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the requests i got were the reader getting gray hair bc of stress and 2 requests asking for a reader who dresses in alt/futuristic style. i will do them for got7 if that's what u'd like :)

i don't mind!!

instead of apologizing for wearing dreads (after fans told him) he made really weird comments to defend himself

request: got7 reacting to their s/o (they/them) making their own clothes

jaebeom

"can you teach me?" was the first question that flew out of jaebeom's mouth after you told him you made your own clothes. "i think that it would be a great way to spend time together, you know?" he shot you a smile and you melted into the ground.

mark

mark played with the end of your turtleneck, his long fingers brushing up on your cold torso. "where do you get these clothes?"

you looked down, now a little insecure about your artistic choices. "i- i- i make them. why? you don't like them?" mark shook his head immediately, furrowing his eyebrows.

it was like a lightbulb went off in his head. "oh god no! i wanted to match with you! but.... do you think you could make a couple more pieces for my clothing line?"

jinyoung

"so what im hearing is that you could be my personal stylist?" a smile tugged at his lips when your face expressed five different emotions at once. "i'm kidding! only if you want, you know. maybe i'll just steal your clothes so you're forced to make more."

"ahh, youre so evil~"

youngjae

"you should start your own clothing line!" now that youngjae knew you made your own clothes and designs, he was your number one hype man. "i'll buy you better equipment and help you with the legal aspect of having a business... which is also fun!"

"how about i just make you and me cool clothes so we can be styling?" youngjae nodded, knowing you were content with just you two sporting your designs.

bambam

"are you kidding! is there anything you can't do? how did i get so lucky!" bambam shook your arm excitedly, grinning from ear to ear.

"you're going to break my arm and then i won't be able to make any clothes." he immediately stopped, cackling a little.

"well, we wouldn't want that."

yugyeom

yugyeom likes to shop for most of his clothes online. he likes to support small business on depop, especially yours. obviously he doesn't use his name and address so it takes both of you a while to connect the dots but when you do-

"you make these clothes?" you nodded quickly, unable to believe that your most loyal customer was your own boyfriend. "how haven't you blown up? please let me promote you, this is so cool! you never told me you made your own clothes!"

request: got7 reacting to their s/o being a cosplayer

jaebeom

it took jaebeom a couple of minutes to process. he found you in your restroom getting ready and he was a little confused.

"you aren't mad?"

"i think you're the coolest person, why would i be mad?" this was the first time one of your boyfriends had called you cool. others called you weird or a weeb. "the amount of time and effort you spend on this... so worth it, however i will buy you better wigs."

you appreciated his joke, knowing he was only trying to get you to not freak out over him finding out.

mark

you and mark were in his hometown. he found out when a fan of yours recognized you from your videos (that you didn't let mark see). the fan enthusiastically shared their favorite cosplays you'd ever done, not noticing your pained expression and nervous stares towards mark.

after the fan left, mark raised one of his eyebrows and looked you up and down.

"so... cosplayer huh? can you please dress as my favorite character! it would be a dream come true!" his eyes sparkled and he looked like an excited kid. he grinned when you nodded hesitantly.

jinyoung

you tried your hardest to hide your costumes from jinyoung, but there were only a few places you could use in the home. he finds you hiding one your wigs one day and is immediately on his knees giggling.

"you put this much effort into hiding the fact that you like to cosplay? from me?" you fiddled with your fingers, a little embarrassed. "i love you, (y/n/n). even if you're a cosplayer." he burst into laughter again as you elbowed his side, the blush on your face not going away.

youngjae

youngjae had a feeling you were hiding something from him. he grew a little alarmed when you would decline his facetime calls and call back with a red face (as if you'd scrubbed it clean with a sponge). he finally confronted you about it and when you told him he just sighed in relief.

"i thought something else was going on! you could've just told me! you know how unbelievably supportive and great i am."

bambam

bambam was spending most of his free time on tiktok, and it worried you. mostly because that's the only place you felt comfortable posting your cosplaying videos. you knew he was on another 'side' of tiktok, but anything could happen. your biggest fear came true when he sent you your own video link.

bambam: hey this u?

(y/n): uh

bambam: can we make a video together. i want people to know that i accept everyone (EXCEPT furries)

(y/n): ..... only if you make me famous fast

bambam: i knew u were just using me </3 :,(

yugyeom

it's not that you were ashamed of cosplaying as some of your favorite characters. you were shy and you had no clue how yugyeom would react to you dressing up and changing your face with just makeup.

yugyeom comes home early one day to find you in a wig cap and half of your makeup off.

"i-" before you could say anything else, yugyeom began laughing. "yug?"

"can you turn me into one of your favorite characters? we'd make a very powerful couple cosplaying, you know?"

did you send something before this as a request?

castiel x trans male reader

scenario: castiel guides you to your personal heaven after you die

you looked down at your own body, the numbness settling in on your chest as you stared at the leaking wound on your neck.

you had no idea how to feel. what emotions were appropriate now that you were no longer living? it was something you had wanted for a while, but having it done on someone else's account made you a little angry. upset.

were ghosts suppose to have feelings about their deaths? and why were you still stuck here?

multiple thoughts rushed through your mind as you stood next to your dead body. your original (s/c) was now pale and sickly. (e/c) eyes emotionless and unmoving.

it wasn't until you heard a sudden woosh that you moved.

"(y/f/n), right?" the gruff voice made you jump a little. "i am castiel. i am to guide you to heaven now." you tilted your head slightly, unsure if you should believe him of not. what if he as another ghost just joking around? do ghosts joke around?

"i've seen you before."

"impossible. i dont do this often, but there's been a shortage of- why am i telling you this?"

"i have one of those faces." castiel looked down at your dead body, grimacing a little. "um, yeah, it was a hate crime. but i'm used to those though, you know?"

castiel furrowed his eyebrows, placing a hand on your shoulder. you thought this was his attempt at trying to comfort you the best he could. instead, you were now in a completely different room.

the bare walls around you made you grimace. it was uncomfortable, and unfamiliar. you stared at castiel to distract yourself.

after a while you were finally able to pinpoint who he was and why you've seen him before. "castiel. you were the one that was going around killing those priests." he swallowed thickly, dark blue eyes shifting between the bare walls. "that was badass. so many of them were awful people." he looked at you in confusion, taken aback.

"how can you praise me for that? i killed many people."

"you killed hypocrites. people who had power to spread false information and lies and hate speech through church. not that i really care about that because i'm not religious, but you are a badass, castiel." you smiled (up/down) at him, (e/c) eyes twinkling a little. "oh fuck!" you looked down your shirt, rolling your eyes when you saw the familiar (f/c) binder. "i died in my binder. i'm officially a loser."

"binder?"

"makes your chest flat." another realization hit you, "hey...how am i getting into heaven? aren't i an abomination? i mean, i'm a gay trans man. isn't god mad?" castiel tilted his head slightly, raising his eyebrows. it sounded as if you wanted to make god mad.

"god is rather indifferent to sexuality. last i heard, he actually dated a couple of guys here and there. i dont see why your gender or sexuality would deny you entry to heaven."

"you're joking right? god might be indifferent to what humans do but doesnt he know his fans hate gay people?" castiel stared ahead, unable to come up with a reply for you. you were right.

'god's fans' (as you so put it) were vicious towards the lgbtq+ community and there was no way he could counter that or relate. could he? his blank face was now replaced with confusion and furrowed brows. dark blue eyes were shifty as if searching for something.

"how about we postpone heaven?" you raised an eyebrow, looking (up/down) at him in awe.

"can we do that?"