...introducing babydoll!reader ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚
babydoll!reader ♡ ⟶ ୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀 she smells like strawberry shampoo and secrets you’re not ready to hear ⟶ “you’re bleeding,” she says, tilting her head, voice syrupy. “do you want me to kiss it better?”
babydoll!reader walks like she’s always on the edge of a dream. she lives in a cozy, little room at the top of the castle tower filled with sun-faded lace, frilly bed sheets, and a pink stuffed bunny with one ear half-ripped off (his name is mr. sunday, and she will cry if anyone calls him creepy). her mirror has lipstick kisses along the edge, each one sealed with a wish. ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡
what makes her lovely...ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐
♡ can’t stop twirling her hair around her manicured fingers when she’s nervous (or when mattheo’s staring too hard again). ♡ writes her name with little hearts over the “i”s and dots her love notes in glitter gel pen like it’s a spell. ♡ is constantly found in oversized nightgowns, fuzzy socks, or little lacy camisoles layered under too-big cardigans she “borrowed” from mattheo. ♡ keeps her record player spinning sad old french love songs while she stares out the window with a cigarette, waiting for someone who probably won’t come. (mattheo always does.) ♡ always looks like she’s been crying, but it's in a romantic, porcelain doll way. she cries at poetry. she cries when people are mean. she cries when mattheo calls her “dollface” in his sharp-soft voice.
how she feels... she’s a: ♡ crybaby in the best way. tears pool at the corners of her eyes when she’s overwhelmed, but she’ll never raise her voice. she’ll just pout and sniff and make everyone feel horrible. ♡ hopeless romantic who dreams of being kissed in the rain or carried through a thunderstorm. has a whole pinterest board of dramatic scenarios where mattheo saves her. he doesn’t know yet. ♡ soft manipulator, but unintentionally. she bats her lashes and frowns, and somehow the boys are running to get her a blanket and kiss her forehead before she even opens her mouth.
the pretty things...
glossy lips. baby pink lace. mary--janes and garter socks. blush on her nose. stuffed animals on her bed. rhinestone hair clips. a pearl choker. her voice is breathy and gentle, so much so that mattheo sometimes grabs her chin and tells her to “use your big girl voice, baby.” she's always cold, always bundled in someone else's jacket, and always clutching a hot drink she forgets to finish.
him & her – he calls her “baby” or “angel” when he’s annoyed with her, but “babydoll” when he’s desperate to keep her. – he brushes her hair for her when she’s too sleepy. once he tried to braid it, and she nearly cried at how awful it was, but she kept it in all day. – he hates seeing her cry, even if it’s over something small. he’ll clench his jaw, mutter "fuck," and immediately start pulling her onto his lap, mumbling “what happened, love?” – he thinks she’s fragile, porcelain, breakable. and he wants to be the one who protects her even though he knows he’s the one she should fear. – he lets her paint his nails baby pink and then goes to class with his hand around her waist like “what the fuck are you looking at?”
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“he’s so mean to everyone. but he kissed the top of my head and told me i was his soft place to fall. so i think he’s good. just not for anyone else.” -- babydoll's diary ༝༚༝༚
