"Ouu Marco~ and yes nipple piercings" you slide off his boxers and jump off the bed kneeling down, he watchs you

"What are you- Yoi!" You take in his ten inch cock in your mouth and he moans out

"Ahh (n)! Yoi" swirling around his mushroom head you lick under his crevasse making him grip the bed.

"Fuckkk!!! Your so good at that!! Yoi" he moans out as you rib the bottom of his cock with your tounge bar making him moan your name

"(N)!! Yess!! Yoi" him gripping the sheets as you go deeper and deeper going in and out sucking while moaning on his cock making vibrations which made his cock twitch. After some time of deep throating him, him moaning your name he says

"God (N) your- your gonna make me cum!!" He yells as you mumble something but dont stop as your in the zone going in and out as fast as you can while sucking and slurping his cock. His cock stiffens and you could tell he was going to cum but he was trying to hold back.

"(N) you dont have to- Yoi" a couple more thrusts and

"Fuck your making me cum!!! Yoi" finally he releases his hot load down your throat as you swallow and slurp up your saliva thrusting through his high then gradually slowing to a stop. Suddenly your being picked up and thrown on the bed detaching your mouth from his dick with a *pop* sound.

"Your in for it now cutie. Yoi" he spreads your legs with his elbows and goes down on you

"Marco what are yo-!!! Ohh!!!" He licks your folds as he slurps up you wetness making you moan out

"Ahh yess Marco!!! That feels so good!!" He rubs your button with one hand as he sticks his tounge into your entrance making you moan loudly.

"Fuckk!! Handsome!!" He slurps and presses your ridges with his tounge getting you very close.

"Fuckk Marco your gonna- gonna make me cum!!" Him rubbing, sucking and moaning into your throbbing cunt sends you over the edge.

"Ahh!! Ma-arco im- im cumming!!" You feel your juices leaking out as he sucks them up through your high. Once finished he comes up wiping his face and crawls ontop of you both of you panting hard as no words are needed to know what eachother wants from the other. He adjusts his precuming cock at your entrance and slides in his tip making you gasp. Kissing you, making out he starts to thrust, inch by inch slowly going deeper with every thrust stretching you out as you both moan into eachothers mouths. Once he hits your back wall you moan loudly as you both break for air huffing. He starts thrusting deeper and harder trying to find your g spot. He finds it quickly, surprising you making you moan loud

"Fuckk!! Yes Marco!! Right there!!" He smiles at your lewd face and continues pumping

"Youve been such a good girl so ill reward you!! Yoi" you snake your arms around his neck running your hand through his hair as you continuously moan out his name.

"Yess!! Marco!!! After about ten minutes

"Aghh!! Marco im gonna cum!!"

"Cum baby girl cum on my cock!! Yoi" he moans out panting as he picks up speed and going harder. A couple more thrusts and

"Fuckk im cumming Marco!!!" Tears form in your eyes as your nails dig into his shoulders as he continues thrusting through your sex high.

"Marco feels so good!!"

"Its all for you (N)!! Im getting close cutie where should I cum? Yoi" a couple more thrusts and your seeing spots

"Um cum in me Marco!!"

"I dont want to get your pregnant! Yoi"

"Im on birth control!"

"Oh! Allright sexy!! Yoi" he moans as he speeds up from him being slowed down to talk which edged him on. Thrusting harder and faster again into your g spot another hour passes you cuming once more in that time before you feel his cock stiffen

"(N)! Im gonna cum are you- Yoi" you cut him off panting loudly, lewd face

"Im close handsome!!" As he continued thrusting you felt your core build and build until

"Fuckk I couldnt hold it! Im cumming Marco!!" You feel your walls constrict around Marcos cock tightly as he moans out

"Aghh!! Take my hot cum in you (n)!!" Sweat dripping from him onto you as you feel his cum squirting into you as you both moan eachothers names.

"Marco!!"

"(N)!! Yess! Yoi" he moans him pounding through your sex highs as he slowly slows down then eventually stops. Resting his head inbetween your breasts panting you both take time to breath again. Once both of your breathing normalizes he asks

"How was that my precious girlfriend?" Looking you in your eyes as you brush a hand through his hair. The other caresses his cheek as you reply

"Best ive ever had to be honest Marco" he smiles as he clutches you tight making his cock go deep inside you causing you to moan as your legs are twitching wrapped around his torso. You hang onto him as he holds you getting off the bed and headed to his bathroom he turns on the water waiting for it to warm up he rubs your back as you kiss his neck.

"Thank you my handsome boyfriend"

"Of course. Yoi" he says as he kisses your forehead and steps into the shower supporting you.

"Okay I have to pull out now (n)" whining you just nod releasing your grip. He holds your thighs as you slide out and down until hes all the way out and you reach the floor shaking. He holds you close to him as the water cascades down you both, you closing your eyes hugging him.

"Im glad you made a move hehe" you giggle and he smiles.

"Me too. Yoi" he says in a huff. Soon you regain some control of your legs as he soaped you both up then you both rinse off. He turns off the shower and grabs two towels one for you and one for him. As you dry off your (L) hair he seems to already be dried off. You watch him grab both your clothes and hands you yours as you hand him your towel you get dressed in your panties, bra, shorts, and t shirt.

"Whew how long was that?" You ask as your legs shake still, while you wobble to the living room and plop down on the couch.

"About three and a half hours. Yoi" he yells from the bathroom. He comes out dressed in different casual pants but no shirt. You blush

"How are you cutie? Yoi" he asks you. You giggle and say

"Im great its hard to walk but how about you?"

"Im doing great too sexy. Yoi" he comes round the table to sit close to you as you cuddle his side he wraps his arm around your shoulder.

~Three Months Later~

Dofo made your schedule permanent since you were bringing in more customers for the day time shift. Ace was one of those customers who loved coming in on his days off specifically requesting you when he comes in. Youve gained more of a following on Tweet too. You had a green screen up in your studio living room to prevent anyone from knowing where you live. You adjusted your set times to at night after "hanging out" with Marco. The Cam Girl Killer struck two more times over the months. You and Marco have been actually hanging out more frequently now that youve adjusted to your new schedule which happens to be Marcos schedule too. You have a healthy sex life. One day Doflamingo said youd have to take over Baby Fives shift at night the next night. You text Marco that you have to fill in for Baby Five.

(N) <Hey babe I have to cover for Baby Five tonight we wont be able to hang out>

Marco <All right just be careful. Ill stay up tonight>

(N) <No please sleep. Ill get in around five am thats so early>

Marco <Then ill wake up around that time. Im gonna do what im gonna do dont worry about me. I just need you to be safe>

(N) <Allright dear goodnight>

Marco <goodnight cutie be safe>

(N) <I will be handsome>

~After Work Covering For Baby Five~

You call an Uber to go home. As you walk into the lobby the door closes. You walk and open your apartment. You feel someone behind you. Instinctively you turn around and dodge a knife that a masked man dressed in a delivery uniform for UPS thrusted at you.

"Marco!!! Help!!!" Yelling at the top of your lungs you grab your taser and aim at his neck as he thrusts again you not seeing where it landed. You connect with his neck as Marco runs out of his apartment with only pants on and a baseball bat. He sees you against the wall and the perpetrator convulsing standing as you keep the taser on his neck.

"(N)! You can let go now hes done! Yoi" you let go of the button and drop the taser in your bag while Marco calls the police. The man falls to the floor. Then you feel faint as you feel Marco cetch you. You passing out.

~A Day Later In The Afternoon~

Flickering your eyes open you hear a HBM rise in BPMs and a familiar voice saying.

"Marco shes awake!" You try sitting up seeing your in the hospital but you hear.

"Hey lay down. Dont sit up yet let me get the bed for you. Yoi" you see Marco come into your room and you obey him laying back down as he adjusts the electric bed to sit you up while your laying on it.

"What am I doing here Marco?" You question as he calls on his phone

"Hello yes this is Marco Phoenix (N) (L)s awake now yes come now okay bye Yoi *click*"

Cocking your head to the side you feel a dull pain in your side as you realize youve been changed into a hospital gown.

"Marco" you say as he directs his attention to you now.

"(N) do you remember what all happened? You were stabbed by the Cam Girl Killer. Law said it was a miracle the knife didnt cut through your organs. Hes the one who did your surgery. Yoi" he says as it all comes rushing back.

"I was coming home from having to cover for Baby Five and the delivery guy thrusted a knife at me so I tased him then you came out and it all goes black from there on." You explain to Marco as he nods.

"I just called the police they wanted to talk with you since they caught the Cam Girl Killer because of you. And I called for an ambulance yesterday for you by the way. Yoi" Marco says.

~Once The Police Arrive~

"Hello miss (N) (L) could you tell us what happened?" The police and a detective asks as you explain your SlayStar on Tweet a Cam DJ, Marco doesnt seem fazed. Then explain the events as they unfolded. Marco is released to go see other patients as you finish with the police. Eventually Marco makes his way back to you.

"Hey Marco when can I go home?" He looks at you then says

"Ill get you discharged soon okay. Dont go anywhere cutie Yoi" he says then dissapears out the door.

'Haha dont go anywhere? Like I can barely move anyways haha'

You blush red as Ace comes in with a bag of your things and paperwork for you to sign.

"Woah why are you blushing? Or are you just happy to see me? Haha So tell me (N).... is it true your SlayStar?!" He blurts out as your face says it all.

"Oh shut it Ace!"

"Haha you are thats awesome! I know a famous person now!" Ace blurts out as Marco comes back in and says

"Ace stop harassing her and keep it quiet she probably doesnt want anyone else to know Yoi" Marco says as he undoes all your cords.

He addresses you

"(N) you all set you can get changed now. I hope you dont mind but I brought you some clothes from your apartment so you dont have to wear your work clothes. I put your key back on your lanyard. Yoi" Ace snickers as Marco explains.

"Thank you handsome" you say greatfuly.

"Ouu wait are you two like a thing now?" Ace asks as you and Marco blush looking at Ace.

"Oh man you are thats awesome! Congrats guys!" Ace exclaims.

"Anyways (N) I told Doflamingo about your situation so dont worry about it he says your job is secure just to get better quick dammit that hes taking this out of your sick pay." Ace explains.

"Thanks Ace it means a lot."

"Come on Ace let her change. (N) be careful of your wound. Ill help you change the bandages when they need changing. Ill see you tonight we have things to talk about" Marco says as you nod and gulp.

'Did I just ruin our relationship by omitting the truth that im SlayStar?' You think as Marco and Ace leave closing the door. You slide your legs out, sit up carefully and stand with some effort. Getting the hospital gown off you see gauze and tape on your abdomen with some blood spots in the gauze.

"Shit" you say and get dressed in black denim shorts and a t shirt.

'Wait Marco must have found out im SlayStar first when he went into my apartment fuck Im gonna have to apologize to him' you think as you put on your black sneakers which you wore to your work when you covered for Baby Five.

'Thank god I didnt wear my thigh high boots that night' thinking as you get your phone and lanyard out wrapping it around your neck.

'At least I have battery left in my phone to call an Uber. What?! Its three pm in the afternoon well at least Marco will get off soon. Who checked me in here? Probably Marco I mean he is my boyfriend.' You grab your bag which had your purse and work clothes in it and head out of the room. Walking outside you call an Uber home. Once home you eat and drink some water then lay in bed for a couple hours until you hear a knock at your door. Slowly getting up you unlock the door and open the door wide revealing

"Hello beautiful. Yoi" Marco says poking your nose as you giggle and open your door wide swinging your arm out gesturing for him to come in.

"Whats this? Am I finally being invited into your apartment? Yoi" he chuckles and pets your head as he walks in taking off his shoes putting them next to yours. You close and lock your door as you go to your bedroom feeling Marco following you. You lay down as Marco lays next to you. Looking into each others eyes he says

"So when were you gonna tell me? Yoi" you blush and think before speaking

"I didnt want to lie to you... you know the stigma against cam girls... I was gonna tell you eventually..... im so sorry Marco. I understand if you want to breaku-" you were cut off by his lips on yours. After a soild couple minutes of kissing you both break off.

"Dont even think that (n) I dont want to breakup thats not what I meant when I said we need to talk. Yoi" he says and cups your cheek.

"Then what did you want to talk about handsome?" You ask as you gently turn over on your side more facing him.

"Well for one youve been hiding half your life from me for over four years... let me inside (n) I want to be apart of your life like your apart of mine. Yoi" he says then removes his hand from your face.

"Okay handsome come with me" you say getting up and headed to the living room, him following you, which you converted into a studio but it still had a couch at least. You go to the kitchen and the fridge getting two Dr. peppers then set them on your desk as you set up your turntables chose and put on a wig. Doing your makeup quickly. And change clothes into a comfy DJ outfit. Marco grabs a Dr. Pepper opens it and sits on the couch watching you. You turn on your computer and start up Tweet.

"Hello everyone im back at it!"

<your in the news>

Slick

<ya check channel nine>

Kiwi

<I love your sets>

Robot

<I love you>

Blue Phoenix

<Is it true you you were stabbed its all over the news>

Frog69

<Heya>

Surgeon of Death

<Whatsup>

Fire Fist

"Here lemme check real quick" you check the Yourtube really quick and see the subtitles saying

[Popular Tweet Star SlayStar was stabbed but survived the Cam Girl Serial Killer.... the killer has been captured...]

"Ya wow I am in the news, and thank you my OG Robot and Blue Phoenix I love you too awe! And yes I was stabbed but it missed my organs. Hi Surgeon of Death and whatsup Fire Fist"

'Surgeon of Death must be Law and Fire Fist must be Ace' you think. You look at Marco who was smiling on his phone then clicked it and set it down.

'So hes Blue Phoenix well makes sense'

"Anyways im gonna start with Lizzo - About Damn Time" you start skillfully mixing that song with Ed Sheeran - Shivers then continue and eventually end with Ed Sheeran - Shape of You.

"Whew how was this set guys? I hope good. Ive been feeling inspired lately" you glance at Marco whose staring at you work sipping his Dr. Pepper.

<night>

Kiwi

<Hope you feel better>

Robot

<ya hope your allright be careful>

Slick

<Use an ice pack on the wound itll bring down the swelling>

Surgeon of Death

<Awesome set!>

Fire Fist

You look at the chat.

"Night Kiwi, thanks Robot, ya right Slick, thanks Surgeon of Death ill do that, thanks Fire Fist okay ima call it a night thanks to all my subs and viewers~♡ I hope you have a good day or night where ever you may be goodnight" *click* you end the stream and open your Dr. Pepper sipping it as you take off your wig and change your clothes. Then you use a makeup wipe to take your makeup off throw it away and break down your turntables.

"You did wonderful (N)~ Yoi" You hear Marco say. You make him some udon which he happily accepted. After he finished you put the bowl and fork in the sink and say

"Come on I wanna cuddle my boyfriend. Do you work tomorrow?" You question as he follows you to bed.

"No I dont im free and I know you dont work tomorrow so we can cuddle all night babe. Yoi"

"Oh but first let me go grab some stuff youll need. Law may have done a great job stitching you up but youll still need to heal. Yoi" he says then heads out of your apartment. After a couple minutes you hear the door and it lock as Marco rounds the corner of the hallway headed to your bed and lays some medical bandages, gauze, and tape out on the bed.

"Here come lay down flat. Yoi" you hear Marco say and you obey as your flat on the bed in front of him now. He changes your bandage as you pick your head up watching him. Then he tapes the gauze in place and goes and throws away the used bandage then comes back.

"Thanks handsome" you chirp as he puts the rest of the bandages on your nightstand along with his glasses and slides into bed cuddling you gently.

~One Year Later~

At the restaurant Shellfish. You and Marco sat at an outdoor table with a firepit next to you. He had told you to dress up, so your wearing a tight short black dress that shows your curves with matching your black furry pump shoes with a pleather black purse with metal strap.

"You look stunning this afternoon (n). Yoi" Marco says dressed in a grey suit and grey pants and white collared shirt as you blush.

"Awe thank you. Your looking very handsome as well" Smiling at eachother he reaches over on top of the table to hold your hand. You see the waitress come up to you both.

"Welcome to Shellfish what can I get started for you?" Looking at her name tag you could see her name was Sara.

"Ill have an Irish Ale. Yoi" Hearing Marco say as it was your turn next.

"Ill have a Malibu Sunrise thanks" you say as Sara nods then heads inside to get the drink order in.

"Starting strong I see Yoi" You look up to meet Marcos eyes from your menu.

"Huh oh yea well It was a tough day at work." He raises an eyebrow at you as you explain.

"Well I got this four person group of rude guys who kept commenting on my look saying what they would do to me outside of work but they got drunk and left so its whatever" You say as he squeezes your hand.

"You know I support you in your job but I have to say I dislike your clientele. Yoi" He says as Sara comes back with your drinks.

"Thank you. Yoi"

"Your welcome you two. Are we ready to order?" Sara asks. Marco orders his food first as he sees you looking at the menu still hands still intertwined.

"Ill have the steak drizzled in pineapple sauce and diced tomatoes and mushrooms."

"Allright sir and for you miss?" Sara asks.

"Ill have the Ahi tuna roll with a side of rice and lemons please and thank you." she nods writing down your orders then goes to put your orders in.

Making small talk as your waiting for your food he seems antsy.

"Are you alright my love?" He looks like hes been caught thinking about something.

"Ya- ya im fine dear just hungry Yoi" he says rubbing his stomach chuckling. You both continue talking about work when you see Sara come back with food and sets it down backwards. You and Marco just smile and wait for her to leave before swapping plates you giggling. After finishing dinner you sip your Malibu Sunrise finishing it off.

"Thanks for dinner you didnt have to honey~" You coo as he replies

"Anything for my love~ Yoi" He says then stands up and stands in front of you.

"Marco what are yo-" he shushes you then gets down on one knee getting out a small black box, opening it to reveal a sapphire heart ring.

"(N) (L) Would you do me the honor of being my wife? Yoi" Making eye contact with you. Mouth agape your shocked but respond

"Awee Marco id love that yes of course sweety!" You both smile as he slides the ring onto your finger.

"Ah perfect fit" You say as he sits back down and others clap for you both. After Sara comes back with the bill Marco puts his card down after writing up the tip. After leaving the restaurant he calls an Uber while holding your hand.

~At Marcos Apartment Celebrating The Engagement~

"Congratulations guys Im happy for you both Ya" Law says as Marco fills the four glasses with wine.

"Thank you Yoi"

"Thanks Law it means a lot" You say smiling wide just like Marco. Marco hands everyone a glass as Ace says

"Ya congrats you both. So whens the wedding?"

"We just got engaged Ace we dont have a date set yet." You giggle as Ace shrugs.

"I dont know you guys coulda been planning this" he says as Marco explains

"Ace she didnt know I was going to propose she was shocked. Yoi"

"Ahh okay well anyways congrats guys" Ace says and sit on the couch with you and Law leaving space for Marco.

"Hey Marco what do you have planned? Ya" You hear Law ask.

"Were going to play some rounds of Uno."

"Yess!! Your all going down!!" You yell as they all chuckle. Law won the first round then Marco won the second your all on the third round. Its been hours and sipping your drinks.

"No fair I have half the deck!" Ace whines and complains as you, Marco and Law snicker and laugh at Ace. You all have a glass of wine, each on your second glass. Your getting too tipsy by the third glass since you had that drink at the restaurant too and Marco notices.

"Uno!!" you yell laughing evilily as you sway and show one card to them all.

"Heyyy!! Shes cheating guys!" Ace yells as you chuckle evilily.

"No your just bad at this game Ace. Ya" Law says which makes you giggle.

"Hey I am not cheating. S'not my fault you suck at Uno" You snicker while sipping your third glass. Ace just glares at you with a blush on his face mouth open.

"Okay okay thats enough you two. Ace its your turn go. Yoi" Marco chimes in.

"Oh yea well take this (N)!" he yells and slaps down a yellow skip card which makes your mouth hang open, making Ace laughs maniacally. As the time ticks by you had to draw more cards but won the game. Now your all watching TV surfing through channels. After awhile of channel surfing

"Aight I think I better get going guys congrats again" you all hear Ace say as he stands grabbing his phone from the table and head to the door. Then Law gets up grabbing his phone too, following Ace.

"I better get going too my girlfriend is waiting on me. Congratulations you both. Ya" Law says as he opens the door and they both say goodnight and leave. You help Marco clean up the glasses as you down the rest of your glass.

"No more drinking for you. Dont want a hang over tomorrow do you? Yoi" He says while washing the glasses as you dry them.

"But its a special occasion Marcooo" whining you put away the glasses in the cupboard. He chuckles then says

"Ya your right I guess ill have to just take care of you tonight. Yoi" Giggling You wrapped your arms around his waist from behind you kiss his shoulder leaning your head on him as he finishes wiping his hands off.

"Hey let me hug you. Yoi" You release him as he turns around hugging you.

"Can I have cuddles tonight?"

"Of course you can beautiful. Yoi" Letting you go he cleans up the cards then heads to the bedroom too which you follow. Unbuttoning your shorts and sliding them off you slide into his bed as he takes off his shirt goes to the kitchen you hear water running then he comes back and hands you a cup of water. Gulping the water down you set the cup on the nightstand with your phone alarm allready set. Marco slides into bed motioning you to cuddle with him. Sliding over to him you wrap your arm around his waist as he slides his arms under your head and around your waist pulling you closer. Inhaling his scent makes you wet but your too tipsy to initiate anything.

"I love you Marco~ Im glad you chose me."

"Of course my dear. I love you too now get some sleep. Hopefully you wont have a hangover tomorrow. Yoi"

[thedeathwitchescats]

at school witch shit

-necklaces, dangly earrings, bracelets, all of that can be used as a pendulum ((btw, enchanting pendulums is really helpful if your looking for specific information))

-keep all your little spell jars in a small box inside your backpack so they dont get crushed

-you can add sigils onto the tags of clothes if you need a little extra protection

-obviously makeup glanours

-if your school is one of those "all symbols other than the cross are satanic" type schools then do not wear any religious imagery, trust me, it is not worth the trip to alternative or any other punishment they come up with, it is better to just stay in the closet at that point. I get that we should have the right to show our love for the gods or our love for our craft but your safety could be at risk in those situations

-however, if your school is more lenient than that and you can wear other religious imagery freely, then absolutely do that

-if you cant wear spell jars then make a spell oil with the same intent, no one will have any idea

-on that same note, you can add herbs into your perfumes, like if you get a regular old perfume from the store you can put herbs in that, they wont mold ((most perfumes are alcohol based))

-I have a little spell that I use for getting good grades, draw a pentacle/pentagram on your test and say ((out loud or in your head it doesnt matter)) "on this test I take today I will receive no less than a(n) [[whatever grade]]. By earth, wind, fire and sea, so mote it be"

-if you can dye your hair for school, try using color magic. I have my hair pink a lot for self love, and I also dye it green for healing but you can be creative with the colors

[missfingers]

Would u ever post a silly headcanon list for your favorite yakooza blorbo? Or a thtfy char? :)

ty for the question! im pretty bad at headcanon lists tbh - im one of those people whos ideas are very rooted in like. the Plot i guess so its hard to just come up with every day stuff. but i can make a list of stuff thats different with thtfy!majima since his character diverges so much from canon ! hes my meow meow

first of all, cane user obviously. his pain and walking improves throughout the years as his more severe injuries heal but he never really stops using it - he has bad pain days, and on those days he uses his cane, simple as.

he keeps the long hair for a lot longer than in canon - its a sort of fuck you to his abusers, they kept it long to hurt him but now he decides he likes it actually so if he likes how it looks then they cant use it to hurt him. he doesnt go back to the undercut until mid forties, and it isnt a straight away thing - he keeps his hair long on top but gets his undercut back, so he can still wear it in a braid, and eventually when saejima comes back is about where he decides he wants to cut it again

bigender. majima is bigender in canon to me but thtfy majimas a lot more open about casually living as a woman. she Kiiiinda knew before the hole but never really looked into it past doing drag casually, but around kiryu she starts exploring again and realises its deeper than that. its kind of a whole dumb thing - "if i start being serious about this will kiryu-chan get it? will he get all confused since he knows i already transitioned and he'll think i'm just faking it or going back the other way?" meanwhile kiryu sees her wear makeup one (1) singular time and falls in love all over again. he will beat the fuck out of ANYONE who says anything about her - she doesnt want him to really, but its kinda flattering

related to that is majimas fashion in general - he never adopts the mad dog persona so he never has the desire to dress up all insane flashy or anything, just the regular amount of ugly 80s clothes. during the 90s its mainly slacks and patterned shirts when masc and tightfitting fem stuff but once they hit mid thirties and have hisa (ill get to hisa. maybe) they kinda throw in some more casual fem stuff? having hisa makes them more secure in just being casually a mother and not having to Dress Up to be a girl so theres a lot of long flowy skirts, off the shoulder sweaters, crop tops etc

hes a seahorse dad. not being in the yakuza means he finally gets to pursue his dream of actually being a father. makoto is transfem hes transmasc so it works out

if youve ever read way of the househusband .... 30+ thtfy!majima is essentially tatsu the immortal dragon. lot of changes obviously but hes a housewife who still employs a very yakuza ideology to the whole thing. and he LOVES HIS FUCKING WIFE

thats all for now maybe cause this is getting very long but i have a LOT more including hisa, majimas relationship with nishida in this au, morning glory, etc etc :) (send me more asks i lolve more asks eeheheehehehehe)

[smolteabirb]

The dream style CAS challenge by @meksims​

thanks for tagging me @clumsyghostie​ :D 

Rules:

create your simself in cas. Dress your simself in two outfits: (1) your usual everyday style and (2) your dream style / aesthetic. Go nuts with your dream style! you change up your hairstyle, hair color, add some tattoos or piercings, get all the accessories, etc. Create an edit or two (or more), post under the #dream style cas challenge tag, and tag some friends!

I made two of the “ideal me”s bc one outfit could never encompass all of my aesthetic wishes ahaha 🙈 Anyways on the left is the current me, and on the right we have me with better glasses and some items I’d def like to own :3 I’m gonna make a lil disclaimer right now bc I’m def on my way to completing my ✨aesthetic✨ transformation and soon I’ll look exactly how I want :D

Anyways I tag (feel free to ignore) @honeyteasims @wheresbella @castawavy @maplesuns @fierce-trait @lavenderie @dettea @caffeaye @moonhze @pixiegal @eqountl @delicatefrogs @alwayscherryy and whoever wants to do this (also srry to other mutuals I should make a list of ppl I can tag ahaha)

[lunarifie]

Rewatching Ninjago

(with no context other than the episode)

The Tournament of Elements episode 1-2

I don't think we give Jay enough credit for his showmanship from his game show to prime empire.

Wondering if he built the obstacles for his game show

“I'm a ninja. And your wearing makeup.” damn Lloyd, let him do what makes him happy

Why is cole shirtless with an axe cutting lumber that is so unsafe my guy. I get that you wanna show off your abs but still.

It's sad that Jay and Cole got sick of each other bc of smth silly.

Jay was a lot angrier when he mentioned he didn't wanna be on a team with Cole. Cole was a lot, sadder. Idk, smth I noticed.

Nickname 1: green machine

Poor Cole he just wants to be some guy. Later on when the ninja get famous he probably hates that.

I hate Kais fighting ring costume sm.

“It should've been me, not Zane.” shit. Thats a lot of baggage to unpack. Kais need to carry burdens, like being the green ninja and depending on himself, is a real older brother trait I see in him.

How long has it been for Zane statue to already have moss growing on it....

His hawk is still there 🥺

Lloyd really just wants his family back. I've talked about this before but I truly think Lloyd just wants to be around his loved ones and not be alone. Sad how it always seems like he's the one who ends up alone, even now.

The noodle shop was probably the exact moment the ninjago writers decided to give cole the classic ‘i love food’ trait that every character in a slightly comedic show has.

Cole and Kai worked so well as a team here love them sm. Look at them. “I would be careful if I were you, he's not great when he's hangry.” Love them

Cole not knowing fortune cookies have fortunes inside and probably eating paper all his life is fucking hilarious to me

The fact that they can get together after months and still act and joke as if nothing happened. True friendship.

Lloyd is so terrible at lying bless him

Kai after seeing everyones wearing regular clothes: See! I told you wearing our ninja suits was a bad idea.

Hes just like me fr

I like their duffel bags that have their symbols on them.

I'll always be salty that their redesigns don't have their of symbols. It was a nice touch. Especially since they used it once like the Batman signal in the sky.

Garmadon: no room? (kicks a fucking guy off the boat) now theres room.

Best decision to have Garmadon as the main ‘sensei’ in this season. Hes more straightforward than wu and just a better character in general i think writing wise.

What even happens to all the elemental masters after this season. Do they just live their lives? Do we ever see them again?

SEE. THIS IS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT. everytime one of the ninja do something really cool, the other ninjas just fall in love for a second and its great

Why does cole just have his name on the back of his ninja suit doesnt that defeat the whole purpose of the mask and being stealthy 😭

Garmadon: i swore to never return…

Jay: you know, you should never swear. Its a sign of weak verbal skills.

HFJSJTHSNSFJJSNR

Jay probably refuses to swear and says stuff like

Jay: oh fiddlesticks, that really ruffles my feathers

Kai crying: Please just say fuck

Hes just like his parents

Kai (pushes his friends aside): ladies first

He probably bashes on Jay for being a simp and then goes and does this shit bfjsbtjdnr

Master chen must be DECADEs old if he was garmadons sensei. Do the elemental masters has some kind of longer lifespan????

Pretty kabuki woman come out:

Cole: yeah, whatever they are, i don’t like them.

Be who you aaaare for your priiiide

Garmadon: whatever you do. Dont lose focus.

Kai: WHATD HE SAY????

Jay: SOMETHING ABOUT MUCUS.

“Hey! Im kai the master of fire.”

“Im skyler, master of… wouldnt you like to know.”

HFNSJRNJS

love her

They tailored the rooms to all the ninjas wants and desires so im not surprised that lloyds room is more ‘homey’ than the rest

HFNSIFNSJNR WHY DID THIS GUY JUST ATTACK JAY IN HIS BATHROOM HE WAS FULL ASS NAKED DUDE

Nickname 2: hot tamale

I love cole in this he was just so confused and chill.

he just waltzed to the jade blade with a full stomach, almost vomited from spinjitzu, got a stomache cramp, whined when the others took the jade blade from him, gave up, and just found another random blade. Love him sm.

No matter how much Jay says he hates cole i wont forget how happy he was when he saw that cole made it with the jade blade.

The ninja are just good people in general

Kai hated the guy but still felt immense guilt when he fell through the trapped door

Invisible guy: can i sit here :D

Jay: Scram! I can still see you and this is a private conversation!

Cole: jay that was really mean 🙁🤨

thats how he normally acts Cole.

THE WAY KAI JUSY PUSHES JAY OFF HIS BALCONY 😭

Theyre really pushing this ‘kais hot and warm’ ‘skylers cold and chilly’ when zanes right there

Jay: you just had to leave me hanging huh romeo.

Jay can be so funny

Cole: god this bed is so soft its amazing! Mines made of rocks! What a crock(Bed flips showing a secret entrance) uh GUYS!

Kai: COLE I GET IT, YOU LIKE MY BED 🙄😠

Cant believe Jay and Kai are peeping toms /j

I would immediately be Cole, laughing my ass off if i learned my friend had a crush on someone they didn’t know they were related to 💀

My favorite thing about Jay is that he’ll get excited about something with the enemy if its even remotely cool. Even if its to hinder/defeat the ninja themselves.

Chen (steals metal mans powers)

And this is why you read the terms and conditions people.

[0ystercatcher]

Where does one draw the line tho? Cause one could also keep "but i Want to shave! Wear makeup! I want to watch porn! I want to do the niqab!! My choice!". Feminists will always keep going in circles with this. At this point men should keep laughing

ok heres the thing tho they are just choices. i dont really care very much if an individual woman can and does choose to shave or wear makeup or a niqab. we can endlessly argue abt the historical social implications of doing it but at the end of the day, i dont super dont care if a woman can and does choose to use them as long as we understand and agree these things did not just happen naturally bc this then forms the base for feminist conciousness raising etc. women will make the choices they think are correct for them wrt to this, and i dont think the choice will Always be going without makeup or shaving or wearing headcovers.

making the choice isnt anything by itself, its not more or less feminist bc feminism is a political movement and its abt what actions you take to achieve womens liberation. an informed choice is better than none imho, and having the choice in the first place is the precisely the important part here. in the case of makeup shaving etc this means wholly removing the social and economic system that more or less forces these products on us bc 1. its very profitable and 2. it all stems from the idea that women r just decorative objects for men. in the case of the niqab, it means undoing the insane levels of oppression that force women into it that basically stem from the idea that women are a mans property and nothing else. these r not as easy as just, not doing it, although sure they can be powerful symbols.

sex is kinda similar except sex isnt a product. simply having regular consensual sex isnt partaking in the sex industry. its just a nice way to bond and be intimate w someone youre attracted to. no ones really directly profitting of regular (ie non sex trade) sex and sex itself was never designed to keep women subservient or pretty or w/e like the other industries and social practices u mentioned.

it can, and it has been used for that, i mean sex can be used to terrotize women, but its not Inherently this artificial force to keep women down.

i dont thnk "women should simply choose to not have sex with men" is ever valuable advice tho. giving women the chance and the tools to have, or not have, sex in their own terms - to make that choice - is 100000x more important to me than to give shitty advice that i know wont really help anyway. my concerns w this lie more on making sure women are informed and able to obtain and use contraceptives that dont damage our bodies and safe abortions, to be truly able to never have to touch a man if they dont want to or to simply be able to safely say no to one we dont like. and on a more base level, to be able to undo pornrot and understand that we dont have to debase ourselves during sex to find pleasure, we dont need to perform during sex to be Good for men, we dont have to center sex around men At all. "just dont have sex, its dangerous" doesnt really. get that thru. making sure women are informed and have the tools to make the choice on their own does tho.

and lmao look i want good sex!! i want all women who desire sex to be able to have good safe sex with the people they want to lol. if anything, sexual pleasure has been held away from women for so long id never want to take that away again.

pd: i dont give a shit if men laugh or whatever, i dont care what they think or have to say. this isnt abt them. theyll get their comeuppance for all this eventually anyway.

[fairestwriting]

PLEASE DO, MY GAY LIL HEART LOVES WOMEN-

referring to this post

ask and ye shall receive... this is just clothes/hair/acccessories notes. sorry for the brainrot in some of these but.. twst women go brr. also in this by short skirt i mean like miniskirt length, and long is nearing knee length. medium would be a midpoint between the two

also any of yall are free to share your headcanons with me jddjfjdfj i have a thing for character design

riddle: Listen i hate when people draw her with twintails. big pet peeve of mine its not riddle at all. shed have one of these really fancy braided buns, because she wants to look proper -- and for the same reason, her skirt is a bit longer and she wears black tights (we are keeping the heeled shoes tho)

ace: hmm not much should change i dont think? i imagine her looking sort of tomboyish. hair like male ace but maybe just a bit longer, maybe one or two red barettes because she still wants to be cute. short skirt and socks

deuce: "tomboy at heart but shes trying to be a proper lady" kind of look. had short hair in her delinquent days but shes growing it out so its juuust a little shorter than shoulder length. longer skirt but short socks. she rips all the tights she tries so she figured that would be easier

trey: god so shes the one i can never really figure out... i only ever see people drawing her w short hair but im not sure if i like it much the hairstyles they do are often just kinda ugly- i think that kinda works, though, maybe chin length hair for her. as long as her bangs are just a little different from her male counterpart. medium length skirt and under the knee socks.

cater: same hairstyle with the bangs pulled back i think but long hair.. though short would look good on her too! shed be very cute. maybe ties her jacket around her waist and shes definitely a short skirt gal. has painted nails and nice makeup on and her socks are thigh highs or the loose ones.

rest under the cut bc this is mad long-

leona: hnngghh hot lion lady i cant decide if i like her more with short hair or long hair... i can go either way i think. short skirt and she still wears those wack ass sandals. this goes without saying but she has male leonas undone buttons too

ruggie: certified tomboy. same hair as male ruggie pretty much, same rolled up sleeves. she wears a skirt bc its part of the uniform id imagine but if they had like, a shorts option shed take it. shed be a shorts kind of gal. really short socks

jack: shoulder length hair, still fluffy and kinda spiky! maybe up in a sporty ponytail or something. shes still Very buff (read this in a simp voice) and would probably wear pants if they had the option in the uniform. if they dont have that then just... medium skirt i think, but she probably wears some kind of shorts underneath it. short socks and her jacket is tied around her waist more often than not

azul: GOD do i have thoughts about her. i also have a pet peeve regarding her hair i think fem azul would 100% be the type to have long hair instead of just keeping male azuls cut... its chest length and wavy and she keeps most of it pushed over one shoulder. medium skirt, she cares about being proper but still wants to look cute, probably would wear black tights but boy do i wanna see her in thigh highs

jade: hair is a very neat bob, i think! not that much different from her male counterpart, she still keeps the classiness. Obvious tights wearer and any skirt length would work with her, i think. though i cant see her in a very short one because she does care about being proper

floyd: also bobbed hair, except its a huge mess and she would probably pull it into a ponytail whenever shes able to.... short skirt and socks, some undone buttons. rolled up sleeves more often than not.

kalim: hghghghhg i can never decide on what hair id go with for her ~_~ in the end i think long and fluffy would be the most fitting, its about chest length and she does a variety of different styles, sometimes twintails, sometimes ponytails, sometimes she just leaves it the way it is! short skirt and socks, probably even more accessories than her male counterpart + painted nails (that jamil painted for her)

jamil: oh i can only see her being very similar to male jamil. same hairstyle pretty much though i think shed be heavier with the makeup, like her eyeshadow would be a bit darker? keeps the hoodie, medium shirt and short socks just below the knee. she probably looks scarier than her regular counterpart

vil: so we officially are in “similar to their counterpart” territory... i dont think fem vil could even be very different tbh, what sets her apart is that she has actually long hair- maybe past chest length even but she keeps that variety between having her hair up and down that vil has. either medium or long skirts bc she wants to keep it classy, obvious tights wearer. she has acrylic nails she changes every now and then and theyre Sharp. makeup on point always including this really intense red lipstick

rook: continuing our travel through similar territory... same hair, same weird ass hat, very similar in general. i just feel like shed be vaguely masculine too? but not in that “rough” way, or at least thats not how she looks like usually. medium skirt and she keeps the boots so you dont see her socks really. another one that would very much prefer to wear pants. sometimes she has red lipstick on because vil does her makeup every now and then

epel: a tough one tbh! i think she could either have the same haircut as epel, or slightly longer but she keeps it in a slightly messy ponytail. medium skirt, wishes so much they had a pants option. socks are hidden by the boots. shes very cute

idia: HRHRGFHRHHG *TRIES CONTAINING MY BRAINROT* SHE HAS SHORT HAIR AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL!!!!! keeps the jacket with short skirt and thigh highs. Does not think shes cute enough to wear a short skirt with thigh highs but all her waifus wear them so she has to. God i love my gamer gilfriend

ortho is just ortho but with little fire pigtails i care her

malleus: hnngh hot fae lady out with the mullet first of all it wouldnt fit her regal energy. she does have very long hair though, like way past chest length, and it does that thing thats like... when some parts are tied at the back and kept together with some sort of pin? That. long skirt and tights, high heels even though she doesnt need them, painted nails and dark eyeshadow. Queen

lilia: ...both lilias look the same and you cant convince me otherwise. if she wears a skirt its very short though and it has something underneath for volume so it looks ruffled and cute. would wear thigh highs too but not always

silver: either short hair or an updo of some kind... im thinking milk braids (different from riddles, you can see the bun in her hair but for silver its just the braids) to keep that royal ish energy. also decently proper, long skirt and alternates between tights and below the knee socks

sebek: i can only visualize her with long hair for some reason. its still very spiky and parted the same way her male counterpart does it, uniform absolutely on point and also mimicking malleus a little with the skirt and tights

[milf-harrington]

Based on how you’ve drawn yourself, how you’ve described yourself, and that one picture I vaguely remember you posting where you had the coolest fucking hot pink eye makeup ive ever seen, here’s how i picture you:

- short, roughly ear length or a little longer hair (do these count as Theo headcannons)

- I always picture you with eyeliner on, but obviously you don’t wear eyeliner every day (i drew you in sunglasses skdfjks)

- bangs? Not necessarily uniform bangs but hair that doesn’t fit into a ponytail or a bun

- IT LOOKS LIKE I DREW YOU WITH SIDEBURNS but it’s the hair tucked behind your ears

- I KNOW YOU DONT HAVE ONE but I picture you with an undercut because it fits ur vibe (undercut as in the type of undercut that if you put your hair down it wouldnt look like anything changed except youre more badass)

(Pls ignore the slightly off-center-ness of it all, I didn’t realize it was misaligned until it was too late)

BRUH!!!

okay one, pissed myself (as in laughed, pls don't take that the other way) after reading "do these count as theo headcanons" that's the funniest thing i've heard today and i love it - and also my hair is now down to my shoulders!! but yes, i do have doesnt-fit-under-the-hair-tie bangs AND regular ones that i cut the other week bc it was annoying me <3

the funny thing about the eyeliner is that, no i don't wear it every day but yes i keep an eyeliner pencil in my bag at all times; so, wonderfully accurate.

not me literally answering this ask with my hair tucked behind my ears - and! i did used to have an undercut!! i had one for a couple years actually, so you're not exactly wrong about that

you even kind of got my face shape right, nice *high-five*

[n1ghtm3ds]

I work with a lot of older people and its kind of refreshing to be the most gender-insane one there because I went to an art school where there was more than one “voidself” and like they understand my gender much more than all these gender theorists do.  Im a girl who is autistic and shaves her head.  They understand that.  It doesnt have to be any more complicated than that.  Im not a demiboy quasigirl fluxgender I just don’t wear makeup and have a shaved head and they think it’s a little unorthodox of a look and sometimes the drunk one tells me what a pretty girl id be i I grew my hair out and wore makeup but its refreshing and its one of the things Im going to miss most about my social circle at work is that they’re almost all old enough not to try and gender me like they don’t know how to pull up youtube and they don’t give a fuck about gender politics and after 6 years in the MOGAI pit of hell that was my school Im glad to know that the outside world isnt like that and that for the most part your regular working person is sane.

[sortagaysortahigh]

Idk guys i love Kie. Also based on this req!

Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex

Fem!reader x Kiara Carrera

Dating Kie:

You’d seen her around at boneyard keggers, surfing, and around the cut before you finally met her

Met her through John B, the two of you worked on the Druthers together and you ranted about needing another job so he brought up the wreck

Introduced you to Kie, telling him you could use another job and you had some experience as a waitress

When you saw her you were almost tongue tied because up close she was beautiful

Getting the job at the wreck and getting to know her better, her dad loves you

“Why dont you ask her out?” “DAD!” “If you don’t do it ill do it for you”

“Hey y/n can i ask you something” “sure thing Mister Carrera, whats up?” “Kia-“ she cut him off shoving him out of the way

“Uhm, you wanna hang with me after work-not just me! john B and a couple of our friends” you giggled at her, she sounded nervous but you agreed

Meeting JJ and Pope at the chateau “wait Pope, is she the one Kie talks about all the time-shes hot” “JJ you can’t whisper she’s looking at us” “oh shit hey-uh”

“Y/n thats JJ Maybank and Pope Heyward” “i know their dads” a look of confusion from both of the guys and Kie shrugged “Ive worked on boats since I was a kid” they both responded with an “ohh”

Drinking with the pogues and hearing them tell embarrassing stories about kie

This became a regular after work occursnce and on your off days they’d invite you over.

Spending more time with Kie, going on drives with her, surfing with her, boat rides with her, stargazing with her, a few sleepovers that started off slightly awkward then felt normal

Forehead kisses and holding hands everywhere. It became a norm in your relationship

Cuddling with her!!! Sometimes she was the big spoon, but she preferred to be the little spoon

John B questioning you on the druthers “so you and kie huh?” “I mean we’re friends and she’s dope” “friends dont go on dates and cuddle all night” “you literally cuddled with pope and JJ last night” “thats DIFFERENT!”

Trying to avoid Pope and JJs questions about your relationship with Kie

“We’re friends guys” “psssshh and JJ doesnt have a crush on me” “Pope! I told you that in confidence! Its a bro crush, totally normal”

They question Kie and she shruggs giving them the same answer, avoiding any other questions

You both had crushes on eachother, it was very obvious

The guys lock you both in a room together forcing you two to admit your feelings for one another

You end up having sex and its cute, clumsy, full of giggles, and somewhat romantic

The next morning they walk in on you two cuddling and JJ yells “Wooo! Girl on girl action”

You ask her to be your girlfriend with the help of the guys, fairy lights, and a lot of sparklers

The four of you almost burned the chateau down before she got there but the sparklers made for great pictures.

Pet names: Baby, Babe, Honeybun, Sweetheart, Bubba, princess, babydoll

She took you to midsummers as her date, the both of you wearing sunflowers in your hair, laughing everytime a guy tried to flirt with either of you

Sneaking off to have a quickie while someone was giving a speech and being honored

Fixing eachothers hair and makeup afterwords, giggling and trying to hide the new marks on your skin

Your family loved her, telling her they were grateful you had someone so compassionate in your life

Spending time doing eachothers hair for special events

The guys always teasing the both of you, saying that Pope would get certified to marry the both of you

“Wanna get matching tattoos?” “Im not getting a dolphin tattoo kie” “hmmp okay baby...what about a turtle”

Going to Keggers together, your arm around her waist, flirting infront of everyone

Certified beer bong champions

Sometimes when you both were drunk you had very public makeout sessions, but they’d be ruined by someone wolf whistling at the two of you

Smiling into kisses, once your teeth clashed because you both smiled at the same time

Holding her when she was upset, giving her a shoulder to cry on and vice versa

Sometimes you’d get into heated arguments and disagreements leading jj to mediate because you were both stubborn

“So how’d that make you feel y/n” “shitty” “im gonna need you to try a little harder here” “JJ i dont see you telling her to try harder” “Im not the one who keeps saying things make me feel shitty!”

Eventually he’d get the both of you to talk it out, leading you both to hug him and him making a comment about a threesome as an award

It was your inside joke with him, it confused John B and Pope all the time

“Thanks for the help with the boat J” “threesome?” “absolutesly who’s place this time?” The three of you would be laughing in tears while John B and Pope starred at eachother because they didnt put it past you

One day you all happened to come to the HMS with hickies and they both couldnt stop stuttering when they talked

“Did you three have a threesome???” “No pope ohmygod these are from kie, i dont know who JJ’s been fuckin but its not me and my girlfriend” “thank god”

Sending nudes at random hours when the two of you were apart.

Getting a phone call from her “baby are you seriously sending me those while Im at a fundraiser?” “I mean duh, you got them didnt you”

Having a snapchat streak but one of you always forgot about it so it’d be up to like a month then end, then start again

One day the two of you are watching the sun set after a day of surfing

“Hey Kiara” “Hey y/n” “I love you” “what?” “I said what I said Kie” she would pull you into a sweet kiss, your foreheads resting against eachother “i love you too”

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[aaaaagaronia]

tell me more about your morphine doll plans

i still need to draw make up refs because while i do have morphine but human drawing its not quite a doll compatible ref so kdsljfhcsd

she normally doesnt wear makeup so gonna attempt a more minimalistic makeup look but also black lipstick fucks

the hands for the doll i have are sculpted to have fingerless gloves like the gloves are sculpted so im debating whether to keep them or switch them out for a different set of hands that dont have gloves

we will Attempt yarn wefts for hair since her hair is short and and also regular doll hair just doesnt quite have the texture i need for her

probably gonna attempt uhhh pastel method to darken the dolls skin tone because its a lil too light for morphine and then ill just use acrylics for her vitiligo dsljfkds

uhhh the doll i have has werewolf ears on top of her head so im cutting those off but debating whether to just reposition them or just save them for some other doll

gonna have to make custom fabric patterns for her clothes because i dont think im gonna find any doll sized fabric patterns for alien adjacent clothing dsjkfds

i think i have shoes from another doll still what are Not heels and gonna check if they fit this one if not ill have to make shoes from scratch or modify some other ones because i really dont want her wearing heels sdjkfhds