what kind of style do each of them like, as in clothing? who's more casual, who's more down to earth, etc?
-Virgil’s style is the most casual. he always wears baggy sweatpants, oversized hoodies & sweatshirts (mainly ones he “borrowed” from Logan & Roman), band tees, Disney tees (he may or may not have “borrowed” one or two from Roman), beanies, and different colors of vans sneakers. he occasionally wears black skinny jeans with ripped knees, and combat boots. he also very very occasionally wears flower crowns & oversized pastel sweaters (with the skinny jeans & vans)
-Patton’s style is vibrant & childlike. he wears a lot of sky blues, sunshine yellows, pastel pinks, and mint greens. he wears polos, cardigans, silly graphic tee shirts, ugly sweaters, sweatpants, dad jeans, khakis, pastel/bright vans, converse, and of course his glasses.
-Logan is the most professional/down to earth. when he’s teaching or volunteering at the library he wears his usual glasses/polo/tie/dark jeans/black dress shoes. when he’s at home or out with the others he’ll wear something a little more laid back. glasses of course, polos, nerdy graphic tee shirts, sweatshirts, dark skinny jeans, sweatpants sometimes, and slip on sneakers.
-Roman’s style is extra af. he wears sunglasses sometimes, colorful bomber jackets (his red one & rose gold one are his favorites), white & black v neck tee shirts, Disney tee shirts & sweatshirts, skinny jeans of every color you can think of, sweatpants sometimes, vans sneakers of every color you can think of, and red converse.
((this is gonna be their styles in my high school au too))
you're taking trans lazytown headcanons?? *whispers* trans boy stephanie possibly getting new clothes, cutting his hair, picking a new name, and everyone else being positive and supportive, and learning to use the correct pronouns
Sorry I couldn’t hit all the things you listed! Hope you enjoy this :3
Stingy and Seth climbed out of the car, Stingy’s driver
holding the door open for them. Seth fidgeted with the hem of his basketball
shorts. This was the first time he had been out of Lazytown since changing his
pronouns and his nerves were piling up again.
Beside him, Stingy straightened his bow tie. “Ready?” He asked.
“I think so but… is this really necessary?”
“Of course it is. You can’t keep wearing the same ‘boy clothes’ over and
over. You need new clothes. Good
clothes. Trust me Ste- Seth, you’ll feel a lot better once we’re done.”
Seth sent him an understanding smile. It hadn’t been easy getting the town
used to his new name but everyone was trying their best to switch. Seth felt
lucky to have so much support.
Stingy turned to the driver, “Davenport, come back in five hours.”
Seth’s face fell, “Five hours?”
Without answering, Stingy grabbed his hand and led them into the
It didn’t take Seth long to figure out why the shopping trip would take
five hours. The first shop alone took them a whole hour. Stingy kept Seth
practically imprisoned in the dressing room, tossing various clothes over the
door for him to model.
Finally, when Seth felt like he had tried on the store’s entire inventory,
Stingy declared them done. The disproportionately small pile of clothes on
the checkout counter had a lot of pastel colors in it.
Seth turned to Stingy, “Is it okay to wear that many… you know, girly colors?”
“Pink looks good on you,” Stingy said, seeing right through to Seth’s main
concern, “It doesn’t matter what gender you are— if a color looks
good on you, you should wear it.”
Seth smiled. He had been a little afraid of letting go of
the color pink. It still remained his favorite color but he had felt odd
wearing it recently, scared it made him look too much like a girl. Stingy’s
statement gave Seth all the confidence he needed to take out his wallet
“Oh no you don’t!” Stingy grabbed Seth’s wrist and pulled it back, pushing
a gold credit card into the cashier’s hand.
“No arguing! This is my shopping trip for you. I’m
It was like that for the next two stores they visited. By the end, Seth
was weighed down with bags full of tee shirts, polo shirts, non-sport shorts,
formal wear, summer clothes, winter clothes, and, Seth’s favorite, a package of
“One more stop,” Stingy announced. He stopped in front of a store with a
pair of scissors on the sign, “This is my hair cut place. But I’ll
let you get your hair cut here, if
Seth gulped, “I think I am.”
As soon as they walked through the door, a tall woman with short blue hair
waved at them She was wearing a half apron with the salon’s logo on the front.
“Hello, Stingy!” Her smile changed when she saw Seth. It became
mischievous, “And who might this
be? You’re girlfriend?” She winked.
Shoulders slumped, Seth let out a sigh. He placed the bags on the floor by
the door and tried not to look as dejected as he felt. It was natural that
strangers would still mistake him for a girl. So why did he feel so frustrated?
“Actually,” Stingy crossed his arms
and picked his chin up, “This is my boyfriend, Seth.” Then his
face turned a deep red, “I- I mean, this is my friend Seth. Who is a boy. Not
my boyfriend, it’s not like that, but
he is a boy.”
The woman looked taken aback before giggling. She held out a hand to the
still shocked Seth, “Sorry about that. I like to tease him. It’s very nice
to meet you, young man!”
Seth grinned and took the hand, “Nice to meet you too!”
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School was– well, awkward. As the days go by my bump becomes more noticeable. I’ve started wearing baggy sweaters and loose teeshirts, with camisoles underneath so it isn’t that noticeable, but that won’t help for long. My boobs have grown at least 2 sizes, and still continue to grow. Jack loves it, of course. Sadly, my wardrobe didn’t fly with the school. Strictly skirts or khaki pants, the ugly polo tee shirt. Thank god I have a few sweatshirts with the schools logo on them.
As time goes by, the romance disappears between Jack and I. I feel bad, all I ever want to do is eat and sleep. He’s been a good sport though, he’s very understanding. Although I’ve walked in on him masturbating countless times at this point, it’s time for me to do something for him.
I slipped on the thigh high stockings and connected them to the garter belt, pulling my school skirt over them. I hemmed the old skirt so it was skim just bast my butt. I cut up one of my old school tee shirts so my newfound cleavage would pop out, and tied at my waistline. I curled my hair and put them into a pony tail. I contoured my face and chest, outlining my cleavage and collarbones with bronzer. The natural looking fake eyelashes looking good with my wings eyeliner and my natural smoky eye.
Luckily, Jack had to stay after school for a PTA conference, which runs until about 4:30. Right now, it is 4:10. Jasmine is spending time with my dad today, which is nice. I like to see them bonding. I finished adding the final touches to my outfit, when Jack walked in the door.
“Hi baby, I’m home early. The conference was cut short because some parent needed to talk to the principal. Are you hungr—“ He cut himself off when he saw me sitting on his desk in his office, one leg crossed over the other, the white stockings covering my smooth pale legs and into my dark green stilettos, the schools colors.
“Holy fucking shit.” He dropped his bag on the ground and just stood there, jaw dropped.
“Are you just gonna stand there, or are you gonna bend me over your desk?” I practically moaned, trying to be sexy. My dark red lipstick adding to my confidence loads.
“Baby, what’re you doing—“ He asked but I cut him off.
“Shh, no time for questions. Come here.” I whispered. He walked towards me slowly, the sleeves of his button up rolled up to just below his elbows, the veins in his wrist shown. His jaw was clenched tightly, his breathing heavy as his chest heaved with each breath.
I pulled him between my legs by his tie, my hands traveling under his button up, feeling his abs.
“I’ve been a very bad girl,” I whispered in his ear, pulling him down to my height by his tie.
“I think I need to be punished.” I whined, my lips just grazing his ear.
My fingers fiddled with the button of his slacks, the only sound in the house is the zipper slowly being pulled down. His slacks were strained at his package, he’s already painfully hard.
“I’ve had blue balls for a month. Are you sure you want to do this? Because once I start, I can’t stop. I won’t stop.” He gritted. I nodded once, His lips immediately crushing against mine. His hands rubbed the tops of my things, feeling the straps connecting the stockings to the belt. He helped me off and flipped me around, carefully bending me over the desk. The skirt was pulled off my legs, carefully stepping out of it. His hands kneaded my ass, unhooking the stockings from the belt too.
“You look so… sexy baby.” His voice was raspy, as if he had just woken up from a deep, deep sleep. His hands just rubbed me, through my underwear, my butt, my back, my neck. He slowly peeled the white thong off of me, the whole bottom soaking wet with my arousal. He stood on his knees, his fingers opening me. He held me open with his thumbs, his tongue immediately devouring me. I gripped on the edge of the wooden desk, my red notebook sat on his office chair. He had been reading it. My face turned red, his index finger entering me, thumb rubbing my clit.
His tongue joined his finger as he devoured me, literally. I bit on my lip and tried to hold in my moans, Jack noticing and stopping.
“Let it out baby, tell Daddy how he’s making you feel.” He moaned, using his whole face to make me tremble.
“Tell me.” He barked. I flinched at his rigid tone and rebelled against him.
“Fucking slut.” He barked once again, jumping to his feet, and slapping my butt.
“When I’m talking to you, you listen to me.” He grits. I nodded once and faced away from him.
“Now, turn around so I can see my beautiful girlfriend’s face.” He smiled against my back. I flipped around, facing him, us basically in the missionary position.
His hands rubbed my thighs, opening them and standing in-between them. He pulled his shirt off, his body a lot more toned than I remember it.
“Have you been working out?” I whispered, running my hands down his chest, his v-line a lot more sculpted.
“Yeah, I felt like I kept bugging you when I was, you know– turned on, so I started working out.“
“You look so good, baby.” I smiled, his biceps practically bulging. “And you weren’t bugging me. You could never bug me. I’m sorry that I haven’t been, well– sexual lately. I just kind of feel gross and fat. I’ve got more stretch marks than ever, I’m gaining weight like crazy, and I just feel like you don’t see me sexually anymore.” I trailed off.
“Baby, right now, your body is changing. Our baby is inside of you, you are nurturing and growing our baby. You have never been more beautiful, more sexy than you are now. Your body is so beautiful. You’re curvy. You’re most definitely not fat. Baby, feel how hard I am,” He paused. I reached down and felt his length, it practically was rock hard.
“I have never been more turned on in my life. There is nothing sexier than the woman carrying my baby.” He said, pressing a kiss to my lips. I kicked his pants off his hips, his feet doing the rest, his boxers following. He rubbed his tip between my folds, before slowly entering me. I clenched around him, as he stretched me out. It has been awhile since we’ve actually had sex, the stretch that I have been longing for, so greatly anticipated.
“I’m gonna tell you now, I’m not gonna last long.” He groaned as he held my hips, his chest lightly glistened with sex. I nodded and adjusted my hips upward, my legs hooking around his hips. We were chest to chest, my shirt thrown on the floor long before. My bra was currently being unhooked and thrown across the room, our bodies now completely bare.
“You’re so tight.” He groaned, his hand clasped tightly around my neck, as if he was choking me. I moaned loudly, the vibrations going onto his hand.
“Are you close?” I asked him, his thrusts becoming sloppy and slow.
“Yes.” He groaned. I pushed him off of me, just enough so he would pull out, before dropping to my knees in front of him. I grabbed his cock, which was now throbbing, convulsing, and red. I kissed his tip, Jack’s hands pulling my hair out of the pony tail and tangling it between my fingers. I took him into my mouth, carefully taking him deeper each second, inch by inch, until my lips brushed his stubbly pubic bone.
“Fuck, baby, fuck.” He choked out, my lips going up and down his throbbing length.
“I’m coming.” He whimpered, his tip resting on my tongue as he shot his load into my mouth.
“You never cease to amaze me.” He smiled, wiping his come off my cheekbone with his thumb and putting it in my mouth. My tongue swirled around it, cleaning the remains off.
“Good girl.” He whispered. I stood up and headed for the door, his arm caught me.
“What’re you doing?” I whispered.
“Gotta make sure my princess is satisfied.” He smirked before getting on his knees.
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