You’re a Thick Girl and You Get Teased While You’re in Public // Seventeen Reaction
Can you do reaction for Seventeen dating a thick girl (like big butt & boobs & plump arms & mid-section type thick girl, if you get my drift because some people just don’t understand the term thick) and they get teased in public. Much appreciated :)
Author’s Note: Thank you for requesting and I would like to apologize for taking so long with writing it. I hope it’s what you wanted and if not I’m sorry! Feel free to request some more! I’m out of school, so I am free to write more often. Thank you! Hope you like it. Enjoy!
Also, I will be visiting this tomorrow to fix any mistakes even though I have edited it multiple time.
Seungcheol has been very busy with their recent comeback. Currently, he is practicing with the boys, but later on tonight he promised that the two of us would go out to dinner since we barely have any time alone due to his busy schedule. He would be home in about an hour or so, so I decided that I should start getting ready. I was so consumed with doing my makeup and picking out an outfit that I didn’t notice that Seungcheol was already home until he was knocking on the door frame. “Hey, babe. You ready?” I nodded, “Yep, just in time.” We left the apartment and we soon arrived at the restaurant. We were seated quickly and my eyes began to scan the menu. The waitress came over to take our order. Upon receiving Seungcheol’s order, she turned to me and looked me up and down. “I believe all you need is water and maybe a salad.” I was appalled, but Seungcheol came to my rescue. “I believe she can have whatever she wants and she does not need you to tell her what she can and cannot have to eat.” After the waitress left, Seungcheol was quick to reassure me and tell me that I was beautiful. He was a total sweetheart and made sure to keep my mind off the rude waitress for the rest of the night.
The boys were invited to an award ceremony and since our relationship has been public for a while Jeonghan was allowed to invite me to go with him and the boys. I rode with the them, but stayed with their manager who headed inside while the boys walked the carpet. I knew it wouldn’t be long until they would be done and I told Jeonghan that I would meet them at their table. Before heading to meet up with them, I decided to go touch up my makeup before the show started. I was in the bathroom fixing my dress and making sure my makeup was not smudged. There was a group of girls chatting behind me, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. I left and the girls continued to follow me. “That dress is cute, but she ruins it with her chubby body. It would look so much cuter on me,” whispered one of the girls, but unfortunately, I heard it loud and clear. “She should have worn a dress that covered her big arms.” My confidence vanished and I scurried back to the boys with a frown on my face. “Babe, what’s the matter?” questioned a worried Jeonghan. “Do you think I should have worn a different dress? One that covered more of my body?” His eyebrows furrowed together as he took my hands in his slightly larger ones. “What made you suddenly question your dress choice? You loved the way it looked on you the other day and before we left.” Shrugging my shoulders, I avoided eye contact with him. “I don’t know. I just overheard some girls saying it didn’t suit me and it would look better on them.” His voice changed and his eyes darkened. “Aish, don’t listen to them. You look perfect and I don’t know how I’m going to be able to keep my hands off of you all night,” A blush quickly washed over my cheeks. “Plus, girls put others down when they’re lacking confidence in themselves, so don’t let them ruin yours.”
I am originally from LA like Joshua, but I never met his family before. So, I flew to America with the boys when they went to film the music video for ‘Don’t Wanna Cry’ just so he could finally introduce me to his parents. The boys were going to explore LA while Joshua and I went shopping. I wanted to go shopping because I wanted to get something nice that wasn’t too fancy, but wasn’t something that I would wear everyday. Also, I wanted to wear something that would impress his parents. “Y/N, my parents aren’t going to like you or dislike you because of what you wear.” Joshua said as I drug him into another store. “Hush, Joshua,” My eyes skimmed the racks of dresses until I found a beautiful black spaghetti strap dress. “I’m going to try this on!” I shouted as I headed towards the dressing room. I slipped on the dress and it fell to my mid-thigh and hugged my body perfectly. I walked out to show Joshua, “What do you think? Do you think your parents will like it?” He opened his mouth to respond, but a voice that was higher pitched than his responded. “I don’t think you want to impress his parents in that dress. It doesn’t fit your body type,” I turned around to look at her. “It shows off the plumpness of your body. Kind of revolting if you asked me.” I was speechless, but Joshua didn’t want to start a fight, so he dismissed her and he gently pulled me around to face him. “The dress looks perfect on you and it hugs your body perfectly,” He cupped my face, “My parents will be blown away by your beauty,” Silently, he kissed my lips carefully, “I know I am.”
I was hanging out with my friends and we decided to go out to eat together. Unfortunately, I could probably say that we are not truly friends, more like acquaintances, which explains why they had no problem telling me that I was eating too much and that I was already thick enough. After hearing that, I stopped eating because every bite I took made my stomach twist and turn almost making me vomit. We split our ways and I headed back to the dorm to hang out with Jun and the boys. Later on that night, Mingyu cooked dinner for the boys and he offered me some. “Oh! No thank you.” I smiled slightly while holding up my hands in front of me to stop him from handing me a plate full of his delicious cooking. Jun stopped eating, “What’s wrong? Are you sick? You never pass up Mingyu’s cooking,” He picked up a spoonful of the food off of his plate. “Here, have some of mine.” Once again, I denied the food that Jun was trying to get me to eat. “No, I really don’t want anything to eat.” Shoving the spoon back in my face, “At least have a bite.” As much as I love Jun, my blood began to boil because he was so persistent. With my lips sealed tight he tried once again, but I was pissed at this point because all I could think about was my ‘friends’ comments from earlier. I stood up with so much force it caused my chair to screech across the floor. “Jun! Stop it! Does it look like I need anything else to eat!? I don’t need to gain anymore weight.” I whispered at the end. The boys looked at me with mouths agape and eyes full of shock. Jun was surprised from my sudden outburst and I couldn’t stop the tears of embarrassment from leaking from my eyes. I walked out of the kitchen with Jun following me like a lost puppy asking why I was suddenly so upset about my body. Walking into his shared room, I turned towards him and looked at him with blurry vision, “My friends were commenting on the amount of food I have been eating and how I would become too big if I ate any more than I already did.” A frown consumed his face as he wrapped his arms around me. Rubbing my back comfortably, he told me how perfect he thought my body was and how I needed new friends. “They aren’t your real friends if they talk about you like that. Just get rid of them if all they’re going to do is bring you down instead of encouraging you to be your best or reassure you that you’re perfect just the way you are.” I nodded, “I’m so happy to have you and the boys too because you guys are true friends and you know how to make me feel better.” I kissed him passionately and he soon pulled me back to the kitchen. “Now, let’s go enjoy some good food with real friends.”
We all know that Hoshi is an amazing dancer. Dancing is his life and it helps him express himself in ways that he never could before. That’s why he took it upon himself to teach me some moves, so we could have something else to bond over. So, here we were in the dance studio with Hoshi showing me moves while I try to execute them. Unfortunately, there were other dancers in the practice room with us, so I felt quite embarrassed since I am not a professional dancer like the rest of them. Even though I could somewhat execute the moves, they did not look the best and the other dancers could tell, but everyone except one person decided not to say anything. “Maybe if you lost some weight, then you would move more fluently and one day you might be a decent dancer.” Hoshi’s face and my face burned bright red, but for different reasons. While my body filled with embarrassment, Hoshi’s filled with anger. “We’re just doing this for fun and her weight or body type has nothing to do with how well she dances. She has very little experience with dancing and she doesn’t dance for hours on end like us, so she’s obviously not a professional. The more she practices the better she’ll get, but for now I don’t want any of you commenting on her weight or how well she dances,” he demanded as he grabbed my hand and drug me out of the room. “Don’t listen to them. The more we practice together the better we’ll get. Plus, it’s just for fun.” Hoshi said reassuringly.
I first met Wonwoo when I started working at Pledis and that was about two years ago. We began dating after a year of knowing each other. I love my job because even though Wonwoo and the boys are very busy, I am able to see him and spend time with him everyday. Today the boys have a fanmeet and my job is to help make sure the line keeps running smoothly. The fan meet has been going on for a while and I noticed that the boys were slowing running out of water, so I decided to get them some more. There was a pack of water at the bottom of the stairs. I began to gather as many bottles that I could and as I started to leave a fan stopped me. “ Can you either pull your shirt up or buy clothes that fit you.” Other fans around her laughed. “That shirt is a little too small for you chubby body.” I quickly left and didn’t say anything to them, but as I got on the stage and started to distribute the water I knew Wonwoo heard everything since he asked if I was okay. “Don’t let their comments get to your head. They’re young and don’t know how to respect someone because they have a different body type.” I smiled and reassured him it was fine because I could tell he was upset that his fans treated me the way they did, but I was also thankful he checked on me to make sure I was okay.
We have been dating for a long time now and we decided not long ago that we would go public with out relationship. Lots of fans were supporting of our relationship, but unfortunately, there were a handful of fans that disliked me and made it their job to try to bring me down. Tonight the boys had a concert and Woozi invited me to come watch. It was about time for the boys to go on, so I bid the boys farewell and wished them luck before I left. The concert was great, but there was a group of girls that kept eyeing me and trying to talk discreetly about me. I tried not to let them ruin the mood, especially since I finally got to see the boys perform for the first time in forever. After the show was over, I went to head back stage, but I was stopped by the same group of girls that sat near me during the concert. “Hey, don’t you think Woozi oppa deserves better than you?” said one of the girls who blocked my path towards the backstage. They didn’t give me a chance to respond before one of the others started talking. “He deserves to have someone healthy and not so chubby like you.” I was shocked that someone would say that to my face. I was used to reading that kind of stuff on the internet, but it was different to hear it being said to your face. I began to stutter because I didn’t know what to say. A familiar voice erupted from behind the group of girls, “Hey! Why are you being so mean to her!?” He was angry. “I’m so tired of everyone mistreating Y/N and commenting about her weight,” Woozi grabbed my hand and began to pull me towards backstage. “She is healthy and beautiful. If anything, it’s me who doesn’t deserve her.” He pulled me towards their room and I could almost see the steam coming out of his ears. “Thanks, Woozi.” I said as I kissed his cheek and caressed his arm that was holding my hand.
The boys had a couple days off, so they were quick to decide that we were going to spend them at the beach. Before we left the dorm, I went to the bathroom and threw on my two piece bathing suit, then I slipped my t-shirt back on. We arrived at the beach and the boys mostly scattered to do their own thing, like playing in the water or tanning or even playing a game of volleyball on shore. I decided that I was going to tan while Dokyeom went to play with some of the boys. I stripped my white t-shirt off and stretched my towel out on the sand. I laid down and while I was tanning I watched the boys enjoy their time off. A smile was consuming my face, but soon a frown replaced it. “Hey fatty! Cover up or move please. I don’t want to see that.” said a girl who could pass for a model. I suddenly felt self conscious and sat up and started to pull my shirt over myself to hid my curvy body, but before I could finish Dokyeom appeared next to me and stopped me. He turned to face the girl who was discriminating my weight “Hey! If you don’t want to look at my beautiful girlfriend, then feel free to move somewhere else along the beach,” He grabbed my hand, “She’s not moving just so she could please you.” Once the girl left, I cupped his cheek and lightly kissed him on the lips. “Thank you, Dokyeom.” He flashed me a smile, “No problem, Y/N.”
My eyes scanned over the many food products that occupied our shopping cart. “I think that’s all we need,” As I was checking over my grocery list that was a mile long, I realized that I was missing something and that something was chocolate. “Shoot! I need to get some chocolate. You know, for that time of the month.” I giggled, “Okay. I’ll start checking out while you run and get that.” Mingyu said as he headed towards the checkout line. Swiftly, I found the isle that held all the chocolate and other sweet stuff. My eyes wondered over all the chocolate and I couldn’t make up my mind what kind I wanted. “Honey, you don’t need anymore chocolate.” came an unknown voice from behind me. I turned around and my eyes fell upon a middle aged woman. “Excuse me?” “I’m just saying it wouldn’t hurt for you to lay off on the chocolate. All that sweet stuff goes straight to your butt and thighs and yours are big enough.” I didn’t know what to say or how to react, so I quickly turned on my heel and left the isle without any chocolate in my hand made a beeline straight towards Mingyu checking out. I decided to help him load the bagged groceries back into the cart, so we could get out of the store as soon as possible. “Babe, did you not find any chocolate that you wanted?” I cut my eyes at him warning him to not say anything else while we were in the store. As soon as we stepped foot out into the parking lot Mingyu grabbed my hand to stop me from walking ahead of him towards the car. “Babe, what’s wrong? Why didn’t you get any chocolate just now?” I didn’t respond, so he tried to joke in order to lighten the mood. “You should have gotten some now, so I didn’t have to come back when it’s that time of the month at 2 in the morning because you’re craving something sweet.” I was upset. Not because of his comment, but because of the elders ‘advice’ she gave me. “Well, you don’t have to worry about that. I don’t care if I’m craving it or not. I don’t need anymore sweet stuff.” “What makes you say that?” Sighing, I finally looked him in the eyes, “An older lady stopped me and said I didn’t need anymore and it would all just go to my ass and thighs, then she proceeded to tell me that they were already big enough.” Shaking his head, “Nonsense,” He turned on his feet and headed towards the store. “I’ll be back!” he hollered over his shoulder. Confusion filled my body, “Mingyu! Where are you going?” It was too late, he already disappeared into the store, so I started to load the groceries into the car. Once that was done I climbed into the car and waited for him to return. The door open and a few bags of chocolates were soon laying in my lap. “Here,” he said before kissing one of my cheeks while caressing the other. “Don’t listen to that crazy old lady. I love your thick thighs and don’t let anyone tell you what you can and can’t eat because they don’t like your body type.” He shoved the keys into the ignition and started the car. Grabbing my hand, he started to drive back to the dorm, “You’re beautiful and I don’t want you to change because someone is being rude and can’t keep their mouth shut.”
Currently, it was one of the hottest days of the summer and fortunately, the boys had the day off. So, the two of us decided to hang out in the blazing hot sun. Soon, we realized that it was possibly one of our worst ideas. I wiped a few beads of sweat from my forehead and attempted to fan myself with my shirt that clung to my body. “Minghao, it’s so hot. Why did we think this was a good idea?” I questioned. “I don’t know, but that may help us cool off.” He said as he pointed down the street. His slim finger was pointing to an ice cream shop that wasn’t far down the street. My eyes lit up. “Come on, Minghao!” I shouted as I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the shop. A bell ringed and echoed through the shop as we opened the door. The air conditioning slapped me in the face and it felt so good. We reached the counter and a teenage boy asked us what we wanted to order. Minghao order his ice cream first and then the boy turned towards me and asked me for my order. “Um, I will just have a waffle cone vanilla ice cream with an extra scoop.” Nodding his head, he left to fetch our order. He soon arrived back and handed us our ice cream, which I quickly noticed that I had just one scoop. “Excuse me, I asked for an extra scoop.” The waiter looked at my body in disgust. “Trust me, I’m doing you a favor. You don’t need it because it will just go to your ass and thighs and they’re already big enough.” Minghao was quick to react and I could tell he was pissed. “Excuse me, but you do not have the right to comment on someone’s weight nor do you not have the right to not give them their correct order because you think they don’t need it.” He stepped closer to the boy, but I tried to stop him. “Minghao, it’s okay. I don’t-” He stood in front of me protectively and cut me off, “Now, I suggest you go get her what she asked for before I contact your manager.” The boy scurried off, afraid of my boyfriend. “Thanks, Minghao.” “No, problem. Don’t let what he said get to your head. You beautiful and you can eat whatever you want.” I nodded my head proud to call him my boyfriend.
Seungkwan and I were spending the day in the city. It was hot, so I was wearing a loose t-shirt and some shorts. The shorts were quite short, but they weren’t any shorter compared to the shorts that others were wearing. We were walking down the street deciding what to do. “Why don’t we go into some clothing stores to see what they have?” Seungkwan questioned. I opened my mouth to respond with a voice full of excitement, but someone beat me to it. “While you’re in there, you might want to buy her a pair of shorts that covers her big ass.” The excitement drained from my body after the rude man’s words sunk into my brain. “Excuse me?” I could instantly tell that Seungkwan was pissed. “Why do you think it’s okay to make rude comments about someone’s body? Huh?” He took a step towards the rude man, “I know what it’s like to have someone comment about my weight and bring me down because of my body, so don’t even dare make comments like that ever again, especially when you’re talking about my girlfriend.” He grabbed my hand and began to lead me away towards the store. “C’mon, I don’t want you to be around him anymore and listening to his bullshit,” Wrapping my arm around his bicep and laying my head on his shoulder, I thanked him for sticking up for me. “No need to thank me. I know how it feels to have people think differently about your body and I don’t want you to have to deal with that, especially since you’re so beautiful and you don’t deserve those harsh words.”
Vernon and I have been together for quite a while, but before that we were best friends and he introduced me to his family long before we started dating. Sophia and I clicked instantly and we are literally best friends. With Vernon’s busy schedule I could say that Sophia and I hang out more often than me and him. Right now me and Sophia were at the mall shopping. My eyes scanned the shelf looking at clothes and I picked up a beautiful top and showed a little more skin than usual. I held it up to my body and turned to show Sophia. “Hey, what do you think about this?” Before she could respond, a girl that was scanning the shelf spoke quickly. “You might want to get a size or two bigger because no one wants to see your plump stomach.” I blushed feverishly and put the shirt back on the rack. Sophia tried to convince me to get the shirt, but I refused and we soon left. We later got back to her house and Vernon was there to pick me up. “Hey, let’s head back to the dorm.” I hugged Sophia and bid her farewell, “I’ll talk to you later, Sophia.” I felt more insecure about my body on the way home and I was distracted from what Vernon was saying. He seemed to notice my gloomy mood. “Hey Y/N, Sophia told me what happened today,” He grabbed my hand and gently caressed it. “Don’t worry about what others think about you. You’re so beautiful and you can wear whatever you feel comfortable wearing. As long as it makes you happy, then you should be able to show some skin no matter what others think.” I smiled upon hearing his sweet words and squeezed his hand. “Thank you, Vernon. I love that you always know what to say in order to cheer me up.”
Chan and I just graduated high school, so we were celebrating while going out to the nearest carnival just to have fun. I decided to wear a sundress that showed my plump arms and legs. I used to be insecure about my body type, but Chan managed to get me to see the beauty in my body. We were walking around and playing random games and riding random rides just to entertain ourselves. We hopped on one ride and we were squished up next to each other. There were two girls on the same ride sitting across from the two of us and one decided to make a snide comment. “You know, it wouldn’t be such a tight squeeze if you weren’t so chubby.” After hearing that comment, I could feel my insecurities about my weight rush back. Chan decided not to start a fight and didn’t say anything since the ride started, but he swung his arm around my shoulder and began to comfort me while whispering in my ear, “Don’t listen to them. I love you and your body, so please don’t think about your insecurities or about changing anything.” I nodded my head and let her comment fade to the back of my mind because I just wanted to enjoy my time with Chan.
Summary: Reader has had trouble sleeping and happily volunteers to work overtime, but their body demands the sleep its been missing.
Non Gender Specific pronouns
Warnings: Sleep deprivation, Nightmares, Cursing, Mentions of food, drink
You stared at the ceiling. You rolled onto your side. You hugged a pillow, wrapping your arms and legs around it like a clingy octopus. Nothing was working, you were still wide awake.
You sat bolt upright, sweat dripping off your forehead. A nightmare, again. You couldn’t have been asleep for long, and you sure weren’t about to drift off now. You were incredibly awake.
A foot hanging off the bed, arms strewn out like dried up spaghetti. Your headphones on the floor where you had tried listening to music to help.
You stepped out of the shower, the glass and mirrors all steamed up. You slipped slightly, managing to steady yourself and sit down. The lack of sleep was getting to you, but you had to stay strong. What other choice did you have?
After drying off and getting dressed you headed out for coffee, texting Ethan so you could pick up drinks for the team while you were there. You usually avoided caffeine as it sometimes made you unwell, but you needed it, you barely felt human. At least you could be a buzzing zombie with caffeine in you.
You got to the office and handed out the drinks before sitting down and checking your phone while sipping coffee.
“Y/N? Drinking coffee?” Mark states in shock, as Ethan runs to the window.
“Are pigs flying? Do dolphins now walk on land? What’s happening?” He joked with Mark as they giggled.
“Just feeling tired and thought this is probably healthier than energy drinks or electrocuting myself to stay awake.” You replied sarcastically as you drank.
You finished up your drink and chatted amongst the team before setting up lights and camera’s for a video.
You checked your phone. 4pm. It had been a productive day, two videos filmed, the set cleaned up, edited some videos and took Chica out for a walk. You were of course exhausted and had a buzz crash where the coffee had warn off, but if tonight was going to be the same as the past four, you weren’t hopeful of getting to sleep anytime soon.
“no no no nO NO NO NO!” you heard Mark yelling as you paused your conversation to follow the sounds into his recording room. You found Marks eyes frantically scanning his monitor, with one hand gripping his hair tight enough you were sure it was going to rip from his scalp. Although he’s known to scream and over react a lot, you felt like this was bad.
“Mark? What happened?” You poke your head round to see his computer.
“It fucking did it again! The files just aren’t saving right! Its all out of time and some are corrupted and this was a big enough deal without things going wrong!” You looked over the jumbled folders and placed a hand to your face, fully agreeing with Mark without having to say a word.
He sat back in his chair with his hands on his head, he giggled with stress.
“There’s no way we’re gonna be able to post it on time. There’s no fucking way. I told them a date, I told them it would be there. They’re gonna get mad.” He sat talking to himself, slowly losing sanity as you scrolled through the puzzling folders.
“Its okay, Mark. Its nothing we can’t fix. It’ll take some extra time to sync everything when editing and I’ll try salvage what I can from the lost files. It’ll be okay its not the end of the world.” You spoke calmly standing back from the monitor.
“But we don’t have extra time, Y/N. We have tomorrow and that is it. We cannot physically do that much in 6 hours.” He shook his head as he stressfully gestured to the PC.
“I can stay tonight, so you won’t be limited to the daytime tomorrow.” You spoke casually as the rest of the team turned to you as if you had lost your mind.
“You were so tired you drank coffee. You’re Y/N. You don’t do coffee. You need your sleep, we can’t do this without you.” Mark spoke sincerely.
“I was tired because I haven’t been able to sleep for over four days, and I’m sure tonight is no exception. I’ve got nowhere to be, if I’m here I can edit and render everything so that all that is left to do tomorrow is upload.” You smiled.
You could see Mark wanted to convince you that you didn’t have to stay, but he was so thankful and wanted to jump at the chance. Before he could find the words, Amy chimed in.
“I can make you all the snacks and drinks and do what I can to help! It’ll be like a slumber party! But full of work and coffee. We’ll make it fun! and we can even watch movies and eat popcorn when we’re done if you can’t get any sleep” She smiled.
“Yeah I’ll stay too, the more of us editing the quicker it’ll be done, and I’m sure after a movie or two you’ll have dozed off.” Ethan chimed in, you internally laughed at the idea of sleep.
You worked into the night, with coffee and snacks bought in regularly by Amy, and with Ethan editing too, the problem was getting fixed faster than anticipated. When you finished rendering the video you had been working on, you realised there was nothing left to do. You tried killing time, looking at every last detail.
“Hey Y/N! You’re gonna hurt your eyes staring at the computer for much longer, we’ve set up a movie to help us wind down and then we should be able to get a good few hours nap.” Amy dragged you away from the monitor.
With some hot coco and the amount of pillows and blankets that Amy had put down you were practically laying on a cloud, staying awake deemed impossible. You turned to speak to Ethan but he had already drifted off, and with Amy taking Chica outside as she was whining, you had to pinch yourself. Your eyes felt like they were closing without your permission, your brain shutting down.
You were dreaming again. You cursed to yourself as you must have fallen asleep. You knew this dream like a childhood movie, and it never ended well. As you walked down the hallway and the end got closer, you could hear what was happening round the corner, you braced yourself as it was all too familiar when you felt a hand grab yours and you were pulled into a side room.
Your body jerked as your eyes widened. You were awake, the dream had stopped, and Ethan was propped up on his elbows facing you, holding your hand. When he notices you’ve woken he apologises. “Sorry, you were moving a lot and I thought maybe you were having a nightmare. Is this why you can’t sleep lately? You okay?” He asks with concern.
“Don’t apologise, yeah I’ve been having them all week. Keep waking up in a sweat. You actually helped me out a lot. Thank you.” You smile to him.
“You’re welcome. Try get some sleep, its been a long day.” He smiles as he strokes your thumb with his, and just before he lets go you speak.
“Can you stay?” You paused as he froze and looked at you. “Nothing has ever stopped my nightmares. But you did.” You plead, lightly holding his fingers.
“Yeah, of course.” He spoke softly as he laid next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and you felt his breath on the back of your neck.
“Thank you, Ethan”. You whispered as you snuggled up to the contact.
How2Andersbag, part 2! This is for the square-ish bag he wears on his belt, which I think kinda looks like a granny purse, but it’s a useful size for carrying cellphone+wallet, and a useful technique to know because it’s so ubiquitous. I think everyone in the DA2 crew has at least one bag constructed this way, adjusting the colors/proportions as necessary.
I struggled a lot with how they dressed and styled Emma as the Dark One. As with Ingrid, the look was lacking in menace (especially since she looked like they dipped her head in a glue pot). Then I started working on this and… well. I have more sympathy for them now. It ain’t easy.
I suppose what took me most by surprise was the choice to dress her in sort of fantastical clothing. In talking about how to approach a modern look for the Dark Swan, @freifraufischer suggested a sort of mocking approach. In an attempt to bring out the worst in others, she could literally dress like the others, but in a sort of inversion. It reminded me of Swan Lake, where the prince is fooled by the Black Swan who looks so much like Odette (often performed by the same dancer). The first episode of the arc ended with the Dark Swan announcing that her family would be punished, and this is what I would have done to reflect that kind of plot.
A number of these pieces are meant to mimic and mock. Denim and leather reflect David. She wears mohair like her mom—only in black instead of white. The two white suits are an inversion of Regina and Rumple’s customary dark suits. There’s a slinky red dress but it’s paired with a jacket inspired by Age of Sail naval uniforms, a reminder of when Hook was a better man. Among them are some edgier pieces, a little more polished sci-fi villain than what they used in the show.
But the piece which I would have integrated into plot is the crown, probably paired with top and/or bottom right. Snow always wanted to raise her little girl as a princess, after all, but now Emma would be wearing a crown to remind her mother in a painful way of what she lost.
Hey, my lovely duckies! Mackenzie here! I just wanted to thank you guys soo much for 1,000 followers! This means the whole world to me! You guys are the best people in the world! You’ve made my life a little easier and a lot brighter! I’ve made awesome friends and family because of Hamilton and this blog. So, to show you how much I appreciate you guys, I’ve decided to host a Write-a-thon for you guys! That’s right! Eight days with eight fic categories! This is to show you guys that you are my motivation for writing so I wanted to motivate you guys with this celebration! Here are the categories:
Do you like Disney movies? Do you like certain scenes from Disney? Well, you can take the plot/storyline of ANY Disney film you like and make it into a fanfiction! Oh Boy!
Day Three: Time Period AU (May 28)
So this is where you can choose ANY time period in history (1920s, World Wars, Revolutions, Modern, Futuristic, etc) and write about characters based in that period. What are their occupations? Where do they live? How do they dress? The choices are up to you! As long as you keep with the rules of your chosen time period!
Day Four: Tv Show AU (May 29)
Love a certain Tv show? Think the storyline would be an awesome plot for a fanfic? Well, take your favorite Tv show and set your characters in that universe! Don’t forget to follow the rules and plotline for that show!
Day Five: College AU (May 30)
This is one of the most unoriginal AUs in any fandom but they’re still pretty fucking fun to write. So, just choose a college setting and make your characters be the sleep-deprived coffee addicts they are destined to be in a college setting.
Day Six: Beach AU (May 31)
Since it’s basically summer, let’s kick off the last day of May with a beach trip! Put your characters in a car and ship them off to do shenanigans at the crowded public beach. Make sure to pack sunscreen and floaties for the ones who can’t swim!
Day Seven: Hospital AU (June 1)
Everything’s fun and games until someone ends up in the ER. Place your characters in a situation where one of them ends up in the hospital. OR, make your characters all work at the same hospital like it’s a Tv drama or something. It’s up to you!
Day Eight: Video Game AU (June 2)
Basically, you take your favorite video game’s plot/storyline and turn it into a fanfiction! Don’t forget to follow the rules of the game’s universe!
Those are the days of the write-a-thon! I hope you have fun and try to participate in at least one of the days. The fics you write can be ANY fandom with ANY characters (Canon/Actors who played said characters/RPF) as long as you have fun! The dates for this write-a-thon is May 26 through June 2. I hope to see your work!
He watched through the crack in the door as you slid the dress up your legs and over your torso. It was his favorite dress on you, it did things to him. He slipped into the room, sauntering up behind you as you struggled the zipper up. Glancing up in the mirror you smiled as he caught your eye
“Hey babe.” you spoke, turning your attention to the make-up bag on the dresser in front of you.
He watched you closely, taking in every detail of your features. Looking up you noticed the side eyed glare he was giving you. His honey gaze was dark and hungry. You knew exactly what your choice of dress was doing to him. His tongue sneaked out of his mouth darting across his lips, leaving them glistening as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Baby girl.” he greeted, unrolling the sleeves of his shirt so he could slip his blazer on. You raised your eyebrows as you opened the liquid lipstick in your hand “Can I help you?” you quipped, leaning towards the mirror to apply your lipstick. “You know what that dress does to me.” his voice was low and husky. Reaching over he ran a single finger up the inside of your thigh. You nod, tossing the lipstick back. “What do you say?” he stepped fully behind you, his chest pressed against your back, arms wrapped around your waist. “Not a chance, Mendes.” Leaning his head down he pressed his lips to your neck, leaving wet kisses in his wake. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back into him. His teeth grazed your skin, sending a shiver up your spine. “You’re all mine later.” he mouthed against your neck. “Of course babe.” “Lipstick won’t be so perfect once I’m through with you.” he mumbled, nipping at your neck once more.
Hey anon, only quite recently if I’m being honest. Originally, I
was against the ship. Obviously they aren’t actually brother and sister but
they were raised as siblings and so I didn’t like it. Then I watched season 6
and fell in love with the ship. There are obviously so many obstacles, but Kit
and Sophie had absolutely amazing chemistry that the obstacles didn’t bother me
anymore and now all I want is Jon to marry Sansa and them to have children
named Eddard, Robb, Catelyn and Rickon. After watching season 6, I then re-read
all the books, and although Jon and Sansa don’t actually interact, there are a
lot of things in the books that I immediately went ‘Omg Jonsa’.
S6 was perfect for the two of them. Whether you are a Jonsa
shipper or not, you have to say that the reunion was perfect. We’ve been
waiting for a Stark reunion for years now, and so I thought, perhaps there’s a
deeper meaning why it’s these two who reunite first. It was a beautiful scene
that made me cry, but it was the following scene that made me get on board the
Jonsa train. (Rest is under the cut because it’s a long one).
I know I'm odd one out but I absolutely love Cait's dress (in fact I "Pinned" it a few weeks ago!) However, what I love more about her choice of dress is that Cait is not a run-of-the-mill actress. She doesnt dress to please the masses & win "best dressed", she dresses in stuff she loves, stuff she finds fun, pretty, dramatic etc. She's def no fashion victim like most of Hollywood. I admire her so very much for edginess w fashion, it says a great deal about personality & makes me love her more.
same!! I didn’t like the dress tonight but she made a statement, like she usually does, with her outfits and I can definitely admire that. I couldn’t wear like 90% of the stuff she wears and 90% of the time she looks incredible in the clothes. I’ll say it till I die: the woman could wear a paper bag and look amazing. I love, LOVE her makeup, hair and jewelry from tonight. And the top half of the dress has definitely grown on me, I will say that.
↠Summary: Piano; A keyboard of cypress, played with soft and loud. Was it the ivory and onyx keys that let you escape from your reality…Or was it the man with sable hair and ivory skin.
↠Genre: Angst, fluff.
↠Warnings: This fic contains slight domestic and verbal abuse as well as mature subjects.
author’s note: Updates for this series on Thursday or Friday, enjoy!
Steadily you wrapped a few dozen of pastries for the display case, and then you helped brew the coffee and teas. You took an early morning shift and all you could think about was what you were gonna say to a Yoongi when you see him this evening. It’s evident that he heard you crying over the phone but you hoped that maybe he forgot.
“Excuse me, can you remake this with almond milk?”
A woman handed you the beverage and you threw it away grudgingly, grabbing the necessary ingredients to make another one. As you poured the milk you felt your phone vibrate through your jeans; of course you had to ignore it due to sanitary reasons but you knew who it might be. A few minutes went by of you waiting for the clock to strike 5 so you could leave. A few more costumers and you were out of here. When it finally came time you clocked out and gave Mel a call back in the locker room.
“Hey, sorry, I just got off, what’s up?” You held the phone to your ear as you hooked your bag over your shoulder and walked out the back door.
“I just wanted to make sure you had the correct address to the theater, I sent it to you, right?” Her voice sounded a little stressed and you could understand why. “It’ll be maybe an hour and a half, the adult class performs first then the teens and then the younger kids.”
“Ok, I got the flyer last night. It’s about a two mile drive away from her dance studio so I’ll be there roughly on time. Oh, and I’ll bring the cake to you beforehand because I won’t be able to stay long after.” You informed her, knowing she’d be curious onto why.
“Aw, Hara’s not gonna like that, she already thinks you’re staying over tonight.” She fake pouted, knowing the five year old didn’t have a high tolerance for sudden changes.
“I know…but I’ll make it up to her.” You waited at the red light, relaxed and glad to know you were still good on time.
“Ok, I’ll see you in a little bit, b-bye.” When she hung up you pressed on the gas pedal as the once red light turned green. You pulled into the parking lot, trying to get your usual spot but your inconsiderate neighborhood had guests over, there went your spot. You had no choice but to park a few cars farther from your place, you got out while checking your text messages. One message in particular caught your attention, it was a short text from Yoongi last night; your stomach dropped at the thought. He insisted that something was wrong and for some reason he didn’t want to stop until he found out what, but after not receiving a reply in a few hours he left you alone.
There wasn’t much you had to do aside clean up a little and get dressed. This morning you picked out what you thought about wearing, giving yourself two choices, you hung two dress in the middle of your closet. A yellow floral print long bell sleeve dress, or v-neck mini dress that you haven’t worn since you bought it. You went with the mini dress, and slipped it on easily, it was more comfortable but it looked a bit more formal.
The clock read 5:38, he was early.
With no shoes on your feet you ran and peeked through the peep hole, Yoongi stood there with his hands in his pockets and you immediately opened it. “Hey, you can come in I’ll be ready in a little bit.” You opened the door wider so he could walk in.
“I know I’m kind of early but I didn’t want us to be late, you know, in case there’s traffic.” He closed the door behind him and watched you scurry to the kitchen.
“Yeah, that’s smart. Um, can I get you something, a water bottle? Some juice?” You reached into the refrigerator to take out the cake, sitting it on the counter and looking in cabinets for a bag to carry it in.
“No, I’m okay, thank you though.” He sat on the bar stool as you carefully slid the cake in the bag. When you went off to finish getting ready he looked around, it was a nice apartment with a lot of space and suddenly a tiny dog came up to his feet and started smelling at his ankles. He narrowed his eyes at first, not immediately leaning down to pet her. But when she jumped up to stand on her hind legs he gave in, scratching behind her ear gently.
“I see you’ve met cherry.” You arrived with your shoes on and your purse in hand to see Cherry practically clinging to Yoongi. “She likes you.” You smiled and he got up finally getting a good look at you and you could’ve sworn you saw a slight blush on his cheeks.
“Yeah, she’s adorable.” He gave you a slight up down look before clearing his throat; you grabbed the bag from the counter. “You look really nice.” His usual nonchalant expression had a slight smile when he looked in your eyes, he was taken aback by your elegant figure. So he wouldn’t look like he was staring too much he walked towards the front door with you beside him.
“Thank you, so do you.” He unlocked the car and opened the passengers seat door for you, letting you get situated and putting the cake in the backseat as he walked around to get in as well. You sat quietly until, listening to the radio to avoid starting up a conversation. When you tapped his shoulder he peer at you and you asked him to stop you by Mel’s to drop off the cake before heading to the theater.
He pulled into the community and you directed him. “Turn here.” He followed your instructions and pulled up to the house you pointed to. “I’ll be right back.” You hopped out and grabbed the bag from the back seat. You walked steadily to the front door and knock on the door a few times, you heard a muffled ‘it’s open Y/N’ from Mel.
“Hey, I brought the cake, is Hara here?” You put the cake on the kitchen table and carefully took it out of the bag to see it was untouched and flawless. Mel came out of her room, looking as good as she always did as she put in some earrings.
“No, she’s at the theater with Jackson-” She paused mid sentence, her mouth forming an o shape, “It looks great! She’s gonna love it- And look at you! Who are you looking this good for?” She gestured to your dress.
“Myself, Mel.” You pressed your hand to your waist and gave her the look you always gave her when she was acting like a giddy little girl.
“So~ who did you bring?” She questioned.
“Yoongi…” You looked down, suddenly feeling bashful about it. “He’s waiting in the car.”
“The piano boy?!” She cackled, making you nod briefly with a sarcastic smile. “So he’s the reason you can’t stay after the recital? I’m not mad at you, I understand.” She laughed herself all the way back to her room and you told her you’d see her at the theater as you walked back to the car.
“We can head to the theater now. That was Mel’s house, Hara’s mom, we’re really close.” You hooked in your seat belt and the two of you were off.
“Yeah? When did you two meet.” He asked, making small talk as he drove.
“In middle school, we’re honestly polar opposites.” You snickered to yourself.
“Why do you say that?”
“She used to be really out there in high school, I was a bit more cautious and reserved but some how we became best friends.” You smiled at the happy thought.
The drive lasted no more than twenty minutes and you two sat in the car for a little while. You took out your compact and began to clean up your makeup, trying to pass time. You noticed he’d glance at you then down to his phone.
“Um, thank you for coming with me, I know this is kind of random, going to recital with your student aka classmate and all…” You trailed off, applying a lip stain to your lips .
“No, I haven’t been on a date in a while, I’m gladyou invited me.” You froze at that, not really knowing what to say. He saw this as a date so you guessed you should too.
“Y-yeah…um, we should go inside.” You got out and he followed beside you, there were a few people coming in behind you guys and you took the tickets out of your clutch on the way to the ticket booth.
“Hello, you two enjoy the show.” The booth lady smiled whilst pointing to the widely opened theater doors. Yoongi and you were lead into the dimly lit theater by a usher. You looked around, knowing Mel’s mother would be waving you down. When you looked up near the front you saw Mel’s younger brother on his phone with a bouquet of flowers in is arms.
“Y/N, over here honey!” At the call of your name you instantly walked over and engulfed her in a hug.
“Hi Mrs. Natty, how are you?” She stepped back to have a good look at the both you; especially at Yoongi. “Oh, this is Yoongi, we go to the same university and he teaches me piano.” She brought Yoongi in for a kiss on the cheek and she was all smiles when he looked down shyly.
“Nice to meet you.” He bowed before sitting down next to you like most people around him. You looked down at your phone, seeing that it was only three minutes until the starting time and Mel and Jackson hadn’t come out yet. “Is Mel here yet? And Jackson?”
“She’s helping Hara get ready in the back, she’ll be out in a second. Jackson was back there too.”
You nodded then took a short glance at Yoongi, he felt it was the social thing to do if he made small talk. He cleared his throat and whispered, “What happened last night? You didn’t answer any of my texts, I was worried.” His tone was almost as if he demanded an answer.
“Listen,” You stared at him, trying to compile a sentence that would halt the prying questions, “it was nothing, seriously Yoongi, don’t worry about it.” He wasn’t buying it. The house lights shut off and you were saved by the opening curtain, the recital has started. Mel and Jackson came scurrying from the far side of the place to get to the seats between you and Mel’s mother. Mel and Jackson spoke to the both of you, Mel hugged him and you before sitting beside you, giving you a thumbs up in approval of your date.
The beautiful and elegant dancers graced the stage and it was only a matter of time before Hara comes out. It was ballet, one style of dancing that looked flawless on stage. Not long after the second group came out the little kids ran up on stage and got into position. Hara looked into the crowd and tried to suppress her excitement upon seeing you.
You lightly nudged Yoongi’s arm. “That’s her right there, isn’t she cute?” You pointed your index finger and he looked to where you pointed, seeing the five year old dance and shine on stage. He nodded, the corner of his lips crooked up in amusement as twirled in the most adorable way, her curly brown hair fuzzing at her edges like always. A few minutes went by and the performance was over, the dancers took their bows and the curtains slowly closed at the standing ovation. Mel and Jackson had one thing if nothing in common, they were Hara’s biggest fans next to you. The thought saddened you for a short second, if they could put their childish ways aside they could maybe get back together and raise her as a couple.
“Come on guys, let’s meet her in the lobby, they take the girls there.” Mel lead the five of you through the crowd of people, Yoongi weightlessly held onto your hand so you two wouldn’t get separated, making you a little antsy at the sudden yet meaningless touch.
“Y/N!” A high pitched little voice called to you and you soon saw Hara running towards you with her arms open wide and you scooped her up. “Did you see me!?” She giggled in your neck. “I saw you and I wanted to wave but Mrs. Marie told me to stay in position!” You held her as she went on and on in excitement.
“Yes! I saw you up there, you did so well Hara!” You kissed her rosy cheek before setting her down to go to her parents but she didn’t at first—she looked at Yoongi with curious and hugged onto your leg and pointed her tiny finger at Yoongi.
“Is he your boyfriend?~” She smiled up at you—boy was she like her mom. Yoongi smiled, looking down briefly before shaking his head no.
“Oh, um, No we’re not-” You cut him off, answering before he could dig his grave.
“No, that’s my friend Yoongi, Hara, he came with me to see you dance.” You were trying to avoid anymore questions but she was adamant.
She tilted her head like a cute little puppy. “But- So why isn’t he your-”
“Alright little miss questions!” Jackson came to snatch her from you and both you and Yoongi sighed in relief. “Y/N made a cake for you! We’re gonna go celebrate!” He adores that little girl.
“We’ll save you a piece Y/N, thanks so much for coming, and nice meeting you Yoongi,” She leaned in for a quick goodbye hug and whispered to you, “I hope to see him again.
“Nice meeting you too. Y/N, if we’re gonna get dinner we should probably head out before the storm gets bad, it’s already raining.” It was raining? You hadn’t even noticed any rain clouds earlier.
“Is it? Ok then I’ll see you guys later, love you!” You waved goodbye to everyone as you followed Yoongi—seeing that he was in the zone of getting out of here you just went with it.
“You folks be safe! It’s pouring down out there!” One of the valet guys walked by with a drenched raincoat and you looked to Yoongi, he could tell by that one look that he would be the one to run out and get the car—he sighed.
“I’ll pull the car up, wait here.” with that he ran out in the parking lot and your eyes softened at the caring gesture, him running through the rain so you wouldn’t have to. Even through this nice evening your stomach twisted in anxiety of him bringing up what he heard yesterday—it was nice to have a friend like him. However, you were use to keeping to yourself and not burdening anyone with your problems. He pulled the car up under the carport, you ran to open the door and hop in.
“Thanks, I didn’t mean for you to get rained on.” Giving him a sympathetic smile you rubbed his shoulder. “Sorry…”
“Hey, I wasn’t gonna let you get drenched when I’m perfectly capable of pulling up to get you.” You thought, if Jae were here he would’ve sent you out there with absolutely zero guilt —Yoongi was refreshing and a nice change of pace. It was a quiet ride, soft music played along with the pitter patter of raindrops on the windows and you leaned on the window, watching the droplets of rain race down the glass like you would as a child. That thought brought you back to the day your father passed away, the most scarring day of your life, when it rained you tried to distract yourself and not think of it but it was hard, especially when you were alone. You cleared your throat, looking at the missed texts on your phone, one from your mom and two old ones from Mel. Your mom was just checking on you and you responded like always, telling her you were fine and that you missed her too.
“Do you still wanna get dinner? I know it’s raining but I can run in and get us something.” He offered, peering at you for an answer.
“Um, I don’t want to put you through the trouble but-”
“It’s no trouble, it’s on me.” He insisted and you weren’t gonna argue with him so you let him do what he wanted. He stopped by a popular little cafe and ran inside, leaving you in the car to keep it running. Ten to fifth teen minutes went by and he was coming out while now it only drizzled.
“Here you go.” He sat the bag in your lap and you smelled the food, your stomach growled at thought of devouring this delicious food. “Sorry I can’t eat with you but Namjoon asked me to cover dinner tonight so I gotta head home.”
“It’s ok, thank you for getting me something anyway, you really didn’t have to.” The bag sat securely in your lap despite all of the sharp turns and breaks, since he was at the cafe near your apartment it didn’t take long for him to enter the complex.
“Thanks again, for coming with me, I had a nice time…” You grabbed the door handle to get out but he locked the doors—what is he doing?
“What happened last night? I can’t stop thinking about it, I know it wasn’t nothing. Why won’t you just say something? If it’s not a big deal just tell me.”
You were shocked but also not surprised, “I don’t have to talk about it, it’s my problem so let me deal with it.” You frowned, trying to get the bag off of your lap and get out.
He mumbled. “You’re being ridiculous, you know that? Keeping things bottled up doesn’t help…”
Your eyes went wide and your mouth went agape in utter shock. “I don’t have to take this from you.” You grabbed your bag from the floor, opened the door then slammed it shut, stomping your way to the front door in the pouring rain.
That didn’t go as planned, he didn’t think you’d storm off like that and leave your food in the process. On pure instinct he got out to follow you, trying to get you you before you went inside. You struggled to shield your face from the rain and the slowed your pace.
“Wait, I only meant-” He tried to grab your arm but you whipped around.
“Stop!” You yanked your arm away and stared at him, the rain coming down softly enough to see him clearly, “I don’t need you to tell me how to deal with my own fucking feelings, ok? I know you’re trying to be nice but I don’t need your help.” He could tell the water streaming down your face wasn’t from the rain, he didn’t mean to get you so upset but this was deeper than he thought.
As risky as it was, he abruptly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in for a hug, hopping you’d understand the meaning behind the simple act. Tears began to flow steadily, you hadn’t had a hug like this in a long time. The bag of food was still on his arm, he decided to take an even great risk. He pulled back, staring in your desperate eyes as it felt like the rain was slowing just for the two of you. You narrowed your brows at the way his eyes begged for permission, you didn’t know how to answer except by shutting your eyes and sighing. His damp lips pressed against yours very lightly, you responded by leaning up to let him know you were okay with this, you wanted it too. He applied more pressure and he tongued at your lips gently.
Time had never stopped for you before…
Your lips were tainted with rain water and coconut lip balm, a taste he’s never thought he’d become fond of. He cupped your jaw and your hands were shyly on his sides, you felt this to be the most freeing thing you’ve ever done with anyone, it was sporadic and your heart was beating out of your chest in excitement, you wanted this more than you thought—without much thought you pulled away, pressing your lips in a straight line with reddened cheeks.
“I- I should get inside…” Fumbling with the keys for a few seconds, you finally unlocked the door and he handed you your food. With a small glance at him you shut the door. As soon as you were alone you slid your body down the door, your soaking wet clothes dripping on the floor. You sat there, trying to process what just happened—what you just let happen.
In the rain, on your doorstep you let him kiss you—no, you kissedhim.
So the trouble with having my head inside the sequel to the Panther Thing is that the original is literally a fic that exists because of a dress. And so obviously if I am going to write another one, I need to spend a lot of time thinking about what Romana should wear. And what a terrible hardship I mean.
The above is the current top contender. I hate taupe in principle, but I mean, hot damn tho put it on every Romana now please.
Modesty and lack of sexuality is NOT oppression. Just because I am not as naked as you want me to be or not practicing my ‘sexual expression’, doesn’t mean I’m not a feminist.
Stop insisting that I am oppressed, abused, or assuming that there is something wrong with me.
Stop the gross exaggeration (almost outright lies) about women in the Middle East.
Stop trying to fix me in the name of your so called “liberation”. There is nothing wrong with me.
Stop trying to exclude covered women from feminism. Part of feminism is the freedom to dress as I want, even if it means covering more than showing.
Stop disrespecting my religion and my beliefs. They are mine. I am not asking you to follow them. I am asking you to respect them.
Stop discrediting my choices. I am not forced to do what I do and dress as I dress. My choices are mine.
In all honesty, thus far in my life as a Muslim woman, western feminism has done nothing but complicate my life, force me to correct more and more misconceptions, and suffer more discrimination (some severe and from other women).
Just because my choice of clothing and how much skin I show isn’t as revealing as yours and I wholeheartedly believe in religion, that does NOT mean I need saving. You can’t liberate the free.