#and on the other hand i wanna dress pretty in skirts and colorful outfits with cute earrings

[spottedbread]

you guys im gonna start crying

#on one hand i want to dress goth and black and have cool edgy earrings #and on the other hand i wanna dress pretty in skirts and colorful outfits with cute earrings #hot topic provides both so now my wishlist is like half and hal #but auhfhhhh #i need ONE aesthetic

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒. (𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾)

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖾𝗑 𝖾𝗆𝗆𝖺, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝖼 𝖿𝗂𝖼, 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾. }

draken has never had someone be this bold before, his ex and the people that usually hit on him would hint at wanting him but never outright say it— things like this… like you do.

you had eyes on him the moment he walk in the joint, the sides of his brown hair, in a ponytail, a strand left out, perimeter shaved showing his dragon tattoo, wearing a black tank with black cargo pants and sporting black combat boots, he was also the tallest out of his friend group. you had automatically caught his interest for the second time that night as you spat these risqué words he’s only heard in passing at home.

the first reason you caught his interest being that you and your little group of friends were the only splash of color at this party, one he didn’t even wanna be at till seeing you, who eyed him like a wolf being baited with a bloody pig on a hook.

he was even more surprised when you sauntered over to him first he took in your outfit, a coffee colored leopard print halter top and jean mini skirt, feet covered in creamish-white colored sandals, as you bounce towards him small thigh length box braids swaying with your every step.

“soo I seen you eyeing me from across the way… why you ain’t come talk to me? ion mind having to put in work for someone as fine as you, but if this relationship gon take off you needa step up too.” you swirled your red cup that was filled with a shot or two of watered down henny, that gave you the confidence to walk up to this fine specimen, leaving the empty cup on a nearby ledge. his eyes widened at your gall before he spoke up putting on his charming smile.

“that’s the drink talking or you sweetheart?” “all me baby, the drink made me come to you, ‘m always this bold trust, but not really all that confident.” he hums leaning against the wall and you follow his action, shoulder on the wall as you face him, batting your pretty lashes and holding out your manicured hand that matched your top and skin tone a little. “I’m y/n but you can call me yours.” you giggle at his smirk as he nodded in respect of your pick up line.

“ken but they call me draken.” he takes your hand in his rubbing your knuckles with his thumb kissing the back of it. “soo kenny what would you say about finding a room upstairs and getting to know each other more?” you hum looking down at your hands before locking your fingers with his swinging them a bit then looking back up at him. “whatever you want swee—“ he’s interrupted by a shrill voice calling his name you notice him rolling his eyes as the girl continues.

“ken-chi!! kenchin!!” a pretty girl with blond hair in a tight black ruffled dress rushed to him, completely ignoring you and throwing herself on the dude you were just about to fuck, and you could tell their whole situation from the way he was trying to get her off. you spoke up to save him from this obviously awkward situation and to hopefully get your nut and maybe, cuz the liquor had you acting a little reckless, a relationship, so you chose to speak up.

“umm kenny?… baby? who’s this?” the girl backs up taking you in before looking at draken, eyebrows furrowed as her face went hot. “kenchin it hasn’t even been a whole two months since we broke up and you already have a new girlfriend?!” the draken guy tsked. “you had a new boyfriend 4 months into our 7 month relationship.”

you made an ‘oop’ sound catching the attention of draken who looked at you with a ‘bitch really?’ expression making you eye the party goers, wondering if the dick was really worth this. you eyes his outfit again and remembered when he first walked in the party, with a slight limp to anybody who cared enough to pay close attention and you did, so you could most definitely tell it was heavy and big— so the dick was worth it.

you spoke up again wrapping your arm around draken’s waist (it’s a very slutty one btw) gaining the attention of them both stopping their argument. “kenny is this the ex you told me about? why you didn’t wanna rush our relationship? because she cheated on you with whatshisname?” you pout looking up at him as your cheek pressed against his side giving him the hint to play along.

“yea sweetheart with a drug addict. his name was sanzu, you don’t remember me talking about that y/n?” his arm around your shoulder pulling you closer letting you take in his cedar scent. “oh I had completely forgot baby, but only because we ain’t have to worry about that cuz I only want you.” he smirked putting his nose into your mango scented scalp an ‘oh right. of course’ fell from his lips.

the girl looked confused her face turning red. “i don’t believe it draken, you were always kind of petty. I can’t believe you’re still upset over that.. I apologized.” “well an apology wasn’t enough I want you to leave me alone. no calls, texts, dms, no nothing period. and this girl right here, she’s my baby.”

he takes you by surprise lifting you up, placing both hands on your ass so you wouldn’t show the whole party what color underwear you decided to wear if your skirt rises up. you fold your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, he holds you up against the wall looking into your eyes for permission which you grant immediately, he returns your excitement rushing to connect your lips together.

your nails glide across the back of his head making him shiver and jut up against you causing you to pull back, your gloss now on his lips as you let out a whine, his eyes focus from your lips to your eyes and you can feel your face heat up as he looks down at himself between your chunky brown thighs, jutting against you a few more times putting his face in your neck, the smell of strawberry poundcake flooding his nostrils making him groan as he did a specifically hard thrusts making you moan into his ear as he whispered in yours.

“wanna take this upstairs?” you nod burying your face into his neck pressing light sticky kisses, you pull away, your hand going around his throat to tease him as your thumb wiped away the excess gloss watching his eyes roll briefly before a chuckle escaped his soft lips. “let me get you upstairs before I fuck your in front of all these people.. okay?”

you nod coherent but blind with lust, he pulls off the wall gripping the globes of your ass through your mini skirt, kissing and biting on your collarbone, your face in his neck as you whine and pant into his ear.

you burn up, sticking the middle finger towards your group of friends hearing them hooting, hollering and laughing, not caring who sees, completely forgetting about his ex that left as soon as y’all kissed, but who in the fuck cares you was getting some dick tonight.

after all the noise winded down and the couple went upstairs, a pink afro haired blasian looked at his blue haired twin counterpart with furrowed brows and a stiff smile. “hey little brother was that our big sister just now?”

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

#city.writes #black writers #i don’t not like Emma 🤧i just think draken would be better off w me #but he so fine tho I’ll climb his tall ass like a tree😤🤭 #black reader #black fem reader #x black reader #x black fem reader #black yn #draken x black!reader #draken x black fem!reader

[spidergutz-writes]

HI BESTIEEEEEE!!! soo i was wondering if you could do some hcs for me, specifically i was wondering if you could do which bnha characters would like a fem s/o (not female, just feminine) for me 🥺 like a s/o who likes do their makeup and hair and dress super girly or stuff like that

OMG BESTIE HAI, THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FIRST TO REQUEST SMTH.

ILL DO MY BEST <3

Now, I am a firm believer that Mirio would be absolutely head over heals for you. He loves how cute you always look, and he just thinks that pink goes so well with you!

10/10 he would spoil you with so many gifts. He’s always buying you Make-up. He also loves watching you do your Make-up

100% brags to others about you. Always showing you off, I mean, why wouldn’t he? He’s just so happy that your his!

”your just so pretty! How could I not stare at you?” feels like not staring at you is a crime.

shinsou is always enamored by your style. He thinks your an angel, sent from the heavens solely for him.

will find nice pink flowers to leave on your desk, or kitchen table.

Definitely calls you princess, no matter your gender. He just thinks it fits!

Sometimes, he’ll help you pick out your outfits, giving a small nod or grunt of approval when you show him your outfits

“you can’t like them all the same! I really need you to help me pick!”

“but they all look so nice on you, princess.. :(“

Toga would love you so much. She likes that you two can match!

definitely goes on shopping stealing sprees with you.

I think she’d try to get everyone else to join in on your guy’s style, but shiggy will very quickly shut it down. Jin might join in

When toga runs out of clothes, or ruins them she always steals from you, so expect to come home with her in your skirts and tank tops.

“your clothes are soooo much cuter than mine! It’s only fair that you share!”

Fatgum doesn’t understand how you can be so gosh darned CUTE?

Seriously, your going to give this poor man an aneurism. Yknow that moment when you think something’s so cute ya wanna squeeze it reaaaaalll hard? Yeah that’s how he feels. Always looking for a reason to complement you.

he loves how girly you are. It’s just so cute to him.

calls you cutie all the time. It’s basically your new name.

“Well, I think it’s only right that I give you a fitting nickname, my cutie 🥰 “

you can’t convince me that miruko wouldn’t love your style to an absolute.

she’s always complementing you, telling you how much she loves your style.

will pick you up randomly just to mumble how cute you look in your all pink outfit <3

she Carry’s you a lot, she doesn’t want your pretty outfit to get messed up! :(

definitely likes that you wear pink. She thinks it complements her hero costume colors.

will do your makeup for you <3 she has such a steady hand.

“my sweet bunny, I’d love to help with anything<3”

#mirio x reader #miruko x reader #Fatgum x reader #shinsou x reader #toga x reader #this is my first request #Constructive criticism is very much wanted! #Gimmie any tips you have please

[wooahaes]

please write more mingyu x chubby reader 🥹

u ask and u shall receive

dress

pairing: non-idol!mingyu x chubby!fem!reader

word count: 1.3k~

warnings: no proofreading at all. reader is wearing a dress. wedding talk (as guests). talk of past insecurity regarding clothes shopping as a plus size woman. gyu simping for reader but what else is new. implications of sex in one small comment about one of the dresses reader tried on. also me throwing a lil bit of my opinions into the mix but thats normal in chubby reader fics.

daisy’s notes: need me a freak like gyu tbh. excuse the bad title im tired.

You've decided that Mingyu is the worst person in the world to go shopping with.

You had needed to pick up something new for a wedding the two of you had been invited to--one of your friends had invited you to her wedding. For whatever reason, the couple had asked that all of you stick to greens and blues in order to fit in with the theme they had--down to showing you the exact shades to stick to. It might have felt like a little much but, hey, not your wedding and you still wanted to go. You were fine with finding something not too expensive that could double as a dress for other occasions. Mingyu already had his outfit figured out, and he had kept mentioning that he was always happy to go shopping with you since you always wanted an extra pair of eyes. It was hard to turn him down when he gave you puppy dog eyes, even though you knew how shopping was going to go.

Every single thing you wore, you were met with a "You look beautiful. Do you like it?" even when you already hated the dress. Mingyu knew that shopping was frustrating sometimes, sure, but you sometimes wished he'd maybe hold back on defaulting to a very genuine compliment (his eyes lit up every single time you'd walk out and he'd get that cute, bashful smile that he reserved just for you).

"Gyu," you said, "Baby. We've talked about this."

"You do!" He said, arms folded across his chest. He had stopped sitting up completely straight after dress number six, but he quickly adjusted his posture. "You always look beautiful and you should know that."

You drew closer to him, taking his face into your hands, "Okayy.... But consider the fact that I really, really wanna pick a dress and go home, and it's hard to pick one when you keep telling me I look pretty."

"Then stop being so pretty," he wrapped his arms around your waist. "Do you want me to be serious?"

You smiled at him, brushing his hair from his eyes. "It'd help."

"Have they all fit well?" He stayed right where he was, still looking up at you adoringly. "Have you felt uncomfortable in any of them?"

You could immediately eliminate a few right offhand. The first had been strapless and, despite Mingyu's insistence you could pull it off (you held the sneaking suspicion that was what he would want to do by the end of the night), you'd felt a little too... exposed for your own liking. Plus, it had clung to your curves a little too snug. All the reasons you thought Mingyu liked it (although, then again, he liked you when you were dressed in pajamas and curled up happily next to him--so it really wasn't the dress), you had admittedly felt uncomfortable. The only reason you picked the damn thing was because it matched one of the colors and it looked a little less risque before you tried it on.

"I can see you thinking," he teased. "What about this one?" He drew his hands back so that they were resting at your waist, right where the skirt of this dress flared out. It barely brushed your knees. "You look pretty in this one, too, but you always said you hate this stuff--" He ran his fingers lightly over the ruching around the stomach, "because it's what they always say hides your stomach. Like you should be ashamed of it, right?"

You almost teased him about how you didn't know he listened to you when you were watching those wedding dress shows, but you knew he did. "I mean, it's pretty," you turned away from him to look toward one of the mirrors. "I don't mind it that much, really," you frowned at your reflection. "I just think that if someone likes ruching, they should like it for the look--not because it changes your body."

"And?" He draped an arm over the back of the chair. "What about this one?"

"Not the one," you settled on, following your gut. "I don't like the dangle-y flower things anyway," you said, toying with the off-the-shoulder sleeves. "I don't think it fits the vibe she was going for anyway. It's too... fairy princess-y," you shrugged. "She kinda wants it to look mature."

He nodded. "Okay... What about the fourth one you tried on?"

You started to wrack your brain for which one that was. Seven dresses in--more than you expected, to be sure--and you swore some of them blended together in a way.

Mingyu could see it wasn't ringing any bells immediately. "The one with the..." He gestured toward his own chest, trying to mime out overlapping fabric. "Go try it on again?"

You nodded, already heading back into your designated fitting room. You took a deep breath before changing out, always feeling a little off. Growing up bigger meant that dressing rooms carried a lot more weight you ever wanted to admit. Too many times of crying because things didn't fit your body the way they did mannequins, or even your damn peers sometimes: like you should be ashamed of it instead of realizing how bullshit that is. The easy answer everyone was happy to spew was to just "lose the weight," but even if you did--you still needed something to wear. Why should you have to lose weight to fit into something that you wanted to wear then and there? Especially with how quickly fashion trends changed--both as an adult and especially as a teenager. Teenagers were relentless with that type of shit. It took a while to get comfortable in your own body, to find things that made you feel pretty, but the process of buying would always dredge those feelings up too easily.

Maybe that was why Mingyu always liked coming with you even if he'd only tell you how beautiful you were to him. He knew how hard it could be to buy things sometimes. Having your own personal hype man helped make it a little easier.

You stepped back out after you had changed into the dress again, giving a little twirl as you did so. You had liked this one, after all: it was comfortable and you didn't feel like you stood out too much when you wore it. For a wedding, that was really the point: but you still felt pretty enough to wear it in the future for dates.

"Well?"

You turned back to Mingyu. "It matches the color and the look she wants..."

"And? How do you feel in it?" He crossed his arms. "You always look pretty, but are you comfortable in it?"

You turned to face yourself in the mirror, calling over your shoulder for Mingyu to come over. He walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around you immediately before pressing a kiss against your temple.

He waited a moment longer for you to say something. "Well?"

"I think it's perfect," you hummed, resting your hands at your hips. "I just like seeing you next to me. Reminds me which one of us is the hotter one."

He placed his hands over your own, squeezing them lightly. "Then you should go get changed--"

His hands had slipped, dipping forward into a space of the dress you hadn't even checked, immediately making you light up with realization. The damn thing had pockets.

"This is the one," Mingyu said before you could, knowing you too damn well at this point, pulling his hands out of your pockets. "Okay? This is the one."

You laughed at how he knew exactly what you were about to say and pulled him in for a quick kiss before taking a step back. You liked to watch his face before you left. No matter what dress you had on, Mingyu always looked at you like you were the one who had placed the stars in the sky, and that was the real reason you liked bringing him along in the end.

#wooahaes.fic #seventeen imagine #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #svt x reader #svt imagine #svt x you #mingyu x reader #mingyu x you #mingyu x y/n #kim mingyu x reader #kim mingyu x you

[mistyfoxxy]

*yeets this into your inbox*

I had already tagged you so you'd see the original comment but I kinda wanna see this be written out by the master herself soooo

@valorianknights (tagging them so they'll see this, also original credit goes to them)

ngl i forgot all about this :')

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The gang continued to rummage through the old boxes of stuff, talking endlessly about the outfits they'd wear and the strange holiday that humans celebrated. Gus was more than happy to know people dressed up as them, that humans celebrated witches and demons. They had their own day in the human world!

Hunter seemed to forget all about the earlier situation, ecstatic about the changes he could make to everyone's wardrobe. Only a few needed to be done of course.

He'd already finished his and Gus' the night before. Luz only needed help on the hem of her skirt and Amity with her cape and sleeves.

He had never really been used to physical contact so luckily Luz got Amity's measurements and vice versa.

That just left Willow.

Her outfit that she had presented to him left a few places for him to work on. But it just seemed so... plain. His mind was already at work for all the adjustments he could do and such as he rummaged through the tub of fabrics and materials.

He remembered Camila saying that he could easily become a fashion designer or open up his own boutique shop. Something like that. He had to give it to himself, he did do one heck of a job. A pretty amazing job.

"Ok. I'm all done. Where do you want me to stand?"

"Oh yeah!-" Hunter stopped rummaging, frozen in place as she presented herself.

She looked. Nice.

Not that she didn't always look nice- of course she did! She was always so pretty... Black. Not exactly her color, she could probably rock any color too be honest, but something about it made her peridot eyes pop even more with her dark hair.

Sure. Her school uniform was indeed a dark grey tunic and pretty much black but-

Tweet Tweet~ Flapjack nuzzled him meaningfully.

Ah. He was mind rambling again and Willow probably thought he was acting weird.

"Uhm. What all do you need adjustments with?" He asked, grateful he was able to get a full sentence out without stuttering or sounding like a girl.

"Oh well, you're the expert, so I was kind of hoping you'd fix it up however you wanted- well saw fit?"

Hunter glanced over the attire. He subconsciously put a finger to his chin, designer mode activated, and walked around the girl for inspection.

It was simple.

Add a longer hem, different color, maybe a darker black or green. Add a colored waistband so its not so dark.

But for that he'd need measurements.

"Hehelooksfinetomeyouregoodtogo!" He blurted out.

Willow frowned slightly, disbelief raised in her eyebrow she lifted.

"You really think so? I kind of don't feel like it's... me?"

Definitely not. You need more green. You're a witch but you're not dark and evil at all, you're life...

"Whaaaat? Noooo you're perfect!- I MEAN IT'S PERFECT Hehe" Titan he could feel his face burning now.

Willow looked confused for a second before a small smile graced her face. "If it has to do with measurements and stuff, i can do it?"

Wow. She was so smart and observant. She already figured him out. He groaned inwardly.

"It's not that i don't want to touch you- not that I do!" Unless it meant holding her hand or something... he thought momentarily. "I just. I'm not used to uhm. Well it's just-"

The plant witch then placed a hand on his shoulder ever so lightly, a knowing yet amused smile played at her lips. "It's ok Hunter, you don't have to touch me." Her face flushed slightly at that, "I just need your help walking it around me or well I'll show you. Where's your measuring tape at?"

"It's riiiiiight here" Hunter smiled gratefully as he picked it up out of his pile of sewing materials.

Willow then placed the end of it against the front of her waist and held it with one hand, holding out the other end to him. "Now i just need you to walk it around me and hand it back."

Hunter nodded. He grabbed the end of it and began his circle, ever so conscious of the wetness of her hair and the strange sweet scent that radiated off of her. He wondered what kind of shampoo she had used.

He knew Camila had bought quite a lot to go with their different hair types and dyed hairs. He wondered which one Willow used. This smelt different than the honey one-

"..unter? You can stop wrapping it" Willow giggled. "What you thinking about in there?" She asked, head cocked to the side as she poked his forehead playfully.

"Shampoo."

"What?" She snorted, bursting into giggles again.

"Eh. Sorry. I got distracted." He then quickly walked back around her until she put a hand up for him to stop and grabbed the tape. Putting it next to the end of the other and quoted the measurements. He quickly went and wrote it down.

She then did her arms and stated she thinks the rest fits just fine.

"So. Any ideas on what to do with it?"

"Of course." He smirked as he sat down and got out the things he thought would do perfectly.

"Great! Imma go take this thing off and let you work your magic." She winked and ran up the stairs.

He noted a small patch among the cluster of cloth. It had a 'W'.

Perfect.

#short drabble #huntlow oneshot #my stuff #huntlow #im sorrrrrry this artist block is killing meeeeee #this took forever.... #sometimes i feel like a bad leader #and i only call myself that cuz yall are my 'followers' lol and i never feed yallllll :'( #willow park #hunter noceda

[liviavanrouge]

Diasomnia's Fashion Icon

Livia: *Walks out of Diasomnia's mirror, wearing a lilac purple sleeveless dress, pearls draped around her waist and neck along with pearl bracelets around her wrists, her hair in low pigtails held together with pearl bands*

???: LIV?!

Livia: *Looks over and smiles*

Yolan and Epel: *Stares at her shocked*

Livia: We gonna go?

Epel: S-sure!

Yolan: Let's...go...

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Lilia: Have fun!

Livia: *Waves to Lilia, wearing a dark blue dress with fake flowers on half of the chest part, pearl patterns on the other half trailing all around her dress, bow earrings in her ear and a sapphire collar like necklace around her neck*

Cater: They really dress you up huh?

Floyd: Catfish looks so shiny and cute!

Ortho: *Beams, floating beside Livia* Yeah!

Livia: *Laughs* Malleus dresses me, he picks out all my clothes and hair styles!

Cater: *Stares in shock then chuckles* You are the definition of special privileges...

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Livia: *Leaves her dorm room, wearing a yellow dress with colored in sunflower patterns around the end of it, yellow rose petals scattered just above it with a white bow around her waist decorated with bees, her hair in a half up half down bun style with a sunflower hair clip that had a bee in her hair* I'm going out!

Malleus: Take Sebek with you, Beastie!

Livia: *Beams, grabbing Sebek's hand and pulling him after her* Got it!

Sebek: *Smiles slightly, his cheeks pink* You look pretty, Lady Livia

Livia: Thank you Sebek, you're handsome as always!

Sebek: *Smiles giddily, walking after her* Thank you..

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Livia: *Pets Kai, wearing a white dress with red patterns coming from the chest part, forming roses and hibiscus flowers, her hair up in a ponytail with a red and white bow*

Leona: Why'd you bring that thing with...

Kai(Red Panda): *Chitters, looking around*

Livia: He's my familiar!

Leona: Hah..cute student, cute familiar...no wonder

Livia: *Smiles, letting Kai run off

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Livia: *Stares, wearing a sunny yellow dress, daisy flowers covering the chest part with the petals scattered around the skirt part, thorn patters reaching from her waist and downwards, pearls decorating each pattern, a yellow ribbon tied into a bow around her neck, her hair up in low buns*

Kalim: GO JAMIL!!

Livia: *Smiles, cheering Golden on*

Golden: *Grins, dunking on an RSA student*

Livia: GO BIG BROTHER!!

Silver, Sebek and Kuro: *Glares daggers at the boys staring at Livia, gripping their batons* What?

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Livia: *Walks through school, wearing a dark purple dress with silver trimmed lily flowers at the top chest part of her dress, silver trim patterns decorating the rest of her outfit forming flowers and swirls, her hair down with half of her bangs behind held back by a purple ribbon, half revealing her saintess mark, a parasol with the same design in her hands*

Ruggie: Liv~! Hey gal!

Livia: Hi Ruggie!

Ruggie: Wanna walk with me? I need someone to chat with while I run these errands!

Livia: Of course!

Ruggie: *Chuckles and walks beside her*

Livia: *Beams, talking with Ruggie*

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Livia: *Enters Octavinelle, wearing a blue dress that was sailor theme, her hair hair in curls, a little sailor hat on her head along with silk made fingerless gloves*

Azul: Liv?!

Livia: Hi Zuzu!

Jade: Oya? Livia, you look lovely

Floyd: Told ya, Catfish is like Diasomnia's little clothes model!

Azul: Well, thanks for visiting Liv, ready to talk?

Livia: Yes!

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Livia: *Leaves the Diasomnia mirror, wearing a off shoulder white dress with feathers along the waist and around the shoulder part, golden trims around the ends and near the middle, a golden necklace with a half diamond half sapphire around her neck, a white bow with golden trimming around the ends and the ribbons, around her waist, a turtle dove hair clip in her hair which was in a side bun, a few golden trims in her hair*

Ace: ...show off...

Deuce: Livia! You look very pretty!

Jack: Let me guess...Malleus?

Livia: *Nods, giggling* He refuses to let me go anywhere without looking my best!

Epel: Understandable...

Yolan: Yeah..

Huey: *Smiles at Livia, giving her a thumbs up*

#twst livia #disney twst #livia vanrouge #twst oc #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst sebek #twst malleus #twst silver #twst lilia #sebek #twisted wonderland sebek #sebek zigvolt #twst sebek zigvolt #lilia #malleus #malleus draconia #malleus twst #malleus twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland malleus #twst malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #lilia twst #twisted wonderland lilia #twst lilia vanrouge #twst diasomnia oc #diasomnia oc #ace trappola #twst ace #twisted wonderland ace

[pompettepink]

How do I build a capsule wardrobe for vintage Americana coquette?

✧Vintage Americana coquette how to✧

Americana coquette is a sub style of coquette that revolves around the romanticization of the American lifestyle. Think apple pie cooling on the window sill, Sunday football on the TV, kids selling lemonade on the corner, summer camp s'mores, girl scout cookies, fixing up your dad's old Corvette, prom king and queen, and big greasy burgers! If you want to add vintage touches I would set the lifestyle around the 90s and early 2000s. To me it gives off casual but fun vibes.

After you establish your capsule wardrobe that's when you're gonna wanna add in pieces that'll translate into different sub styles. To start building up an Americana coquette wardrobe look for tops and dresses with ruching details, collars, and buttons, then skirts that are flowy and lots of denim! Denim shorts, denim pants, denim skirts, denim jackets, denim dresses, denim overalls, the more classic blue denim the better!

Your colors are gonna be super simple and obvious. Red, white, and blue!! But a few other colors show up in the palette too! Yellow, pink, brown, and green make an appearance regularly. The patterns are pretty simple too, gingham, checkers, small florals, and solid colors. To get that vintage look buy second hand. Outfits that looked "lived in" with a looser fit and less embellishments will look school American. As long as you're going for a girl next door vibe you'll nail it.

#coquette #Americana coquette #pompettepink

[forbidding-souda]

Hi can I request shuichi, maki, miu and kokichi with a feminine GN!s/o who loves to dress up with them like skirts and matching dresses

shuichi saihara, miu iruma, and kokichi ouma with a feminine gender neutral s/o who dresses them up in skirts and dresses

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this one was really cute to write! maki is excluded because i don't write for her, but i hope you enjoy regardless! the headers were made by me!!!

[ also i now have searches for so many different articles of clothing in my history LMAO the joys of writing; research that's actually fun ]

-mod fuyuhiko

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🔍 – truth be told, shuichi likes when you dress him up!

🔍 – he doesn't have much variety in his own wardrobe, usually just sweaters and business casual wear, so when you put him in nicer clothes it makes him feel special.

🔍 – he'd get a bit flustered at first, especially if you give him a choice of what to wear, but seeing you smile is more than worth getting over his nervousness.

> "which one do you wanna wear, shu?" you asked, holding up two really nice outfits on hangers. one was a grass green sundress, it had spaghetti straps with little white flowers covering nearly every inch of it. the other was a combo of a plain white polo shirt and a dark blue pleated skirt that looked like it'd go down to shuichi's knees.

shuichi glanced between the two options carefully. he never really understood why you kept asking him, he knew you liked to give him a choice but it always ended up with him asking you, "which one do you think would look better on me?". both outfits he'd liked, but he knew you were more inclined to make an educated choice. something about one of the garments matching his hair, or bringing out his eyes.

you hummed in thought at the question, turning the fronts of the outfits toward yourself to get a good look at them. "i like the skirt, blue is a pretty color for you. makes your eyes pop." you told him honestly, pink blooming across his cheeks as he smiled shyly, "skirt it is, then."

🔍 – when you two match it makes him incredibly happy, even if he's not in a skirt or dress as well. one of his favorites is when you both have different outfits but in matching colors!

🔍 – it gives shuichi a big confidence boost to think that he looks so good with someone as stylish as you out in public. he usually only holds your hand or links your pinkies, but when you two are matching he'd be more than happy to be a bit more bold and keep an arm around your waist. maybe even kiss your cheek a few times, you never know, shuichi gets spontaneous when he gains confidence!

💡 – miu is definitely into dressing up with you!!! she's got incredible confidence in both her rockin' bod and yours, so she'd definitely hype up whatever choices you make!

💡 – miu's favorite dresses to wear are the ones with spaghetti straps that hug her tits and curves in all the right ways. she also really loves mid length skirts that flare out when she twirls. when you two match outfits, for the duality of it, miu likes to wear more revealing clothes while you wear longer stuff. or vice versa, as long as you both look and feel as great as you should!

💡 – miu definitely has a thing for adding her own accessories to outfits too! the gorgeous girl genius always finds a way to add thin metal trimmings to the end of your flowy garments, both to weigh them down and make them look nicer. she also adores seeing you add metal bangles and bracelets, her straps, or even her goggles to your outfits.

💡 – bonus points if you both match in pink, wearing pairs of her goggles. she'd definitely call everyone's attention to both of you to let everyone know how sexy you two look!

💡 – miu would make matching pins, bracelets, headbands, anklets, you name it! if you ask her to make something for an outfit she'd do it in a heartbeat, anything for her wonderful significant lover!

💡 – true to herself, one of her favorite things to do is tease you if you present her with anything short or tight that she didn't choose first. she'd mock you, call you a perv while asking if you're trying to get a view of her panties or expecting one of her tits to pop out.

💡 – all you have to do is tease her right back, ask her why she expects such dirty things from you if she wasn't imagining them first. miu will promptly dissolve into stutters and blushes before snatching the clothing from you and stomping away to change.

🎲 – kokichi is definitely the type to try to boss you around when it comes to clothes.

🎲 – he has a very particular taste in clothing, you know. everything has to be of the highest quality material, anything less than perfect will make his very sensitive skin break out! and whatever you present to him must be in the specific shade kokichi expects. if you give him a purple sweater instead of a royal violet one? he'll be so offended, he might just break up with you!

🎲 – … those are all lies, of course. truth is, kokichi's got little to no sense of style. he's the type to throw on whatever top is at the top of his drawer, grab the nearest pair of jeans and slip on whatever shoes he feels like for the day. he doesn't put that much thought into his everyday clothes, usually only going out of his way to look all spiffy if it's a special occasion.

🎲 – that doesn't mean he won't give his two cents for fashion advice though! kokichi does love when two can plan out and coordinate outfits with and for each other, it gives him prime opportunities to mess with you.

🎲 – it doesn't mean you don't mess with him back, of course. one time, kokichi suggested a mustard yellow shirt with a dark green skirt and blue jeans. with some obnoxious polka dot flip flops to top it all off. sure enough, you pulled all of those out and playfully pestered him to put it on until he finally caved and told you he was kidding.

🎲 – kokichi's favorite outfits are ones that are exactly the same. if he wears a purple dress, you have to wear one too. if he wears a tank top with an ankle length skirt, you have to wear the same. if you don't, he'll whine and cry his infamous crocodile tears until you say yes.

🎲 – once you start giving him some of your skirts and dresses to wear, kokichi will take it as an invitation to raid your closet whenever he feels like. you don't even have to suggest anything to him, he'll come walking out of your closet with your clothes and ask you which looks best on him.

🎲 – there was a time he tried to pull a prank on you by splattering a plain white dress with purple and black paint. kokichi will say he wasn't the slightest bit surprised that you asked him to do it to an identical dress, he obviously always had impeccable fashion taste and knew exactly what he was doing, but he'll get all flustered and giddy when you two go out in your matching paint splattered dresses.

#danganronpa #x reader #shuichi saihara x reader #miu iruma x reader #kokichi ouma x reader #kokichi oma x reader #danganronpa x reader

[aajjks]

TPOL!JK

when you wake the next day, you’re naked from head to toe and jungkook is missing on his side of the bed. you stretch your limbs and throw on a shirt from jungkook’s drawer and head to look for him but all you find is a table full of food, fruit, and a dog?

yes, a cute doberman puppy that you don’t exactly remember jungkook getting but the puppy is sitting in its cage eating and drinking from his bowl. jungkook never told you about a dog and you wonder if he bought the dog after you left or just now.

you open the dogs cage and he shyly comes out of his cage and into your arms. “hi~” you coo when he starts sniffing your hands and you read his collar that says “bam” and you’re sure jungkook bought him after you left because there’s no way you’d name him that. “you look more like a cookie than a bam but you’re still adorable” you say. “wanna come and eat with me?” you ask while carrying the small dog to the table to eat with you.

when you finish eating, you grab your phone and find a note right next to it reading:

“hi princess, sorry i couldn’t be there with you this morning. i had to go fire a couple of people today but there’s a table full of breakfast and a surprise for you too. i love you, princess. be good in school and i’ll be back home soon”

you smile reading the note and laugh at the “i had to fire a couple of people today” because you’re aware of his scary reputation at the office. granted, you’ve never been up to the place he works but since you’ve no classes today, you decide to freshen up and throw a cute outfit together.

you decide to wear a cute plaid print matching skirt and open jacket set with platform shoes and gold jewelry, even the birthstone necklace. your hair is in a high ponytail and when you give yourself a 360 in the mirror, you look cute. “what do you think, bam?” you ask and the puppy just oogles you. “i’m taking that as i look cute. c’mon, let’s go make your papa some lunch”

so here you are outside of the large building with jungkook’s last name plastered on the outside. you have jungkook’s lunch in one hand and bam in the other because you didn’t want to leave the adorable pup by himself. “thank you” you tell the chauffeur before heading inside the building and all eyes seemed to be on you.

the people dressed in a fancy fashion. women wore blazers, skirts, and heels while the men wore suits and ties with their hair styled neatly. you kind of felt out of place with your bright colored plaid outfit but you press on. “hello” you say to the receptionist and she speaks back with a happy tone.

“what can i do for you today?”

“i’m here to deliver something to jeon jungkook. is he here today?”

“oh, do you have a meeting?”

“yes? uh, yes. yes i do”

“okay. he’s on the 20th floor but we don’t allow pets in the building”

“it’s his dog. i’m sure he’ll allow it just this once”

“you know what? sure. go on ahead with his dog”

“okay. thanks!”

“just make sure you check in with his receptionist!”

and while you happily prance towards the elevators, the receptionists are just laughing at you because there’s no way their cold boss owns a dog and would even allow you to step one fit in his office with one. it’s obvious that you’re lying about meeting with him so they’re sure when jungkook hears about some girl with a dog asking for a meeting, he’ll embarrass you in front of everyone.

they phone in jungkook’s PA and tell her about you and by the end, she’s laughing too. she even agrees to be “extra loud” to draw jungkook out of his office and watch him deal with you instead. it’s about time jungkook fusses at someone else for a change and that “someone” is going to be you.

you ride up to the 30th floor and you’re in awe with the amount of people that dress alike and look at you with a weird look. some are even giggling at you and you’re a little nervous. you walk up to a lady who is very pretty and her desk tag reads “lee ji-eun; personal assistant”

“um, hi. i would like to speak to mr. jeon”

“do you have a scheduled meeting?”

“yes”

“name please?”

“uh…kim y/n”

“hmmm…no. i don’t see a kim y/n”

“can’t you just phone him in? he knows me”

“ma’am, dogs and any pet is not allowed on the premises. i don’t know which part of town you came from but you don’t make the rules around here. SECURITY!!!”

“hey! wait!! I’M HIS GIRLFRIEND!!”

the guards begin to escort you to the elevator and laugh at the accusation of you being jungkook’s girlfriend but eventually jungkook does come from his office and says…

“WHAT IS THIS COMMOTION GOING ON?” Jungkook rubs his temples as he comes out of his office, because the noise was getting too much.

And then he looks ahead to see you being escorted by the guards, towards the elevator, while you’re screaming and he realizes that you’re here with his dog. “Y-Yn? Princess!” he calls out your name.

Everyone gasps, they are all surprised that he knows you.

“HANDS OFF HER!” he commands as he runs towards you He clenches his jaw in anger as he realizes that you’ve been treated so bad here. He grabs you while he glares at the guards.

“What the fuck is wrong with you people!?! WHY WASN’T I INFORMED THAT SHE WAS HERE?!” He is screaming right now, veins popping out. “ HOW DARE YOU TRY TO ESCORT HER OUT OF THE OFFICE LIKE THIS?! YOU ARE FIRED!” He doesn’t waste the opportunity to fire the security guards.

Everyone is dead silent right now. He glares at everyone present. “I NEED ANSWERS.” he is pretty sure that his screaming is scaring his dog but he cannot help it right now

He pulled you closer to his chest, in a protective manner. “Princess are you okay?” He coos at you, his eyes immediately soften when they set on you. “It’s okay I’m sorry I didn’t know that you were here because If I did, I would’ve never let this happen to you..”

“AND YOU. JIEUN. Why wasn’t I informed that she was here? HOW DARE YOU ASK THE SECURITY TO THROW HER OUT DIDN’T SHE TELL YOU THAT SHE WAS MY GIRLFRIEND?”

#ask: tpol!jungkook

[speci-society]

Haiii doll tumblr... haiiiiii

Heres a ranking of my top 7 favorite clothing pieces in my rainbow high collection pls enjoy also i wont be abke to recognize like. Any fashion or brand references. Except Sheryl's and like a couple others so sorrayy

(Also like.. idk a thing abt the technicalities of fashion. I just know what i like to put on dolls gjshfhsjdj dont take these as objective)

7. Gabriella's turtleneck

Idk what can i say, it just feels very Gabriella! It's fitting for her, and it's just a super nice color. I used to pretty firmly believe I wouldn't look good in a turtleneck (and tbh i don't really own many sweaters anyway) but i've warmed up to it the past couple years and i think im gonna get myself a nice one for the coming winter

6. Delilah's dress

I mean Delilah's probably my favorite RH character (not doll specifically but character) just based on her description (according to the fandom wiki, im like 99% sure i saw it on mga's website too at one point but now i cant find it??) being a sweet blue ridge country gal and all and like. What's more country blue ridge mountain buttercup than her dress tbh. It's just so pretty and delicate, it's one of those pieces i almost never wanna take off once its on a doll just bc its so nice. Also shoutout to her boots I will always shoutout cowboy boots

5. Tie between Daria's doc martens and jacket

Tbh i was going back and forth and which should be here bc I didn't wanna put 2 pieces from the same doll in 2 spots, but i think this spot fits them both bc i like them for largely the same reasons- they look good with a lot of my other dolls (not jist RH but a couple of my ooak monster highs) and they're pieces I'd want irl. Ive been trying to get my hands on some boots that are close enough to doc martens (even if they arent bc if they look cool idgaf abt the actual brand) and i got pretty close at a thrift store, but they were one size too small 😔 anyway good pieces. Shoutoht to Daria she was one of my first rh dolls

4. Sheryl's jacket

Hot (or possibly cold idk) take I don't think there's a single bad piece in either of Sheryl's outfits. They're all perfect. I have not yet seen clueless but its been in my "movies i need to watch over quarantine" list that i made in april 2020 since the beginning and i think this is a sign to watch it. Anyway the jacket's here bc it's the most iconic part imo, but like also shoutout to both of her heels, all of her 2nd outfit, the sheer top i've used for like four separate dolls outfits, the earrings, the belt, literally everything else etc etc

3. Krystal's Fishnets

This one's pretty simple- her fishnets are just really versatile! They're like real life fishnets. Goes with a lot! Looks good on pretty much anyone! Improves any situation! Fits my monster high ooaks! They also look great in them!

2. Natasha's fur coat

SO glamorous SO perfect literally everything i need to know about a character can fit in a fur coat. Ik theres other fur coats in rh but idc this is my fav. And also the only one in my collection but idc its the best one idc idc idc

1. Uma's hat

Uma holds a special place in my heart for the simple fact that she is a guitarist. And i am a guitarist. And we have similar hats. <3 but also like none of my other rh dolls have hats and hats for dolls are just good accessories but ESPECIALLY this hat specifically. Idk it just rly brings together the edgy punk kinda thing and she might feel incomplete without it tbh. But also i lile it bc its a lot like my favorite hat <3

(Also. Like sheryl. I don't think theres a single bad or mediocre piece in Uma's set? Maaaybe her kinda plain 1st outfit heels but they look good w the rest of the outfit tbh. Shoutout to her coat and skirt and earrings and spiked bracelet and shirts that i struggled not to put on this list also bc i didnt want 1 doll in 2 spots)

#rainbow high #dolls #speci speaks #long post #only now realizing i shouldve put this under a read more but i was not on desktop! so its ok i have an excuse!

[coyotevallie]

okok 16 and jeddie or soren hehe

YES YES I LOVE THESE SO IM GONNA DO BOTH . i wanna do as many as possible these r do fun

i think . PRE transition jeddy basically just wears the same very bland very business casual clothes every day . its pretty common for her to wear the same outfit multiple days in a row she just kinda doesnt care too much shes way too absorbed in her work . post teansition she starts having more fun with it though (:(:: she likes wearing long flowy skirts the type she can hike up all fancy . usually shes likes neutrals but shes been known to try some other colors every now and again (: i think she likes very soft clothes usually but she likes hoing VERY VERY goth sometimes judy for the hell of it . i think she likes a good bitnod accessories too but not too many . and fancy glasses sometkmes (:

SOREN i think always dresses for winter even in the middle of summer . he ALWAYS wears a big bulky jacket with tons of designs and pins and patches . i think his clothes always have a weird bit of mold on them even when theyre super new . hw ears usually blacks and purples i think (: i always envision him swooping his hair over one eye all edgy this is my strongest held part of my soren design . he wears lots of bracelets CONSTANTLY so whenever he shakes his hands it makes klinking noises

#i lov them both sm ..... #jedidiah martin #camp here and there #soren baltimore

[frostedfaves]

Oasis

Masterlist

Pairing: dom!Natasha Romanoff x sub!fem!reader

Summary: Natasha promised you relief later, but you’d never been one to have patience.

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!!!), dom/sub, daddy kink, penetration, fingering, sex toy use, public(ish) sex, hair pulling

A/N: this didn’t turn out as long as I wanted it to be, but it did inspire a (possible) series for the future. no promises that it’ll happen anytime soon though haha. anyway, please don’t be afraid to tell me your thoughts on this!

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Natasha should’ve known you’d cause a problem today, from the moment she woke up to the sight of you, naked and straddling her waist with a smile.

“What are you doing?” she questioned with a sleepy mumble, rubbing her eyes and ignoring the way your hands slowly slid past her barely covered breasts to rest on her shoulders.

“I thought you might appreciate the view.”

“I do.”

Despite the confirmation, she pushed you away so she could climb out of bed, causing you to flop down on your side of the bed with a frustrated huff. A pout formed on your lips as you scrambled across the mattress, locking both hands around her wrist before she could head off to the bathroom.

“I wanna play.”

“I’m aware, baby, but Daddy’s very busy this morning.” She leaned down to kiss your forehead gently and briefly. “Give me a few hours without trouble, and I’ll play with you, okay?”

“Can I at least join you in the shower?”

“Only if you behave,” she sighed, her frown shifting to an amused grin when you hopped off the bed and skipped past her into the bathroom.

After the surprisingly uneventful shower, Natasha ate toast with you in the kitchen of her private floor and departed with a lengthy kiss, smiling as you waved adorably until the elevator doors closed. She hoped it was a sign that you were being good today, but part of her knew better.

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“Hey,” Steve greeted Natasha as she approached him on the ground floor. “How’s the wife?”

“Anxiously awaiting my return to our floor, as am I. Why can’t we just give them a map of the tower or something, or have JARVIS tell them where to go?”

“You know Stark,” Steve responded with a shrug. “What’s the point of having a tower with your name on it if you can’t give people a tour of the thing?”

“Still don’t understand why we have to be there for this,” Natasha grumbled as the main doors were opened, and Tony entered with two individuals following.

“Just the duo I was looking for!” he called with a grin as he approached. “I know you know Sam, but this is Wanda Maximoff. Fury says she’s good with her mind and could help the team out a lot on missions.”

“Hi,” Wanda softly greeted, and Natasha nodded at her in response.

“It’s nice to meet you, Wanda. I’m Steve Rogers.”

“Nice to meet you, Steve,” Wanda accepted his outstretched hand, and Natasha noticed her eyes turn slightly red as she looked into his, the color fading as she faced Natasha, who averted her gaze.

“Save some team bonding for the rest of us,” Tony teased, gesturing for the group to follow as he walked away.

“Is he always like this?” Sam questioned, and Natasha shook her head.

“Oh no, it gets worse.”

-

An hour that felt like three passed as Tony gave the two newest Avengers a tour of their new home, occasionally passing the mic along to Steve and Natasha to explain some SHIELD related things he hadn’t bothered to remember on his own. On the main floor, Natasha was just about ready to find an excuse to duck out when the elevator doors opened and you stepped out, your t-shirt and sweatpants traded for a dress that stopped above your knees.

“What’s going on here?” you questioned innocently, ignoring Natasha’s gaze on the flowy skirt of your outfit that exposed part of your upper thighs as you walked toward the group.

“You’re just in time to meet your new neighbors, Mrs. Widow,” Tony greeted you, introducing you to Wanda and Sam while you actively avoided meeting Natasha’s narrowed eyes.

“What are you doing?” she asked through a clenched jaw once the group’s attention was elsewhere, following you into the kitchen.

“I was just going to head out for a bit to get some fresh air.” Your sweet smile suddenly shifted into something that Natasha knew all too well. “But first, I think I’ll get your new teammates something to drink.”

You turned and opened the fridge door, bending down to do the one thing you knew would make her snap, showing off your obvious lack of underwear. Her hand was around your arm in seconds, dragging you out of the kitchen and into the nearest bathroom. You hopped onto the counter while she locked the door, seeming not at all fazed at the boiling pot of anger evident in her expression.

“You think you’re so fucking funny, don’t you?”

Her middle and ring fingers were in your mouth before you could respond, and you ran your tongue over them, biting down a bit as she pulled away and giggling as she forced your legs open.

“You’re wasting your time,” you gasped out as she pushed her fingers into you. “I’ve been ready for you since this morning.”

“Oh, you’re ready, are you?”

You nodded eagerly, your giddy grin shifting to a confused frown as she pulled away and reached for her belt buckle instead. Your eyes widened as she maneuvered the strap that she’d tied to her leg out into the open, her dry hand lifting your chin to force you to meet her gaze.

“When did you--?”

“You forget I’m always one step ahead of you.” She pulled you off the counter roughly and turned you around, pushing your dress up until only your breasts were covered. “You get too loud and you’ll pay for it later.”

A shaky groan fell past your lips as she slipped the toy into your wet folds, steadily rocking her hips against yours until you seemed to adjust to the length. Your hand flew up to cover your mouth as she slammed into you once, twice, and a third time until she was suddenly pounding into you too fast for you to count each thrust.

“What’s the matter?” she cooed with fake concern over your muffled moans. “I thought you wanted to get fucked. You can’t handle me, can you baby?”

Your hand fell onto the counter as she grabbed your hair, pulling you up just enough to see yourself in the mirror. Sounds of pleasure escaped you at the sight of Natasha controlling you, a squeak slipping into the midst of it all when her free hand left your hip for a moment to slap your ass.

“You like watching Daddy fuck you like this don’t you? I bet you want Wanda and Sam to hear you, don’t you? Want them to hear you weak for me like this?”

“No, Daddy!” you choked out, your eyes closing as pressure began to build in your core.

“Natasha?”

You scrambled to stuff the fabric of your dress in your mouth as heavy footsteps came down the hall, fearing Natasha wouldn’t let you cum if you disobeyed her.

“Natasha, you in there?”

“Yeah, Steve. What’s up?” She dug her hand into your hip as she tugged on your hair a little harder, smirking at you in the mirror when your eyes opened again and moving her finger to her lips.

“We’re having a quick meeting in about ten minutes to introduce Sam and Wanda to the others and go over a few things.”

“Sounds good,” she replied as she shifted to start circling her fingers around your clit, chuckling at the way you began to shake in her hold. “I’ll meet you down there.”

The two of you waited in forced silence as Steve’s footsteps echoed down the hallway again, Natasha’s chuckles growing louder while you held your breath, willing your body not to give into release before you were given permission. Just when you thought you couldn’t hold on any longer, she leaned in to nibble on your lobe and--

“Make a mess, baby.”

Your vision blurred and your legs turned to jelly as you reached your limit, the skirt of your dress falling onto the counter again as you screamed out a final moan that turned into a mix of whimpers and groans. Natasha slowed her thrusts as she worked you through your orgasm, eventually pulling out and keeping a firm grip on your waist as she guided you to sit on the toilet. She quickly undid the strap of the toy while you attempted to catch your breath, biting her lip at the sight of your wet thighs.

“Get the handcuffs out and wait on the bed,” she ordered as she tossed the soaked length into your lap and zipped her pants, walking over to the door with a smirk. “And keep that pretty little dress on.”

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Tags: @littlegasps @natasha-danvers @xxxtwilightaxelxxx @nat-km-mh @buckmesidewaysandcallmesteve @messuhp @creepingwolfberry @natashadeservedmore

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[1engele]

daybreak | sal fisher x fem!reader - 3. frogger

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[warnings: cursing, smoking, light violence, blood]

"i don't want to be friends. i want all of you."

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"Can I get your number?"

You and Larry both whip around to face Sal, the person who'd spoken that sentence. You're stood at the foot of Addison's Apartments.

"What?" You blink. "Me? My what?"

You assume Sal mirrors your nonplussed expression because he bats his eyes just as startled as you did. "Uh- your phone number. So we can be in touch easier. You know, for school and stuff."

Eager anxiousness in the form of butterflies batted their wings in your gut and your ribs. You reached into your back pocket, flipped your flip-phone open, and handed it toward the blue-haired boy. "Here," you blurted. "Put it in there." You gloss your eyes toward Larry. For some apparent reason, he's wearing a wide, shit-eating grin.

"You can put yours in too if you want."

He waves a tan hand. Your attention is on Larry, but it somehow drifts and you're glancing toward Sal. His veiny hands are jerking which each movement of his thumbs as he presses numbers on the keypad.

"No, that's okay," Larry replied, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "I'll get it off of Sal."

"Here," Sal holds the flip phone out to you. It's small in his hand.

He has long fingers, you thought.

"Oh, thanks." Your fingers brush his as you reclaim your phone and return it to it's place in your back pocket.

Your heart is beating unnecessarily loud by the time they've walked you to your apartment. Your hands are in your coat pockets to conceal the mild trembling in your hands. You're almost nervous that they can hear the rushing of your blood as your heart rapidly pumps it through your body—because you know you certainly can.

"I had fun today," you smiled, your expression nothing but sincerity. "Thanks for everything. I appreciate it."

Larry grins. "That's cute. No need to thank us, alright?"

You twitch the corner of your lips upward and nod towards him.

Sal tucks a strand of blue hair behind his ear—you'll never get used to the color. In a good way. You could look at it for hours—and fiddles with his backpack strap. "See you tomorrow, yeah?"

"Yeah," you respond, your teeth making an appearance. "Goodnight, you guys."

With that, you're inside of your apartment and shutting the door behind you. You hear their muffled voices and unintelligible words through the wall as they retreat from your door and towards the elevator.

You drop your bag at the door and make haste to your room. You sit on the side of your bed and hurriedly open your phone.

The first phone number you'd ever had—save your mother, which doesn't count— was "c you tomorrow :)", sitting right beneath "Mom" on the contact list. After changing his name to "Sal :)" you breathed out shakily, and slowly pushed enter on his contact.

Should you send him something? Isn't that a bit weird? You'd just seen him a few minutes ago. Should you wait a little longer? What if he's still with Larry, and they see what you'd sent a message so quickly and make fun of you?

You shake your head. That was unlikely. All they'd been was great to you.

"c you tmrw."

You inwardly linger over the thought of pressing the send button.

Why the fuck were you so nervous, anyway? Because a boy with nice hands and a pretty laugh said he'd see you tomorrow?

Yeah.. okay, maybe that was it.

"c you tmrw." The message was sent.

You slapped a hand over your face. Should you have said something else? Should you just have not texted him at all? You fell back into the mattress, draping your arm over your face and blinking into your wrist. The feeling of exhilarated dread churned in your gut.

A subtle vibration reverberated on the comforter. It buzzed in your ears momentarily. You paused, before lurching upward and snatching the phone back into your grasp.

"you too. let's try not to rouse mrs. packerton's suspicions tomorrow like we did today lol."

You grinned, and replied before you could stop yourself. "might not be possible. you may need to answer another math question for me."

Sal replied after a pause. "can't say no to that. goodnight, y/n"

You breathed out slowly, typed out a goodnight message, and slowly dropped your hands back down to the comforter.

Your fingers shook and your heart was beating itself against your rib cage. Not long after, you dozed off into sleep thinking of the way your body felt when the warmth of his palm was flush against the nape of your neck.

Getting up the next day is a bit harder than getting up the previous one. You couldn't seem to rub the sleep away from your eyes, and, for some reason or another—you'd waken up in a cold sweat, and your sheets stuck to your body. Not only that, when you'd went to shower, the water was freezing, for no apparent reason. You'd come to terms with the fact that this building had multiple personalities.

Standing beneath the shower head felt like being pricked with itty-bitty pitchforks. Topped with miniature ice cubes.

You'd gotten dressed in an oversized black sweater (over a long-sleeved, black top for added warmth), along with an a-lined plaid emerald green and blue skirt on top of your sheer black tights. The skirt was not short—not amongst your standards, it was mid-thigh—but nowadays teachers were weird about how girls dressed so you'd have to keep an eye out about that.

Also, surprisingly—instead of the usual beat up and raggedy sneakers you usually wore you decided on some of your chunky Mary Janes you'd thrifted not long back. You'd never given them a go outside before. The only time they'd been worn was in your room and by yourself.

When you were fully dressed, you let yourself examine your outfit in the mirror. While doing so, your phone chimes in your hand. You snap it open hastily and read the notification.

"it's larry. sal gave me your number :P meet us outside when ur ready"

You grinned and walked out of your room. You grabbed your bag and made for the door. When you'd gotten outside, what greeted you there was not exactly what you'd expected.

"Oh! Ashley, is this yours?" You inquired, gazing over the pale silver Ford Fiesta that sat in the driveway. It was a cute car. Ash sat in the driver's seat with the window down and her forest green eyes attentive and on you.

"Yeah! My little brother had an allergic reaction while eating out at some big corporate food chain and we got it in compensation. We already have a family car so it was given to me."

What a nice story, you thought, making sure you maintained your pleasant expression.

"Oh," you passed your gaze over the vehicle again. "Cool!"

You noted Todd's place in the passenger seat. You met his eye and gently waved. He returned the wave, with that neutral look on his face he always seemed to have.

"You're going to be cold," a voice behind you says rather abruptly. You jump, whirling around.

"You scared me," you laughed, your face burning as you made eye contact with none other than Sal Fisher. "What do you mean?"

"Your skirt," he replies, glancing away momentarily. Your eyebrows raise comically.

"You don't like it?"

"No-" he rushes out, a bit too fast. "Uh, no. It's g- it's nice. I meant you're going to be cold in it."

He was right. It was nearing the end of August.

You pass your eyes over your legs, from the a-lined skirt, the sheer black tights, and the chunky Mary Janes. You return your gaze to his—not before catching a glinting glimpse of what seemed to be rings adorning his fingers—and shrugged.

"Oh well. All I'm worried about is being dress coded," you look to Larry, who's near Sal. "Good morning."

"You too," he grins. "Let's get in the car. It's chilly."

You all clamber into the backseat. You're in between Sal and Larry. Hot air blew from the car vents and hit you in the face as Ashley turned the temperature up further. While doing that, she turns on the radio and channel surfs until she's found some sort of soft rock station. She turns it up to a moderate volume.

A car freshener in the shape of a red tree dangled from the rearview mirror and swayed as Ashley put the car in reverse and pulled out of the driveway. It had a charming illustration of what resembled two strawberries on the front.

The car smelled nostalgic—like the smell of the hair on one of those Strawberry Shortcake dolls you owned as a child.

The wistful scent is abruptly overpowered by the smell of smoke and the autumn air. Larry had rolled a window down and had just lit a cigarette to your left. On your right, Sal has pulled out his flip phone and is playing some sort of shit quality version of Frogger.

Interested, you lean over.

"How'd you get that on there?"

He looks over at you. He's close. You can hear him slowly inhaling and exhaling through his nose. "Todd did it for me," Sal replies. He gestures toward you with the phone. The phone makes a sound. The digital frog had fallen into the water. "Wanna play?"

"Oh," you pause, and smile. "I like watching you."

His eyes flicker over your face. "Okay."

He returned to the game. Finally, you had an excuse to stare down at his hands. Multiple silver and black rings adorned his hands. They fit him perfectly—snug on his pretty fingers and accenting his veiny hands perfectly.

During your examination, you hadn't exactly realized it but your cheek was now flush against his shoulder and your hair was tickling his neck.

No, you weren't smelling him, but it was hard not to scent it when you inhaled through your nose. He smelled of delicate laundry detergent—fresh, clean—and of minty vanilla. Breathing that in made you feel what was probably the most at home you'd felt in months.

You glanced up from his hands, to his Adam's apple, to his prosthetic face—his gaze remained attentive on the flip phone, dark lashes moving along to accommodate his flickering eyes. You looked away before he'd noticed, and paid attention to the game.

"You're good," you commented.

He didn't reply immediately, almost as if he'd looked over at you. The side of your face remained on his shoulder and your hair still brushed against the skin on his neck.

"Well, it's only Frogger," he remarked. "I bet you're better. Try it."

The sudden scent of ashy smoke consumed your senses. Larry must have exhaled halfway inside of the car. The vapor floated for a moment before dissipating into nothing.

You took the phone from Sal's hands and shifted in your seat to sit straight up. You pressed play on the game, and within seconds your frog had fallen into the water.

"I suck."

"No, you don't. You're just not trying hard enough."

"Potato, Potahto," you reply, shortly laughing at yourself and pressing play again nonetheless.

Suddenly, the vehicle slammed to a halt. You held onto the phone tight in one hand and steadied yourself on the passenger seat in front of you with your other one.

Sal seemed to have the same idea, except he seemed to panic and had braced yourself on your knee instead. You could have sworn you saw white for a split second, your insides jumping and chills fluttering down your spine. He quickly retracted his touch, catching your eye immediately.

"Sorry," Sal uttered.

"That's okay," you'd done a fine job gathering yourself together. "Perfectly fine."

"Jesus Christ, Ash! What the hell was that?" Larry calls from your left, the cigarette between his pointer and middle fingers. He was halfway through exhaling his smoke when he spoke again. Vapor spilled from his lips as he stared at the front of the vehicle. "Trying to kill us?"

"Whoops! Sorry guys, I almost missed the red light."

"That wasn't very wise," Todd remarked from the passenger seat, turning his head to look at Ash. You couldn't help but shortly giggle, looking back down at Sal's phone.

You heard Sal slowly exhale a breath of relief beside you.

"Yeah, anything but fucking wise," Larry scoffed. "Thought I was about to die, dude."

"I said I was sorry," you could hear the roll of Ashley's eyes in her voice. "My parents would kill me if I got a ticket. Also, who told you that you could smoke in my car?"

"I did." In your peripheral vision, he was staring blankly. "What're you going to do about it?"

In the rearview mirror, Ashley squinted her eyes but said nothing.

"This is a shit show," Sal murmured, looking back to his phone in your hands. You'd returned to the game, still attempting at getting past the first level. The digital frog continuously leaped over lily pads and logs. It was almost therapeutic.

"Sorry you don't want me back here, Sal." Larry's tone had transformed from mildly annoyed to slightly bitter. His cigarette had been held unattended for a decent amount of time so it had begun to burn out. "I didn't ask to third wheel."

You blinked and convinced yourself you'd heard him wrong.

You weren't looking at Sal's face. He was silent for a few seconds.

"Just chill out, alright?"

"I'll say what I want."

"It's too early for this, Larry," Sal bit out. "Cut it the fuck out."

Your heart pumped furiously.

"Where do you want to take this, Sal?"

Ashley jumped in incredibly quick, the car jerking as she turned the wheel abruptly, pulling the vehicle into the school's parking lot. "Fuck no. What the fuck are you thinking, Larry? Going to fight Sal because you're in a pissy mood?"

"I'm not going to fucking fight him, Ashley," He shook his head. "It's just- apparently he's got some kind of vendetta against me today so I guess we could talk somewhere else-"

"That's in your head, Larry," Sal said honestly. "I don't know what makes you think I have something against you today, but I don't. I don't know how you want me to prove that to you."

Larry settles into silence as Ashley pulls the Ford Fiesta into a parking space.

"Just- put the cigarette out and calm down, okay?"

It didn't look like the smoke had much left in it, but Larry still drew one last hit out of it before he stepped out of the car and crushed it beneath his shoe. He throws his bag over his shoulder and slams the car door behind him.

You look over at Sal, who was reaching for the door handle. Ashley and Todd had already exited the vehicle, and Ashley was standing by and waiting for you both to get out so she could lock the car.

"Hey," you murmured before he could leave. The blue-haired boy turned his head and inquired you with raised eyebrows. "Try to be patient with him, when you two talk it out. I haven't known him long—but I can tell he's the sort of person that wouldn't act like that unless something's bothering him."

Sal looks down at you thoughtfully, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. You hear him swallow thickly. "Yeah," he muttered. "He is that type of person. I'll keep that in mind. Thanks."

With that, you both exit the vehicle and Ashley locks the car. Todd and Larry had already walked up a measured distance ahead of the three of you.

"Do you know what that might have been about?" Ashley asks, directing the question toward Sal by holding eye contact with him. You walk to Sal's left, looking ahead as to not be intrusive on the conversation.

"Uh.." he trails off. A cool breeze filters past your face and legs and it makes you shiver. "Not really. Usually, it's about his mom. Whenever they've argued about something, it puts him in a bad mood."

Ashley seems to give herself a moment to reply.

"Anything else?"

Sal does the same.

"Not that I know of."

Your eyebrows twitch downward.

Ashley walks slightly ahead of the two of you. She calls your name, and you look up from the ground, startled. "How are you liking the apartments? Anytime I've been there, they're kind of creepy."

You giggle. "Yeah. You could say that. I'd say they're alright—it gets kind of cold. The water was fucking ice cold today. Could barely shower."

Ashley mirrors your laughter. "Anything else?"

You pause. "Larry has this really great treehouse. I don't know if you've been, but it's honestly pretty cool. It's homey."

She looks up to Sal in surprise. "She's already been? When did you guys show her?"

He tucks a strand of hair behind his ear. "Uh, well, we didn't necessarily show her.."

Ashley looks at you curiously. You sarcastically pout towards Sal, finding his eyes to be twinkling with amusement. "I may have broken into it."

"Oh, you didn't break into it," Sal protests, exhaling sharply through his nose in a gentle chuckle. "You just didn't realize it was inhabited."

You look towards Ashley. "Long story short—I found a cool treehouse. Thought it was abandoned. Climbed into it. Coincidentally, Sal and Larry climbed into the treehouse while I was in it. It was embarrassing."

"It wasn't. It was funny," You could hear Sal's grin. "She smoked for the first time that day."

Ashley's jaw dropped in faux-astonishment. "You've tainted her innocence."

You smile. "It was honestly kind of horrible at first."

Before you knew it, the three of you had entered the school. After a few more minutes of banter and friendly conversation, you and Sal parted ways from Ashley to head towards your first class of the day: math.

Once again, Mrs. Packerton had given the class a math sheet. For god knows why she expected you to know all of these things off of the bat and get all of the questions right with barely any assistance. You were stuck on one problem like it always went.

Someone nudged your arm. You looked to your left and smiled at who was looking at you. He glanced down at your paper. "The answer's-"

"Is there something you'd like to share with the class, Mr. Fisher?"

Fuck, you thought, slowly looking up to your elderly teacher. Glancing over to Sal, his eyebrows were raised and he peered up at the woman at the front of the classroom with something akin to surprise in his eyes. "Uh-"

Before he could explain himself, Mrs. Packerton's entire facade did a 180 and her eyebrows were suddenly furrowed and her frown was deep-set. It was almost comical, and you strained to keep the laugh in. You weren't looking to break a rib, so you unfortunately giggled beneath your breath.

Her dark brown eyes slid over to you. After a moment of being examined and feeling extremely uncomfortable, she sighed.

"I'm administering detention for both of you, after school. I will let you finish the test, but next time this happens it'll be an immediate fail for both of you. Understood?”

You and Sal exchange both equally supposed expressions, before nodding together.

Before class is over, you see Travis giving Sal another sour look. Oh my god, you thought, twirling your pencil around in between your fingers. Is this going to have to be another talk, Travis?

The bell rang. You and Sal jumped up and fled the class as quickly as you could.

"Oh my god," he breathed, as you both stepped into the hallway and began maneuvering through the countless amount of students flooding the halls. "She's super fucking scary. I was so wrong."

You abruptly laugh. "Yeah. She's got that look in her eye." You pause. "I'm sorry, Sal. You wouldn't be getting a detention if it wasn't for me."

Sal tilts his head just slightly. "It's no big deal. It was my fault, anyway. It's not like you asked for my help either times I helped you out. It's not like my dad's going to be mad, anyway—he'll probably be relieved. I've never really got detention for anything, especially involving talking to another person. Probably'll be glad I'm being more social, haha."

You frown. "I'm still sorry."

"I appreciate it, but you don't have to be-"

"If only your friend wasn't so dumb, Sally Face. It's a shame that your perfect record is all tarnished."

Sal appears as though he knew who was talking a few words in. He inhales, turns around to face the blond boy behind him, and backs up a step. "What do you want, Travis?"

Your fingernails sink into your palms. It stings. You told him yesterday!

"Nothing. Just wanna know why she's so stupid."

Sal's eyes flicker. "Mm, think you're forgetting about how close you were to failing mid-terms last year. You're not very bright yourself."

Travis grows a bit red but he looks as though he's trying to ignore his growing frustration. It boggled you—the fact he was so easy to anger because of the fact Sal was defending himself. Defending.. you?

"Whatever. Why am I fucking arguing with a fucking satan worshipper, anyway?"

That genuinely surprised you. What kind of insult was that? And where did it come from?

"Whatever, Travis. God doesn't like bullies, either. I hope you don't kiss your daddy with that mouth-"

You're glad the hall is relatively empty because the crack you hear when Travis' fist meets Sal's prosthetic face is loud and startling. Your heart is in your throat. You place your hands on Travis' chest and push him into the lockers. The metal cages rattle beneath the sudden weight.

"What the FUCK is wrong with you?" You shout, red hot anger coursing through your body and pumping through your veins. "Get the fuck away. I swear to god, I'll-"

Sal murmurs your name, gripping your wrist. "Stop. Don't push him."

You give Travis the bitchiest expression you can muster. He scoffs and walks away. You're surprised he didn't throw one last insult into the air—but he instead walked down the hall with heavy footing, turned around the corner, and disappeared.

As soon as you're done watching him down the hall, you whip around to Sal with wide eyes. He was cupping the place where the mask cut off, collecting blood that dripped down.

"He's got a mean right hook," Sal breathily laughed.

The rage you currently felt made your head hurt. You quickly grabbed him by the wrist and hurried him towards the restrooms at the opposite side of the hall. On your way, the bell rings. You couldn't care less whether or not you were going to miss your class—it's not like you didn't have detention already.

"Hey, what're you-"

You pull him into the girl's bathroom, which was empty. You make sure to turn him away from the entrance. His eyes are as wide as two dinner plates.

"Huh. Smells nice in here," he comments. The fact that's the first thing he says tells you he's clearly in shock from being clocked in the face.

You grab some paper towels and look him in the eye.

"I'm going to clean you up now,"

You reach around his head.

"Hey, I- wait, you don't-"

You unbuckle the clasps at the back of his prosthetic and pull the prosthetic off of his face. You set it aside, and set it on the edge of the sink.

He slowly meets your gaze. The amount of internal fear that's held inside of those eyes—fear you know that's been held in for so long—is astonishing to you. Your eyes soften. You slide your gaze over his face, and all you can feel is an unbelievable amount of happiness and satisfaction.

Butterflies swarm your insides and beat against your ribs at the sight of his mouth.

It's just as kissable as you'd imagined.

Shut the fuck up, you snap back at yourself. Not the time.

You're unable to hold in the large smile that grows on your lips as you bring the paper towels toward his face and wipe away the blood that dripped from his nose, down his mouth, and fell down his chin—there was so much of it that it had made its way down to the collar of his shirt, staining the material scarlet red.

"You can give that to me later," you uttered. "I know a thing or two about getting blood out of clothes, haha."

His lips twitched, but he remained silent and let you do your thing.

After thoroughly cleaning his face off, you return the prosthetic to him, handling it with care.

"Here you go."

After he'd put it on, you met his eyes.

"Hey, Sal, I'm-"

"It's okay." He peered at you sincerely. "That went.. better than I thought it would. I just hope you don't think of me differently."

The thought appalled you.

"No!" You exclaimed, a bit too forceful. You gathered your composure and tried it again. "No. Um- I could never. Seriously. Your face doesn't change who you are, Sal. It doesn't make me think of you any different. You're still you. Besides, I- um... I liked it."

His eyebrows jump and he jerks his head upward. "What?"

"I liked it. I liked your face."

He was silent like it was taking him a little bit to process that. Your eyes wandered during this time, and they landed on the collar of his shirt, again. You cursed.

"Shit. Hold on."

Suddenly, you'd crossed your arms around your midriff and began pulling the sweater upward. The noise Sal made was almost comical.

"No, uh, you don't have to! It's fine, I can-"

Before he could stop you, the shirt was up and over your chest and it was off of your head. Thank god that you'd remembered the black top beneath, or else you'd feel really bad that you couldn't give him the sweater—it wasn't like you could walk around in just a bra (as much as you'd like to sometimes.)

He grabbed the article of clothing from you, hesitant. "You're sure?"

"Yep!"

"Alright," he murmured, cautious, pulling your sweater over his head and pulling it down his torso. Once he'd done so, he looked back to your eyes and inquired you with his own. "So? What do you think?"

Heart beating so loudly it thrummed in your ears, you replied: "You've never looked better," and grinned wider than you ever have before.

#sally face #sally face x reader #sal fisher x reader

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ViVi November Issue (Snow Man cover)

Solo Q/A interview

Nishihata Daigo

Q. What do you think about sharing clothes with your significant other?

A. Wonderful, absolutely amazing! Since I am not as tall that's why it might be a bit difficult but, I want her to nervously say “this is too big”. I guess it's a nice feeling for your significant other to wearing your own clothes? Well, I am not sure since I don't have any experience in dating (laughs)

Q. Have you actually shared clothes with someone?

A. Only with my father. With members, rather than sharing, we have matching outfits more. Just the other day I copied and wore the same t-shirt as that of Michieda-kun, I also have matching rings, t-shirt and bags with Ohashi-kun. Good things are good afterall.

Q. At what situation with what kind of girl would you like to share clothes?

A. The first thing that came in my mind is, at home date. I want to do classic things, something like, my girlfriend saying “this is a bit big~” while wearing my sweatshirt (shy). If a girl who is usually calm and caring let's herself be spoiled only by me it'll definitely make my heart race. Also since I am from Kansai, I want to joke around with my lover. Is the hurdle too high? Its totally fine even if she can't make a come back (to my jokes). As long she laughs at my jokes!

Q. Can you straightforwardly tell “cute” to your lover?

A. Of course! I can even say things that'd make one feel shy with no problem. That's why on the contrary, if it's someone who isn't good with this kind of thing, it might be a problem. Is this what they call occupational disease?

Onishi Ryusei

Q. What do you think about sharing clothes with your significant other?

A. I completely love the idea. Getting caught by “Isn't it your boyfriend's?”. It looks cute when the girl takes the clothes to wear. I adore conversations that goes “Ah, please lend me that clothes” “Sure~”.

Q. What is good about girls wearing men's clothes?

A. The little loose creates a relaxed vibe. You get to be fashionable even without being too fancy.

Q. Where would you go for date with your girlfriend who is wearing your clothes?

A. Park! I want to go to a park. I have an image that we will be in a relax mode as that of living at home, while eating home made bento we will have a laid-back conversation. We will also bring our dog. Uwaa~ That'd be so nice~.

Q. Would you borrow your girlfriend's clothes?

A. If I were to go out wearing girlfriend's clothes, in case I feel her smell on them, I might get excited (laughs)

Q. Do you have a type you are interested in?

A. Someone who likes to exchange meaningless texts, I guess? If I receive texts with dumb contents at random hours, I might think it as cute.

Q. With which Naniwa member would you like to share clothes with?

A. Ohashi-kun. Because his clothes usually have a calming smell to them (laughs). Also he is quite particular about shoulder width or size in general. He is a fashionable person who has a lot of oversized clothes. I want to wear Ohashi-kun's clothes ♡

Nagao Kento

Q. What do you think about sharing clothes with your significant other?

A. If my girlfriend says “I wanna wear it” then it's completely fine but, I won't recommend her anything by myself. Ah, but if my girlfriend is complimented when wearing my clothes then I'll go “You're welcome”. Since I prefer ladies pants more than the normal ones, if I try then I might also be able to borrow my girlfriend's clothes. As I am a man who has plaid skirt, heel boots and such, I absolutely have nothing that I don't like!

Q. The fashionable Nagao-san, are girls who are into fashion your type?

A. No No, there's nothing like that. If we have common interests and hobbies the conversation might extend, but it's okay even if it doesn't match my taste. Rather, I might apologize for being obsessed with my own fashion while not paying any attention to the other person's clothes  (laughs). At the end, it's all about self satisfaction. As for the significant other, I would like her to cherish her own colors.

Q. Do you talk about clothes with the members?

A. Not really. I talk with my clothes loving friends from my hometown. I also often talk with salespersons of clothing shops with whom I'm close with about release information of new clothes, new brands and such. On top of that, I am the type who doesn't want to match outfits with the members. Yet it troubles me as I would often match with them! If my favourite pair of sneakers matched with anyone then my excitement would go down like “Ah..”. I don't mean this in a negative way. I mean, when you go and hang out with the members if you see someone wearing the same outfit as you, won't it ruin your mood? No matter how close you are! kinda (laughs)

Michieda Shunsuke

Q. What do you think about sharing clothes with your significant other?

A. I think it's really good! The little oversized-ness is cute, also whenever my girlfriend would try to borrow my clothes in my absence I want to tell her things like “What are you doing, geez~”. I want to fool around while feeling all fluffy inside (laughs). Imagining it alone is fun!

Q. Have you actually shared clothes with someone of the opposite sex?

A. As a child I once wore my sister's clothes without her permission, that time she was quite mad at me, so now we no longer share. On the other hand, now when my sister wears my clothes I really can't think of that as cute (laughs).

Q. If you get a girlfriend would you prefer thing to her way or your way?

A. Since I will not hold my partner, if she prefers to wear the things she likes the. I guess I'm fine with it. But if she's not really careful about wearing clothes that are quite revealing then my eyes might have trouble figuring out where to look at! If I receive requests from my significant other like “I want you to wear this kind of clothes” then I'll try my best to respond to her request.

Q. Finally, what is your type?

A. If we are talking about appearance, a girl with natural makeup and bob to semi long hair. As for what's inside (personality), someone who is able to attract elegant people with her soft atmosphere. Also, If I make any mistakes or there is anything wromg in that case I want her to tell that clearly to me. On the other hand, I dislike girls who likes to control. It's fine to act all cutesy to be perceived as cute but as we can't see her true intentions so that's still a bit... Though personally I can't usually recognise such actions at all. Amongst the members, not only is my score low in terms of love, I think I'm quite simple as a person (laughs)

Nishihata and Nagao: Micchi sure is naive!

Takahashi Kyohei

Q. What do you think about girls who wears men's or unisex clothings?

A. It's my first time hearing that girls wear men's clothes! There has been times when I wore slender ladies pants but, there's an opposite pattern as well... Eh, you don't mean room wear, right? Well~ that's something unknown to me (laughs)

Q. What if your girlfriend asks you to lend your clothes?

A. I am sorry but, I wouldn't prefer it. I would constantly think if my clothes have weird smell to it. I'm totally fine with matching though.

Q. What kind of fashion do you like on girls?

A. Something that's pretty in general. Style like, tucked in t-shirt with flare pants, I like outfits that have a refreshing silhouette to them (laughs). Especially flare denims are the best. Previously I used to like skinny pants but, I graduated from them when I became an adult.

Q. What is your ideal personality type?

A. Someone who's funny. Not funny like actual comedians, for example, someone who is really pretty but has a weird laugh, has a strong tone when speaking, if someone who has a gap that you wouldn't think of would really make me interested in them.

Q. What if your significant other requests “I want you to wear this”?

A. If my significant other dresses as per my ideal form then I would do the same. Anything is fine but I don't like showing navel! Even then if there's a request to show muscles, I will say “sure, at the beach” (laughs).

Fujiwara Joichiro

Q. What if your girlfriend asks you to lend your clothes?

A. I'd totally lend them to her. It'll have this “In return lend me something too” kind of feeling (laughs). Doing things like, lining up all the clothes on bed, like how they do in drama and saying things like, “What should I wear today?” “How is this one?” “Ah that's no good” kinda. Isn't that super good? (laughs)

Q. What do you think about girls who wears men's outfits?

A. Normally, when a girl who usually wears ladies outfit wears men's clothes then the form and atmosphere in general will change, right? That change compared to usual will make men's heart flutter. It's the contrast after all, you know? (laughs)

Q. Where would you go for date with your girlfriend who is wearing your clothes?

A. It's a place that is particularly really admired by the people of Kansai but I want to go to a cafe in Yokohama (laughs). We will take pictures there which are different from our usual ones. Later when we will look at the pictures, I want to talk about memories like, “We did it that time. That was the first time when we exchanged clothes!” (shy)

Q. Do you have any ideal type for girls' fashion or make up?

A. Instead of black hair, I prefer girls with dyed hair. Your eyes will follow the girl who has an  intriguing hair color, like “What's up with that color!?” kinda.

Q. What is your ideal personality type?

A. The type who prepares food first, suddenly buys present saying “This looked nice” even though it isn't their partner's birthday. Someone who expresses their kindness casually through surprises, someone like that is nice.

Ohashi Kazuya

Q. If you get a special person, would you share your clothes with them?

A. I really want to do that!  I want to share my closet completely like, “It's fine to wear any of my clothes”. If we are at home, then I'd have her wear my hoodie like an one piece, something like, it's an appearance that only I know about ♡ When going outside though, as I'm worried/concerned, I'd have her wear pants (laughs).

Q. What kind of fashion do you like on girls?

A. Street fashion. Something like a big top with loose wide pants, and a knit cap to along with it! If I spot a girl like that in the middle of the road, then I will follow her with my eyes.

Q. What is your ideal personality type?

A. Someone being with whom would calm me down I guess. If I were to refer to a member then.. Nope, there's no one (laughs). I like slightly modest type of girl who is generally seen wearing glasses while studying in the classroom. Along with that if she's actually really strong in fighting then I might give into her gap.

Q. Have you actually shared clothes with a girl?

A. I have! It's with my almost 50 years old mom though (laughs)

Q. Is it true that you have a lot of clothing items that match with the members?

A. There's a lot. The most is probably with Daigo. Micchi often imitates my hats, with Jo-kun it's the pants, with Kyohei we match rings and down pieces, like t-shirt and such.

Kyohei: It's because Ohashi-kun would invite me to shopping saying “Let's match”

No, it's you who invites me! I am sorry, this kid here is a tsundere (laughs).

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Spoil you

James and Sirius spoils you and Remus

Poly relationship :)

Couple of mentions of sex n sexy stuff :)

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”Come ooon, pretty please” Sirius whined and gave you, literal, puppy-eyes.

Remus sighed and shook his head again. James and Sirius had been begging the two of you for the last ten minutes to spoil you. They thought that your academic skills, along with some others, deserved a treat and didn’t expect this much resistance.

”Just wanna treat you right” James muttered against Remus’ shoulder and Remus shot him a grin.

”Thought you treated me very right last night” he teased and James rolled his eyes.

”Can you two just let some very handsome gentlemen buy some things?” Sirius moaned and threw his arms up desperately ”let us be selfish”.

You scoffed and Remus’ thick brows knitted together.

”How is it selfish to buy us stuff?” He asked and Sirius lips formed an evil smirk.

”Cause we can buy any outfit we want and out of courtersy you’ll have to wear it” he placed a kiss against Remus blushy cheeks as he stood up and walked over to the phone.

”I will call and make a reservation at your favorite restaurant tonight, and then Jamesie and I will treat you for an outfit of your choice and an outfit of our choice” Sirius said matter of factly before leaving to book a table. You sighed and turned to James.

”I am not happy about this” you muttered and crossed your arms.

”I’ll make it up to you, don’t you worry sweetheart” James said with a carefree smile as he walked out to Sirius.

”I don’t like them” Remus pouted and you nodded in agreement.

After an hour of getting ready, and some convincing, you were strolling down the streets of muggle London. Since people still weren’t used to seeing four people in a relation like yours you had split up to look like two couples. Sirius had tried to argue that it didn’t mean shit what other people thought and that you should walk around, but Remus specifically did not like the stares and Sirius did not push him on that.

So you walked with James hand in yours with Sirius and Remus behind you. As you walked by a store with fancy suits Remus stopped as he looked at a deep red pinstriped suit.

”You like that one Remmy?” Sirius asked with a smile ”lets go in for a fitting” he nudged Remus to the entrance.

You and James sat down on the seemingly expensive, velvet couch as Remus stood awkwardly by the changing boot waiting for the employee and Sirius to return with the suit in the right size. The suit was gorgeous and you couldn’t wait to see Remus is something a little more dressed up than his sweaters, even though you loved them. When he walked out James sucked in a breath and Sirius chuckled.

”Holy shit Moony, you look like a million bucks” a wink was sent toward James before Sirius attention was brought back to Remus. He stepped in front of the mirror and admired the clothing that adorned him.

”It’s really nice...” Remus trailed off and you sensed that he would turn the sentence into something more negative ”but also really expensive” he looked over at James with guilty eyes.

”’S fine Rem, every dime is worth it see you look that dashing”.

The employee made a few adjustments in the waist and over the shoulders and then Sirius walked up and payed.

”Thank you Si” Remus mumbled with a shy smile and a blush over his cheeks.

”You look so incredibly adorable right now” Sirius smiled and smeared a kiss against his cheek.

James nudged you with his hips as you started walking around again.

”Your turn darling, what do you want?”

”Maybe that dress you’ve been eyeing” Sirius chipped in ”the black one, with embroidery”.

You bit your lip at the temptation, but still wanted to hold your ground about not letting them get you stuff. Remus ears perked at the mentioning of the dress.

”I, uh, wouldn’t mind seeing you in that dress” he said and James chuckled.

”See, do it for Rem”.

Your head came down in a nod and James face lit up.

”Atta girl”.

As you inspected the reflection of you in the dress you felt slighlty nervous to walk out to show the boys. Once they saw you in it you’d have a hard time to say no, since Remus had switched side last minute.

”C’mon puppy, wanna see you” Sirius called and you pulled the curtain to the side and stepped out.

Three fully grown men looked at you with wide eyes, looking like Remus did his first time in Honeyduke’s and he saw the displays of chocolate. You felt shy under their gazes and looked down at the skirt of the dress.

”I do like it” you said under your breath and James stood up and walked over to the register to pay. You walked out a little giddier than you’d like to admit with the bag in your hand.

”And to think that we needed to convince you to do this” Sirius said cockily behind you but you just ignored him.

James looked down on his watch to make sure that you still had time for him and Sirius picking out what they’d like for you to wear and get back to the apartment to change. His mind was still used to make timeplans from his Captain days and headboy duties.

The next person to stop by the entrance of a store was Sirius. His eyes lit up at the mannequins outfits and walked right in. You looked back and sighed.

”Oh no”.

Everywhere you looked there was heaps of lace, satin and even some latex, some pieces not being more than what looked like a single thread. Sirius walked around nonchalantly and flipped some of the garments, not quite finding a favorite.

”Prongs help me out will ya? What do you think about her in a maid dress?” He asked, as casual as if he talked about the weather.

”What about Remmy in a maid dress” James whispered and Sirius shivered at the thought.

”You have a very powerful mind Potter, ask if they have it in his size”.

James dashed away to talk to the girl behind the counter whilst Sirius kept browsing. His eyes landed on a lacy bodysuit and he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

”Remus, darling, what do you think of this?” He asked as he picked it off the rack.

”It’s very nice” Remus said with more confidence than you would’ve imagined and you tried to look over his shoulder to see what they wanted to put you in.

The bodysuit had an intricate pattern of flowers and you saw how the cups were made for accentuate the chest. It was almost corset-like and you knew that the boys would either keep you in it forever or rip it off of you the second you put it on. Sirius gave the black one he was holding to Remus and picked up a lavender one, then a red. The boys favorite colors on lingerie.

”Well I think it is decided” Sirius annonunced as he saw the color leave Remus’ face as he saw the lavender one ”we will be getting these”.

”No Sirius, wait, you said one outfit of your choice not three!” You exclaimed.

”Well you are in a relationship with three people so I think it’s only fair that we all get our favorite color, don’t you think?”

You huffed and Sirius walked to James to pay for the four garments whilst you and Remus waited.

It was about to be a long night..

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You Were Maid For This

There is an increasing amount of boys on tiktok in maid costumes, and when someone dressed up as Malfoy in a maid outfit, I had to write this (if you want the video just send an ask and I’ll send you the link). Here we have Fred, George, Harry, Ron, Neville, and Draco. Just a heads up, some of the details are purposefully vague so that the reader can be interpreted as being from any house, in any year, and of any gender, if i trip up or you think there is a way i could improve, please let me know since i finally have asks and submissions enabled

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Whoever decided this was a good idea.... was absolutely fucking correct

It was you, you decided it was a good idea

You darted into the great hall, sat down, and told Colin Creevey to set up his camera and to not be a snitch, and then you waited.

Fred and George came first, and to an onslaught of laughter and a little bit of applause.

Because low and behold, they came in wearing matching maid outfits. 

Pink. Frilly. Fucking. Maid. Outfits.

“We wanna know”, George said as he plopped down on your right, “who thought it would be funny to take all our clothes in the middle of the night and leave us with only THESE!” You stifled laughter by shoving a piece of scrambled egg in your mouth.

Fred tilted his head your way from the other side of you. “You think this is funny, do you love?”

“I find it to be the purest form of comedy.”

“Ugh” came the simultaneous replies, “This has to the fluffiest thing I have ever worn.”

“I don’t know”, laughed Harry, “the cat ears just bring out your eyes so well!”

He got identical middle fingers in response.

“Maybe you should just work with it, not against it” , Hermione interjected her two sickles into the conversation, “try to rock it.”

“Rock it?” They both titled their heads a little to the left.

“It’s a muggle expression, when a person tries to make a style work even if they’re not fond of it.”

“Ah.” Came the reply from your left.

“Maybe we should try to, uhh, rock it.”

You giggled and turned to Colin, “You two have fun with that, in the meantime, would you mind taking a picture, I’d like it for blackmail material.”

“Colin, you take that picture and I smash your camera.” Fred’s threat fell on deaf ears and after the image was pointed out on Colin’s new Polaroid you took the image, fanning it as you slipped 5 knuts into the small boys hand.

In McGonagall’s class, the boys flounced into class and immediately began flirting with the other boys in class.

“Weasley and Weasley, sit down before I turn the dress green!”

“Professor, that would clash with our hair.” A stern look silenced George pretty quick and they both sat down, though after they did McGonagall had to turn around to hide a smile.

Professor Sprout let out a booming laugh when they entered greenhouse four and simply shooed them to their stations. The Dittany plants they had planted into the plant beds saw that the white of their costumes were freckled with brown, but a quick scourgify from Sprout and they were good as new.

She sent them on their way with a comment that they, “look adorable!”

Flitwick couldn’t say much, he fell off his book stack laughing when they walked in and stayed on the floor for half and hour.

Charms class was excused for the rest of the day since their professor couldn’t calm down.

They reconvened with you for study hall in the courtyard looking a little too pleased with themselves.

“I take it people liked them?” You shouted across the yard.

“Yeah, Flitwick couldn’t stay on his stack.” Fred grinned.

“Well, I really must say, you both look very pretty.” They both laughed but you didn’t miss the way their cheeks flushed at this very different compliment.

“Yes, they look very pretty, don’t they”, Malfoy sauntered across the courtyard, “It’s such a manly look for them. Very fitting, since you two are too stupid to get any job outside of being janitorial staff.”

Fred nearly growled and you and George had to pull him to sit back down on the fountain ledge. 

“Don’t worry, he’s next on the list.” You whispered. Identical mops of red hair whipped towards you.

“It was you!” came the in unison exclamations.

“Of course it was me, who else would it be!”

“Y/N!” Fred bemoaned.

“How could you betray us like this?” George was howling like he’d just been stabbed. 

“I wouldn’t call it betrayal, just a bit of fun.”

“How did you even get up to the common room?” Fred was incredulous.

“You should know by now that I know how to get past those charms.”

“Ok, we’ll admit that was pretty funny.” George replied.

“Thank you, I try. Just make sure you don’t tell anyone else yet.”

“Of course. So, where are our clothes?”

“You’ll get them back when I’m finished with the prank. Bye you two.”

You got identical “NOOOOO”s as you left the courtyard.

2 down. 4 to go. 

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                         “Creevey! Same drill as yesterday.” Colin nodded and whipped out his camera to get it ready.

“You might wanna hide for this one, I doubt Malfoy would appreciate you taking his picture in this state.” He promptly ducked under the table until just the lens peeked out above the table. 

Draco stomped into the Great Hall, sat over at the Slytherin table, and huffed as most of Gryffindor let out thunderous laughter. 

“Whoever did this will be on the very unpleasant end of an unforgivable when I find them!” You could barely hear him above the giggles. 

“Mr. Malfoy, I know I did not just hear a threat from you?” McGonagall walked past the table and let out an affronted sound.

“Er-...of course not professor.” She hmphed and walked off.

“I don’t know Malfoy, maybe this could be good for you. This is what you get for making fun of the twins.” Fred and George nodded next to you, still in their outfits from the other day.

“Shut it, Y/Ln. If this was you I swear to Merlin.”

“I will admit to no such thing.”

Draco, unlike the twins, very much did not rock the maid outfit. Flitwick had finally gotten over his laughter and could teach as normal, but Professor Sinestra couldn’t help but let out a chuckle when a very grumpy Malfoy stepped up the astronomy tower with a few Gryffindor students trailing after him, making some rather inappropriate jokes about his backside.

Snape merely grumbled that his costume better not interfere with the lesson and moved on.

“Ok.” Malfoy finally sat down at your table in the library, “I concede, now please give me my clothes back.” 

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.” You said with a sinister grin. 

“Y/Ln!!!!” he groaned. 

“It's not that big of a deal. So you wear a dress. Guys can wear dresses.”

“Doesn’t mean I want to!” he yelled, before being shushed by Pince. 

“You know”, you began to speculate, “I think you’re arguing to deflect because you don’t want to admit that you actually like wearing a dress, even if it’s just a little bit.”

There was only silence in return and you smirked.

“You get your clothes back when I’m done with my prank.”

“Thank you. One more thing.”

“Yeah?”

“Can you change my outfit to be green? Pink is not my color.” 

“I disagree, but fine.”

Halfway done. 

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By day three, many of the boys at Hogwarts held the mild fear that they would be next to have their clothing swapped. 

Creevey had also picked up on the drill at this point.

Ron and Harry were next. 

You knew Harry would at least try to be a good sport. Ron, on the other hand, was a bit more of a wild card and you were a little nervous for his reaction.

“What. The. FUCK!” He whisper shouted when he got to Breakfast, slamming his hands down on the table. Harry chuckled and sat down next to him.

“So we were the next victims, hm.” Fred and George must have told Harry it was you, since he looked you way and playfully glared and stuck his tongue out at you, which you happily returned.

“Mature, Y/N.”

“You started it- wait no, ok now I hear it.”

“I swear to Godric Colin if you take my picture in this I will end you.” Ron snapped as the kid squeaked and ducked down, but the click of the lens appeared nonetheless. 

Harry and Ron went about their classes trying to attract as little attention as possible. Flitwick was used to the skirts at this point and merely smirked and asked the boys to sit down while commenting they should be careful with the lace collar since it was delicate.

During quidditch practice, Harry and the Twins did have a bit of trouble flying with the dress, since some of the other players and onlookers made comments from below. 

“Oi! Stop peeking!” Fred shouted at a third year girl who giggled and scurried off.

Professor Trelawney stared at the two before claiming that the fates told her to advise them to wear a blue dress the next time. 

“Harry told me it was you.” Ron huffed as he slumped down in the grass by the lake near you. Harry sat down shortly after.

“It’s not that big of a deal. Honestly, I think you look cute in it.” Ron blushed at the compliment but didn’t say anything more. 

“I’m guessing we won’t be getting our clothes back for a while?”

“You’re catching on. Only one more day. The last person is tomorrow and then you get your Friday off from wearing it.”

“Oh thank Merlin.” You heard Ron sigh in relief.

1 more person left.

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If we’re being honest you were most worried about Neville. That’s why you wanted him last, so he would only have to deal with it for a day in case it backfired. Also so that Malfoy couldn’t say anything because he would also be wearing his.

Neville kinda just shuffled into the Great Hall, and then darted over to the table where he wolfed down his beans on toast before rushing back out to hide until his next class.

“Neville!” Harry and Ron ran after him, dresses jumping back and forth as they left.

It was doubtful you woulf see anything from them directly, you didn’t share any classes with Neville on thursdays.

Ron and Harry would have to catch you up afterwards.

You met back up with them at dinner.

“You ok, Neville?” He offered a sheepish smile and nodded.

“Harry and Ron said I’d be ok and that no one else could really say anything.”

“Snape just said not to be ‘any more of a nuisance than usual’”, Harry interrupted with a shitty impression, “ Binns was too interested in his fucking textbook to make a comment, McGonagall called the three of us ‘adorable’ and Dean and Seamus keep playing with our ears!” He batted away Seamus’ hand for what probably was the 40th time that day.

“Well, Neville, what did you think?” Eyes turned towards him and he blushed bright red.

“I”, he paused for a second, “it was fun, I guess. It was kind of funny seeing Malfoy in them.”

There was a slight pause, and then.

“I guess I’d do it again. Not the outfit but the dress or skirt. Maybe even the headband. Just not as fuzzy.” Neville looked down and kinda whispered the last part.

“I would too.” Ron, surprisingly was the next to admit it and from there came a round of agreements at Gryffindor table.

“Well if we’re being honest I think that George and I did indeed rock it.” Fred said as he dug into his pot roast

“That you did. If you lot want, we could go to a shop next Hogsmeade weekend, take a look around for some other skirts?”

You got a round of “yes”s and the conversation turned elsewhere.

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“Hey,” Malfoy dropped into the seat next to you during study hall, “ how are you.”

You squinted at him.

“Fine? Why are you being so weird? You’re never nice.”

“Er, well, I mean I was hoping...that maybe... perhaps...”

“Spit it out Malfoy!”

“Could you take me to get a skirt?”

What?

“It’s just, after the first day, I kinda liked the skirt.”

You glared at him for a second.

“Yeah, ok, meet me at Hogsmeade entrance next month and we’ll go. Everyone else is going so play nice.”

He thanked you and left quickly.

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“Well, you all look beautiful if I do say so myself.” You said as they each stepped out of the changing room wearing their skirts. Fred and George twirled around, Harry and Ron did a little dance, Neville jumped around a little bit, and Draco shifted his weight from foot to foot.’

“Well thank you love.” Fred skipped over to you in a plaid circle skirt, “I will say I prefer this skirt to the poofy one in the maid outfit.”

“You like the skirt, huh? You could even say you were maid for it.” You offered with a sly grin

“Why are you like this?”

“Nooo!”

“Shittiest pun ever.”

“Whyyyyy!”

“Please never speak again.”

“I literally hate you right now.”

Well, you win some, you lose some.

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