#preferances

Idk what else to add lmao

aawweeee this is cutee 🥹

| 𝙆𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞 𝙊. 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Kokichi doesn’t even pretend he wasn’t waiting for this reaction.

You look him up and down, your jacket absolutely swallowing him, sleeves dangling past his fingers and before you can stop yourself, you laugh because he looks like an idiot at the moment.

“…Aw. You look kinda cute in it.”

There it is.

His grin stretches immediately, sharp and smug. “CUTE?” He presses a hand to his chest. “Wowww, so you finally admit it~ Guess it’s mine now~!”

“What…no…!” You reach for the zipper. “I said cute, not keep it. Now give it back!”

He zips it all the way up instead. Slowly. On purpose. Maintaining eye contact the whole time.

“Nope~! You can’t just do that to a cutie like me~! That’s against the rules!”

“There are no rules.” You spoke the annoyed tone in your voice very evident.

“Ohhh, but there are,” he hums, stepping just close enough that you have to look down at him. “Rule number one: if your taller S/O says you look cute in their jacket… you legally own it unless they hate you!”

“That is NOT a real law Kichi!”

He gasps dramatically like he’d seen a ghost, “Liar! I wrote it myself!”

You sigh, grabbing one of the sleeves. “Kokichi.”

“Yes?” He tilts his head, eyes wide, innocent, too innocent. “Is this you admitting you like seeing me in your clothes…is that a kin-“

You quickly shut him up “…You’re being annoying stop”

“And yet,” he smirks, tugging the sleeve out of your hand, “you’re smilingg~! You must really be in love with me huh!”

You roll your eyes. “You’re literally swimming in it.”

“Good.” He grins wider. “That just means everyone knows it’s not mine.” Then, quieter, teasing, “Means it’s yours.”

You freeze for half a second.

He notices. Of course he does.

“Ooooh~ did I break you?” He leans in real close to your face clearly not understanding the concept “personal space” before speaking in a sing-songy voice, “I’ll give it back when I feel like it-!”

Before you can react, he darts behind you, peeking out with that wicked smile. “For now, I’m keeping it. It’s warm, it smells like you, and it makes you flustered!”

“Nishishi!”

“Kokichi—”

“If you really want it back,” he adds, backing away, “you’re gonna have to steal it from me~!”

And just like that, he’s gone, running away while your jacket flaps behind him, laughter echoing down the hall.

…Of course you hear him yell from far away, “S/O called me cutee~” Going out of his way to now annoy the others.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: triggering if you disagree with me, and is sensetive to not fit in with the age range of your bias.

𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗟𝗘𝗘￫

I genrerally feel like he would like to date someone who’s around the same age as himself. Preferably born in 1999 or 2000. Overall, I could see him dating someone born around 1998-2001.

𝗛𝗨𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡￫

For Renjun, I see him as someone who prefers someone older, but he could date someone younger too. Overall: 1997-2002.

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗢￫

Jeno is someone who seems to date older, same age and younger people with no preferences. Maybe it’s because he’s such a boyfriend material. Then the overall would be: 1996-2003. Imagine to cuddle with him.

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗖𝗞￫

Haechan could admire someone older, but for his annoying childlike personality (in a funny, good way obviously), he would probably find someone the same age or younger than him that fits him. Then overall: 2000-2004.

𝗡𝗔 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡￫

To be honest, Jaemin gives me the vibes of liking someone who’s older. However, if he gets eye on someone, he would do everything to steal their heart. That’s why I could see him falling for someone younger too. Overall: 1996-2002.

𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗘￫

Chenle likes someone younger, but that won’t stop him from flirting with someone a year older. However, dating someone a year older is the oldest he could go. Overall: 2000-2005.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚￫

Jisung definitely likes someone younger or the same age. He would be more comfortable with someone the same age, but they have to be born later than him in 2002. Overall: 2002-2005.

• •

Daniel Seavey- Daniel is the dad everybody wished for, he woke up early with your daughter to watch cartoons while you slept, he cooked for her, took care of her when she was sick,he read her bed time stories, he protected her at all costs and as she grew up there was never a doubt in her mind that her dad loved her. Daniel was also the dad who had demanded she stay locked in the house until 30, don’t even get him started on her first boyfriend. You spent two hours talking him into letting his 16 year old daughter on a date, he was frantic about it. He cried when she moved out to college, he shed a few tears when he walked her down the aisle and never went a day without telling her how proud he was of her. Daniel was the supportive type of dad. He taught her how to believe in herself, how to love herself despite what others might say. He taught her that there was nothing in the world she couldn’t do. That failure and mistakes are apart of life, but what she took from those that made them positive experiences. She grew up with the same mindset and attitude Daniel did, positive, bubbly and full of love.

Jack Avery- Growing up with a house full of sisters had prepared for Jack for the day he had his own little girl, and he was amazing with her. He was the dad who started fights with other dads when their kid was an asshole to his princess. One time your daughter had ran out of school crying when she was 6 and nothing had ever broken his heart more. He picked her up, kissed all over her cheeks and then brought her to an ice cream place before going home and watching Disney princess moves and playing dress up with her to make her feel better. Then the next day not only did he go to the principal and yell at him for allowing bullying to happen in the school but he also talked to the father of the child who had said the hurtful things, that didn’t go well and you had to tell him to walk away more than once knowing that not only was your daughter watching but it could seriously hurt his and the boys career. But he didn’t care about his career int hat moment, he cared about his daughter being treated with respect.

Jonah Marais- Jonah spoiled your daughter in everyday possible, he could never tell her no. Before she was born Jonah had almost bought a whole baby section because “Look how cute these are! We needed them Y/n” “Image my princess wearing this cute little booties! THEY ARE PINK AND THEY SPARKLE Y/N”. And over the years nothing changed, at the age of 14 he had bought her a phone, at the age of 17 he had bought her a car and when she was ready to move out on her own he took her shopping for everything she could ever possibly need, always wanting to know she would never be without. Jonah also had a hard time letting go, he had spent her whole grade 12 year trying to bribe her with things to make her stay home an extra year. He wasn’t ready to watch his little girl walk out the door and start a life on her own, hating the idea of her not needing him anymore.

“Ill always need you dad, you’re my number one guy” Your daughter smiled before pulling him into a hug.

If you told anyone Jonah would deny it, but he had tears streaming down his face as her car pulled out of the driveway with all of her things for her new apartment in them.

Corbyn Besson- Lets start this off by saying that babygirl Besson started killing the shoe game in the womb and continued to do so all through her life. One thing you couldn’t stand was that Corbyn and your daughter went shopping at least once a week. Corbyn was the dad that couldn’t stand to see his daughter cry, when something made her sad or angry or any type of emotion other than happy he would take her for a long drive to get ice cream where she could talk about everything going on. Corbyn and your daughter had a very open relationship, as she grew into her late teen years Corbyn even found himself asking for her advice. Corbyn was the best friend type of dad and your daughter loved it.

THE OUTSIDERS PREFERANCE- WHAT YOU TAKE OF HIS

UNEDITED

DARREL

You always took Darry’s shirts. Dosen’t matter which one, your closet is Darry’s shirts. A couple flannels, a jacket and like, 16 t-shirts. He dosen’t mind of course. Darry loves seeing you in one peice of clothing ;)

SODAPOP

You steal his DX shirt just so he comes out of the bathroom shirtless. That boy’s got a beautiful pack on him. And sometimes, when you feel like a queen, You take his pants too. That did cause some days of skipped work and a pissed off Steve, but it was defidentally worth it.

PONYBOY

You took his copy of ‘Gone with the Wind’ and always used to piss him off that when you two would kiss, you’d say, “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a Damn!” And it literally used to get him so angry. You should have seen His face.

TWO-BIT

You’d take everything. There was Nothing the two of you wouldn’t share. (except toothbrushes and all that hygiene shit.) So you’d wear your bra and some of his boxers to bed if you were in the mood. Which was always considering that Two could drive you Insane in his annoyingly pleasurable ways.

STEVE

Cake. You’d take all his cake and eat it. Didn’t make a difference to your body as you and him would literally burn calories kissing because he said you ‘Taste just like sugar’. And he’d kiss you. Alot. Everywhere. Anywhere. On everyone. And on eveything. No questions asked.

DALLAS

You’d take his leather Jacket sometimes, but other than that you’d take his necklace. He’d take it off before bed and he’d just see you wearing it and be like, ‘You look hot.’ Because apparently he loves seeing you cook breakfast in your underwear. With his ‘Very manly’ necklace on

JOHNNY

Harry: I do not want to have sex with you, Draco!

So sorry I request my boy Fuyuhiko so much 🖤

I’m going back to my ultimate figure skater! roots! How about a one shot of Fuyuhiko lowkey getting jealous of (S\O)’s skating pairs partner? 🫢 Possibly after a performance with said skating partner or after practice with them. Whatever you think is best really!

Tysm as always 🖤 take your time! 🙏🫰

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YESSS FUYUHIKOO !! ouuuu yesyes i like ur thinking this is sosoossooo cuteee 🥹🥹🫰🫰

| 𝙅𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨!𝙁𝙪𝙮𝙪𝙝𝙞𝙠𝙤 𝙆.

Your partner had barely disappeared through the doors when you jumped into Fuyuhiko’s arms, after a long rehearsal twirling around on ice.

“Fuyu—!”

He caught you without thinking. Arms locked around you automatically, then his whole body went rigid like he remembered himself too late.

“…Get off,” he muttered.

But he didn’t let go.

You laughed softly, settling against his chest. “You okay?”

“… ‘M Fine.”

He wasn’t looking at you, in fact he was looking anywhere but at you.

Not even a glance. Eyes straight ahead, jaw tight, scowl deep. His grip was firm but tense, like he was holding onto you out of instinct instead of choice.

You tilted your head, peeking up at him. “You’re mad, aren’t you…!”

That’s when his face turned a little pink like he’d been found out before speaking, “…I’m not mad.”

“You didn’t even look at me…!”

“…Good.”

You smiled a little, still clinging onto his arms. “You jealous?”

He clicked his tongue hard and without hesitation he started. “That fucker had his hands all over you.”

“That’s skating.” You chirped, happily.

“…I know,” he snapped. “…Doesn’t mean I gotta like it.”

You shifted slightly, resting your cheek against his shoulder. He stiffened, then stayed still, then relaxed a little.

“…You didn’t say anything during practice,” you said softly.

“…Wasn’t my place.” He added quietly, almost embarrassed.

There was something sharp in that. Something quiet.

You were about to say something else when his grip tightened suddenly just a little and his voice dropped, seriously.

“…You want me,” he said.

You blinked, curious of what he was going to say.

“…Or him.”

The words came out blunt. Flat. Not angry, just tight. Like he hated himself for even asking.

You pulled back enough to look up at him. His eyes were still averted, ears red, expression hard like he was bracing for impact.

“…Fuyuhiko,” you said gently looking at the cute boy who’s obviously having a hard time being jealous.

“…Don’t bullshit me,” he muttered. “You trust him. You let him hold you. You look at him like—”

“Like a partner,” you cut in. “Not even partner just an ally on the ice.”

Silence…for a while, but you could tell he hesitated.

“…I don’t share,” he said stubbornly and in this soft tone. “…Not you.”

You smiled softly and leaned back into him, arms tightening around his waist. “Then stop asking questions you already know the answer to.”

He froze.

“…Say it,” he muttered gently looking like a angry baby kitten.

“I chose you, I love you okay…?”

His breath hitched. He finally looked down at you, eyes sharp, flustered, vulnerable in a way he hated.

“…You don’t gotta say it like that,” he muttered.

“You asked.”

“…Tch.”

He pulled you in closer, chin brushing the top of your head, grip firm and grounding.

“…Don’t jump into other people like that,” he muttered. “That’s my thing.”

You smiled. “You didn’t complain.”

“…I’m complainin’ now.”

And he just stayed there, arms wr

But he stayed right where he was, holding you, jealousy simmering but soothed just enough.