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chocobabyporcelain · 7 years

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How would the bros react to an S/O who wears jfashion? (I'm trying to think of things you like but all i can think of is jfash)

I am so here for this. But of course, you knew that.I did a different subfashion with each bro, but if you wanna see a specific bro with a specific fashion, just shoot me an ask and I’ll get to it.I’ve included a links to a pinterest baord on each fashion so if you’re not familiar, you can get a better visual.(Also, side note, I can totally see Iris dressing in Visual Kei)

Tags: @neko-otaku13 @itsmootothecow @itshaejinju @mp938368 @ffxv-milkshake @bespectacled-girl @insomniacapples @expectogladiolus

Noctis –Decora:

Noctis had known you since middle school, but he’d never seen yououtside of school before. Which meant he’d never seen you inanything other than your school uniform and the minimal makeup yourschool would allow.

Whenhe saw you at the arcade, dressedbrighter than a rainbow, he couldn’t help but stare. Nobody couldhelp but stare. Not all of them appreciative.

Youwere dressed in a bright yellow cut-sew with multicoloured polkadots, along with a red and blue chequered skirt over rainbow tights.There were glittery greenplatform sandals on your feet and a strawberry patterned jacketdraped loosely over your shoulders. You had a seemingly impossibleamount of hair clips decorating your bright red wig and plasticjewellery lining your wrists and fingers. Yourfuzzy, blue monster backpack was hanging limply from your arm as youand your friend, who was dressed similarly, battled on one of themachines.

“Yes!” you yelled out your victory, throwing your hands in theair as you jumped up and down, your backpack bouncing on your arm.

You friend groaned loudly and threw her head down in a pout. “You’reonly good at this because you have more experience.” she grumbled.

Noctis could hardly believe it was you. Could this really be (Y/N)?The girl in his class who kept to herself and barely said a word toanybody? The girl who got so embarrassed when she mispronounced“disestablishment” that she refused to speak for the rest of theday?

He took a deep breath and slowly made his way over to you. “(Y/N)?”

Youturned to face him, youreyes widening when you saw exactly who was addressing you. “PrinceNoctis!” You stepped back, subconsciously pulling your jacketfurther around yourself, as if trying to hide.

Your friend cast a look between the two of you and smiled. “I’mgonna go grab some sodas.” she said, slipping away before you couldcall her back.

An awkward silence stretched between you, both of you looking aroundin different directions.

“It’s—”

“You—”

You both spoke simultaneously, and then laughed nervously atyourselves.

“You first.” Noctis insisted.

Younodded.“I was just gonna say it’s a little strange seeing you outside ofschool.” You pulled yourbackpack to your front, running your fingers through its soft fuzz. Anervous habit you’d picked up somewhere along the line.

Noctissmiled at you, giving your coord a once over. Which made you a littleself-conscious, honestly. “You look amazing.” he gesturedvaguely at your clothes. “So bright andbeautiful.”

It was hard to tell who blushed harder at that comment, you orNoctis.

“Colourful!”he corrected. “Bright an-Bright and colourful.”

Youchuckled. “Thank you.” Youlet one arm fallfrom your bagto your side, fingers playing with the hem of your skirt. “It’scalledDecora fashion.”

“I’dlove to hear all about it,” Noctis was almost embarrassed at howquickly he’d spoken. “If, y’know, you’d like to tell me?”

Youswayed a little, rolling up onto the balls of your feet with a brightsmile. “Yeah, I’d really like that.” you replied, maybe alittle too eagerly.

“Cool.”

Iswear, Decora is a lot nicer looking than the coord I just described.

Prompto – Fairy Kei:

You were sat on a high wall just behind the overlook in Lestallumwhen Prompto first saw you. He caught sight of your pastel pink andbaby blue sneakers dangling just above his line of sight. “Oh,”he muttered softly as he looked up and saw you in your entirety.

Your fluffy tutu in pink, mint and lavender splayed out either sideof you, draping over the pastel candy-print tights that encased yourthighs. The pink sweater you were wearing (in Lestallum, which wasquestionable enough) was easily three times too big for you, one sidehanging off your shoulder, and had “Barbie” written across thefront in pretty cursive letters. You wore baby blue knee-highs overyour tights, with little pink teddy bears holding balloons on thesides, disappearing into your high-top sneakers. Your hair was dyedin split colours, pink one side, blue the other, and was tied up intwin-tails, with slightly uneven tie-off points which looked clumsy,but cute. You were swinging your legs daintily, fully engrossed inyour phone.

Prompto couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his face ashe looked up at you. A real life fairy princess, perched comfortablyatop her vantage point, looking out at the world. You were beautiful.A true vision in soft pastels.

He took a deep breath, gathering the courage to call out to you.“Exc– Excuse me!”

You peered over the top of your phone, unsure whether or not thevoice was calling you. You saw the blonde man down below waving toyou, and you gave your own shy, tentative wave in return.

“Hey, this might sound weird but, um,” he lifted his camera, asif to make you aware of its existence. “Would you be comfortablewith me taking your picture?”

You knitted your eyebrows, worrying your lower lip a little. “Oh,erm…” You considered it, briefly. He seemed genuine enough andhe did ask permission first. That’s gotta count forsomething, right? You took a breath and forced a smile. “Yeah,sure.” You placed your phone down beside you and held up a peacesign.

Prompto hesitated. “Are you sure?” he called up. You werebeautiful and he definitely wanted a picture of you, but hewasn’t prepared to make you uncomfortable.

“I’m sure.” you replied, giving a short chuckle.

Prompto smiled up at you once more and aligned his camera, spending alittle time adjusting in a way that was comfortable and got a goodangle. He framed it perfectly, the midday sun behind you in a waythat made you glow radiantly.

“How do I look?”

“Gimme a sec.” He quickly made his way up the small hill, and youswivelled around on the wall to greet him.

You jumped off your comfy perch and grabbed your soft backpack offthe ground, stuffing your phone back into the yellow fluff.

Prompto stopped short when he caught sight of it. The fluffy birdshaped bag was recognisable anywhere. “Is your backpack a chocobo?”he asked with an excited smile.

You giggled, pulling your soft bag closer, cuddling him like aplushie. “Yeah. He’s super cute. I love him.” you said, swayingthe bag as if nursing a child.

“I think you might be my favourite person.” Prompto muttered,unable to stop the heat rising to his cheeks.

Blushing just as bright, you gave another nervous giggle, buryingyour face in the soft fluff of your chocobo backpack. “Do you, um,”you lowered the bag from your mouth, realising it was probablymuffling your speech. “Do you think you could email me that pictureso I can use it for my blog?” you asked, gesturing to his camera.

“Oh, sure thing.” Prompto reached into his pocket and dug out hisphone, opening his notes app and handing it to you. “Here, writedown your email address.”

You took the phone from him, typed in what you needed to, and handedit back.

Your name, email address and phone number.

“(Y/N?),” he smiled. “That’s a pretty name.”

“Thanks.” You began to fidget with your bracelet, a band ofplastic, pastel beads spelling Cry Baby that was previouslyhidden beneath your sleeve. “So, do you have a name, orshould I credit you as Mr. Camera.” you asked.

Prompto snorted at the nickname. “It’s Prompto.” he replied,maybe hoping a little that you’d call him Mr. Camera anyway. Maybehe thought it sounded kinda cool.

“Prompto.” you repeated.

That’s when a car horn decided to blast, startling the both of you.

“(Y/N)!” you heard your friend’s voice call.

You looked up to the road, where you could see the car of anotherfriend, the one in question leaning far out of the window. “Get in,loser. We got a tea party to get to!”

You waved and turned back to Prompto. “That’s my ride.” Youhesitated, rocking slightly on your heels. “So… text me later?”you trailed off cautiously.

“Sure thing!” Prompto’s reply was immediate. “I’ll send thephoto tonight.”

You smiled and nodded. “Thank you so much.” With that, you rushedto your friend’s car, pausing to wave before you climbed in,ignoring your friends as they teased you.

Prompto waited until the car drove off before looking back at hiscamera, at the photograph of you, sitting atop the wall with thatsweet smile. “Ah, geez.” he muttered.

He had it bad.

Hereis my very own Fairy Kei board!In fact, most of the coord in this is based off my actual wardrobe.

Also,can I throw out the headcanon that Prompto is totally prepared totwin with his Fairy Kei S/O?

Ignis – Uchuu Kei:

For as long as Ignis has known you, he’s known about your penchantfor space. Many a time he’d found you, in the wee hours of themorning, curled up on the woven chair that sat on your balcony,staring up at the night sky.

He loved the sound of pure excitement in your voice as you pouredover your star chart, talking endlessly about the vastness and beautyof space, yet to be explored.

The crescent moon string lights you’d hung around the vanitymirror, the nebula print cushions you’d decorated the bed with, thenebula soaps in the bathroom, all of it may not have been to Ignis’staste, per say. But, a shared home should have equal representationof all parties coexisting, and that was your mark.

He’d noticed you were starting in integrate your passion for spacein your outfits. It started with your nails, your usual block colouracrylics traded in for nebula patterns. Then, there was a pair ofholographic creepers you had your heart set on from the moment yousaw them.

You’d started to wonder if you could make your whole wardrobe spacethemed. Or would that be silly? You supposed it was. After all, youweren’t a little girl anymore, and they probably didn’t even makespace themed clothing in your size.

Still, that didn’t stop you looking it up at home whileprocrastinating work. You scrolled through pages and pages ofchildren dressed as aliens and astronauts, becoming more and morediscouraged at each microhuman you saw draped in silver, green andUFO print.

Until, you stumbled upon something amazing.

You slammed your hands down on the table, staring wide-eyed at thescreen on your laptop.

“(Y/N)?” Ignis called, poking his head around the door of thesmall dinning room, where you were (supposed to be) working. “Whatwas that? Are you alright?”

You smiled at him over the top of your heavily decorated laptop.“It’s a thing!” you muttered, your voice pinching slightly asyour excitement become more apparent. You beckoned him over to showhim the images on your screen.

Ignis came to stand behind you, placing an arm across your shoulders.He watched with you as you scrolled down the page, showcasing imageafter image of people—adults—wearing nebula patterns,silver, constellations, aliens. Space fashion was a thing!

“It’s called Uchuu Kei,” you said, opening a few images in newtabs for a closer inspection. “I can’t believe it’s actually athing!”

The excitement in your voice brought a smile to Ignis’s face. “Ithink it’d suit you nicely.” He pointed to a particular image onthe screen. I girl dressed in a silver dress, navy, star sprinkledtights and holographic creepers. “You’re halfway there, you justneed the dress.” he commented with a chuckle.

You laughed along, mulling it over in your mind. Could you reallypull it off? You wanted to, but you weren’t convinced. What if youjust looked really silly? “You think so?” you asked, a littleshyly.

“Certainly.”

And with that, your mind was made up. You’d try out Uchuu Kei. Andif it didn’t suit you, it didn’t suit you, and it would be alearning experience and you’d move on.

It started with you collecting garments, tucking them away in yourcloset until you felt you had enough to build a semi-decent coord. Itwas mostly tops and sweaters, you noticed. All with aliens, crescentmoons, rocket ships and various other space motifs. You only had ahandful of suitable skirts and one pair of shorts, and two pairs oftights.

When you felt you had enough, you wanted to work on building a coord.You gathered all of the Uchuu clothes from your closet and laid themout neatly on the bed. You’d pick up a shirt, lay it over a skirtand then put it back, picking up a different shirt and trying again.

You were there for hours, and quickly growing frustrated.Why was coording so hard?

When you finally settled on what you hoped was a workable coord, yougot changed, applying a little makeup and checking yourself over inthe mirror. “Ignis,” you called, making your way out of thebedroom and landing before your boyfriend in a cute curtsy. “Do Ilook alright?”

Ignis regarded you with an appreciative hum. You were wearing a shortsleeved t-shirt, black with a little green alien riding in a UFO withthe words I BELIEVE written in bold, friendly letters.On top of that was a nebula print suspender skirt, the strapsdecorated with badges of UFOs and rocket ships. You were wearing oddsocks, one navy and sprinkled with glittery stars and one a plainwhite, both pulled up to just under your knees, and on your feet,your beloved holographic creepers.

With a gentle smile, Ignis got to his feet, placing a hand on thesmall of your back, pulling you closer. “You look exquisite,darling.” he whispered, softy brushing a stray lock of hair fromyour face. “My little space princess.”

Someexamples of Uchuu Kei.

Gladiolus – Oshare Kei:

Gladiolus has known you for a long time. He’s seen all of yourabrupt style changes, and they happened often.

When you two met, you were playing around with Gyaru. It was acomfortable style, but the fake tan was annoying, and the bleachedblonde and heavy makeup really did not suit you.

You very briefly tried a Classic Lolita style, but thatquickly evolved into a more Gothic Lolita style, which youfound far more suited to you. Far more stylish.

Moriwas one of Gladio’s personal favourite looks on you. Theloose, floaty dresses and thick woollen cardigans gave you adelicate, doll-like look, and the earthy tones made you appear like aforest sprite.

When you announced, out of the blue, that you wanted to try adifferent style, Gladio had to admit that he was sad to see yourforest girl look go.

He very quickly changed his mind when he saw your next style.

Thefirst thing he noticed was that you haddyed your hair again. Mostlyblack this time, with neon pink dip dye. The vest you had on was alsoblack, full of rips with more neon pink peeking through. Hecould see the slightest hint of black, Lycra shorts peering outbeneath your short, pink and black tartan skirt. Yourblack and pink striped socks were uneven, one just below your kneeand the other pushed down to mid-calf, both disappearing intobattered, black converse.

Youspun on the spot, your skirt flaring out and showing off how snuglythose shorts fit. “What do you think?” yourquestion ended in a nervous lilt to your voice as youendedyour twirl in a cute little curtsey.

Gladiolooked you up and down, a muted grinplaying on his lips. “I think,” he said, pulling himself up offof the sofa and approaching you. He held your wrist in his hand andtwirled you once more, leaving you giggling and almost falling intohim. “thatyou look amazing.”

He stepped back, admiring you all over again. “What’s it called,again?” he asked.

“OshareKei.” you answered. “It’s kinda like Visual Kei, but morecolourful.” You swayed alittle, glancing down at your outfit. “Well, more pink, on thisoccasion.” You chuckled nervously, suddenly becoming self-criticalof your chosen colour scheme. Was it too same-y?No, no, plenty of coords use a two-colour palette, you looked fine.Better than fine. You lookedamazing! Right?

Gladioraised an eyebrow at you. “Hey, I know that look.” He lifted youup by the waist and held you with one arm under your butt and theother supporting you back. Herested his forehead against yours and looked you in the eye. “Believeme, (Y/N). You look incredible.Better than… the girl fromthat… Visual band you like…”he trailed off, trying toremember the band, or the girl, or anything, really.

Youscrunched your nose a little. Well, that was vague,but you decided you’d take the compliment, anyway. You smiled,wrapping your arms around Gladio’s neck, swinging your legs gentlyat his sides. “Thanks, Gladio.” you muttered.

Ican see Gladio really being into the “soft punk” vibe Oshare Keigives.

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writeyouin · 7 years

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Hi! I'm in love with Part 1 of your "Only Friend" fic, and I can only hope that there will be a Part 2! Anyways, I thought I'd make a request. I was thinking maybe the reader is afraid of the dark and Newt could maybe come to comfort them? I guess I'd like it to be kinda cutesy and sort of romantic. I have, like, a deathly fear of the dark, which is how I came up with this idea. But, um, yeah :) Lots of love

Newt Scamander X Reader – Nyctophobia

A/N – Nothing to do with fanfic but I just found out how hard it is to make Barbie clothes. Also, binging out on the best films ever, “The Never-ending Story” so underrated.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Tiredness practically radiated from you, dragging you down with each step you took on the search for yet another one of Newt’s illusive beasts. Usually, you would have been just as eager of Newt but the torrential downpour quickly soaking through your clothes and the mud that clung to you, weighing you down, made it one of your more exhausting journeys.

“NEWT, MAYBE WE SHOULD TURN BACK.” You shouted over the shrieking wind that threatened to whip your words away.

“WE’RE SO CLOSE (Y/N), WE CAN’T STOP NOW.” Newt hollered back, pushing on determinedly.

You sighed warily, folding your arms against the cold to continue. While it was always an option to leave Newt to his task and apparate back to the previous town, you wouldn’t do so; he tended to sustain more injuries when you weren’t around to keep an eye on him.

Finally, after an agonizingly long walk, Newt called for you to stop, then turned to you; much like yourself, his hair was plastered to his face and there were tears in his clothes where the plants had pulled at them.

“I found its shelter.” He declared. “It must come here to avoid the rain.”

“Smart.” You responded sardonically.

Your tone was wasted on Newt as he rambled on in unbridled excitement, “Precisely what I was thinking. I wonder how intelligent it is exactly. Do you think it hates all water or just rain? Oh, what am I saying? It must be okay with some water or at least damp to live in a cave like that.”

You froze, “A- a what? You know, uh- Maybe we should just wait for it to come out. I mean, that could be a huge cave, or the creature could be territorial; what if it feels cornered when we get in there?”

“Well, that’s what we’re going in there to find out and don’t worry about locating it; I happen to be an excellent tracker.”

“Yeah but um- I FORGOT TO BRING A TORCH. Yep. That’s it. Forgot the torch.”

Newt gazed quizzically at you, a slight smile playing at his lips. He held up his wand, whispering, “Lumos.”

Bright light emanated from the wand, dazzling you.

“How silly of me.” You murmured in a daze.

“Come on, it must be close now.”

You took a deep breath, pondering your options while Newt made his way into the cave, “Alright (Y/N), calm down. Everything will be fine as long as we have the light. No need to be afraid as long as we have that.”

You pulled out your wand, with another call of, “Lumos,” then apprehensively followed Newt into the dingy cave.

You listened to the sounds of dripping water that echoed around the caverns. In the light of your wands, the cave seemed to have its own unique beauty, albeit one you could appreciate all the more if your clothes weren’t clinging to you and making you shiver.

“You know, this isn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be.” You exhaled shakily, following Newt through the newly lit cave.

“Haven’t you ever been in a cave before?”

“No, can’t say I have.”

“Wait!” Sudden concern resounded in Newt’s voice as he turned to face you, “Were you- were you afraid of coming here?”

“Wha- Me? No, never. I mean who-” You laughed nervously, “Who’s afraid of caves? Not me, that’s for sure. Fears are just childish anyway, right?”

Newt looked unconvinced, he reached for your face gently “(Y/N), it’s entirely alright if you are-”

“Hey look, are those tracks?”

“Where?”

Newt turned quickly, his concern replaced with eager anticipation. You smiled to yourself, glad that your distraction had taken effect. Although you knew Newt wouldn’t mock you for your fear, it seemed almost pathetic that someone your age should fear something so simple; after all, you were old enough to know that monsters didn’t lurk in the shadows, waiting to hunt you and take you away. Then again, darkness feels so primal, almost like it knows its own sense of foreboding and danger.

After more wandering, the hairs on the back of your neck stood on attention. You swallowed anxiously, feeling eyes trained on you. Up until then, you had almost begun to relax but now, something felt wrong, out of place somehow. Refusing to give in to your nerves, you spun around defiantly, ready to face any threat head-on. The caverns ahead were just as they had been before, empty. After a few seconds checking your surroundings for any trace of a problem, you let yourself relax again, turning back to continue your journey. When you finally turned back however, you were alarmed to find that Newt was nowhere to be seen; he must have accidently continued his search without you.

“Newt?” You called, desperately hoping for a reply. “Newt, you there? If you can hear me-”

The light from your wand flickered dimly, distracting you from your previous sentence before extinguishing and engulfing you in darkness. Terror filled you, making itself known through rapid, uncontrolled breathing and the fast beating of your heart which you were sure anyone would be able to hear had they been there.

“Lumos.” You whimpered, clutching the wand in your sweaty palm. “Lumos. LUMOS. LUMOS.”

You repeated the incantation over and over, each attempt more frantic than the last until the very words themselves failed you. You backed up against a wall, letting it support you in your moment of dread.

Dangerous whispers of an unknown voice that sounded like anger personified invaded your mind, “(Y/N),” it mocked disturbingly, “You can’t see anything. You can’t leave this place or find your way back. You let that fool lead you here. So trusting weren’t you, and now you’ll die here for it since he’s so willingly abandoned you.”

“No.” You argued meekly, becoming light-headed from the lack of air.

“Yes.” The voice continued. “I know you feel the tight bands of fear constricting you. You are going to die and I am going to watch. You’re pathetic, you haven’t even noticed that you’re crying.”

You touched your cheek hastily, finding the tears that flowed unchecked.

“And now, I’m going to leave you.”

“Wait!” You called out to the void. “Don’t go- Don’t leave me alone.”

There was no response. You trembled in the darkness, sliding to the floor as a choking sensation took over. The voice had gone. In the absence of everything, there was nothing else to do but scream. You had never heard a sound like it, you could barely believe that it was coming from you. It was the kind of sound one only heard about in tales designed to terrify the mind and petrify the listener. Yet it was real and came with the dawning realisation that it would be the last sound you made before dying alone without a spec of light to guide you.

“RIDDIKULUS!” The all so familiar voice of Newt barked, turning the darkness into wispy fireworks.

Instead of following the spell with his usual laughter, he surrounded the wisps in a giant orb that emanated from his wand, the orb diminished in size until there was only one wisp to contain. He grabbed the orb, hastily throwing into his ever-useful suitcase, then rushed over to you.

“(Y/N)!” He held onto you tightly, silencing your screams with his presence and touch. “(Y/N), I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was a boggart we were hunting, if I did I would have never- I’m so sorry.”

You clung onto him with shaking hands, affirming he was real before attempting speech, “I w-was so s-s-scared. I d-didn’t know what to do and y-you left me. I was all a-alone. I-I-” Your speech became forfeit to hyperventilation, the sickly rushes of air making you feel all the worse.

“I know but I’m here now.” Newt gazed into your eyes, making sure your attention was on him, “I need you to listen carefully, can you do that?”

You nodded.

“Good.” He fought to keep his tone steady, never showing his own alarm. “I need you to hold on tight while I disapparate us both somewhere safe alright? You’re going to be okay, I promise. Everything is going to be okay.”

“R-Really?”

“Really, now hold on tight.”

Newt needn’t have said so since you were already holding onto him for dear life.

“Ready?”

You nodded once more, burying your head into his chest. The familiar feeling of disapparition surrounded you, stopping suddenly after a few seconds. Newt stroked your hair lightly, notifying you that it was safe to open your eyes. You found yourself in the cosy cottage room you had stayed in the previous night, Newt had booked an extra night just in case he couldn’t find the creature.

“Okay.” He whispered, as if afraid to break the silence. “I’m going to run you a nice hot bath and get you some clean clothes from out the case, alright?”

You held onto his shirt sleeve, “…Please don’t leave me.”

Newt melted at the sight of your doleful eyes, his brow furrowing sympathetically, “How about this? You come with me to fetch your things and I’ll wait outside the bathroom while you get washed?”

“You promise you won’t go anywhere?”

“I’ll talk to you the entire time.”

You nodded meekly. Newt looked relieved at the agreement, turning to leave until you held him back once more.

“What about tonight?” You asked.

“I’m sorry?”

“Can you- Can you stay in here with me tonight?”

Newt flushed red at the informal proposal, he had never once shared a room with you, respecting your privacy to the best of his ability. However, one more look at your vulnerable features changed his priorities.

“Alright.” He concurred. “Tonight, I’ll stay.”

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