Hi :> I have never requested anything on tumblr before lol. But I wanna see a Nagito or Izuru x (Ultimate fashion designer) (Fem or gender neutral) reader!
It can be oneshots or headcanon or WHATEVER!! But I really wanna see one of them both :)
Thank you for your time!!!π
a/n: uhhh sure. i have been pretty busy with winter guard rehearsals so im getting all my requests done at once lmao. and i have no idea how to write izuru. but anyways, enjoyyyy! notes: ____ is just a better way of saying y/n
nagito
so to start, i've said this before, but he will absolutely attend all of your runway shows! hell, he'll even model for you. let him be your mannequin.
he loves beautiful things! like your designs!
and he's a rich boy.
you need a really expensive type of fabric?
done.
a rare color?
already bought.
he just wants to see you be happy
you're sitting facedown at your sewing machine, frustrated about your upcoming show this weekend. things can't go any worse. three of your models got sick, one had to cancel because of a family emergency, and, to top it all off, the lace you ordered isn't gonna come in till next week!
suddenly, you hear a soft knock that breaks you out of your frustrations.
"____..? you okay?" it's the sound of your boyfriend's raspy voice.
"no. this show's got me in a tough spot and i'm literally about to scream," you grumble into the table. your mind is numb at this point.
he silently stares at you, worried for both your physical and mental health. he tip-toes over to you and gently plays with your hair.
"how 'bout you take a break..? i know it might not be the best to spend time with the likes of me, but i think you should decompress a little..."
you look up, eyes red and puffy from crying. you slightly nod.
"yeah.. i think that's for the best.."
izuru
he would genuinely be impressed
someone with an actual fashion sense?
finally, someone who doesn't bore him to death.
in all seriousness, he wants you to succeed.
so, he'll do anything to get you there
even if it means doing some... unsavory things
he is the ultimate everything.. and that includes murderer
you aways wonder just how rival designers go missing when you need them to or why a venue that initially turned you down came crawling back...
also, being the ultimate everything, he'll probably know some tips on how to do that really complex sewing pattern you've been trying for ages to figure out.
he might not like most people, but he certainly does like you.
you're relaxing by the fireplace, drawing up sketches on your tablet. winter is almost over, so it's high time you start working your spring collection.
already cozy, you feel an even cozier presence sit next to you. you smile warmly, immediately recognizing who it is.
"i see you're all warm now, my love," you giggle, giving izuru a small peck on the lips.
he nods slightly in response with a faint blush on his face. "yes indeed," he pauses for a moment as he peers over your shoulder to silently study your sketches, "don't use tool there, it'll make it look tacky."
you shrug him off. "yeah, yeah.." you say as you throw your tablet aside and cuddle to him.
he just stares down, a small smile on his face.
tw - unusual ways of sh please read at your own risk.
a/n - this is very bad but i need to feed y'all.
there have been moments when all you want to do was stop breathing. but you have too much to do and too many people who rely on you. so, you settle for hurting yourself instead.
tonight is one of those nights. sitting on your bathroom floor, you pull at your hair and bite your own arms. you taste blood.
tears fall from your eyes as you fall on the floor from exhaustion. you need to clean yourself up. he's supposed to come over in fifteen minutes.
and so, with a shaky sigh, you get up off the cold tile and rinse the blood off your arm. it kind of hurts but also feels kind of nice. it makes you feel kind of alive.
your gaze slowly looks up to the mirror and is met with what most would call an absolute trainwreck. "what a disgusting sight," you think.
your gaze moves back towards the floor as you finish washing the blood off. removing your arms from under the faucet, you look at the bite marks that adorn your arm. it almost makes you feel proud.
fingers trail across the marks as you exit the bathroom to find bandaids. or some gauze. or somthing.
but, much to your dismay, he is standing right outside the bathroom door. your eyes widen with panic as you stare at him. as you look up at him, his eyes meet yours.
"darling... this is getting out of hand," he murmurs. pulling you close, he looks at the damage you've done to yourself. his brows furrow with worry as he sees just how bad it is.
"i.. i'm sorry.." you mutter. it makes your heart hurt every time he sees you like this. it's not the first time he's had to help you after a breakdown.
"don't apologize."
"but you have to deal with me. i'm an adult. you shouldn't have to take care of me."
"i don't take care of you because i have to, darling. i do it because o want to." and with that, he pulls you into a tight embrace. his face buries in the crook of your neck as he goes on: "and i want to because you are my everything. not just my world, but my cosmos."
a lump forms in your throat as he rambles his love for you.
"i love you," you sigh as your voice breaks. a shaky breath leaves your lips as you cry into his shoulder.
"i love you too," he whispers.
the rest of the night is then spent with you curled up in his arms, watching a movie, and him whispering little 'i love you's every chance he gets.
bonus:
"why'd you come over so early anyways?"
"cause i left my razor..."
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a/n β sorry, Iβve been very busy cause Iβm going to state for art. iβm waiting on my letterman rn :3
he stared at his screen. what the actual fuck did you send him? his face contorted into something along the lines of disgust as the video went on. the screen was flashing with sparkles, bright pink bows, and images of dictators from WWII. all of this was set to Renai Circulation of all things.
on the other end, you were rolling around your bed and cackling loud enough to break a window. pretty sure you actually did. anyways, as a message from him popped up telling you to kill yourself, you lost it. your fingers made quick work typing a reply.
βwhyyyy? :(β
βcause you look like a nazi.β
you could feel his glaring eyes through the phone. his distain towards the video spurred you and your bothersome attitude on. this went on for a while. memes and tiktoks you find in the same sphere blow up his phone. with each one, he found himself falling further and further into existential dread and quietly questioning your whole relationship.
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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.
yo what's up wanna be friends π heya hello
hi! uhβ¦. sure! i love making friends!
the mask goes on the minute other people look.
make eye contact. too much, look away. now smile and nod. stop bouncing your leg. make them like you.
those are his thoughts. because too many people have called him weird. too many people have pointed and laughed. too many people made fun of him for just being himself.
oh, but you..
you remind him it's okay to unmask. you smile, listening to him ramble about his interests. you could listen for hours and never get bored.
when you notice his discomfort in a crowd. when you help him communicate when he's too overwhelmed to talk.
with you, the ribbon that holds the mask together comes undone. with you, his mask falls to the ground.
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life never feels real.
he never feels real.
because whenever he wakes up, he still feels stuck in a repetitive dream.
every day: wake up. go to work. go to sleep.
it's like his life is a constant loop.
that all changes when you walk into his life. now his days look more colorful.
his days are full of your love.
his days are full of your light.
you are his reason to live.
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