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[anticapitalistclown]

heey can I request lookism tatt boys tattooing reader's name or something about reader on their bodies? thank uuu 🤗

OMG YES AND YES

Lookism boys tattooing something about reader's on their bodies hc

characters: Gun, Jake and Vasco

Gun

He got tattooed an old-school traditional mermaid with your traits.

You were watching him make dinner when suddenly he rolled up his sleeves, his usual tattoos were accompanied by a new one, a mermaid. You approached him and took a look "I'm not really fond of the idea of you having another woman than me in your body, but I kinda like this one" he remained silent and watched you inspect his new permanent art piece.

The hair of the mermaid was pretty and kinda similar to yours, her nose too, and her lips, her breasts covered by her hand in the same way you cover them when you are naked in front of your boyfriend... You lifted your head to look at him, Gun would never say it out loud, but he got his girl on his skin, the only woman that seduced him to the point he couldn't think of anything else, Gun who needed you on him, so when he physically couldn't have you over his body all the time (believe me, he would love it to happen) got you on his skin instead.

"If you cry over this, I'm going to leave, and I mean it, y/n"

Jake

Jake was surprisingly more discreet, he got your name on his chest, over his heart, hidden over his previous one.

You rested your head on his naked chest while your hand was feeling his skin from his abdomen to his chest, there, on his heart, you felt a little protrusion like a little scratch. Your eyes focused on that spot and found a fine line hidden on his tattoo, your name was written over his heart.

You gasped and raised your head to see his face, "you've got my name!?" he smiled and nodded. "Just a little permanent reminder that I have you in my heart always" you watched him surprised and thought about the words permanent and always "have you really thought about the permanent thing? what if we break up?". Oh, Jake looked at you as if you insulted him "no, honey, you are my soulmate I'm not giving up on us, never" you smiled and kissed his lips, "I love you, permanently".

Vasco

This lover boy decided to get your portrait in an old-school style next to the bird on his chest, right over his heart.

You were doing the laundry at your place, and realized that you needed a few more clothes so you could fill it "dear, give me your shirt, I need black clothes to wash" Vasco who was watching puppy videos on the internet removed his shirt and socks and placed them on your laundry basket "there you go pookie" you scrunched your nose and hugged him, there on his embrace you noticed something unfamiliar on his chest "oh, you got a new tattoo" he moved his hands to your hips and looked at your expression, how the light in your eyes brighter the more you watched his tattoo "is that? is it me?" Vasco noded and smiled "so I can remind myself who I'm doing this for"

[olympianknightwing]

Hiii! I hope you’re having a good day/night!

Can I request johan, vasco and original daniel (when he was lil chubby) with a fem!reader that is shameless into them? Super duper flirty reader that isnt shy about their crush on them? no hesitation on pursuing them

like the reader fell inlove the moment they did something cute/adorable/charming/princely for them? (unconsciously)

LOOKISM BOYS WITH FLIRTY S/O

Johan Seong

You'd always been the type to chase what you want, and Johan? From the second you laid eyes on him when you went for a haircut at his mother's hair salon you were hooked. So, you decided to work in the salon without expecting a salary, just so you could see Johan every day. You didn't even hide your interest. Without any subtlety you flirted shamelessly with Johan (only when his mother was away). You kept leaning in close when he tried to fix the broken hand shower in the salon and whispered things like, "These hand fixing leaks? I bet they'd fix my heart too."

He'd always flush, avert your sharp eyes and push you aside. But you weren't the type to give up that easily. You kept on pursuing him with texts full of heart emojis and not leaving the salon when it was clearly 10pm, declaring, "I'm not leaving till you admit I'm your favorite distraction."

The sweetness bloomed one night when Johan's mom asked him to drop your home. For once you noticed that he didn't scowl or frown at the mention of spending time with you. You sat behind him on his battered bike your hand around his waist (he didn't budge). The wind was strong and cold and to your surprise Johan pulled over. "Anything wrong Johan?" "Wrong? Nothing wrong. Just making sure my favourite distraction doesn't catch a cold." Johane shrugged off his jacket – warm from his body – and wrapped it around you, then zipped it up halfway, his fingers lingering to tuck your hair inside the collar.

In that tender moment, your heart swelled unconsciously, love wrapping around you like the jacket. He's...perfect, you thought.

And hence, beneath that starry night, you took the reins.You backed him against his bike with a smirk, your hands sliding under his shirt to trace his abs and finally pulled him into a kiss. "You're my ride or die, Johan." you said as you pulled back.

Johan gripped your waist, finally kissing back with the same intensity, admitting breathlessly, "Same here."

Vasco

Vasco is a literal walking-talking teddy bear wrapped in muscle. His one grin and you were done for. You started joining him and the Burn Knuckles during lunch, meetings and even when they hangout. You even got the orange jumpsuit to match. But poor baby Vasco was unknown to such hints. He took in your comments about his abs or muscles like a compliment from a coach. "Thank you Y/N, I have been training with the bears lately!" An embarrassed Jace had to work hard to explain Vasco that you were flirting, but Vasco wouldn't understand that either and everyone would just facepalm. Including you.

It was festival day in J-high. You had accidentally wandered off from the group. And just your luck you got cornered by some rowdy drunk who wouldn't take no for an answer. But even before you could panic, Vasco appeared with dumbell. He simply threw them at the drunkard (the dude collapsed on spot) and scooped you up in his massive arms. "Y/N! Are you hurt? Are you okay?"

Your crush turned into something much more. Before he could let you down you peppered his neck with kisses and said, "My hero deserves a reward."

"I... I like protecting you," he replied while his face flushed red. You grinned, wrapping your hand around his neck. "Good, because I'm not going anywhere."

OG Daniel Park (Pre 4th affiliate arc)

Daniel's soft, kind-hearted, and little awkward gestures caught you off guard in this chaotic world. You were open about it from the start. You slid next to him in the cafeteria, smiling as you fed him bites of your lunch, "You're soo cute when you blush, Piggy~ It makes me want to keep you all to myself."

He'd stammer, face turning tomato-red, pushing his glasses up while mumbling excuses, but you didn't stop there. For the next few days all Daniel could think about were the surprise hugs in the halls, bold notes in his locker saying, "Date me or I'll ask your mom for your hand in marriage."

It snuck up on you one fine day after class. Daniel noticed your shoe laces and tried to warn you, but before that you stumbled on the laces and almoost fell-

Mr.Prince Charming Daniel Park caught you with both hands and lifted you up. Without a word he crouched low and tied your shoes laces. "Can't let you fall" he said softly, with an adorable smile.

"But I already have."

"But I caught you!" ___________________________________________

A/N- thank you for waiting for sooo long Anon, hope you enjoy.

[delinappy]

♡ fight me!

Vasco, Mary, Jake, Samuel, James

You raised your hands in a fighting position, happily announcing to your partner that you want to play-fight with them. You could stand against them, right?

☆ VASCO

"...W-what?"

You swear you heard his voice twitch. His eyes bugged out in surprise and he blinked at you several times, making sure it wasn't a dream.

"Why? I don't want to fight you!"

Vasco protested, raising up in full panic mode. You were still standing there, not sure if you should just give up.

"Like... a play fight, baby."

"I only fight bad guys!"

Your boyfriend's thoughts were running faster than you could say something. Why were you asking for something like this? Were you doing something bad? No-no, you would never. Was someone making you do something bad?! Were you in danger?

Your hands lowered, just for a moment, before you raised them to his shoulders.

"It's just a joke, love. Couples do those things sometimes... Just pretend we're fighting."

"I would never fight you!" His arms hugged you, lifting you off the ground. "Tell me if someone is making you do something bad! Please!"

"Huh?"

You looked at the sky, trying to understand how his brain got to that conclusion.

Okay, maybe don't try things like this with him again? He'd rather die than hurt you, even lightly.

☆ MARY

You got the most humiliating glance possible from your girlfriend. What are you talking about? You want to fight... her? Was the sun too much for your silly head?

You didn't feel bad under her glance. Instead, your lips twitched.

"What? You scared?"

In one second, your body hit the floor, an unpleasant feeling running through your nerves. Mary moved onto your hips, straddling you. Her expression still didn't change.

"What? You scared?" she repeated, as you blinked at her in surprise.

There was a pause in the air as you swallowed, trying to form something normal. It was hot. Like, super hot. You didn't expect her to be so... Um, hot?

"You could push me from the stairs and I would say thank you."

"Oh my god, what's wrong with you?" Mary groaned, rolling her eyes, but you could see the light blush on her cheeks. And she didn't move at all.

The best decision of your life. Exactly where you wanted to be.

☆ JAKE

His eyes rose from the phone, giving himself a second to think about what you just said. He slowly turned off the phone before giving you a very thoughtful expression.

"Fight you? Baby, you will beat my ass."

Jake said with a very serious face. His hand rose, fixing your posture.

"Like this... Right. So scary."

You gave him a disapproving glance, still standing in the pose.

"What?" Jake asked, blinking at you. His lips twitched as he tried to fight a smile. Attractive enough to make your thoughts run somewhere else. Stay focus!

"You're not taking it seriously."

"What do you mean? I am very serious."

Your arm moved, just to lightly punch his shoulder, and Jake easily intercepted your hand. In one second, you lost your balance and fell right onto him on the couch.

"Oh no-o-o, you won! I am useless against your mastery!"

You pressed your cheek against his chest, feeling his arms quickly slide around your body. Jake pressed a loud smooch on the top of your head.

A win is a win.

☆ SAMUEL

Samuel didn't stop what he was doing at all. His attention was fully on the papers in his hands. The awkward pause hung in the air before he finally looked at you from under his glasses.

"...You finished?"

He asked flatly, looking at you with the same expression. Your hands were still raised in the fighting pose.

"Nope. Let's fight."

The awkward pause once again.

Samuel let out such a deep sigh, like he had the pressure of the whole world on his shoulders. A little bit dramatic, you thought.

His leg moved from under the table, hitting you enough to make you hiss. Your ass met the chair behind you with a creak.

"Fight the paperwork, smartass."

The folder fell in front of you on the table. A clear sign that this nonsense was over.

"I was just trying to lighten the mood," you said dramatically, leaning on the chair, "we've been sitting here since the afternoon. I don't feel my legs anymore!"

"You can go for coffee," Samuel said, his attention back on the papers.

You made a dramatic sigh. At least you tried.

☆ JAMES

"You sure?"

Was everything he said, giving you a blank look. His eyes ran over your fighting position in front of him.

"I am quite a skillful fighter."

"Mhm. Yeah?"

He wasn't taking you seriously at all. Not like you could possibly be an equal opponent for him in a fight, but still... It's not helping your wounded ego!

James's hand rose, long fingers wrapping around your wrist. He simply twisted it. Not really hard, but you still hissed.

"Okay, okay! You won!"

You said immediately, taking a small step back. James let it go without any enthusiasm.

"What, you're already giving up, pretty?"

What a cocky asshole. Agh. You were really weak for his confidence.

"Don't use that tone with me!"

You pointed at him, making him smirk lightly.

"Don't start something you couldn't finish."

"Step back! James!"

His arms wrapped around you, without giving you a chance to run away.

You did that to yourself. Don't try to resist.

MASTERLIST

[alexisabirdie]

There is so little amount of lookism x reader fics in both tumblr and Ao3, i had to go and re install wattpad. And it's even worse as a vasco girlie *cries*.

[gotaksboyfie]

trinkets

pairing vasco x gender neutral reader

summary vasco is a simple man. he sees a pretty item, he brings it to his prettier partner

word count ~900

warnings/tags fluff, established relationship, j high arc (no crews) written partially in vasco's pov

there's not much in vasco's mind these days. there's his marriage to the burn knuckes, and his affair with you.

jace has been on his ass about it recently.

it should feel like cheating (but it's not his fault!) because these days it feels like the burn knuckles are put on the back burner with how much he thinks of you — all jace's words.

it doesn't matter to vasco, you are much prettier and cooler and awesomer than anyone else. his own y/n, all his!!! how cool is that? of course he'll put the burn knuckles aside for you.

but that's not to say vasco is ignoring his burn knuckles duties, he's still doing all of them! so what if he's just constantly blabbering about you to his members?

anyways, that's not the point. the point is: vasco can't stop thinking of you.

you're in his head when he wakes up ("i wonder what y/n is eating for breakfast?")

you're in his head when he's riding his bike ("does y/n like riding these?" vasco mutters outloud.

"i'm sure they like riding something else," a cheeky member jokes)

and you're especially in his head when he sees something that reminds him of you. it ranges from a very shiny rock, to a stupid looking hair clip he sees in a store. anything that's cute, he stuffs it into his y/n pocket. he's saved his left pocket solely for items to give to you.

(sometimes there's so many items stuffed in there that it bulges out, and jace can't help but think it looks like he has a very oddly shaped boner.)

it's all just little items he finds throughout the day, but there's so much you don't know what to do with it sometimes.

there's a bit of a routine now. vasco saves everything in his pockets—just lugging it around incase he sees you a little earlier than expected—and does a debrief of everything he found during lunch.

the first time it happens, it's a little jarring.

the moment vasco spots you during lunch break, his face is so bright it's nearly blinding.

"y/n! y/n-ah, come look what i found today," vasco excitedly says, shoving zack out the way and sitting down next to you.

"the fuck–" zack grumbles, but pauses when he sees the amount of rocks that vasco is pulling out of his pockets. it seems never ending, and zack is just more confused how the fuck vasco fit all of that in there.

there's over a dozen rocks, all ranging from small to the size of your fist.

"vasco..? what's this?" you ask, confused.

vasco lays it all out in an orderly manner, arranging the rocks by size.

"this one is shiny, so i brought it to you. same with this one and this one. for this rock, the color was really nice and i liked it." vasco points to each rock, listing out his reasons for bringing them.

"that's nice, what about these then?"

and the cycle continues. vasco comes everyday with more and more items. crumpled candy wrappers with cute designs, keychains, plushies, three stickers he peeled off a vending machine, just about anything he can find.

you have to start bringing another small bag to fit them all—which makes you wonder, how is vasco rawdogging it all in his pocket? is every day leg day for him?

still, vasco never fails to show up. it's reminiscent of a penguin mating ritual, especially with how vasco puffs up with each "aww!" and "thank you!"

daniel says it's cute, zack thinks vasco has a hoarder problem, jay doesn't say anything but daniel claims he meant to say "vasco is doing a good job of being y/n's boyfriend".

mira thinks it's a little obnoxious but still cute, and zoe is starting to copy vasco's techniques to use on daniel—which makes jay start to one-up her. suddenly daniel's desk looks like yours every lunch now.

and you? you love it. it's endearing how excited vasco is to present his findings to you. the sparkle in his eyes rivals the newest rock he brings you (does he polish them in his spare time?) and he waits like a puppy for your compliments.

one day, curiosity gets the better of you.

you're eyeing a neon frog keychain he brought you, with googly eyes and and a pullable tongue, while vasco is yapping away.

when vasco finishes you finally ask him, "why do you actually bring me these?"

vasco quiets down, and you can see him staring at his feet. he's scratching his neck, slightly embarrassed as he starts mumbling.

"well, it makes you smile so.."

you blink at him.

"that's it?"

he nods, and his ears are pink. "yeah."

you let out a small laugh, "you've been stuffing yourself full on junk just to see me smile?"

"it's not junk!" vasco frowns, feeling a little offended.

"sure, vasco." you have to bite your lip to stop the giggle threatening to bubble out your mouth. vasco looks like a kicked puppy from you telling him that. his shoulders droop a little, and you can see his imaginary puppy ears wilting.

"mission accomplished, then." you wrap your arm around his, interlocking your fingers.

vasco perks up again, a smile gracing his face. "really? you like them?"

"i love them."

just seeing how happy he gets makes you already anticipate what he's going to bring tomorrow.

fin

a/n i actually don't remember if vasco rides a bike/motorcycle but we ignore that little bit near the beginning LOL i could've sworn he did when he's training fat daniel but that was too many chapters ago 😓 i think he's a Little ooc but i just love this version of vasco🤞

[jkmc]

are u ok kid?

[locomoqo]

VASCO FLUFF PLSPLSSS😭😭❤️❤️❤️

fragilility hidden in ink

— vasco x gn!reader

details: nothing but fluff, exploring each others bodies but not in a sexual way

A/N: cutie vasco fluff yum yum this has been sitting in my drafts for a while (a while literally being two days, not proofread btw :3)

Physical touch.

Touch is an essential aspect of the human experience. It’s something that strengthens bonds, may it be a simple handshake, a hug from a loved one, or even those passionate moments deep in the night.

The room was dimly lit, a soft glow from the bedside lamp casting a warm, golden hue across the sheets. Vasco lay on his back, his chest rising and falling steadily, with you nestled against him. The gentle aftermath of your intimacy wrapped around both of you like a soft blanket.

Vasco stared down at you as you moved closer into his side, his fingers trailing up and down your bare back. There was something about the way you looked in the dim lightning with the lamp on your bedside table highlighting some parts of your face.

He revered you. He thought of you as the sun, everything about you felt so warm. He felt warm around you, no matter how long you two have been dating, you still managed to make his heart beat out of his chest every single time you blessed him with even an ounce of your attention.

“You know…” Your voice pulls him out of his thoughts. What were you talking about? He wasn’t listening, he was too absorbed admiring you. “No, I don’t.” His gruff voice answers, making you huff out in amusement. “Sorry, what were we talking about?” He asks, bringing his hand from your lower back to your face to brush some of your hair out of your face.

“Your tattoos.” Your fingers tap one on his chest, “You’ve never told me the meaning behind them.” You clarify. One of his eyebrows raised in curiosity, “The meaning…?” He repeats as he looks down at where your finger tapped.

“They’re umm traditional Japanese tattoos‒oh and this one’s a bluebird.” He points at the bluebird tattoo on his chest then glances back up at you with such a simple expression on his face that clearly asked if he was able to answer your question.

“I know what those are, silly.” You smiled, “I meant like‒why did you get them? Is there a story? or did you just see some action star with tattoos and think ‘yep, i’m getting one too’.” You explained.

Vasco’s lips pressed into a line for a moment before sighing. “Yes, there’s a story to them.” His answer is quiet, internally shivering as his mind replays his memories from middle school. You catch the way the corners of his mouth seem to turn down a bit, the way his brows furrow and he subtly inhales sharply.

“...we don’t have to talk about it if it makes you uncomfy, I was just curious.” You softly say, a hand coming up to cup his face. Thumb brushing over his cheek which instinctively makes him nuzzle his face into your palm. “No, no, it’s fine. We can talk about it if you want to.” He quickly says, covering your hand with his.

“You sure? it’s fine really–”

“I’m sure.”

He stares at you firmly yet his gaze was also a window to his soul where you could see the vulnerability. You held his gaze, searching his eyes for any sign of doubt but this is Vasco we’re talking about, he never goes back on his word.

“Okay then, tell me the story behind them.” You say. He moves your hand away from his cheek, guiding it towards one of the tattoos on his left arm. “This one covers up one of my scars from back in middle school.” He starts, recalling when the bullying started.

You listen intently as he guided your hand to where each vulgar tattoo that bullies carved into his skin were, all cleverly covered up by his tattoos. You felt the texture of the ink beneath your touch, the artistry and meaning imbuing each detail with life. Vasco leaned closer, allowing you to explore each tattoo fully, fingers gliding over each intricate design.

As your fingertips trailed over his skin, he observed you. Completely in awe of you, it made you giggle sometimes when you saw how in love he was with you. Often telling him that he probably feels that way because you’re his first love, his first everything.

Vasco’s hand held yours against his skin. "It’s funny," he said after a long pause. "I never talk about these. But with you… it feels easy."

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, full of quiet understanding. "Thank you for sharing," you whispered, your voice as tender as the moment you both were in.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as if sealing the connection between you. And in that silence, surrounded by the warmth of your shared breaths, the stories on his skin felt as much yours now as they were his.

You traced the lines of his tattoos again, mindlessly this time. You lay there, enveloped in the quiet, taking in the intimate space you had created.

The tattoos on his skin weren’t just marks of his past; they were symbols of his strength and determination. With each gentle brush of your fingers, you felt the connection deepen, a promise that you would stand by him through whatever life threw your way.

“Each tattoo…” Vasco said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “They remind me of where I’ve been and what I’ve overcome.”

You nodded, understanding the weight of his words. “And now they’re part of our story too,” you added, a soft smile gracing your lips.

“Exactly,” he replied, his eyes sparkling in the dim light. He shifted slightly, drawing you closer as if he wanted to shield you from the outside world. “I think of you every time I look at them. You give them a new meaning.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you felt a warmth spreading through your chest. You nestled closer into his side, feeling safe and cherished. The vulnerability you shared in that moment was a thread that tied you together, weaving a tapestry of trust and love.

The world outside faded even further, leaving only the two of you and the stories etched in his skin, creating a cocoon of warmth and tenderness where nothing else mattered.

[thoushaltnotlive]

Lookism Memes

(This is my first time posting something like this, pls be nice.)