#sacredwarrior88

Joker

While he didn't become your boyfriend because of your looks, he's still amazed by how pretty you are. There aren't many black people in japan, even less models; but after meeting you he started to wonder why. 

He doesn't really care about fashion or modeling, but would support you nonetheless. If he has the time, he will always accompany you, support you in any way possible. 

He would definitely have a few fashion magazines with you in it in his room. 

He would soon grow addicted to the contrast of his pale fingers on your pretty dark skin. He can lay with you in his arms for hours, just looking at it. 

He would have no problem with carrying your bags when shopping, but he isn't that much of a help when it comes to the outfits itself; he thinks you're pretty in all of them. 

He's very attentive. He would quickly notice the difference between your career way and Ann's. You seem way more worn out, mentally exhausted than her. Morgana told him it was simply because of Lady Ann's general sunny-shiny attitude, but he wouldn't buy that. 

So one day, he would decide to ask you about it. You would sit at big bang burger together. He would watch the passengers pass by and it would take a moment for him to find the right words. Fortunately, he is a very direct and upfront guy. 

„… Honey?," in the literal softest way you can imagine, „Is everything alright at work?" 

And you would tell him. His usual stoic and unreadable expression would change into a worried face. Understandable, you are his love, after all. He would let you vent all you want. 

„Is there anything I can do to help you?" while he puts his fingers on yours, gently caressing your hand. 

And whatever it was, moral support, just a shoulder to cry on, more, less; he would do it. 

If he was ever with you while someone said anything inappropriate towards you, he would straight up confront them. He knows he has scary eyes, a weird, maybe even dangerous aura (to people who don't know he's an adorable dork). He wouldn't use violence, never, but he would make sure they felt terrible after it. He would try his best to talk some brain into them, making them apologize to you.  You know... Leader of the phantom thieves charisma.

„To me, you're the most beautiful and talented girl I've ever met. They're jealous."

„…  You're sooo cheesy."

„Only for you."

Ryuji 

Ryuji would love to show you off whenever possible. Everyone knows you're his girlfriend. Literally everyone. The rest of the thieves know your surname, your birthday, your favorite color and what you like to eat for breakfast.

It would be a God damn miracle if you didn't find out about his second life in the first month. He talks too much. Is way too excited. 

Ryuji wouldn't be interested in shopping clothes with you. He doesn't care about fashion and would rather do some other fun activities with you! Preferably something where he has an excuse to touch you or can show himself off. He's not visiting the gym for nothing. Hah. 

He would be obsessed with your hair. Prepare for cuddle sessions with him just stroking your hair, letting your curls plop, kissing them. Your hair is so soft and pretty and he can't get enough of it. 

He doesn't feel comfortable with the atmosphere of your workplace, but he would always pick you up after a shooting, asking about your day, maybe even wanting to see a few photos. 

Would love to hit the gym together! It would totally end up in a little, funny challenge of who has better cardio. After that, you both would grab something nice to eat. 

Ryuji would be the most oblivious to the situation. You would have to actually tell him first before he gets it. He isn't a bad guy, but maybe just a little bit… dumb. 

He would get angry. So, so angry. You would be the one who had to calm him down. He doesn't get it. Why would anyone treat you different, worse, just because you didn't look like the other models in Japan?! 

He will never understand how anyone could look at you and not immediately swoon.

If there was a rude comment towards you when he was with you, it would end in a fight. If you don't stop him, that is. 

He would also be in a lot of your comment sections in social media. No one is allowed to badmouth his girl. 

Ann

Ann would be so happy to have a girlfriend with the same passion! Not even a bit of envy or had feelings; she's just proud. 

She would love to help you with your daily make up! Finding new colors that fit your skin color and show off your pretty eyes and your plumb lips. She would definitely like to put a bit of glitter on your cheeks and absolute DIE at the sight of you. Also, white eyeliner and mascara looks so nice on you. 

“You look like a literal angel! I want to shower your pretty face in kisses!"

And she would. 

Ann knows everything about fashion and you both would go shopping so often. She would request outfits for you she herself can't really wear; she's too pale. She loves how soft brown and beige colors look on you, how white clothes just seem to shine on you, but even more how gorgeous you look in flashy colors. She had no idea that neon colored clothing could actually look good on someone! 

Prepare for a lot of selfies. 

Ann would love to do some sports with you and she would also LOVE to do your hair. If you teach her how to treat your cute curls. 

At first, she wouldn't notice. Because she never thought about it; she isn't black, after all. But soon she would notice it. The magazines, the online criticism…  it breaks her heart to see how hard working you are, how talented, just for people to reduce you to your skin color. She doesn't get it. You're doing such a good job; maybe even a better job than her. 

After a bit of thinking, she would realise how she used to see more models who looked like you back in Finland. But you were the first one she saw in Japan. 

Ann wants to talk to you about it, doesn't really know how, though. She would invite you for a sleepover at the weekend, snacks, music, doing each others make up, watching chick flicks and romance movies. She tries to be as sensitive as possible, because she noticed how it seemed to take a toll on your mental health. 

Ann would tell her manager, show them pictures of you, practically BEGGING for her studio to make a feature with you. „She's so talented! She's so nice! She does a really good job, but people can't seem to appreciate it!" 

She could go on for days. Weeks, if she had to. For you, everything. And it would work, sooner or later. You would have a shooting with her, featured in a well known and popular magazine. But that isn't enough for her. Just a bit more. She is active on social media and would use her gigantic fanbase to get appreciation for you. A few jobs. Connections. You're so pretty, you're doing such a good job, you only deserve the best. 

If there ever was someone who treated you bad because of your skin color, she would try to help you ignore it and next day talk to the other phantom thieves. There had to be something they were able to do. 

It was your birthday, and you were starting to believe nobody even realized it was. When you woke up, you at least expected your parents to say something. But they both were so preoccupied with their day, they barely said two words to you. As you go about your day, you expect your best friends to say something. Neither of them said anything either, and you were really starting to feel down in the dumps.

You were about to give up on any kind of celebration at all until your boyfriend called you. A smile grew on your face when you noticed it was his number on the screen. You picked up and greeted him as happily as you could.

“Hey babe, I’m gonna be late for our date tonight. Something came up.” His words hit you in the pit of your stomach. You wanted to cry.

“Oh, okay…”You say sadly.

He mentions a few more details about the date tonight, but you were so sad to spend even more time alone now. Still, you decide to go get ready for your date. You knew Trunks would have something sweet planned. He had to.

The hours ticked by and you spent them pampering yourself. You did a full spa day in your own bathroom. Taking a long bath, washing your hair with your favorite shampoo, putting on your best smelling lotion, doing your makeup just right. All those things and more are what filled your day.

Finally, the hour that Trunks said he’d be picking you up arrives. You feel nervous but so excited. You can’t wait to see what he’s got planned. But the minutes tick by once more, and you’re so worried that he’s not even going to show. A knock on your door reassures you, but you’re so much more confused when your best friend is at the door.

“What’s up?” You ask, but they are tugging you out the door without another word.

“No time. Come with me.”

They drag you to their car, and you’re worried something bad has happened. They drive you around the block a few times before heading off to some unknown location. But you soon realize what’s going on as soon as you pull up in front of the restaurant. It’s your favorite! You look over at your friend and they shrug.

You’re about to demand to know what’s going on before you see Trunks opening your door. In one hand are a dozen roses, and he’s reaching out the other hand to you. You take it and he helps you out of the car.

He guides you towards the restaurant where he has a private booth set up for the two of you. The waitresses take care of you two for the whole night, making sure everything is super special for you. You’re so happy that Trunks didn’t forget about your birthday. He really remembered.

After a few hours of drinking some wine and champagne and eating some of your favorite food, Trunks suggests you two go for a romantic nighttime stroll.

Along the waterfront, Trunks holds you close as you walk together. It’s silent except for the occasional city noise. It’s so romantic, you’ve never felt happier in your whole life. Trunks leads you to a secluded area and he pushes you back against a wall.

“Baby, I hope this birthday has been everything you’ve ever wanted.” He whispers in your ear as his hands soothe up and down your sides.

“It’s been so wonderful, Trunks. I love you so much.” You whisper back, your lips meeting his lips for a heated kiss.

His hands reach down to grab your ass, pulling you closer to him. You can feel his erection pressing against you through his jeans. He ruts against you slowly, and he guides you to grind against him. His tongue slides into your mouth, curling against yours. You can’t help the moan that escapes you.

“Such a good girl you are. So beautiful.”

Your cheeks feel hot when he says this, and your knees grow weak. His hands are in your hair, tugging you a little closer. One of his hands cups your chin and pulls you in for a very sensual kiss. The other hand trails down and reaches the hem of your dress. He pushes his fingers to reach your clothed slit.

kisses getting heated by the second, your fingers tangled in his hair as you pant his name in open-mouthed kisses, greedy hips greeting his every grind against you. everything was going great, more than great. so Ace can’t help but to question what’s the matter when he reaches to take off your shirt and you shy away from him.

when you admit your first sexual encounter was far from savory, how your ex lover was disgusted by you the moment you got naked. Ace is livid. it almost completely ruins the mood, how angry Ace becomes. how could anyone look at you, naked or not, and ever think the word ugly? Ace is sure your ex lover is blind, if not, he will make sure they are if they cross paths.

when he regains his composure, he turns to you, entirely gentle and tender as he reassures you that he would never react that way and how he already believes you are the most beautiful creature on the planet and how he is dying to see you naked after shamefully imagining it time and time again.

you can’t help but to give in to his rambling desperations. his cute puppy pout. you trust him after all, but also how crushing would it be if he reacts the same? you’re shaky as you remove your shirt, body tensing as you wait for the worst, eyes squeezing shut so you don’t see the disappointed look in his eyes. yet, he offers you silence?

you eventually open your eyes after a painful moment, surprised to see his eyes blown wide with wonder, star struck, jaw nearly to the floor. is that…blood? his hands are reaching out, shaking and visibly desperate to touch you.

“can…can I-? please?”

you hesitantly nod, and his hands are soft against you, at first. the moment he feels how pliant your skin is under his calloused hands, how soft and warm and squishy you feel, there’s no going back for him.

he rids you of the rest of your clothes, with your permission, hands squeezing at every inch of flesh he can get his hands on, earning some surprised yelps and small giggles from you as he explores the uncharted territories of your plump body with utmost excitement.

“so soft, you feel amazing. you - you’re beautiful! so beautiful. thank you, thank you, thank you.” he kisses along your skin, kissing down your calves, the supple meat of your thighs, your tummy, your breasts, every area that was previously insulted by your first lover, is being worshipped wholly by your new. tears fill your eyes, and he leans up to kiss the stray ones that fall down your cheeks.