#shes cute.. shes preppy... shes fancy........

[krispiecake]

obsessed with Miu Miu Pre Fall Collective 2020 quick someone buy me the whole thing

[wendeeesaucy]

History teacher!sylus x art teacher!nonmc part 4!

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Nonmc was any regular salary worker who had an apartment and used car to get by. Especially as a high school teacher, she had been living a frugal life, only ever spending more than usual when she went out with friends or perhaps wanted to splurge on a birthday gift after saving up for months.

That's what she was used to, at least until she's dressing up that following Saturday for her date with Sylus, the history teacher who was a potential heir to the wealthy Qin business.

She knew of his history, everyone did back in college, but he was a bit of a humble sort. While he could thrive off of his family's wealth and ride off their coat tails without much work, he would rather show off his own wealth.

The clothes, the fancy cars, down to even the reading glasses he wears during classes... It was all made with his own earnings. While he was a high school teacher, it was more of a hobby for him than anything. His true earnings came from the business enterprises and projects he takes part in when he's not working for the high school.

Nonmc didn't know how he had the time to do everything, but she supposed that's what made her attracted to him in the first place.

Sylus was disciplined with his work, always the stern yet helpful teacher to his students. When he wasn't grading papers during late hours, he was on the phone with his businesses.

He was reliable, always helpful if she ever needed a helpful hand with big art projects for the school or when a chaperone was needed alongside her. All in all, it was hard for nonmc to not feel anything for him these past two years.

That's why she was still readjusting her pink dress for the umpteenth time, huffing softly to herself in the mirror.

[Nonmc outfit inspo]

Nonmc was hoping she looked her best tonight, even going as far as buying a new outfit the day after he asked her out. Something cute and preppy, just her style.

She wanted to be sure she had something to match the pink bow that tied up hair, the one he asked that she specifically wears.

How did he even remember that she had that back in college? Had he really been paying attention to her since then?

Her phone rumbling on the top of her drawer startles her, making her reach for it quickly and gasp quietly to herself when she sees his caller ID.

She clears her throat before finally answering it.

"Hello..?"

"Almost ready? I've been out front for a few minutes."

"Huh? Already?"

"Don't worry, I just wanted to be early for you. But I can see that your bedroom light is still on."

"Wha... How did you know it's my bedroom?"

"Oh?" His tone curious, before a deep chuckle is heard through the phone, "Lucky guess."

Nonmc curses inwardly to herself, realizing that she gave it away when he was probably genuinely guessing. Now he'll know if she's stalling.

"I'll be down there in a few minutes." She answers.

"All right. Don't take too long. I have a dinner reservation for us in the next hour. See you soon."

She blinks blankly around her room when he ends the call, a confused hum leaving her.

"Dinner reservation?"

Just how much is he spending for this date?

She shakes her head, getting back on track and finishing up her final adjustments before heading out. Each step down the stairs was making her heart pound, the nervous excitement bubbling within.

As soon as she walks out towards the street, she sees him leaning against a silver porsche, wearing a black leather jacket overtop his red turtleneck and trousers.

[Sylus outfit inspo]

Her breath hitched in surprise, taking in his combed back silver hair and soft smirk on his face. She swallowed thickly, her heels clacking quietly against concrete as she approached.

"Hello Mr. Qin..." She murmurs in a bashful tone.

He huffs a laugh, tilting his head coyly.

"Sylus." He corrects.

"Huh?"

"When we're not in school, I'd prefer that you say my first name."

"O-Oh. Sure... Sylus."

"That's better, nonmc."

Sylus lifts off from the car, going over to open the passenger door for her. She takes the offer, nodding subtly in appreciation before sinking into the luxurious leather car seat.

The whole car smelled new, hints of his cologne lingering around. Her eyes kept darting around in awe until he enters through the driver's seat, the deep rumble of the sports car starting up catching her off guard.

He glances over in amusement as one hand turns the steering wheel to drive away from the curb, the other resting lazily against his thigh.

"Nervous?"

Nonmc scoffs to play it off, despite him being exactly right as she kept fiddling with her purse on her lap.

"N-No..."

"You don't need to lie with me. This is different, I know."

"For me or... for you?"

He hums curiously, an amused grin forming on his lips as he kept his eyes on the road.

"You think I take people on dates all the time?"

"I don't know... Do you?"

"No, actually. This is my first date."

She turns her gaze towards him, raising her eyebrows in surprise.

"Wait, really?"

"Yes, really. I don't count those ones set up by my father. They were never out of my own volition and we only ever met at the restaurant, never before. They were more business meetings than anything."

"You, however, are the only one I ever asked on a date from the very start. No one else has shared that privilege."

"Oh..."

"Disappointed?"

"Huh? No, it's just... you're very different from how I imagined you."

"What, thought I was some suave casanova who would immediately shower you in my family’s money? Or even my very own? I can still do that if you want me to. I don’t mind."

That gets a genuine snort out of her, her nerves settling down a bit with the more familiar playful teasing she was used to.

"That won't be necessary."

Sylus eventually takes them to a fancy restaurant overseeing the Linkon cityscape, the lights glittering across the night's darkness. Light orchestral music played in the background, accompanying the red wine and highly decorated dinner.

At the moment, nonmc was gazing out at the scenery behind the glass windows, listening to the clinking of silverware and light conversation from other tables.

"Can I ask you something?" She asks, looking towards him curiously.

He hums in response, swirling his wine glass before taking a sip.

"Anything."

"You said before that you liked me before we both started teaching at the high school, right?"

"I did."

"So why is it that are you interested in me? We never interacted back in college, let alone be in the same major. Why was that enough?"

"Because I saw who you were. I didn’t even need to speak a word to you to know how much the room brightens around you."

While she blinked on in interest, he set down his glass to continue further.

"You weren’t some popular girl. Your friends gravitated to you because you were just… you. I’ve met a lot of people in my life. Some good, some bad, some influential ones who were a mix of the two."

"Once I saw you for the first time, wearing that same pink bow you are now, I knew I wouldn’t be able to get you out of my head."

"But... you were popular, Sylus. You had everyone around you praising who you were, what you’ve accomplished…"

"True, but did it ever cross your mind why I even bothered to do all the things that I did?" He asks with a raised eyebrow, "I wanted you to know me. Not for what my family could offer or do, just me. Even when you never looked."

"You really went through all that trouble for me?"

"Surprised? It’s not my finest moment, I’ll admit."

"Then what you said that day, with the other teachers… about you becoming a teacher..?"

"Yes. Also for you."

"You realize all of this sounds crazy, right?"

"But you noticed me, didn't you?"

Nonmc huffs a laugh, shaking her head in amusement.

"And what if it didn’t notice you. What if… what if I had ended up dating someone or moved far away to start my life elsewhere?"

"Then at least it was my incentive to do well in life, even if it didn’t go anywhere."

"You make no sense."

"Maybe."

She scrunches her nose playfully, taking a sip of her wine like he did before pursing her lips in thought.

"Then... if you could have anything, what would you want?"

"Anything?"

"Yeah, anything."

"What if I said you? What if nothing else matters, as long as you were in it?"

His quip back gave her pause, her mind halting to a stop. Sure, they've had lighthearted banter before, but he was quite serious about this whole thing. She was clearly out of her element, being so sought after like this.

"But what would your family think?" She counters, "Wouldn't they be against you being with someone like me?"

"Someone like you? Please, my family knows my incentive was you from the very beginning. It was not difficult to hide, especially when I chose to become a high school history teacher."

"Maybe they thought you'll eventually grow tired of it."

"I haven't for two years. I'll continue to stay as one as you long you're around."

"Well-- How about dates for marriage candidates? Surely you get them all the time."

"I rejected them all. Still do."

"How about when other people find out? Wouldn't business partners be skeptical?"

"What, that I dated for love? I'm still good at what I do, who cares if I truly have feelings for the person that I'm dating?"

"Wha-- Sylus!"

Nonmc huffs in exasperation, pouting as he continuously opposes her with a smug smirk on his face.

"It sounds like to me you're the one who's trying to find fault in being together. If you really don't want to, you can just tell me--"

"I didn't say that." She cuts him off hastily.

His eyes widen a fraction, smirk slowly fading into something curious.

"Then what are you saying?"

She sighs heavily, her hand brushing a strand behind her ear nervously.

"I don't know, I guess... I feel like I don't deserve the attention. I'm just an art teacher while you are, well, you. But at the same time... thinking that someone else could take that place you're offering me, it sounds a lot worse."

"So which sounds better? Being modest or... greedy?" He offers.

"Well, I'm not trying to be greedy. Not for your money or anything." She explains before taking a breath to steady herself, her gaze lifting to reach his, "Maybe your want is the same as mine."

His smile widens, less smug and more elated than anything.

"Is that your answer?"

"I think so, yeah."

Sylus huffs a short laugh, picking up his glass again as he sat more comfortably in his seat.

"We should finish our food. It'll get cold."

Nonmc laughs similarly, nodding happily in agreement before resuming her eating.

While they went back to more idle chit-chatting for the remainder of the dinner, there was notable shift in tonight's mood. The hesitance that lingered was now becoming replaced with certainty.

-`✦´-Masterlist-`✦´-

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[hazesgf]

Haze's gf what are your headcanons for Haze in a relationship?

Haze Relationship Headcanons

Content Warnings | None

Synopsis | Haze Relationship HCs :)

Word Count | 1.4k

Notes | Working on a longer form fic atm. I love my wife I love my wife, and omg REM is so cute he makes me feel maternal AAAAAA. Also not proof read <3

𓐬 Haze is weirdly intense. Her presence is light, hardly there, and yet weigh so heavy. She isn’t someone who needs a full arsenal of fancy gear or to be large and physically imposing to be dangerous. A handful of tools and just… herself is enough.

𓐬 She’s a straightforward person, and likes to think she’s relatively simple but she's not. She also has a lot of inner conflict that she hides.

𓐬 At first she would have zero interest in a relationship with anyone; you’d be hard pressed to see her making a friend. Most people in her life exist within a spectrum, ranging from “acquaintance” to “enemy”. Very few people are ever in her inner circle, and to be there, you have to earn it.

𓐬 I 1000% think Haze is demiromantic, and likely demisexual too. Generally speaking, most people have the same incredibly low chance of success for truly wooing her. She might banter and jokingly flirt, but that’s all it stays as; there’s never any true feeling behind it.

𓐬 Even if you like her from the start, to have a chance at getting with Haze one would have to simply aim to become a friend before trying to pursue her romantically.

𓐬 In my mind, honestly, I don’t see two general types of people working for Haze this way. Very serious people, and incredibly meek people. You can be serious, but you need to have a hint of mischief, almost like Haze herself. You can be shy and timid at times, but if you can never overcome that shyness to stand up for yourself or anything at all, things won’t work. For the first, it’s because Haze would find that type of person boring. Reliable, maybe, a decent associate, but never anything more. For the second, it’s because Haze herself is dangerous, so being too cowardly through and through would also just not interest her. Plus, it would also mean she’d have to be the one to pursue the initial romantic connection, which she simply would not do.

𓐬 I think the type of person who has a chance with Haze varies quite a bit as long as they don’t hit the extreme of any spectrum. Not too cherry or preppy, not too serious or mean, not entirely evil but not wholly good, either, and definitely not someone who is irresponsible. The best match though? Like I said; I think Haze would weirdly be more likely to fall for someone who has a bit of mischief or rebellion in them.

𓐬 Someone… cheeky, in some fashion. Someone who maybe can’t keep up with her in the same areas, but can compare in other aspects. The cheekiness both meshes with the less serious parts of herself while simultaneously contrasting with the same seriousness. It would create just the right amount of push and pull that would stimulate her mind and feelings without exhausting or annoying her.

𓐬 Haze is like a cat. Or a bird. An owl, perhaps. Anyone who has dealt with either of these animals knows exactly what I’m talking about.

𓐬 Anyways; that altered cat-and-mouse game has to be… not the same from the very beginning, but consistent. What I mean is that a similar type of push and pull needs to be present when developing that initial friendship, and then evolve slightly when beginning the romantic pursuit. But, it needs to be something innate to you, as even once you’ve secured a relationship with her, that same kind of stimulation needs to be present. Again, in a different way, but present nonetheless. Obviously, if it’s just a façade you’ve put up, one; you’ll exhaust yourself doing it. Two, she’ll likely have seen through it.

𓐬 Speaking of seeing through things; Haze is very observant, probably more so than even someone like Abrams. On a mortal level, she could probably even put Doorman to shame when it comes to how well she observes and takes note of just about everything. She’s also not emotionally inept or ignorant to how people work, either, she simply chooses to keep her deeper feelings hidden.

𓐬 If you’re hiding something, she will know. If you manage to get something by her, she will be beyond impressed. Haze wouldn’t be adverse to keeping secrets like many others. To her, secrets can be necessary. Lying to her face may rub her the wrong way once you two have started to become close, though, as opposed to simply not saying what it is you’re keeping from her.

𓐬 Once you two reach a certain point, being open and honest on your own accord becomes a huge show of trust and care. It’ll be way harder for Haze to do this with you, but it’ll start of small and subtle as she builds up to being open for the first time in years.

𓐬 This trust being so significant to your relationship, platonic or otherwise, is why using her abilities on you, at least by this point (can’t promise she wouldn’t use them prior to this milestone) is something she loathes the idea of, even if you consent to it. Similar goes for whatever abilities you may possess, especially if they also deal with someone’s mind or consciousness.

𓐬 Another way she’ll show she cares is asking about incredibly mundane things. Physical affection takes a long time to build up to.

𓐬 Haze also will not be protective in the way others are. She’ll be honest when cautioning you against things she feels may cause harm, but ultimately, if you make a stupid choice, that’s on you and she will not save you. It doesn’t mean she doesn’t care, but it has never been and never will be her job to pick up for someone else’s incompetence, whether it’s intentional or not.

𓐬 That’s a huge thing; as soon as you genuinely act like a helpless imbecile to try and be cute or endearing, Haze will lose all interest. Jokingly acting dumb without actually behaving stupidly is one thing, but learned helplessness and weaponized incompetence are huge pet peeves for her. They kind of go beyond “pet peeves” and become “intense rage triggers”, really.

𓐬 After a while, it’ll be you who has to find a moment to be blatant on defining whatever it is happening between the two of you. Don’t make some big show of it, but be clear, straightforward.

𓐬 Haze also doesn’t feel like the type to use pet names, or really like most of them being used for her. Jokingly, here or there, but she’s more likely to call you an insult as a form of affection than ‘babe’ or anything. She also wouldn’t like terms like ‘boyfriend’ or ‘girlfriend’. ‘Partner’ is her go-to. Maybe ‘significant other’ if she’s feeling like mixing things up.

𓐬 Like I said; Haze is like a cat. When physical affection starts it’s on her terms, at least for a while.

𓐬 It’s small touches, standing closer, fixing your shirt collar or tucking in the pockets of your jeans while acting annoyed that you can’t even do that right. Mundane things become excuses to touch you, just as they were once excuses to speak to you and learn useless bits of info about you.

𓐬 Outside of getting along with you and trusting you, you become a little bit of an escape for her; you become the place where she can just be herself safely, instead of Dreamwalker, or the Sandman. She can branch out and explore more things than she would before; indulge in hobbies, try new things, be allowed to fail or mess up. She doesn’t have to be some flawless executioner, she can just be her.

𓐬 As that comfort and sense of safety grows, so too will Haze’s physical contact. She hides it well, but you know she’s touch starved. Hardly any contact she’s had in so long has been caring, gentle, or kind, let alone loving. Soon enough she’ll gladly lean into a hug or fall asleep against you.

𓐬 That said, aside from standing close or using a mundane excuse to touch you, Haze is NOT one for PDA. Maybe a side hug, that’s it.

𓐬 What won’t change in public vs private is how willing she is to tell you when you’ve done something well. The amount of tenderness she uses to express the sentiment may be different, but Haze is always willing to tell people, especially you, when they’ve done a good job, just as she’s happy to tell someone when they’re an idiot.

𓐬 “I love you” is a rare statement, but not a foreign sentiment. She may not even say it back when you say it most times, but she does express it in other ways.

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[strawb4kdior]

University Caitlyn Kiramman ⭐ -

parings: Caitlyn Kiramman x Fem reader

a/n: this was requested by @jomarch09 - her acct is sooo cute okokok - lots of love guys 🫶

@jomarch09 - my girl this is for you 💙💙💙

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University Choice: Caitlyn would attend Oxford University, studying Law—her goal is to go into politics or become a top prosecutor.

She excels in criminology and ethics modules, always debating with professors.

Library Queen—Caitlyn has a favorite spot in the Bodleian Library, where she spends hours studying.

Debate Society President—she’s known for destroying her opponents with calm logic.

She keeps her lecture notes colour-coded and pristine, and gets annoyed when people borrow them and don’t return them properly.

During exams, she revises three weeks in advance, while everyone else panics last-minute.

Loves study dates, where she insists on quizzing you between kisses.

Professor’s favourite—she always sits at the front, asks insightful questions, and sometimes gets extra mentorship.

She’s always the first to submit essays, never missing a deadline.

Gets frustrated when people cram last minute and still do well (but never shows it).

Caitlyn is known as "The Ice Queen" at uni—polite, but intimidatingly smart and composed.

Some people assume she’s posh and stuck-up, but her close friends know she’s just socially awkward.

Despite her reputation, she’s got a small but tight friendship group.

She hates clubbing but will go if you beg her (only if she can wear something chic).

At every fancy society ball, Caitlyn looks effortlessly elegant and every girl secretly has a crush on her.

She rarely drinks, but when she does, she gets overly affectionate with you.

Her reputation skyrockets when people realize she’s dating you.

Every law student at uni is a little in love with her.

People assume you got with her because of her family name, but she shuts down any gossip quickly.

Private but proud—she doesn’t talk much about your relationship, but everyone knows she adores you.

Caitlyn’s uni wardrobe is preppy and tailored—wool coats, blazers, tailored trousers.

Wears expensive loafers or leather boots every day.

She has a collection of scarves and gloves for winter, making her look effortlessly sophisticated.

Her casual outfits are crisp button-downs, fitted jumpers, and slim trousers.

Has a signature watch—something timeless and elegant, a gift from her parents.

Owns one perfect trench coat that makes her look like she stepped out of a fashion editorial.

Prefers gold jewelry—minimalist, elegant pieces.

Her pyjamas? Silk or cashmere, because of course.

Even when dressed down, she looks put-together and polished.

Secretly wears your hoodie when she’s missing you.

Caitlyn always picks you up after your late lectures.

If you have different schedules, she leaves you little notes in your bag.

Buys you coffee every morning—she knows exactly how you take it.

Brings you pastries when she visits because she “saw them and thought of you.”

Her favourite thing? Holding your hand in her coat pocket when it’s cold.

If you ever doubt yourself, she reminds you how brilliant you are.

She loves spoiling you—fancy dinners, gifts, anything to make you feel special.

Carries your books when your bag is too heavy.

Takes secret candid pictures of you because she thinks you’re beautiful.

Jealous but subtle—her stare alone keeps admirers at bay.

Cuddles you to sleep when you’re stressed, whispering reassurances.

Always defending you when people underestimate you.

You make her loosen up—she laughs more around you.

She helps you study, even if she’s not taking the same course.

Lends you her scarf when you forget yours.

Caitlyn handles exam stress logically—strict study schedules, timed breaks, and lots of tea.

You force her to take real breaks, dragging her outside to clear her mind.

Doesn’t snap at you, but gets a little distant when stressed.

Handwritten flashcards—she swears by them.

Will definitely quiz you on your own coursework, even if she doesn’t study the same subject.

Only drinks tea—coffee makes her jittery.

If she gets overwhelmed, she takes a long walk and listens to music.

Never pulls all-nighters—she believes in efficiency over exhaustion.

Brings you snacks while you’re revising, even if she’s swamped herself.

Hates group projects because she ends up doing everything herself.

Loves independent bookshops—always drags you inside.

Buys you fancy stationery because “proper tools help with productivity.”

Terrible at cooking—her idea of making dinner is ordering something expensive.

Has a secret soft spot for rom-coms, but will never admit it.

Her essays are always over the word count, and she has to cut them down.

Gives you her scarf when she sees you shivering without hesitation.

Sits next to you in lectures whenever possible.

Always beats you at chess—or any strategy game.

Loves fancy cocktail bars over loud clubs.

Sings quietly when she’s stressed—soft, soothing tunes.

Her dorm is spotless, with everything in its perfect place.

Always has a pack of mints on her.

Loves handwritten letters, and writes you one when she’s away.

Has a favourite café where she always orders Earl Grey.

Talks in her sleep when really exhausted.

Absolutely adores when you wear her clothes.

Fixes your tie or buttons absentmindedly before class.

Gets annoyed when people chew loudly in the library.

Will 100% plan your future together while pretending it’s hypothetical.

She loves you deeply but expresses it subtly—in gestures, in words, in the way she always puts you first.

[real-total-drama-takes]

despite its humor and parody, total drama presents an ever present theme of happy endings coming to those with good hearts. see: nice characters *mostly* getting eliminated with a silver lining and mean characters *mostly* getting karmic revenge. also see: owen and wayne winning despite doing very little strategically or even intentionally to win their respective seasons.

why, then, in almost every courtney all stars redemption fic, is the entire narrative bent to justifying all her previous actions and making her win without a self-confrontation or self-reflection of the person she’s become since joining the show? someone needs to send a cease and desist to those fic writers, and to whichever stylist cut courtney’s fuck ass bob.

there’s **got** to be better ways to write a redemption arc for her, guys. and it’s such a disservice and honestly a little misogynistic to make that arc revolve around a man (i.e. getting back together with scott/duncan or getting revenge on scott/duncan/alejandro for “wronging her”) and painfully cliche to make that arc revolve around no internal character growth and just monetary gain.

and give her some alternate outfits in your redemption fics, too! maybe she puts her hair up in a ponytail permanently like heather did in all stars, or maybe she wears more woods-appropriate clothing, like combat boots or cute outdoor jackets or non-capri pants? it was the 2007 style, but idk. i feel like court wouldn’t wear something so impractical? then again, she **did** think that she was going to an island resort or whatever fancy ruse chris made up to lure the contestants to camp wawanakwa. and there were only a few days btwn island and action, and action was on a movie lot, so her original outfit was more appropriate. but world tour? there’s no excuse for her not to have historical cultural or at least culturally on-trend/preppy clothing for the country they were giving in any given episode!

although maybe that’s just a cartoon “everyone wears the same clothes every day” thing.

and i’m now realizing i’ve derailed this take from fic critique to clothing critique. ugh.

anyways, princess courtney’s gown >>> wedding dress courtney’s gown. the deep purple suited her better than the traditional white.

also, it would’ve been cool to see courtney in a school uniform as an alternate outfits. not a literal one, with her school’s logo on it or whatever, but just something adjacent, since her fashion is so mid-2000s, preppy, girl-next-door, teacher’s pet coded. like a blazer with a blouse, a tie (**not** a ribbon–court’s too no-nonsense for that imo), and either sleek pants (prototype lawyer pantsuit courtney?) or a pleated skirt. the flats or Mary Jane loafers and a matching headband are a must, of course.

i’m not terribly worried about practicality if she wears a skirt, since it’s clear that she’d demolish a physical challenge any day (if we’re talking about her action self), or boss around her teammates a bunch without needing to push herself athletically (if we’re talking about her island or all stars self), or get angsty with gwen and fight with heather without needing to push herself athletically (if we’re talking about her world tour self).

[midnight---hollow]

“The weather is quite nice today, do remember proper uv protection though. A nasty sunburn can happen even on the funnest of days” 🍊💐

“Ow ow ow ow- it burns it burns!! Hey dont try to eat the sparklers they do not taste like pop rocks >:-[” 🦈🪸

This is my first time participating in a fan event, this for is @oya-oya-okay 3k fan event (congrats:D!!). Of course i had to draw rose(she/her) my yuu oc and vee(they/them) my sona

I was gonna draw some oc interactions aswell but i got nervous and didnt (tho maybe in the future ^^) had alot of fun making the designs, i always love making cute fem preppy outfits for rose and its always interesting making masc/androgynous fits tor vee

While rose has been on boats before this is her first time on a cruise. while she says she is just here to monitor the others, secretly she wants explore the ship and feel like one of those fancy ladys from the movies her and her fathers would watch!

Vees only time on a boat was that one time with azul in which the twins knocked the boat over- they never would have guessed they made them this big!! Oh they are in shock and awe and they want to try out everything! All the snacks all the rides, they are chasing down birds and cannon balling into the pool! “Sharks just want to have fun” and this ship is “totally jawsome”

[frailstateofhealy]

babe, you look so cool - matty x reader

a/n: hi, this is my first fic!! i've never really written something and put it out into the world so i hope you guys enjoy! so sorry if this is hard to follow but hopefully my writing improves! i'm going to label this as 18+ just because it's angsty and has mature themes! also let me know if you want a part 2! xx

warnings: angst, cursing, depiction of anger issues, toxic love and brief mention of blood

summary: you're in a toxic relationship with the lead singer of an up-and-coming band in your small town. he's damaged and so are you but two negatives make a positive right?

word count: 2.4k !!

wilmslow. a small town in england where your family had decided to relocate to a few weeks ago from london to get away from the chaos of the city.

you were eighteen years old and this would be your final year of school. you were nervous about moving to a town where you wouldn't know anyone until you met a guy called adam who was nice enough to invite you into his friend group and introduce you to them.

you would never fit in with the popular girls because you weren't a cute preppy blonde that everyone liked. you had brown curly hair and your favourite colour wasn't pink like the other girls. it was black and that was the colour you wore every day.

one day during lunch adam invited you to the table where he sat with his friends every single day. as you approached the table you saw a tall guy with blonde hair and another with short brown hair who seemed a bit shy. then finally, you saw the one who was laughing obnoxiously at something the taller blonde one had said to him. the obnoxious guy's smile faded from when he saw you standing there in front of him like he was almost in a trance at the sight of you.

adam stood up from his seat and walked over to you. "hey boys, this is y/n. she's new here and i wanted to welcome her into our group." you smiled and looked at each one of the three boys sitting in front of you but your eyes traveled back to the loud one. he was so visually appealing to you and there was something enticing about him.

adam started "this is george, he's massive. this is ro-" adam was abruptly cut off when the obnoxious one stood up in front of you. "fuck off ross! i'm matty." he said with a smile while letting his eyes linger on you for a few moments before he forced himself to look away.

you looked at matty, he was beautiful. people would often argue that men couldn't be beautiful which you always believed to be true until you met matty.

george's deep raspy voice knocked you out of your trance "shit, matty just fell in love at first sight." george joked that day but he was right and he usually was right when it came to things like that. george and matty seemed to be the closest of the four, they told each other everything. they hardly ever had secrets between them and george knew exactly when his best friend fancied someone, especially from the way matty looked at you. he looked at you as if you were the most beautiful piece of art hanging in a museum, one that he couldn't take his eyes off of.

you began to ask adam some questions about his friend matty during the class you two had together. you knew you had to get to know him and you wouldn't rest until you did. something about him really intrigued you.

matthew healy. nineteen years old. he had spent one extra year in school because he got held back from not paying attention in class or skipping. when he was asked why he didn't show up to class he told the teachers that school "got in the way of his visionary genius" he had long curly brown hair that just barely touched his neck. he sometimes wore his hair up in a bun which matty preferred you called a "man bun." his normal attire was black, ripped skinny jeans, and any shirt he could find in his closet. adam really didn't go into much detail but apparently matty had a rough home life. his parents were always working and had to babysit his little brother often. matty had beautiful brown eyes, the kind you could easily get lost in without even trying. he was shorter than adam, ross, and george and they often teased him about this which he got quite defensive over. all four of them were in a band they called themselves 'big sleep' because matty chose the name after something he enjoyed doing.

they invited you to their band practices in matty's basement every time they had one because they could use constructive criticism which is what adam said. but, you knew it was just because matty wanted to look at you. george played the drums, and ross and adam both played guitar. matty was the lead singer which wasn't surprising for his flamboyant and loud personality. you knew they would be famous one day especially matty. he was the perfect frontman for a rock band, you could just tell.

you and matty had a thing. you wouldn't know what to call it although labels weren't always important. you two would catch each other staring a little more than it should be between two friends. the other guys always knew there was something more between you and matty but they didn't seem to mind. they just seemed to be happy that matty was excited about and that you motivated him to keep showing up to school. ross told you he hadn't seen matty this happy in awhile.

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you sat there with your legs crossed and watched the guys in front of you tuning their instruments and getting ready for today's band rehearsal. they were in the initial stages of their band so up to this point they only really sang covers of their favourite alternative songs, most of which matty chose.

"so, we wrote this song the other night when you had that thing come up with your dad." matty spoke into the microphone and he seemed quite nervous by way his voice was shaky. the mere mention of your father felt like a punch in the stomach.

matty looked over nervously to his left where adam stood with the guitar pick in his hand. adam gave him a slight nod to calm matty's nerves a bit as if saying it was okay. matty put his head down for a moment "let's do this boys." your eyes traveled to adam as he played the first few chords of their first original song. it was a slower song, it started with just four simple chords and it remained pretty consistent throughout the song. matty started to sing effortlessly while staring at you.

"she had a face straight out of a magazine"

you looked at adam, ross, and george who all seemed to get lost in the music surrounding them. you nodded your head to the beat of the music while also paying close attention to the lyrics that matty sang. you were impressed, you knew they were good but not to this degree. you could tell by the covers that they would sing that they had something special but this just further proved it to be true. the music started to build as the guys started playing faster and with more passion. you loved seeing all four of them get lost in the music that they played. you noticed that adam gave matty another nod as if telling him to do something.

"but if you just take off your mask, you'd find out everything's gone wrong"

matty sang out as he started walking towards you. he grabbed your hand and pulled you hard off the piece of furniture you were sitting on.

"what are you doing?" you asked but you didn't get an answer, well at least not the one you thought you'd get. matty took a break from singing with the pause of the instruments behind him.

"i fucking love you." he muttered as he grabbed you roughly by the back of the neck and pulled you closer to him before you even had a chance to respond. before you knew it, matty crashed his lips against yours in what was a passionate kiss. you felt chills run through your body as he let his lips linger on yours for a few moments before pulling away. when he pulled away from the kiss he reached his hand out for yours as if he didn't want to pull away but he knew he had to. you glanced up at saw george and ross smirking at each other.

they finished the rest of the song and you just stood there dumbfounded. you had no idea what just happened, you weren't upset but you were just surprised. matty nervously looked at the guys and george gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder when all the guys stepped away from their instruments and went into the other room to give you two privacy.

matty finally approached you once again and you immediately spoke "the song was absolutely amazing but why did you kiss me?" matty stared into your eyes as he started to softly twirl the hair that was hanging in his face. you knew him enough to know that he only twisted his curls when he was nervous about something.

"fucking hell!" he finally said as he started pacing in front of you. "matty, what's wrong?" you asked in a concerned voice. you could tell by his body language that something was bothering him.

"i can't stop looking at you. i can't stop thinking about you and it's bloody frustrating. i'm not supposed to be in love with you but i can't help it." he walks back and forth in front of you at a faster pace as his voice grows louder.

"i can't even fucking go to sleep without thinking about how i feel about you. even when i do sleep, you show up in my dreams. it's just-" he pauses for a moment while you just stand there staring at him.

"it's fucking impossible. i need to be your boyfriend. i'll fucking do anything." he trails off while noticing that you're just standing there looking at him. he probably thought you were judging him but you just didn't want to interrupt him.

"shit! are you even listening to me right now?"

you could tell that he was starting to get pissed off. you knew it wasn't with you but it seemed he was very frustrated with himself. he got closer to you, so much so that you could feel his warm breath on your face.

"i need you to be mine. i need you to be my girlfriend and i need you to fucking fall in love with me or something. fuck!" at this point he was raising his voice in frustration. he bit his lip and walked over to the wall and punched his fist right through it. he fell to his knees on the ground, not from the pain of punching the wall but from the pain he was feeling in his chest. at this point, his breathing was fast and he had his head in his hands while he kneeled there on the ground.

without hesitation, you rushed over to him and got onto your knees. you instantly took his now bloody hand into your hands.

"look at me matty, breathe, okay?" you said in a calm tone while staring into his brown eyes which seemed to be darker than usual at this moment.

"i just, i can't..." he paused to gasp for air.

"i can't get you off my mind is all." he said with tears forming in his eyes. he wasn't upset from sadness though. you knew it was from the overwhelming feeling of passion he was experiencing at this moment. when matty had his mind set on something, it was nearly impossible to change his mind or get him to think of something else.

"matty, what makes you think i don't want the same thing? what makes you think i'm not in love with you because i am." you saw his face turn from a pained expression into an almost bright one. his breathing instantly slowed down now that you spoke. "really?" he asked. you looked down as you noticed a bruise starting to form as well as blood trickling it's way down his hand.

you started to cry, you couldn't bear the sight of him in pain. he cupped your face with his hurt hand, letting out a hitched breath while wincing in pain. he extended his fingers to wipe the mascara filled tears that fell down your cheeks.

"i love you so fucking much, darling." he said almost as he felt relief despite all the pain he must have been in. he wasn't in much pain though, at least not right now when he was looking into the eyes of the girl he loved.

he pressed his lips against yours. only this time it was a gentle kiss that sent shivers through your body. you had dreamt of this moment since you first laid your eyes on him when adam introduced you to him.

you felt helpless right now, you knew he wouldn't have punched the wall if you just spoke up when he was talking. what if him being in pain right now was your fault?

"george!!" you yelled out which was the first name that came to your mind besides Matty's. he was only in the other room so he came rushing in based solely on of the distress in your voice.

"what hap-" he stopped when he saw his friend on the floor next to you. george immediately crouched down onto the floor next to the both of you.

"shit, not again mate." george said he helped his best friend by grabbing a nearby towel and wrapping it around his injured hand.

"he told me he was in love with me but he got frustrated and then that happened." you gestured towards the hole in the wall.

"he does this a lot. he'll be okay." george reassured while grabbing the ice from ross that he had brought in as if each of them already knew what to do.

"what did you say?" george asked as if matty wasn't sitting there right in front of him.

matty looked up at george with a genuine smile. matty didn't smile much unless he was telling a lame joke and even then it faded pretty fast. this one though was already lasting longer than any joke that he thought was hilarious.

"she said you she feels the same mate! she actually feels the same. can you fucking believe that?" matty spoke with a smile.

"i fucking told you you she would. hurt your hand for nothing you wanker!" george teased as he playfully ran his hand through matty's messy brunette curls.

"i got the girl." the curly-haired rocker said with a growing smile.

george smirked and kneeled off of the ground. "yeah, let's see if you can keep this one."

you looked at them both with a raised eyebrow and repeated what george said in your head.

this one? what the fuck does that mean?

[elysiumplus]

bruba headcanon time. Bored at work so you all must bear witness

Bruno Bucciarati:

◇ genderqueer, pansexual ; he/him but will also tolerate and respond to she/her and they/them

- Has a massive wardrobe and likes both masculine and feminine fashion. His face is pretty androgynous and he knows how to use makeup to achieve a more masc or more fem face based on how he feels that day

- When not dressed fancy he likes outfits that mix and/or match maxi skirts, slacks, cardigans, expensive jackets, long sleeves, et cetera.

- He's fond of Leone's clothes and can be seen in their house borrowing (stealing) them, especially his band tees that look oversized on the shorter of the two. He finds the smell comforting.

- Underneath his outfits is usually some sort of cute bralette or similar and ALWAYS matching panties rather than boxers, and he's very very fond of intricate white, black or red lace and garters, to hold his expensive socks up of course... sometimes his lingerie will be the most intricate part of the outfit even if no one but he and Leone will see; he finds it to be freeing and euphoric

- Sometimes he dons shaping bras under it all if he has no chest window, and he gets a major kick out of confusing people about his gender.

- Speaking of gender, when asked about it, he will usually give a vague response or just shrug and smile and enjoy what ensues. If pressured though, he often says he is simply a guy.

- Considering taking estrogen, but is not dysphoric

- He doesn't really do piercings, but he has a tongue piercing of all things and one earlobe piercing each. I do think a navel would be fun for him- he's 20 in 2001, let him be silly!

- Expensive tastes in everything, even if he grew up poor. He enjoys wine and cheese tasting with his husband especially

- Probably a neat freak but his office/room is likely a wreck. He is a chronic overworker and sometimes forgets to actually take care of himself. Despite the occasional instances of messiness, he knows exactly where everything is.

- He's an early bird.

- Can cook extremely well and can make anything with what's in the pantry.

- Favors fish over red meat and poultry.

Leone Abbacchio:

◇ transgender male, achillean ; he/him

- Is post-op top surgery and has had a hysterectomy- his mental well-being improved drastically

- About 5 years on testosterone

- Very very sleepy.

- In high school he was shockingly preppy- a real model student

- After high school and after his partner died, he started experimenting with self-expression during his transition and found peace in expressing himself with fashion and makeup.

- He and his partner were in a close romantic relationship prior to the latter's death.

- He grew his hair out because his partner had once stated he would look handsome with long hair.

- Enjoys goth and deathrock fashion, but his taste in music extends from opera, new wave, prog rock, goth rock to industrial metal.

- Massive Depeche Mode fan.

- Has dabbled in drag before, but he finds it too exhausting to keep up with.

- Hates seafood/fish.

- His wardrobe is all black and red, but he has a few colorful pairs of socks and boxers, often with cat motifs

- His favorite animal is the housecat

- Has volunteered at cat shelters to help out