they were all in love with dyin', they were doin' it in Texas

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i'm dolly, i used to write for schlatt all the time and now i’m back! i plan on being very picky with the asks i write for, but all ideas are welcome.

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unpaid intern (upi) - part one/part two

note: i didn't even notice this in my inbox and so i'm only now seeing it! i wanted to write this from the perspective of a reader who is insecure about their weight and a reader who is not so that y'all can pick and choose what u wanna read based on how u feel!

some cutie references for some fits u might wanna imagine:

he's absolutely using you as a pillow

all the fucking time

movie nights, on the couch, he's laying his head on your chest

picnic date, he's laying his head in your lap

introspective, philosophical talks while stargazing in japan, he's laying his head on your tummy

i can definitely picture him, heavy shoulders, sleepy eyes, plodding from his office to your bedroom and curling up like a cat in the crook of your neck.

not that he ever would, since he loves you and everything about you, but he'd never ever ever ever ever comment about ur weight

ever

he'd rather run naked through new york city than ever say anything mean about you

and so, when he hears an inkling of doubt come from your mouth, he's shutting that shit down in an instant

It was early in the morning. 5AM. All of the suitcases were packed and in the car. The cats were already at his parent's house. All that was left was to make one more sweep of the house for anything you guys needed before you headed to the airport.

Sat on the stairs, tired and antsy, you were attempting to pull on your shoes and lace them up, only for your jeans to keep digging in or your hoodie nearly choking you. All accumulating until you were so frustrated, you let a comment slip.

"These fucking shoes... goddamn- jeans! Ugh, this hoodie is killing me! God, why can't I tie my shoes without getting out of breath, I'm so sick of this body!"

Dead silence.

You'd think you were alone in the house, if it weren't for the fire his eyes were burning into the back of your head.

"Hey, don't talk about my fucking girlfriend like that. Let me do it..."

But, there's times where he'll get awkwardly sincere about it too.

"You realise that I picked you, right? Out of everybody on the planet? So maybe stop assuming that I'm lying to you about how much you mean to me."

"Baby, if you're fat then I'm the size of the fuckin' Titanic, and you still love me. You got nothin' to worry about."

he's absolutely encouraging you to take up space

walking down the street and someone bumps into you?

you're gonna regret saying sorry to that person for something that wasn't your fault.

"Are ya kiddin' me? That douchebag was in your way, he's lucky I didn't shoulder check him, asshole... You keep walkin', baby."

no matter what you wear, he's all heart eyes and mushy for it

before you, he never really did pda, and while he's not gonna go so far as to makeout in public, he's definitely in love with holding your hand and hugging

however, if you're more secure and if you do like wearing more revealing outfits, he's working overtime to flirt with u

"Damn, you look amazing in that shit..."

"I know, why do you think I put it on?"

absolutely encourages u when u confront someone for being rude or fetishy

randos being like:

"You're so brave for wearing that."

"Thanks. I also bravely wore sunglasses inside."

u definitely help him to be more comfortable in his own body too

u make him feel strong