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Looking in the mirror is pain.

His acne-ridden face. His shaggy, greasy, unkept hair. His teeth that look like creamed corn.

Every time he looks in the mirror, it's like a monster staring back.

or at least that's what he sees.

What you see is beauty.

It's so easy for you to get lost in his eyes. His long, slender fingers that are perfect for hand holding. His soft, red lips that kiss you tenderly.

Every time you look at him, all you see is perfection.

POE, ranpo, GIYUU, obanai, and any of your self-deprecating favorites!

take your time and feel better :)

Hiatus. 

hello! the name bee is adorable /ot

ANYWAYS could i request headcanons of leon and fuyuhiko (separate) with an s/o in a greaser gang (or motorcycle gang, whatevers easier for you to write)

a/n: HELL YEAH! i was really pumped to write this bc the outsiders is one of my favorite books lmao. sorry fuyuhiko's is quite short, but i tried to do him justice. anyways, enjoyyy!

leon

to start, he's probably immediately part of your little group

he's got that charismatic optimism

he even taught a few of the younger members how to play guitar

and, as reluctant as he is, he'll pitch (sorry) in if you ever need an extra player in a game of baseball

to add on, he kinda just looks the part of a greaser, if not just a bit more punk.

but on that note, in the event that you two are just trying to enjoy a nice day out and someone tries to harass the two of you, he'll give 'em a taste of their own medicine.

he's an athlete, of course he'll sock the person in the face.

also, he takes pride in his hair, so he'll sure as hell help you with yours.

need help styling?

he's on it.

all i'm saying is that he's kinda the perfect partner of a greaser

fuyuhiko

ya know how i said that if a soc or someone tried to make fun of y'all that leon would sock 'em?

yeah, fuyuhiko would send the damn yakuza after 'em.

he's an incredibly standoff-ish person

yeah, but in other news, he understands what it's like to be looked down on by society just because of the situation you're born into

also, he would totally take your whole gang under his protection.

he's an asshole but loves you and your gang to bits.

guys i’m so sorry. marching season is starting up so i’ve been super busy. i also got grounded so i couldn’t use my laptop and i hate writing on my phone. but i promise i’ll get to requests and such. TwT.

in other news, i’m fifteen now so i’ll add that to my bio later. :3

a/n: sorry i was gone i've had my director on my ass about practicing at home

perhaps it's that he gifted you your favorite treats. or maybe it's the handwritten love poems. but it could also be the fact he bought you oh so many bouquets of your favorite flowers..

but none of that matters. none of it is needed. he doesn't physical things to show his love for you.

it's that his kisses are full of hope and dreams. it's how gentle he handles you when your bodies meet as one. it's the fact he dances with you in the stove light to songs of old.

he spins you around and right off your feet. he waltzes with you till the candles are burned and the wine is gone.

and he'll love you till his last breath.

POE, CHUUYA, dazai, LUCIFER, SIMEON, asmodeus, satan, NEUVILLETE, ZHONGLI, DAINSLEIF, childe, SEBASTIAN, NAGITO, togami, and any of your lover boy favorites

a/n - i wanted to write a danganronpa fanfic other than nagito because you're all fools/j.

ibuki let out an exasperated sigh, fidgeting with the strings of her guitar. “even with my tuner-thingy, i can’t seem to tune it right! ibuki can’t keep doing this!” she flopped down on your shared bed. the instrument seemed to just frustrate her more and more.

“how about you take a break?” you suggested “come back with a clear head.”

the rain pitter-pattered on the roof, the perfect weather to keep ibuki feeling down. “i don’t wanna” she complained, “i want to play!”

you joined her in laying down, jumping onto the bed. “doesn’t ibuki own another guitar?” you smirked, pointing to the other, equally awesome, guitar in the corner of the room.

“you’re.. right!” she perked back up, her cheerful smile spreading across her face. she quite literally rolled off the bed and hit the floor with an oomph. springing back up, she skipped over to the spare guitar and picked it up.

“what’d i tell ‘ya?” with a laugh, you sat up.

“yeah, yeah. now here’s a song i’ve been working on, ‘i squeezed out the baby yet i have no idea who the father is’!” oh no..

headbutts you back

reblog if you love women

or if you like baked goods

a/n: sorry i was gone i've had my director on my ass about practicing at home

perhaps it's that he gifted you your favorite treats. or maybe it's the handwritten love poems. but it could also be the fact he bought you oh so many bouquets of your favorite flowers..

but none of that matters. none of it is needed. he doesn't physical things to show his love for you.

it's that his kisses are full of hope and dreams. it's how gentle he handles you when your bodies meet as one. it's the fact he dances with you in the stove light to songs of old.

he spins you around and right off your feet. he waltzes with you till the candles are burned and the wine is gone.

and he'll love you till his last breath.

POE, CHUUYA, dazai, LUCIFER, SIMEON, asmodeus, satan, NEUVILLETE, ZHONGLI, DAINSLEIF, childe, SEBASTIAN, NAGITO, togami, and any of your lover boy favorites