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littlequeenies · 2 months

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Hello!

What kind of outfits/clothing pieces were a staple in Demri Parrott's everyday wear?

Thanks so much!

Barbara Dearaujo: “Demri was a fashion nut. She loved everything vintage. Victorian style dresses, 70’s stuff, overalls and combat boots. She wore things no one else could even try to pull off without looking like a weirdo but she always seemed to make the weirdest things look cute and cool. I’m pretty sure Demri was one of the girls who started the so-called ‘Seattle Grunge Look’, for girls at least. Demri was not a rocker chick, she totally had her very own style going on that we all secretly wanted to emulate.

In the early 90’s she dressed in all kinds of crazy yet cute clothes, anything retro or vintage. She loved long dresses, skirts, tutus, overalls and Doc Martins, hand-made clothes, she never really wore jeans and t-shirts, it was always something you’d never think of wearing but looked great on her and made you wish you would thought of this type of thing but even if you had it probably wouldn’t of looked as cool on you. She had that tiny little body that looks great in clothes.

She always wore her hair really long like to her butt or longer and she had thick wavy auburn hair. It was usually knotted and dred locked here and there but knotted or not it always looked cool. She wore black nail polish and when she wore make up she used maybe some black mascara and red lips but she didn’t usually wear a lot of make up, maybe except for lipstick when she went out. She was also the first girl I met who used her lipstick to add blush to her cheeks.” [5]

[Spring 1990 - by Krista Kay]

Ryan Kalsbeck: “Layne and Dem had that full on vintage clothing styles mixed with a hippie, new grunge rock twist. Homemade glass beaded long necklaces and bracelets, funky hats, hair sticks. Dem had pink lace and satin knickers that were real and from the 1900s.”

[1992 - By Alison Dyer]

Sherri: “She would always wear the rolled up overalls with black tights. She was so cute and original. Biggest smile, she always lit up the room. Heart of gold!”

[1991 - By Ed Chalfa]

Jacque: “As to her clothing style, it was kind of hippy chick but distinctively Demri.”

[1988 - By Krista Kay]

Kathleen Austin: “Someone once told me she would show up at a club in an outfit and the next night there would be several girls copying it.

She could pull articles of clothing that no one would think to combine and she would look adorable. She once designed a skirt from boxer shorts. I saw it on paper. As far as I know, it never came to fruition.” [6]

[Ca. 1990s - ByJack Plasky]

Shawna Murphy: “I had one of her necklaces ‘Forever’. It was like black cut glass stones, three strands with a gold clasp. She wore a lot of old-timey costume jewelry.” [6]

[Ca. 1990s - By Jack Plasky]

Tracy Johnson: “She did not want to be known as the girlfriend of a rock star and did whatever the hell she pleased but was friendly and personable to everyone she met. She wanted to be a model that’s why there are so many pictures of her posing. One thing that was funny. We were in Canada (canvouver, as we called it) and Dem couldn’t find Layne and was drunk and pissed off. But she has to pee, so we stopped and she walked in this alley, many people were around, and she just squatted and peed, then pulled up her long johns with her tutu tucked in the back of it and started to walk away. She was gonna find him come hell or high water, even with the whole backside of her tutu tucked into her long johns and wearing converse, of course.

A lot of things she wore didn’t go together, like long johns with big baggy overall shorts and a frilly blouse with cowboy boots. It doesn’t make a lot of sense but you would have to know Demri to understand.” [6]

[Summer 1988 - By Randy Hauser]

Hope that helps :)

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twsthc · 9 months

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TWST GENDER AND SEXUALITY HCS

thanks again for submitting stuff on twitter! i tried to include everyones hcs somehow but also keep it true to my own hcs. again this took forever so sorry for any writing/grammar inconsistencies

⚠️ warnings: i typed the word "transmascpilled" with a straight face, light chapter 3 spoilers!!

last updated: oct 6, 2023

HEARTSLABYUL 🥀

Riddle: Unlabled Questioning Asexual, Transfem (she/any)

because of her parents i think her identity was the last thing on her mind

after going to nrc they found out about... expression?! crazy i know

started to cautiously experiment with his identity, but isnt very open about it and is still figuring himself out.

Ace: Cupioromantic Bisexual, Cisgender (he/him)

is always getting "crushes" on people (he cant tell the difference between platonic and romantic love)

after pining for someone for like a week he gets a little "OHHH" moment

asked cater about it, got laughed at, and was directed to the lgbt wiki

despite this he can feel romantic attraction! he just feels very little. is deuce's qpp/possible romantic partner

Deuce: Pansexual, Gender curious (he/him)

hasnt really thought about his identity much but after some research (an Am I Gay Quiz) he realized he was pansexual

still figuring out his gender

type of fellow to say "HIS PRONOUNS ARE THEY THEM" /j

Cater: Queer, Transmasc NB Genderqueer (he/they/any)

@/heartslabyulian on twt explained it better than me but the resistance against his mom and sisters about "being like them" (feminine) is so transmascpilled

also i think theyre just having fun expressing themself like who cares? wear a skirt, dont bind, grow out and dye your hair, use fem terms, literally just go crazy

Trey: Cisgender Bisexual (he/him)

male/nb preference

pretty confident in his identity but isnt opposed to experimentation

SAVANACLAW 🥩

Leona: Unlabled, Intersex GNC Transfemneu (she/him)

lions are one of natures queerest animals

i think he wouldnt care too much about gender presentation

i was inspired by that gay lion in kenya (as well as the real lion king) and have come to the conclusion that leona kingscholar is bisexual (bangs gavel)

Ruggie: Pansexual, Agender/GNC Transfem (he/she/they)

read a fanfiction where ruggie used she/her and i havent been the same

expresses herself how she wants but doesnt really align with any gender

im conflicted if he would be agender or nonbinary SIGH

Jack: Panromantic Asexual, Gender curious (he/him)

still figuring out his gender just give him a minute

sex repulsed ace, hes really uncomfortable w the topic and thought of sex

all he knows is he likes boys alright

OCTAVINELLE 🐚

Azul: Bisexual, Intersex Transfem (she/he)

i think one of the reasons azul wanted us to get that picture from the museum so bad is not only cos hes self consious of his younger self but because he looked "more masculine" and he just really hated it

me when im in a depressed and self conscious competition and my opponent is azul ashengrotto [insert enel one piece shocked face reaction image]

Floyd: Unlabled, Genderfluid (he/any)

doesnt care for labels he just wants to have fun in the sun!!!

type of guy to go "im a boy but a girl but a Man but a pretty princess but also a mud eating warrior but also--"

just like me fr

Jade: Aromantic Asexual, Agender (they/he)

fucking battery

look i get its probably stereotypical to hc the typically "stoic" guy to be triple A but just hear me out: i dont care (also jade isnt even stoic he is such a silly guy!!)

its MY headcanon account and EYE get to choose which anime boy i project on

SCARABIA 🌞

Kalim: Lesbian, Transfem Genderfluid (she/he)

she has lesbian eyebrows okay?

always sliding around from fem to masc, his outfits often reflect how hes feeling

blink and she switches from ultra pink miniskirt sparkly frilly femme girly teengirl into a baggy pants oversized band shirt beanie wearing 7/11 mountain dew big gulp drinking Creature. seriously iconic

Jamil: Bisexual, Nonbinary (they/he)

they dont have time to worry about their identity

he has BILLS to PAY

but seriously they never got the time to do any self reflection when they were younger and after their OB they were able to fully come to terms with and explore their identity

POMEFIORE 👑

Vil: Queer Polyamorous, Genderqueer Transfem (she/her)

said this already on twitter but she/her vil is so real

figured herself out even before NRC

i dont have much to say about pomefiore as a whole tbh like theyre just Gay it just makes sense?

Rook: Pansexual Polyamorous, Agender (they/them)

this is the one hc i will never ever budge on

i cant explain myself. rook is just agender okay.

the panpoly bit is because he sees beauty in everyone and wants to share beauty with everyone (and he wants potential romantic partners to share beauty with each other as well)

Epel: Gay, Trans man (he/him)

also took an Am I Gay Quiz

asked vil about her identity and for advice on finding himself and stuff

he came out to leona as trans during practice and leona was like "okay? me too? now do 30 pull ups?" and epel was so happy

IGNIHYDE 💀

Idia: Bisexual, Nonbinary (he/they/xe/it ++)

i think lilia canonically uses he/they pronouns for gloomurai. im not fact checking this i will just saw someone on twt say it once and choose to believe

probably found out he was bi after playing an otome game

list of neos: xe/it/exe/cy/vi/byte/if/gore

Ortho: Experimenting (he/it/neos)

someone on twitter said ortho was that ""cringe"" baby queer who is constantly changing his identity and trying out different pronouns

and it reminded me of myself when i was 12 and named myself ""moth"" 😭 so its canon now

idia is supportive and uses his heaps of money to buy new pride flags/pins for whenever ortho comes to a new conclusion

DIASOMNIA 🐉

Malleus: Pansexual, Agender (any pronouns)

doesnt care about gender constructs, but in a way thats like "human gender doesnt make any sense so you can perceive me any way you want and it literally will not matter i dont care"

didnt even realize that going by different pronouns and wearing fem clothes was considered to be out of the norm until being introduced to human society

Lilia: Unlabeled, Agender (no pronouns)

again for fae gender isnt a construct as much as it is for human societies

id imagine lilia doesnt really mind using he/him pronouns after learning about those constructs but really doesnt care for them

Silver: Lesbian, Nonbinary (he/him)

when lilia took silver in, lilia didnt want to get too close to him, so lilia just used he/him on silver as a bitter reminder that silver isnt fae (contrary to raising silver without pronouns like he would typically for a fae child like malleus)

but then lilia got attached anyway LOL but the he/him stuck

kalim and silver are nonbinary lesbians in love

Sebek: Questioning, Questioning Nonbinary (he/him...?)

hes like "STUPID HUMANS AND THEIR GENDER" but at the same time is secretly questioning if its okay to use she/her pronouns, wear a wig, and put on makeup

because his dad is a human he got pronouns and grasped the concept of human gender constructs but was also able to experience his moms side of not caring about it

#twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #projecting #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #octavinelle #scarabia #pomefiore #diasomnia #gay anime boys #twsthc

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soapppp · 1 year

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Soap loves feeling pretty. When he was younger and would play with make up and his sisters dance tutus, people whispered that he was probably going to be trans or some kind of cross dresser. Soap cared little for these people and their words, using his pocket money to buy himself more feminine things with his sisters and mother giving him supporting smiles everytime. When he joined the military he stopped completely, not wanting to be belittled or possibly targeted because of his self expression. Gaz was the first person to know about his love of dressing up and looking good after seeing how excited he got when he got a package from his family that held some blush and bright pink lipstick from a brand he apparently loved. Gaz said nothing but later got him some fake eyelashes after asking his queer brother how he could show his support. Soap hugged him so tightly he almost broke a rib. Price found out next after walking in on the two of them doing face routines and noticed Soap had more make up and beauty products then he even knew existed. He just sigh deeply and told them to be ready for a meeting and to not break protocol. Despite that, when they went out of pub crawls together or spent days off in the small Rex room they had, Price would complement or subtly ignore when Soap wore a hit or even a lot of make up. As long as it didn’t interfere with his work, Price was happy to let him emit himself. Alex and Nikolai didn’t bat and eye at him when they came to visit and he was wearing a frilly blue skirt with butterfly themed make up. It was when Alejandro, Rudy and Ghost came to enjoy Price’s birthday dinner that they found out. Soap wore black platform heels with red and blue love hearts and a short black skirt with an obvious red thong and a cropped jumper with the Union Jack flag on it. His make up was simple with big eyeliner and little white lovehearts and blood red lipstick. Rudy told him he looked beautiful, Alejandro gave him a slap on the ass and told him he could make the most beautiful woman in Mexico jealous, and as for Ghost… some took his silence as judgment and gave protective looks at Soap, some took it as him not caring and those who were smart (Price) knew that he was having a crisis as he fell even more in love with his Johnny and probably gave himself some kind of heart attack with how quickly his blood went south. Soap, as always, was keenly aware of how good he looked yet completely obvious to how it affect his LT. Price found it all very amusing.

#john soap mactavish #modern warfare #ghost x soap #captain price #kyle gaz garrick #E-girl Soap #alejandro mw2 #rudolfo parra

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timmburrton · 9 months

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Character Representation: Zero

Name: Noah Meier

From Bern, Switzerland

He // She // They || Gay || 20 {March 20 // Pisces; Death Date: February 13} || 4’11

Occupation: Artist

Appearance: White Short Length Hair Dyed Brown, Carmel Brown Eyes, Ear Piercings, Small Finger Tattoos That Lock Gave Them, Wears a lot of Frilly and Feminine Clothes, Skirts, Dresses, Necklaces, Soft Core, Pastels, Wears Pinks, White and Light Blue

Personality: Soft, Shy, Tiny Baby, Very Soft Spoken, Scared of Everything, Friendly When he Opens up, Very Closed off at First

Likes: Books, Christmas, Red, White, Light Blue and Pink, Paints, Drawing, Drawing Pencils, Color Pencils, Typewriters, Sparky, Oreos

Dislikes: Cars, Being Yelled at, Sports, Running Around too Much, Loud Noises, Most Things Cause She's Scared of Most Things-

Values: Friends and Living; He values being alive and feels like she owes Jack {~} their life {to Sparky's Dismay}. They are very friendly and love people but they just take a little longer to get used to things. They're really shy and soft spoken so people tend to scare them {Especially Loud People}.

Monster Info//Hybrid Info: She is a Ghost {can Phase Through People if not Materialized, Nose Glows red in Full Ghost Form} and Dalmatian Hybrid, Has Black Floppy Ears, Little Blunt Fangs, Spots {They Turn to Moles When in Human Form}, his Nose Glows red When he's Happy

NSFW: Strict Obedient Sub {a Little bit of a Pillow Princess}; Size Kink, Breeding {Receiving}, Nicknames {Puppy, Princess, Angel, etc., Receiving and Giving}, Toys {Receiving}, Collaring {Receiving}, Bondage {Secret Kink, Receiving}, Choking {Secret Kink, Receiving}, Marking {Giving & Receiving}, Praise {Giving and Receiving}, Humiliation/Degradation {Secret Kink, Receiving}, Burning {Secret Kink, Receiving}, Oral {Giving}, Overstim {Secret Kink, Receiving}, Edging {Secret Kink, Receiving}, Pet Play {Puppy Boy, Giving}, Pain Kink {Secret Kink, Receiving}, Gun Play {Secret Kink, Receiving, Wonder Where he got This From 🤔}, Impact Play/Spanking {Secret Kink, Receiving}, Auralism, Public {Secret Kink, Receiving}, Being Recorded/Watched {Secret Kink, Wonder Where she got This one Too-} {They come off a lot as vanilla but secretly like harder kinks and blame Sparky fully for that and might sub drop with harder kinks, SHE MUST TRUST YOU FULLY TO DO ANY HARDER/SECRET KINK}

Relations Within the bot:

Relationship: Unsure, Uninterested {0/?}

Sign off 👻Noah

Faceclaim: @/benjikrol on Instagram

#👻noah.zero #🎥the nightmare before christmas

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noxexistant · 9 months

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cannot describe to you how funny the image of this table on the first class carriage of this train is, featuring a tired businessman in a crisp shirt working on an ipad, a well-dressed father and his son, and Me, with bright ginger hair and a jack kelly shirt and a frilly skirt and elmo shoes and a pink teddy bear shaped pop-it on my equally bright lanyard

#nox.txt #should i be in first class? absolutely not but i’m not leaving until they catch me

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daydreamteardrop · 5 months

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*hisses and throws self indulgent Jack Rose X Reader Fluff at you, that is 100% sleep deprived and Im too tired to remove the ao3 html formatting*

The stage was alight, gold shimmers all over, no fans awaiting him and cheering. Night swan has fled, afterall. The floor was so clean, Jack Rose could see his reflection in it and saw how the sounds of his steps synchronized with his mirror image. The red suit he adored, resting upon himself in a high manner, the only thing that stung in his eyes however was the batch of feathers, decorating his shoulder.His hand reached up, grabbing them and bunching them up in his hand, clutching tightly.

The image of his mother scrutinizing him. She's standing miles above him, laughing as she holds her hand in front of a condescending smirk, feathers falling all around.

Teeth grit, he was about to rip the bush of pink off of his jacket, when he heard heels echoing through the space. He tensed, and stood as he did, hand still in the feathers. The sound got closer and closer, he recognised the sound, not in a negative way.

Eyes averting to the ground he saw the familiar shape of someone he had come to adore, mirror image slightly warped, gold striken, yet nothing - no gold, no glitter, no otherworldly shine, could ever enhance the sun that she already was.

"You look tense…", she started, yet trailed off and he could feel it melt him. The sweet light tone in her voice entered through his ear and reached his heart. He let go of the feathers, hand sinking to his side, no words leaving his mouth. She stood next him, followed his gaze to their mirror images on the shiny golden floor.

It's been over five weeks since Night Swan had fled. The tower was as empty as it could be, yet people…visited him. He wasn't lonely, though he preferred to visit the others. The woman next to him, Y/N, she and Sara were from a different universe altogether, yet unlike Sara, Y/N didn't like to leave the danceverse. Always saying she preferred it here, she had nothing to lose. Sara also loved the danceverse, yet was more prone to frequent visits, than basically almost living here. Jack wished Y/N just lived here fully.

She started swaying a little and her frilly and upbeat skirt flowed with her. He swallowed hard. Finally, he opened his mouth to speak.

"What brings you here?", he tried to sound suave, his voice almost never betrayed him. He was a born performer afterall.

"I was just wondering how you're doing."

"How so?"

They were still looking at each other's reflections.

"Brezzianas beach party…you missed it."

"Right." He forgot. Too occupied in his own sorrow, perhaps.

"Is there a reason you didn't go?"

"No, to be completely honest with you, I merely forgot."

She giggled a bit at that. He raised his eyebrow and snickered. "You're not there either."

"Well…it felt off without you."

Felt off without you.

It rang in his head, like a loud BANG that you would hear from a large bell falling. Gut churning and butterflies rising. How can he help it though? When he first saw her, stood next to the others of the crew, a little shy and timid, yet when she had started dancing, there was an energy to her, drawing him in.

Maybe you could call it love at first dance. At least he did so in his head.

Only laughing at her statement, she lightly shoved her elbow against his. "What's so funny?"she was smiling at herself.

"Nothing, it's just…I'm so important that I'd be missed at a party?"

"I was hoping we could dance together."

"Her dances are a lot more workout than a typical waltz."

"I cant waltz, I don't mind doing workout dancing. And with you there it's like icing on the cake."

"Not in this suit."

She laughed again and that's when he finally averted his eyes and looked at her. Her eyes were squinted due to her smile, her pretty face a little reddened in a blush and he did his best to not turn red himself.Their gazes met and her expression did not change.

“You can't waltz? He asked, sounding appalled.

“No, not really, might sound off, but I have two left feet when it comes to dances like waltz.”

“I don't believe that.”

“Well, you have to.”, Y/N giggled.

Dark gloves suddenly meet a pale one and Y/N looks down. Jack grabbed her hand and pulled her closer. They have touched hands before, several high fives exchanged, why did she look startled? Why was his heart beating faster?

“No…no no no no…”, she laughed nervously, “...you're not gonna teach me that now.”

“And why won't I?”, his hands have already claimed positions, one at her waist the other one holding her hand.

"Because I don't want to miserably fail in front of you and on a stage!", she laughed, a nervous tone clearly visible and Jack laughed.

"What do you mean, "and on a stage"? There is now audience."

"But its still on a stage, you know?!"

They both laughed, Y/Ns nervousness was clear, but Jack somehow found it adorable. She was still in his hold and despite the hesitance to learn that traditional dance. He got an idea.

"Stand on my feet."

"Huh?? But-...your shoes!"

"Come on, just stand on them.", after saying that he pulled her a bit closer, trying to get her on his feet himself. But with a nervous laugh she did as he asked, and her shoes atop of his and Jack now in control of their movement. After making sure he was steadily holding her up, he started with the simple stepping pattern of the waltz. Box step being as far as he could go with her on his feet she slowly started to giggle. He continued swaying them like that for a while, observing her. Y/N looked down at their feet basically the whole time, sometimes her lips would purse in concentration despirte him doing all the work, her lashes were so long, he didn't notice it before. Being this close to her gave him that chance, to get another good look at the woman who stole his heart.

As if moving on their own, his feet broke the step pattern and started to just spin them around. Effectively creating a freestyle that would definitely look weird to outsiders looking in, but how good there weren't any. This tickled all the gorgeous laughs out of her.

"Is this still waltzing?" she almost shouted that laughter talking mix. A deep chuckle left his own lips, but he didnt awnser, merely getting caught up in the moment, gloved hands grasped her tightly and lifted her into a princess carry to then freely spin her around.

"Ja-hahaha!! Jack!!", her cheeks were blossoming with color besides the glowing white, he could feel his own do the same.

When he finally slowed down with a small stumble, he still held Y/N, both still laughing. His hand felt warm on Y/Ns back and one of hers was braced against his chest, the other one around his neck. She was the first to regulate her breathing, having done less work after all, and she thought about changing the placement of her hands, despite knowing she wouldn't be able to bring herself to, maybe she could indulge in the moment for a while longer.

He was still panting a little when looking down at her, realizing his cheeks hurt from smiling. That was an odd feeling to him. Of course he has felt it more often since he has made his new friends, but this smile here, with her, it felt even wider. “So? Can't waltz, huh?”

“You did all the work.”

He merely shrugged and let out a breathy laugh. Y/N couldn't help but giggle too.

“I should probably put you down.”

“Oh…right.”, but at that moment she decided she was stubborn. Her arms wrapped around his neck, heat rising to his cheeks, but he quickly startled all together, because she suddenly made herself feel very heavy. Like a toddler during some sort of protest. Holding onto her, he struggled a little to stay upright on his legs.

“Wh-what is this you're doing?”

Y/N only laughed and after another minute of just feeling him struggle, she lifted the weight from his arms and stopped challenging gravity. “Sorry.”, it was sheepish, she enjoyed this too much. And Jack set her down, shaking his arms as if to wake them up.

“Thats how you repay me for teaching you how to waltz?”

She belted a laugh. “You can see it like one of those trust fall tests?”

“Right.”, he laughed himself, his arms might have a burden less on them, but they missed how they perfectly fit against her body, like puzzle pieces. Sudden emptiness washing over both limbs. But her own smile hardened a little, turned serious.

“So…why did you really not come to the party?”

And his eyes widened. Was he always an open book? No, only to her. Her gaze pierced right through that performer persona, seeing the weeping traumatized boy beneath it. Lips pressed into a thin line, he first tried to think of a lie but knew it was pointless.

“...I was too busy moping, I suppose.”

Her face changed again, the hardened smile turning into sympathy.

“And I think you can guess because of what.”

She hummed in response to that, looking a bit lost in thought, as to what to do? To say? He didn't know either, only that he was embarrassed about still being hung up on his mother having fled after a raging defeat. But she remembered what he seemed to almost do before she arrived and moved to complete the job. Or she at least tried. Naturally shaky hands gripped the suspenders that held the array of feathers against his shoulders and Jack's eyes widened in shock, though she quickly figured out that she was somehow not able to pry the button and buckle apart and only grew frustrated. Jack smiled at her puffed cheeks and placed his hand over hers, undoing the suspenders with no issues. The feathers almost fell, but Y/N caught them and pulled them off his shoulder herself.

As soft as the feathers were, she only let herself marvel at the feel for a second before throwing it onto the empty space where a crowd would be.

“A fan of yours would have died to catch this just now!”, she laughed.

“Yeah, yeah. I'll probably pick it up later.”

“I guessed as much. I would have too.”

“My outfit looks empty now.”, his hand unconsciously met his shoulder, not used to there being nothing. And Y/N looked dumbstruck at that.

“uhm…we can trade jackets?”

“I doubt your short cut cardigan will fit me, but I suppose…”, he did think taking his suit jacket off might help the outfit. Having always had to keep an eye on his appearance he's quick to pick apart his outfit, knowing he needed to look presentable. When he shrugged the jacket off, he was left in his dark purple dress shirt whose sleeves were folded neatly barely above his elbow, the satin shined in the lighting. Looking up at Y/N he found her eyeing him, especially the tattoo on his right arm.

“I've had this since a rebellious phase in my teen years.”

“Oh! Uh…”, that snapped her out of the trance that seeing him shrug the jacket off put her in. Was she…enjoying the view? “So? Do you feel lighter? How is Jack Rose?”

“I do feel lighter, but what do you mean with, how “Jack Rose” is?”

“Well, I'm asking Jack Rose how he's feeling. Not Jack Swan.”

She said it so nonchalantly. So calmly. The gentle smile gracing her face again, and god, how can one person have so many different smiles? His facade broke down more. “Jack Rose is…happy to be where he is right now.”, he pretended to ignore the way his voice cracked.

“I'm glad.”, stepping closer, Y/N pressed him into a quick hug and released him again. Then she spoke again. “We're all super excited to have you with us. Who knows what would've happened, had you not joined our side. Never are we gonna condemn you for your past, it happened already afterall!”

She gestured a little wildly with her arms, to put even more emphasis on her statements, their gazes locked. “What counts is now and if I'm gonna be honest, I couldn't be happier to know this present Jack Rose.”

His head screamed at him to not act irrational, yet this was his last straw in a way. His heart was filled to the brim - more than that - it was overflowing, bursting, cracking and leaking all at once. Jack's hands reached out to cup her cheeks, as he pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss. His hold loosened and then tightened again when she reciprocated afterall. And so they stood there, kissing, on a brightly lit stage, their only audience being each other and their hearts pounding out of their chests. When they finally pulled apart, he whispered an I love you, and she teared up.

“I love you too.”, she whispered back.

#daydreaming...posts #just dance 2023 #jd jack rose #jack rose

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soniasimaginatonforest · 2 years

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English is not my first language so sorry for any mistake.

What about taking the kid servants (like jack,abigail and nursery rhyme) either trick or treating or to a haunted house.

Have a nice day/night.

Thanks for sending I hope you enjoy!

It had become a tradition in Chaldea to each year host a trick or treat event for the younger servants or any servant who wanted to participate in a human custom.

Three young servants were trying on their costumes for the event.

‘What are you dressed as?’ Nursery asked the other little servant.

‘Mommy said I am a vampire!’ Jack said showing off her costume.

It was a white fancy shirt with a black cape and a black frilly skirt completed with fake teeth.

‘I look good don’t i?’ she continued proudly. ‘What are you dressed as Nursery?’

‘A fairy!’ The other servant replied.

She was dressed in a pink dress similar to her regular one completed with her hat, with the only difference a pair of fake wigs in her dress.

‘Looks pretty!’ Jack commented. ‘Where is Abby though?’

‘I don’t know. She said she is getting her outfit ready and would meet up with us.’

Suddenly all the lights in the corridor went off.

It was getting cold and smoke covered everything.

The two servants when in fight mode.

Steps were heard from ahead of them.

‘Calm down guys. It’s me.’

The lights went back on revealing Abigail in her uncapped form completed with a nun costume.

‘That’s cheating Abby!’ Jack complained. ‘You are using your uncapped form to look scarier!’

‘But aren’t we getting more candy if we look scarier?’ Abby reasoned. ‘So we all benefit from that!’

‘She has a point.’ Nursery added.

‘True. But please don’t actually scare anyone Abby.’

‘I won’t.’ She said with a smile. ‘let’s get those candies now!’

The three young servants walked forward with a smile.

#fate series #fate grand order #imagines #nursery rhyme (fate)#jack the reaper #fate jack the ripper #abigail williams

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hhawks · 3 years

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no bc shoto is the biggest closet perv i've ever seen. he's so quiet, all subdued smiles and gentle eyes when he looks at you, but god if you don't make his dick rock hard every time you bound around him in short shorts and frilly skirts that just barely cover your ass. you're torturing the poor boy, flustered every time you press your tits against his chest in a hug, your voice sugar sweet in his ear.

and maybe you know, you know what it's doing to him and you love it. love how you leave your panties on the top of your laundry pile, watching him dip into your room for just a second and suddenly you're left wondering out loud, did anyone see my panties? the pink ones? and he thinks you don't notice when he presses his lips together in a tight line. he thinks you'd consider it a coincidence that every time you're lounging in the living area in your bra and booty shorts he's excusing himself to his room, double locking it.

he jacks off with your panties wrapped around his cock, loose enough that the lace is suffocatingly teasing on his flushed tip, or his nose buried where your pussy rests, desperate for the scent of you. he knows it's wrong- frankly, he's ashamed, but he keeps doing it. he imagines him cumming in them, creamy white painted over the baby pink, and making you wear them. he groans at the thought of your pussy covered in his cum, imagines how pretty you'd look, flushed and embarrassed with his seed dripping down your legs.

he cums with your name on the tip of his tongue, just a little too loud. he prays you didn't hear, that you had your earphones in, or the walls caught his mistake for him, but you do. you hear him and you smile, and you wait patiently for your underwear to return in your drawer, uncharacteristically folded and smelling like his fabric softener.

#shoto x reader #shouto todoroki #shouto x reader #shoto todoroki smut #shouto smut #hera loves shoto #i don't know what came over me #i'm gonna go watch mugen train now #hera is h word #shoto baby <3 #writing tag #.top

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sukirichi · 3 years

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request: SWIMSUIT SHOPPING WITH JJK CHARACTERS — (yuuji, megumi, and gojo satoru ver!)

notes: i’ve reached a point in hell of no return, help 😩 anon knows exactly what she’s talking about and i’d be more than honoured to add on to this concept

warnings: nsfw content such as public sex, overstimulation, degradation, manhandling, oral sex (f and m receiving), road head, and slight cumplay (nsfw under the cut!) + this is unedited/not proofread,

(all minor characters are aged up)

masterlist ! requests are open

ITADORI YUUJI

he’s a pretty innocent boy

in a way that he’s not always dirty minded instead of him totally being...well, inexperienced

so when you ask him if he can come with you pick a swimsuit, he happily agrees

he loves going shopping with you and is extremely patient even if you take half an hour in just one shop

he’d happily carry your bags for you

seriously, this man is so low maintenance, he’s not going to ask for anything else or whine that you’re taking too long or that he’s hungry

he’s REALLY really patient and supportive of you

and even though he’s not an expert in women’s fashion, he’ll honestly give his opinions if he thinks a dress or shoe looks good on you or no

he might also remind you just how convenient your outfit would be on the event you plan to use it t

but this time, it’s a different case because you’re buying a swimsuit

now, yuuji’s seen you naked before so it’s nothing new to him anymore, but the moment he walks inside the swimsuit shop with all types of frilly bras and colorful pieces, he’ll immediately duck his head down in respect

he’s pretty fidgety the whole time

if you bring up a certain red polka dot bikini in front of your clothed body, tilting your head to the side innocently to ask, “how about this?”

yuuji’s brain will fry right then and there

he can imagine just how great you’d look in it, but he doesn’t want to be rude or too obvious so he’ll just nod and go,

“yeah, babe, that’d look great on you!”

he’s pretty silent the whole time, but really, all the blood’s rushed to his cock already

the whole drive back, yuuji is already so sensitive and clenching his jaw with his hands firmly gripping the steering wheel while you sit next to him, hiding your smirk

you almost want to laugh at how flustered he is, but he’s trying his best not to show it

but you’re not that bad, and so you ask him to pull over because the tent in his pants looks so uncomfortable and you doubt he’ll be patient enough to jack off in the bathroom when you both go back home

he’s confused at first, glancing over you with worry

“why, what’s wrong? did you want to go somewhere else?”

“no,” you laugh, pushing your hair back into a makeshift ponytail

and THAT has yuuji driving recklessly and swerving real fast and furious style because he knows what’s about to happen next

despite his eagerness, he’s still concerned about you, breathing heavily as you lean over your seats and start to unzip his pants

“a-are you sure about this? you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,”

poor baby is already shaking the moment your nails rake over his thigh, your breath just ghosting over his clothed erection which is already damp with pre-cum

this makes you hum in agreement because yes of course you’re sure

you had a feeling yuuji would be turned on with this little escapade anyway, but you didn’t think he’d be this needy already

now it’s time for you to relax your throat and prepare yourself because yuuji is THICK

safe to say, all your arrogance is gone the moment you choke on his length, his big hands helping you keep the hair away from your face

meanwhile, yuuji is messily thrusting his hips up to your mouth, enjoying the way you just feel so warm around him

“f-fuck, baby, feels so good. i can imagine you already in that flimsy material, you’d be so pe-perfect, fuuckk.”

your chest swells with pride, always having been weak when it comes to his praising

once he reaches his high and paints your face white, yuuji lazily pulls you closer to him to kiss you, moaning when he tastes himself on your lips

you only giggle at how romantic he is even when your hands are still stroking his softening cock, and yuuji shudders a bit at the gesture

because he’s been such a great and supportive boyfriend today, you swipe at the cum near your lips, which makes yuuji’s eyes darken when you collect it with the tip of your tongue

then, as innocently as you could bat your eyelashes at him, you grin,

“would you like to see me wear it tonight? just for you?”

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

PLEASE HELP THIS BOY

“gumi, can you come shopping with me tonight? there’s a pool party this weekend with my friends and i need a new swimsuit.”

he wants to say yes because duh

but he also wants to say no because he’d rather not walk around in public with a raging erection

and we all know megumi is big, like come on, he’s toji’s son

like yuuji, i don’t think megumi is that perverted either, but he’s still a teenage boy with raging hormones

he may have more control over himself than yuuji, but he knows his limits

a swimsuit is honestly so innocent — it’s not even half as tempting as when you surprised him with a white lingerie set (which resulted you two in not getting out of bed the whole weekend lmao) so he wonders why the hell he’s so nervous

eventually he convinces himself that going with your girlfriend while she shops for a swimsuit isn’t anything new and it’s just a “normal couple thing” so bedgrudingly, he sighs and agrees

which he immediately regrets the moment you head straight for the skirtinis

there’s so much to choose from, and his eyes widen at the absurdity of how there’s so many designs and patterns

i feel leki megumi is a cheapskate, so he’ll be more focused first on criticizing the price tags before looking at you

“25 dollars for this...thing?”

he’ll shake his head in disapproval, but then straighten up when he sees you frown

“i think it looks cute. don’t you like it?”

you push up a frilly pink skirtini, the shade a soft pastel one that just looks so innocent and cute on you

it doesn’t help that you’re gazing up at him under your lashes either, a small pout on those kissable lips

he admits it does look cute, even cuter because you’re the one wearing it, but he still doesn’t like the price lmao

or at least...not until he’s seen you wearing it

once you’ve both gotten home, megumi heads straight to the kitchen because he’s been so parched (he won’t tell you that he’s been subconsciously swallowing his saliva the whole time, showing him material by material until it all gets suspiciously thinner and more revealing)

he doesn’t like limiting you or telling you what to wear, either, so he just follows you like a lost puppy, careful to note stare too much at anything to not make anyone uncomfortable

but then he goes back to your shared room, just about ready to call it a day since you sure did take your sweet time, and he sees you strutting in your underwear in front of the mirror

megumi freezes at the door like a lagging npc LMAO

“...y/n?”

you smile, turning to him as if he hadn’t just caught you checking yourself out, which he doesn’t blame you for because you look absolutely stunning in it

the skirt just hides the supple flesh of your thighs, but really, he’s more stunned at how your ass looks so perky in that skintight material

megumi looks away, flushed, running a hand through his hair because he’s too much of a gentleman to outright say he finds you so sexy in fear it would sound weird

but you take his sudden aversion something else, and you wrap your arms around yourself a little consciously, voice turning small

“does it look bad on me?”

he immediately picks up on how small you’ve made yourself, his eyes snapping to yours

“no, you look amazing! why would you think that?”

you pout, “you suddenly looked away. it felt like you don’t really like it.”

at this point, megumi is such a blushing, stuttering mess, approaching you carefully with his words stll stumbling over one another

“that’s not true,” he sighs, rubbing his hands on your bare arms, finally letting himself loose and shamelessly staring at how your breasts are just right under him, waiting to be touched

the tension in the room begins to thicken, and you shiver when his hands trail down your hip before squeezing the flesh almost possessively

“beautiful,” he’d murmur almost absentmindedly, and by the time you’re practically melting in the heat of his gaze, megumi just goes ‘fuck it’ and straight out kisses you

he’s gentle though

he knows you felt insecure and so he wants to take his time with you, touching you in places he knows you liked, curling his fingers in just the right spot that has you seeing stars

he doesn’t do anything that would make your body shake, but it still feels good — a lot more like lovemaking

and it is

he wants you to know he loves you and that you’re the most beautiful being ever in his eyes

megumi will kiss you starting from your calves and up to your belly, where he hovers for a minute before changing his mind and diving back down to where you want him the most

small, kitten licks in your core that has you dripping in his tongue, your hands fisting his hair

megumi doesn’t stop telling you how pretty you look just like that, loosing yourself in the pleasure he’s giving you

he doesn’t neglect your breasts; one of his hands reaching up to softly pinch the beaded nipples which has you riding and humping his face even more

megumi buries his face in your heat in that moment, his nose bumping your clit every now and then, and you feel so beautiful with how he can’t seem to get enough of you

he knows this just by the way you clamp down on his tongue, sweet juices coating his lips and he drinks it all like a starved man

“cum for me, sweet girl,” he coaxes, his thumb pushing your lips open as he watches you come undone for him

“that’s right — fuck — you’re so gorgeous, so perfect, just mine.”

and just when you think he’s had enough, megumi only flips you until your core is right on top of his face, his large hands merciless as he pushes your hips forward and backward on his tongue

similar to before, you and megumi stay in bed all day long with him going round per round, never getting tired of making you feel good until you’re just laying spent on your bed, juices flowing out of your abused core

you push megumi away when his fingers slide in your inner thigh

but no he’s not quite done with you yet

“no,” he growls softly, pushing your hands away and pinning you under his weight. “i’m not stopping until you finally see yourself the way i see you. so divine, so ethereal.”

your body is something he’ll never get tired of worshipping

you’re hella tired

but hey who are you to complain

you only wish megumi hadn’t ruined your swimsuit with your cum, but after a promise that he’ll jsut get you another one, you lose yourself to another mind blowing orgasm

GOJO SATORU

let’s be real here

you know EXACTLY what you’re asking for the moment you dragged him into a swimsuit shop

you don’t even bother asking him if he wants to go anymore because gojo being gojo, he’ll be whiny about it, saying you could just surprise him the moment you get home

to which you roll your eyes and say, “this isn’t for you, gojo.”

hah, but anything that is yours is his, and your body is definitely his

gojo is nothing but bored

he wants to go home already and just fuck you already, and he’s getting on your nerves so you threaten that you’re not letting him touch you for a whole week if he doesn’t shut up and accompany you for once

it’s not that gojo is mean and unsupportive of you, he’s just so horny in that moment he can’t think straight

but he also really, really likes touching you so the big man just pouts and crosses his arms

sighing loudly and rather dramatically

it only takes a few seconds before gojo straightens up, peeking under his blindfold when you pick up a plain black bikini with the top knotted behind your neck

it’s not really your style though, so you’re about to move to another design when gojo whines

“wait, why not that one? it would look great on you.”

ofc you know i’ll look great on you, but it’s not your favorite, and it’s fun to tease gojo so you shrug nonchalantly, picking up a dark blue legsuit instead

gojo absolutely LOSES it

man takes off his blindfold just to glare at the material as if it offended him

“babe, what the fuck is that?”

“it’s a legsuit, perfect for scuba diving. plus, it protects my skin from the sun. i wouldn’t want a sunburn.”

the way gojo laughs is so cocky you consider choking him with the suit

“that’s what you have me for?” he points to himself incredulously, “i’ll put the sunblock all over your body babe, you don’t even have to worry about that.”

“please. i’d already be stripped down to my birthday suit before you even get to open the bottle,” you scoff, muttering under your breath, “damn fucking horny guy can’t keep his thing inside his pants.”

however, this doesn’t faze gojo

“and what’s so wrong with finding my girlfriend so sexy and hot i want to fuck her all the time?”

honestly what the hell were you thinking, assuming that you’d one-up gojo when this man would always be superior when it comes to being dirty LMAO he is just so shameless

but whatever, you ignore him, heading to the checkout with a self-assured smile

gojo trails behind you, his anger radiating off of him so strongly you can feel it

“y/n.”

“y/n, you can’t even swim. don’t fuck with me and say you’re buying that to ‘scuba dive.’”

“what, so i can’t learn now?”

“just buy the black bikini. it looks great on you.”

“i told you already, i’m not buying that and wearing it for you. i only dragged you here because i need someone to carry my bags.”

you know what happens to brats?

they get punished.

and that’s exactly what happens

gojo grabs your wrist rather roughly back to where you’ve left the black bikini, and not only does he shove it to your chest, commanding you to wear it, but he also shoves you in the nearest dressing cubicle

next thing you know, gojo has his palm over your mouth as he pounds into you from behind, absolutely railing you to the point tears are flowing down your cheeks

“look at you — not so bratty now, are we? you’re just a slut for my cock, aren’t you, sweet girl?”

gojo lifts one of your legs up in the crook of his arm, forcing you to look at the way your pussy greedily sucks him in in front of the mirror

you’re so wet that the squelching of your pussy, along with the slapping of skin, resonates in the cramped space

you reach behind gojo and move away from his hand, gasping breathily while your breasts bounce

“gojo, ah, shit — we might get caught.”

“do i look like i give a fuck, baby?”

no, he doesn’t. and he proves this by pushing you down by the back until your cheek is squished against the mirror, your ass pressed against his pubic bone

with the way gojo’s hips are angled and his long cock is hitting places only he can reach, you no longer care about people finding you in this position

your mouth is open, eyes rolling at the back of your head and drool even begins to slide from your lips

this makes gojo laugh, two of his fingers rubbing against where you two are connected to gather your wetness before shoving it into your mouth

“shut the fuck up, you slut.”

gojo’s large hands then comes up to grab and squeeze your hips roughly; you think he’ll leave bruises there or marks in the shape of fingers

he’s basically using you as his fucktoy now, paying no mind to how you’re crying from how he’s hitting in so deep and fast

your body just transcends into a different dimension

you’re fucked out, crying and begging for him to go slower

“gojo — baby — p-please, a little more gentle, ah, fuck.”

“what was that?” he teases, bending forwards to nip at your ear. the sudden shift in angles has the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, and you immediately clench around his cock.

gojo taps your lips when your eyes shut close from the exhaustion, barely able to comprehend anything else other than the familiar coil deep in your belly

“i couldn’t hear you, princess. speak louder.”

“slower, please,” you beg, placing your sweaty palms flat on the mirror in an attempt to hold onto something. “too much, satoru, t’much.”

poor you, his baby looks so tired and fucked out

with a sarcastic sigh, he kisses the pads of your shoulders, then bites the knot of your black bikini until the material falls to the ground

your breasts are now free from its confines, and his rough hands reach to fondle them

you expect him to grip it possessively like how he always does, but instead, he massages them with tender care, whispering sweet nothings in your ear

one of his hands reach over to where your hands are, looping it through your fingers while his thrust slows down

he forms a tantalizing pace of hitting deep before pulling out in a such slow, torturous fashion then slamming back in until he bottoms out in one thrust

it’s dirty, lewd, and still very much wrong — but it feels so right and it’s rare that gojo ever listens to you so you find it romantic

gojo isn’t the least bit apologetic when you’re both kicked out from the shop

because in the end, he won, and he holds your shopping bag with the cum-stained black bikini proudly all the way back to his car

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dreamcatcherrs · 3 years

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what catches their eyes/attracts them?; mcyt x reader

+ this is in no way factual information, only my very weird and specific opinions :)

dream:

free-spirited people

someone who isn't afraid to speak their mind

confidence, to a certain extent

someone he can be loud with

someone who will wake up in the middle of the night with him to go on a car drive to nowhere

the colour blue (dnf👀)

clean and fresh-looking clothes

satin fabric

big height difference

the smell of citrus fruits

large smiles

silver jewellery

small hands

smart people who aren't afraid to show it

george:

calm, laid back people

someone quiet, but still able to have a laugh

very friendly vibes - even when first meeting them

the colour blue (literally the only interesting colour he's able to see lol)

bright eyes

lip gloss

flower print

slightly shy people who are actually easy to interact with once you start a conversation with them

pastel-coloured nails, not too long

pink-tinted lips

ponytails

the smell of vanilla

puppy eyes

sapnap:

energetic people

someone who can hype up their friends no matter the situation

the colour red

like, a bloody red

soft skin

full lips

loose shirts over skin-tight tops

when shoelaces have a different colour on each shoe

corsets

a very subtle scent of perfume

thigh highs

someone who just wants to enjoy life with the people they're surrounded by

badboyhalo:

large, bright smiles that spread up to your eyes

freckles

button noses

rose-gold jewellery

french manicures

bangs

slightly shy people

genuinely sweet people

not the fake type that talks shit about people behind their backs and then will compliment them a few seconds after

someone who when they enter a room feels like a breath of fresh air to everyone else

someone completely selfless

the smell of lavender

shiny hair

technoblade:

people who aren't afraid to take the lead

glasses

intellectual people

like, for example people who know a lot of random stuff from a bunch of different things that they're interested in

or also just book smart people

slightly clumsy people (finds it cute)

gold jewellery

someone with some mystery to them

refreshing scents, like clean laundry or shampoo

cat eyes (eyeliner)

wilbur soot:

long legs

chokers

shy people

someone who gets flustered easily

glasses + thin bangs

the colours brown and beige together

baggy, comfy clothes

the smell of newly baked cookies

beanies

the kind of person that makes him feel like he can always talk to them - someone he can feel safe with

birth marks

accents

jschlatt:

smart people

the way they speak is just so clean without even noticing

fox eyes

people who aren't afraid to wear sweatpants in public

generally just someone who isn't afraid to do, say and wear whatever they want

someone who stands for what they think and have the balls to say it when needed

nose rings

simple yet flattering pieces of jewellery

long nails

someone who he can stay up all night with and never get tired of them

high heels

hip dips

corpse husband:

fishnets, of course

someone who give 0 fucks about what everyone else thinks of them

unique people

wether that be physical features or straight up the personality, it draws him in

chokers

chunky, black sneakers or boots

someone who can make him happy without even trying

a positive aura for the most part

as in he doesn't want to be surrounded by someone who’s negative or dragging everyone else down with them

the colour yellow

rings - lots of them

karl jacobs:

a walking ray of sunshine, basically

tbh, karl has a couple of things in common with what corpse is attracted to;

positive energy, uniqueness and rings

a palette filled with bright colours

like, almost rave style colours

that could be clothes, makeup, hair, nails, accessories

chunky, white shoes

selfless people

someone who as each day goes by becomes more charming to him

he likes the smell of candles from bath and body works, as we all know

the colour purple

skeppy:

big eyes

someone who’s able to make him laugh without even trying

tooth gaps

someone who has very playful, innocent vibes to them

and someone who can take jokes and pranks

people who walk confidently

the smell of strawberries

long eyelashes

someone who collects things others usually wouldn’t

someone who is very respectful to others

a mix between really comfy clothes and really feminine clothes

fundy:

someone who comes across as “different” than others

and don't you dare think of ✨I’m not like other girls✨ (I know you did -_-)

he just thinks people who think and act very different than others are very interesting

beauty marks

nicely shaped eyebrows

someone who finds mystical things interesting

fox eyeliner (yes, I put this in here because: furry)

someone who has unusual, yet surprisingly good taste in music

people who are constantly warm

red lips

the colour light brown, almost beige-like

quackity:

someone who gets his humour

someone like him, but more quiet and slightly shy

especially when on screen in front of an audience

sliver necklaces

the smell of flowers

dark, extreme eyeliner

loose clothes

freckles

piercings

someone who teases others and who can handle to be teased by others

the colour dark blue

punz:

the colour grey

a fresh fashion sense

yet still very comfortable fits

messy buns

someone who he just knows will be a cool person before he even talks to them

someone who just has that kinda vibe, y’know?

glossy lips

independent people

someone responsible and caring to others

tattoos

navel piercings

awesamdude:

cropped jackets

the colour neon green

hair put up in a bun

someone with a free nature

someone who is a complete wild card

like, someone who will jump over a fence just to get closer to a bunny they think they saw on the other side of it

loose strands of hair

clear nail polish

cargo pants

the smell of chocolate

slimecicle:

people who have comfort items

someone who knows random facts that no one else usually knows

people who have a unique way of thinking

passionate people

and when they talk about what they’re passionate about, they talk for hours

shorter hair

sweet and nutty scents

natural beauty

fluffy hair

honest people

but not brutally honest

the smell of coconut

eret:

eye glitter/shimmer

silky clothes that shine in the moonlight

platform boots/heels

long, flowy dresses

someone who does whatever they want

and who doesn't like being told what to do by others

the colours pink and dark purple

the smell of the ocean

someone who already knows how to live their life

stretch marks

foolish:

low-cut jeans

someone very silly who knows how to have a good laugh

someone very supportive of their friends

curtain bangs

long-sleeved sweatshirts

someone who loves food

puppy eyes

straight, white teeth

someone who is willing to help others in need

someone who doesn't talk badly about others behind their back

someone who knows what they want

jack manifold:

confidence

white, wide-legged pants

the colour light blue or just pure white

people who are very easy-going and fun to be around

someone who can fit into and understand anyones humour

an open-minded person who likes to hear from other people’s point of views when they have a different opinion than them

butterfly patterns

crop tops

oversized t-shirts

hair beads

tommy:

people who are just as loud as him

and at the same time knows when to be serious

the colours yellow and grey

people who are kind to everyone

creative eyeliner

fluffy hair

people who can get so lost in their own world, they almost forget about their surroundings

colourful accessories

someone who isn't afraid to be who they are

someone who has many passions and loves to talk about them

oversized hoodies

tubbo:

hoodies layered over skirts or dresses

frilly socks

people who are very adventurous, and wants to make their life as interesting as possible!

someone who can help him overcome some of his fears

charm bracelets

cute habits

the colours yellow and orange

dimples

the smell of almond milk and honey

people who twirl their hair unknowingly when bored or unfocused

ranboo:

someone who looks intimidating at first (he thinks people like that are cool as fuck)

but then is, like, the sweetest person he’s ever met

loves someone who can speak fluent sarcasm, just like him

he likes sass

glassy skin

fingerless gloves

people who act cocky for the fun of it

but actually don’t care about winning or losing or proving anything

simplistic earring placements

people who have hidden talents, and the more you get to know them, the more talents are revealed

people who don't gossip

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babyhailey564 · 2 years

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“AHHH!” Jack Turner ran off, snickering as the girl he’d just pranked turned a deep red and hastily pulled her skirt back up. Okay, it was probably a little immature a prank for an 18 year old to be pulling, but it was also probably the most harmless one he does. He grimaced when he remembered taking a dump in an air vent a couple of years ago, resulting in a suspension when someone ratted him out. Pulling girls skirts down was much easier to get away with.

He stopped running when he noticed everyone around him was frozen. They weren’t glaring at him like they usually did when he pulled a prank. They were just frozen, doing whatever they had been before. “What the hell?” he whispered. He felt a tug at his shirt. The blonde haired boy tried to pull back, but it was slowly pulling him back the direction he came. He tried to take the shirt off but it fought against him. He even tried ripping it, but it was like it had become putty in his hand, stretching as far as he pulled.

He looked up and saw the girl he’d just pranked glaring at him and holding her hand out. “What the fuck?!” he whispered harshly. He now stood in front of her, his body refusing to answer his attempts to run away.

“What’s the matter Turner? Never seen a witch before?” the girl had a Cheshire grin. His mouth even refused to move. He didn’t recognise the girl, although given his reputation it wasn’t that surprising she knew him. “You want to fucking humiliate me?!” she screamed at him. Jack felt his clothing shift again. In a split second, he was over her lap with his pants and boxers pulled down. He couldn’t do or say anything as she started spanking his ass. He could feel his clothes moving still.

In his peripheral vision, he saw his sleeves cut off at the shoulder and turn into frills. The sleeves travelled down his arm and turned into gloves with frilly cuffs. What the fuck is happening?! he thought. Every spank hurt twice as much as the last. It was almost like she was getting stronger with each hit. His hair grew down within his vision and he felt his socks climb up his legs. “You want to fucking behave like an attention seeking brat, I’ll gladly make sure you’re treated like one!” the girl yelled at the top of her lungs.

He felt something forming in his mouth and hair. When she finally let him go and stood him up, he found he could move his head and eyes again. He looked down and turned even redder than the girl had before. I’m in a fucking dress?! he wanted to scream, but the thing in his mouth kept him silent still. He started breathing heavily at the sight of his now tiny dick. Whereas before he’d been quite proud of a 10 inch boner, it didn’t even look to be 4 inches now and was getting smaller. He saw his boxers climb back up his legs and start to puff out. The girl, whose name he still didn’t know, smirked at him and snapped her fingers. A mirror appeared in front of him and his heartbeat picked up.

I look like a fucking sissy! he thought. He stood there, frilly pink dress, white frilly gloves, flower headband, thigh high socks, mary jane shoes, and a pink pacifier and pink and white diaper to boot. “I think this will be a much more befitting look for you now Jackie baby” the girl laughed. She snapped her fingers again and the mirror went around to his back. He stared at it confused. Then he saw the diaper start to sag. “Aw, wooks wike the wittwe sissy made a big poo poo and didn’t even know it!” the girl teased.

Jack’s head was gently pulled back to face her. He felt her hand on his jaw, completely smooth now as if no facial hair had even developed there. He could see the hair on his arms was completely gone too. Before, he was a foot taller than her at 6'3". Now he must have shrunk to under 5 feet, making most of the students taller than him. She clapped her hands, and everyone was moving again. Except for Jack. Melody, one of the cheerleaders walked up to them. “Aw, hi Jackie. I see you’ve met the new girl” she cooed, groping the front of his diaper. Jack moaned and found himself nodding.

“I’m Melody by the way. Jackie here is the schools resident sissy. Aren’t you babykins” she cooed at him again. Jack was still not in control of his actions as he nodded and started sucking the pacifier in his mouth. He moaned as he felt his tiny member try to orgasm. But it felt much colder all of a sudden. “Did your widdwe clitty cage stop you making cummie wummies?” Melody kissed him several times.

“I’m Kacey, and I think your little sissy needs a change” the girl smirked. Melody smiled and felt the mess in his diaper.

“Does widdwe Jackie make a big poopie like the dumb little sissy baby he is?” she asked, tickling him under his chin. He could only giggle and nod. “Such a good baby sissy” she said. Melody turned to Kacey. “So I’m supposed to show you around before classes. How about we make the girls bathroom our first stop? I’m sure all the girls will be dying to change Jackies diapie!” she said.

Jack was helpless but to do as he was told. Melody took his hand and dragged him through the school, making sure to tell everyone he’d shit himself and tried to cum in his diaper. As girls in the bathroom crowded around him, he glanced at a smirking Kacey. It was just a prank!

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planetsano · 3 years

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Okay here it goes😭💕 imagine being besties with jean, eren, connie and armin growing up and you guys used hang out all the time but then you had to move away and stop hanging out altogether🥺. Now you’re back for college and wanna meet up together with your old gang cause you don’t rlly know that many people around after having left for years. You’ve grown up from the little runt you used to be when they knew you so of course you didn’t expect them to fall back into the same dynamic you were used to. Especially now since you’ve....developed. You rlly didn’t imagine they’d sit around in a circle jacking off to the picture of you in the middle. Sometimes they help each other out, sometimes Armin has his pretty little hand around erens cock letting eren pretend it’s yours while Jean and Connie watch. Sometimes they paint armins nails so they can imagine it’s your dainty little hand jacking them off. Other times they make him put on your lipgloss as they fuck armins throat imagining it’s yours. And the kinky little shit relishes it. So you let them touch you, manhandle you, you let them grope you inappropriately through the guise of jokes because you really didn’t think much of it. Let their hands wander to the inside of your thigh cause, jeans driving really fast and “needs something to hold onto” you don’t really think much of how his fingers inch a little bit closer closer to your clothed cunt each time. Your dont really think much of it when Eren writes “property of eren yeager” on your skin while sitting next to you in class. And you both laugh it off as a joke but the next day when you sit together again and he sees you washed it off you can’t explain why he’s so mad at you for the rest of the day. You don’t really think much of it when Armin takes you shopping and tells you you can only wear skirts as tiny as your brain or when he dresses u up in pinks and lace as his pretty little doll. You don’t really think much of it when he bursts into your changing room cause he wants to see how all the clothes fit you. It especially isn’t weird when he swears up and down you put them all on wrong and makes you take them off so he can dress you up the way the clothes were meant to be worn. You don’t really think much of it when his hands brush again your panties over and over again or when he gropes your breasts and pinches your nipples telling you they look better like that. You don’t really think much of it when they Invite you over to their all boys sleepovers where you have to follow all their rules or you can’t come. They tell you that everyone has to sleep with their shirt off and if you wanna stay you have to do it too. So you sit there in your cute frilly panties Armin picked out for you and your bra. Which Armin tells you it’s horrible for your body to sleep in cause it cuts off the circulation. And you believe him cause Armin is so smart and he’s your friend so he would never lie to you. He definitely didn’t say it so you’d have to sleep with only your panties on as your perk little breasts brush against their backs. Your clothed cunt rubbing against connies thigh and your hard buds pressed against jeans back. Jeans muscular back blocks the view of eren and Armin fisting each other’s cocks to you sleeping soundly in the same bed as all of them in only ur panties. You don’t think much of anything at all anymore cause you have them to do it all for you! they have you conditioned into the perfect little slut that they can all share and use and edge till shes a sopping mess on their bedsheets ready for all of them to use as their personal fleshlight.

oh my fucking god.

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tearsofgrace · 3 years

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when you wish upon a star

requested by @mishanova

word count: 2k, tags: fluff, fall fluff, halloween, costumes, first kiss, dean dressed as minnie mouse cuz why tf not, eyeliner!dean (i had to)

thanks @fandomstuff67 for the title and and for the minnie mouse dean idea and for putting up with my descent into craziness while writing this [fluff isn’t good for my health]

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“What are you going to dress up as?”

Dean blinked into his coffee and looked up to see Jack leaning against the kitchen doorway. He ran a hand through his hair and shrugged. “Dress up as?”

“For Halloween,” Jack said simply, a small grin playing at the corners of his mouth.

Dean squeezed his eyes shut, trying to wake up. “Uh, I hadn’t really thought about it.”

Jack crossed the room and sat at the table across from him. He popped a handful of the cereal that had been left out into his mouth. Dean felt a swell of warmth in his chest for the kid and he leaned back, watching Jack’s expression change to one of contentment that reminded him so much of Cas it hurt.

“Sammy and I don’t really celebrate-”

“Celebrate what?” Sam asked, walking into the kitchen and heading for the fridge.

“Halloween,” Jack said.

“Hey, no talking with your mouth full,” Dean said immediately, almost instinctively.

Jack frowned seriously and swallowed. “But you do.”

“We could celebrate Halloween,” Sam interrupted, sitting at the table with a plate full of fruit and other shit that definitely did not count as food.

“I guess.” Dean downed the rest of his coffee and checked the clock. Cas should be in by now.

“I thought we could do a costume together,” Jack said, eyes glinting as he shoved another handful of cereal into his mouth.

Dean stood and walked to the coffee pot, his body now buzzing with caffeine. He walked back to the table with his fresh mug and sat down heavily.

“Together?”

“I saw some ideas online.”

As Jack spoke his eyes lit up and he became more animated. Dean glanced at him fondly again. Whenever he got like this, acting so much older than he was, it reminded Dean of the power he used to hold. The otherworldliness that hung around him even now that he was human.

Then Dean looked up and he felt a familiar rush of heat and love and want rush through him as Cas walked into the kitchen. “‘Morning sunshine,” he said, trying to keep his tone light enough that Sam wouldn’t say anything.

It worked, but his brother still looked at him and raised his eyebrows.

Dean took another sip of coffee, purposefully ignoring Sam’s eyes as Cas took a seat next to Jack.

“What were the ideas, Jack?” Sam asked.

“I thought we could do something Disney themed.”

Dean rolled his eyes and gripped the coffee mug tighter. They better not be going out in public with these stupid costumes.

“I could be Pluto, Sam could be Goofy,” Dean glanced up at Sam and smirked before raising his mug again, “And Cas could be Mickey and Dean, you could be Minnie.”

Dean spit the coffee from his mouth and started coughing, tears forming in his eyes as the hot, bitter liquid burned his throat. He kept coughing, cheeks flaming until he could breathe again.

Then he looked up to find Jack and Cas staring at him with tilted heads and squinty eyes. Next to him, Sam’s shoulders were shaking in uncontrolled but silent laughter.

“Why- uh,” Dean started, struggling for words. “Minnie? Seriously?” he finally got out, his voice tight.

“Why not?” Jack said simply, innocently. “Cas would make a great Mickey and then since you guys-”

“What?” Dean cut him off, his heart pounding in his chest.

Sam finally stopped laughing long enough to get a word in. “It’s a great idea, Jack. Let’s do it.”

“But-” Dean said, voice shaky. Cas still hadn’t said anything. He was just looking at Dean with a mixture of confusion and something else Dean couldn’t quiet place.

“But, what, Dean?” Sam said, a barely contained smirk tugging at his mouth. “Not man enough to be Minnie Mouse for Halloween? Or is it that Cas is-”

“Okay, we’ll do it,” Dean said quickly.

Fuck. Leave it to Jack to send him spiraling on a Tuesday morning.

“Great,” Sam said, cheerfully. Too cheerfully. “I’ll get some stuff and then we can celebrate on Friday. Maybe take some pictures,” he added with a pointed look at Dean.

“Sounds perfect,” he said through gritted teeth.

When Sam walked into his room on Thursday and tossed a pink dress with frilly lace on it at his face he almost threw up. And then Sam had to make it worse and throw a clear plastic bag with a pen-like thing right after.

“What the hell is this?” Dean asked, holding it up and shaking it.

“Eyeliner.”

Dean’s heart froze in his chest and he glared at Sam.

“Bitch, I-”

“Jerk,” Sam said with a laugh before leaving the room.

When Friday came Dean stayed in his room all day. There was no way Sam actually expected him to do this. And Cas… who the fuck knows? But Jack did care. And as stupid as it sounded, even to himself, he didn’t want to let the kid down.

So he pulled on the stupid dress, not listening to the voice in his head that said he’d always wanted to try something like this. Then he did his own eyeliner. He made it messy on purpose, some part of him terrified Sam would find out this wasn’t his first time doing it. Besides… it looked better that way.

He looked in the mirror and cursed before putting on the stupid ears that, according to Sam, “completed the look.”

He looked ridiculous. But it was for Jack. It was for a newly human Jack that was terrified to be in this world and that needed his family around him to experience everything humanity had to offer. So he sucked it up and left his room to join everyone else in the library.

Even with his newfound resolve, he paused at the entrance to the library before walking in.

Jack, Sam, and Cas were standing in a small circle setting up a cheap tripod. At the sound of his entrance, they all turned to face him.

Sam’s eyes widened and an expression of glee spread across his face, too dumbstruck to even laugh or make fun of Dean. Jack just smiled, completely innocent but happy in a way that made Dean think this was all worth it.

As for Cas, Dean had no idea what the expression on his face was. But looking at it made the familiar want in Dean’s heart tug and pull him closer to Cas. The former angel was dressed in a comical Mickey suit that fit his body tightly, with ears that matched Dean’s (minus the bow) on his head.

To be completely fair, Sam and Jack also looked ridiculous. Jack was wearing what looked like a onesie complete with a hood that zipped up to make him look like Pluto. And Sam was wearing a theme-park style Goofy costume.

Dean felt himself relax a little as he walked over to them, trying to look more confident than he felt. “Let’s get this party started,” he said, flashing a grin at Jack.

They all gathered in front of the camera and took a few pictures with varying degrees of success. None of them seemed to be able to stop the laughter long enough to keep a straight face. But that was what this was all about, right? Getting closer as a family.

After a few minutes, Sam went through some of their pictures and then shot Dean a look that scared him more than facing down a nest full of vamps.

Sam cleared his throat first, then gestured to Dean and Cas. “Now why don’t we get some of just the happy couple.”

“Sam,” Dean growled, keeping his eyes fixed on the ground.

“That’s a great idea!” Jack said brightly before Dean could continue. And fuck it, he only had to look up at the kid before he was standing in front of the camera again with Cas at his side.

Cas didn’t say anything, just stood there, his whole body tense, as Sam readied the camera.

“Can you guys at least pretend to like each other?” Sam smirked.

Dean looked to Cas and looped an arm around his waist tentatively, his heart pounding in his throat.

God, he was a fucking teenager.

Cas leaned into him, his fingers clenching around the lace on Dean’s skirt. Dean felt heat rising in his cheeks and he resisted the temptation to flip Sam off. The red polka dotted fabric brushed against his bare legs and he fought to keep his blush down as Sam snapped a few pictures.

They probably looked terrible. His face tense as Cas leaned further into him, his heat a steady presence at his side.

After a few more bright flashes, Sam pushed a couple buttons on the camera and then turned to Jack. “C’mon, let’s go get the candy and these two can choose the movie.”

Jack grinned and nodded before following Sam out of the room.

As soon as they were gone, the silence was deafening. Dean shifted, and let his arms slip away from Cas before staring down at his stupid dress and grimacing.

“I like your costume,” Cas said softly.

Dean jerked his head up, his eyes wide. “You what?”

“I like your costume,” Cas repeated, more confidently this time.

“Thanks buddy,” Dean rubbed the back of his neck, trying to get rid of the permanent blush staining his cheeks. “Uh, you look good too.”

Really, Winchester. You look good too? He didn’t fucking say-

Cas took a step toward Dean until there was almost no space between them and Dean finally let himself look into his eyes. His heart stopped and his breathing went with it and holy shit what was Cas doing they didn’t do this this wasn’t allowed this wasn’t-

Cas rested a hand on his shoulder and Dean’s thoughts came to a screeching halt. Cas looked open, happy, but hesitant, unsure.

“Is this okay?”

The words fell in the space between them, barely louder than a whisper, and all Dean could do was nod before Cas was pulling him close, his hands raking over the ridiculous costume as their lips finally met.

Dean sighed softly into it, not letting himself question what they were doing before his hands came up to thread through Cas’ hair.

They didn’t stop until a wolf whistle rang through the bunker. Dean broke apart from Cas but kept him close, hands never leaving the place on his back where they had settled.

“Mickey and Minnie did the trick after all,” Sam said, walking to the camera.

Dean felt a slight nervousness enter him as he looked over at Sam, a small part of him sure his brother would react exactly as his dad had. A small part of him afraid he’d soon be bloody and on the ground.

As the thought ran through him, almost as though he knew, Cas’ hand tightened around his waist.

Sam nodded once, his face serious, and Dean relaxed. “I’m happy for you guys.” Dean couldn’t stop his smile and he looked over his shoulder at Jack, who gave him a thumbs up.

“You planned this, didn’t you?” Dean said, trying and failing to sound angry.

“It was Jack’s idea, man. Don’t look at me.”

Dean rolled his eyes and looked at Cas, who just smiled.

“That’s not the best part, though,” Sam said, his eyes glinting mischievously. He reached for the camera on the tripod and for the first time, Dean saw the red blinking light.

“Fuck. You asshole.”

“I had to,” Sam said immediately.

Cas let go of Dean’s waist and instead intertwined their hands so they could face Sam and Jack.

“What movie are we watching?” Jack asked.

Dean looked to Cas and an unspoken agreement passed between them.

“We’ll save the movie for later,” Cas said gravely.

Before Sam or Jack could answer, Cas was pulling him from the library toward Dean’s room. They could leave Sam to explain to Jack… he deserved it.

Dean looked down at his costume and smiled. Maybe the eyeliner and stupid Halloween games weren’t the worst thing.

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zeldasayer · 4 years

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Pedros characters reacting to the reader waiting for them all done up in new lingerie they picked out just for tonight?

18+

Whiskey would feel like the luckiest man alive. “Look at you, baby.” He’d say, pulling you into his lap, “Did you get all dressed up, just for me?”

You’d kiss his nose so sweetly, “Do you like it, daddy?”

“Daddy loves it, baby.” He says and you knew he would when you saw the frilly mock-bikini top and matching frilly ultra-mini skirt, that fits more like a belt, in the store.

Jack’s hands come down, squeezing and spreading your ass, pulling you closer to him, forcing you to grind you into his tenting jeans.

“You’re going to keep this on while daddy fucks your hot little pussy, you got it?”

Javier is not an emotional man. But something about you all done up in red lace (his favourite) makes him grin so wide, he can’t conceal it. You can feel it as he kisses up your neck from behind, rubbing his fingers along the lace, before slipping them into the garter belt.

“You look almost too good to touch,” he sighs before taking your hand and roughly pressing it against his growing bulge, “But look what you did to me.”

Oberyn’s two favourite doves, you and your inseparable companion, Salvator sit quiet, but excitably up on your bed in your chambers. Salvator hums as you weave a crown of roses and lavender into his hair - Oberyn’s favourite scents when the door opens abruptly.

“My doves of heaven!” The prince exclaims. “I have missed you both all day.”

You grin, slipping off the bed and float toward Oberyn to help him remove his robes. Working on his trousers as Salvator leans back on the bed to watch, spreading his legs in his own dark purple satin pants and Oberyn stops.

“What are you two wearing?” He asks, looking down at your breasts barely contained in a strip of the same dark purple satin, your behind draped in it too.

“I made them.” You smile.

“I love them.” Oberyn gives you a wet kiss as you take his hardness in your hand.

“Salvator, my love. Come relieve the prince’s stress.” You coo as your companion sinks down to his knees, mouth open waiting for your saliva.

You spit in Salvator’s mouth before he takes Oberyn in it and the Martell pulls you against his side.

“You two really did fall from heaven, didn’t you?”

Din Djarin has never seen a woman so scantily clad before and you can tell by the sound of how heavy his breath is through the modulator.

“Do you like it, Din?” You ask softly, feeling the pale pink mesh of the see through baby doll dress between your fingers.

Din removes his helmet in one swift movement, letting it fall to the floor with a sharp metal clank and he just shakes his head in disbelief. “I- wow.”

Din knocks his head against yours delicately, but quickly before taking your lips in a desperate kiss.

“I want you so fucking bad.” He gasps before tossing you over his shoulder, and you squeal as he pats your ass. “Come on.”

Ezra. You figure out quickly that there is no point to buying lingerie for Ezra. He is already a depraved lover, and he takes more pleasure in tearing the fabric from your body, stuffing your thong into your mouth as he fucks you. But you secretly don’t mind either, you love how easily he can shred lace, the feeling of elastic cutting into your skin as he pulls on it.

Maxwell Lord does not believe in lingerie for special occasions. He believes in lingerie always. He gives you an unlimited budget for stockings, crotchless panties and matching bras to be worn under his preferred clothing, always.

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spencers-dria · 3 years

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Maybe, Just Maybe

Someone To Stay Ch. 5

Spencer x Fem reader

Content/Trigger warnings: a little bit of body image issues

Spencer POV:

It's been a few days since I hung out with Y/N. I'm truly glad she was the one I got to go with. I feel like we might have a lot in common, and she's easy to be around. For a little while, I almost forgot about everything that happened...about her. The next day the thoughts came sinking slowly back in, but they don't feel as debilitating as they used to. Maybe Derek was right, getting out, being around people, it may not be easy for me but it may be what's best. Maybe I should try to get out of my comfort zone a little. I want to get better, I do. But being social, well it's never been my strong suit, and to try to do it now, when I feel so emotionally vulnerable, it's particularly difficult.

Other than the dinner at Rossi's, my friends haven't been inviting me out as much as they used to. I'm pretty sure they got tired of the inevitable rejection. I want them to see that I'm trying, that I want to do better, to get better. Maybe if I reach out first...

I grab my phone to call JJ. She's like a sister to me, and she's been the best at trying to understand what I've been going through.

"Hey, Spence!" She sounds surprised but glad to hear from me.

"Hey, I was uhh.. well I was just wondering..." my words trail off as I find myself suddenly losing confidence in my endeavor.

"Yeah, what's up?" Her voice has a calming effect on me.

"Well...I was wondering if the team had any plans this weekend? To hang out or...I don't know."

"Actually we don't. But we should! I think I have an idea. There's something I've been wanting us all to do. There's a Lakehouse up for rent, and I think it would be fun if we all went up for a weekend. What do you think?"

I'm not very into outdoor activities, but the idea of reading on a porch by the lake sounds incredibly calming and therapeutic. It also sounds like a good time for me to start hanging out with the team again.

"You know, that actually sounds perfect." I smile at the thought of the much needed weekend getaway.

"Perfect! I'll text the group! Thanks for giving me the nudge to set this up, Spence. It'll be fun."

I hang up and shortly after I hear the familiar ding from the group message chat.

BAU Baddies😎

JJ💖: Hey guys! Who would be down for renting a Lakehouse this next weekend?

DM🍫⚡️: Hell yeah! @ahotchner you know what that means?? Jet Skis baby!! 😜🤙🏻

AB🌹: How fun! Count me in.

DR🇮🇹: I'll cook! I have a new recipe we can try out. I think you'll all love it👌🏻

PG🦄👸🏼: @jjereau @ablake We HAVE to go swimsuit shopping first, ladies! This is a non-negotiable.

AH: Sounds fun, are we bringing the kids this time?

JJ💖: Actually, Will is staying home and he'll be watching Henry. Jack can spend the weekend there, if you'd like. @ahotchner

AH: Thanks. I think I'll take you up on that offer.

DM🍫⚡️: @sreid you better be coming pretty boy, just bring a couple dozen books and you'll be set.

SR♟: Yep, already packing.

I smile to myself, thinking of how for once, I'm the reason we have plans. But if anyone else knew that, I'd never hear the end of it. I knew JJ was being intentional when she didn't mention that to the group. I hear another group chat alert and glance at my phone.

BAU Baddies😎

JJ💖: Hey, is it alright if I invite Y/N again?

AB🌹: Oh I thought that was a given! You definitely need to! She fits in with us so well.

PG🦄👸🏼: You better! Or I won't let you hear the end of it 😂

JJ💖: Great! Thanks you guys, it means a lot that you've been so welcoming to her.

Y/N will be there. Maybe I'll have a friend who will hang back and read with me. It would be nice to not be the only one. Then I remember what she said about moving here because she loves the outdoors. That means she'll probably be hanging out with Derek, JJ, and whoever else. Oh well. At least maybe I'll get to talk to her more. I decide to text her. I never really text anyone, but she doesn't know that.

Y/N

Hey, it's Spencer. I heard JJ

wanted to invite you to the lake.

Do you think you'll go?

Yeah! I just got off the phone

with her. I can't wait! Are you

going?

Surprisingly...yes. I'll be bringing

some books along to pass the time

but it'll be nice to have a change

of scenery.

Books??? We'll see about that😉

I love a good book as much as the

next bibliophile...but this is a

weekend for things you CANT

do at home. Anyways, would you

want to carpool? We can take turns

driving if one of us gets tired.

Passenger is in control of snacks

and music! 🎶🍿

Haha, ok deal. We'll work out

the details later. And...thanks :)

Anytime Spencer, can't wait! 👍🏻

I lean back into the couch and smile. Even if we spend the weekend doing different things, at least we'll get to talk on the way there. I feel like she could become a good friend, but I don't want to make any assumptions...I don't do this often.

Y/N POV:

You run around your room, packing for a trip that's days away. You're too excited, it can't wait. Just as you're trying to decide on a swimsuit you get a text from Penelope, saying that the girls are going swimsuit shopping this evening. They want you to come. You can't hide the smile growing on your face. How long has it been since you've been on a girls shopping trip? You can't even remember. It's spontaneous, so you assume no one will be too dressed up. You throw on a black sleeveless t shirt dress and some strappy sandals. Easy enough to get in and out of for trying on clothes. After brushing through your hair and applying some quick, light makeup, you're ready to go. The girls had decided to meet at the mall, for the most options.

You meet up with Aunt JJ, Penelope, and Alex outside of a nice department store.

"I figured we could start here. It has the most options and it's at the end of the mall. So we can work our way down, until we all find something."

Aunt JJ tends to take charge. She's such a mom, but that's part of what you love about her. Always prepared, caring for everyone. Alex found a cute one piece with a wrap to wear as a skirt. Penelope picked out a cute pink and purple polka-dotted swim dress. JJ ended up with a sports-bra fitting bikini top and some athletic looking swim shorts. Still such a typical mom. The only one left is you. You haven't tried on very many things, and what you did try on, never made it out of the dressing room.

"Y/N, why don't you let us pick you out some things to try on, and this time, you have to at least let us see. Deal?" Penelope gives you a look of encouragement.

"Sure" you shrug. "I'll try anything at this point."

Alex stays with you while JJ and Penny go to pick out some swimsuits for you. They return with a few handfuls of options. You try on the first option, picked out by Penny. It's a cute two piece, frilly and pink. You come out and are greeted with a few giggles.

"As cute as this is, I think it's more your style than mine, Penny" you let out a small laugh.

"Oh I know. I just wanted to see you in it! I couldn't pull it off in a thousand years!" She laughs.

"Alright alright, let's keep going." JJ ushers me back into the dressing room.

I come back out in a black two piece. It doesn't show too much skin to make me uncomfortable, but it's really flattering on my curves.

I hear a chorus of "ooooo" and one "yes queen!" that I'm sure came from Penny.

"Really, you guys? It's not too...ya know."

JJ shakes her head at me. "No definitely not. Girl, you're single, you're in your twenties, your body hasn't had a child yet. If you got it, flaunt it. If not now, then when?"

The girls all nod in agreement. You blush. You didn't know you could look this good in a swimsuit. You usually avoided bikinis. You found it hard to feel comfortable in your own skin. Whenever you tried to dress sexy, you just ended up feeling awkward and uncomfortable. It helps to have some friends to encourage you. You look at yourself in the mirror one last time. Okay, even you had to admit, you look hot.

The four of you end the day with lunch, chatting about your plans for the lake.

JJ turns to you. "Y/N, I almost forgot, do you need a ride down there? I can pick you up, if you'd like."

"Ohh uh, no actually. I'm carpooling with Spencer." I give her a shy smile. I know what this looks like. "We're just friends" I quickly interject.

"That's great" she says, giving me her warm smile. "Spence really needs a friend right now. And I bet you do too." There's understanding in her eyes. You're grateful that she didn't try to make more out of it. Aunt JJ knows you, though. She knows you make guy friends much more easily. That aside, you were still so grateful for the day with the girls. They were all so genuine, and easy to get along with. They didn't make you feel like an outsider intruding on their day.

Later that evening, you lay in bed as you try to quiet your mind. Your head is swimming with too many thoughts to fall asleep: anxieties about this weekend, but also excitement and ideas of what you'll do. Not to mention, more time to get to know Spencer better. You wonder what JJ meant when she said Spencer really needed a friend right now. Maybe, just maybe, you'd break through his walls a little more this weekend.

A/N: sorry this one is short-ish. It's kind of a transition chapter so there's not as much content! Building a base, building friendships, hang with me, we're getting there 😁💖✌🏻

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