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2knightt · 1 year

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Hiiii! Can you do the outsiders gang with an s/o who models I feel like that would be interesting :)

↳but i’m into it, i’m into it.₊˚✧

➬ the gang x model!fem!reader

a/n;i love famous reader so much omfg. also, i love using chase atlantic lyrics for my titles. dont chase men, chase atlantic everyone.

Johnny Cade ;

believes that you are the most BEAUTIFUL person to walk the planet.

STRONGLY BELIEVES THAT.

probably thinks you’re too good for him.

PLEASE TELL HIM HE’S ENOUGH FOR YOU.

take him too your shoots and he will be blushing the whole time.

if you wear something that’s flattering to your body shape, he will explode right then and there.

“how do i look? should i fix my hair?”

“you look perfect.”

“you think?”

“…mhm.”

the gang seen you on a magazine cover and started freaking the fuck out.

“HOLY SHIT JOHNNY ISN’T THAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND?”

“WOAHHH!”

“jesus…does she have a sister?”

“guys please stop.”

cuts out your magazine covers/photo shoot pictures and keeps them in his jean jacket pocket.

not in a weird way, just in a way that when he’s sad and you aren’t around he can remind himself on how lucky he can really be.

Dallas Winston ;

oh my god he never shuts up about how he got the hottest model ever.

“yeah she’s pretty n all but, my girlfriends a model so.”

“that’s so cool that your chick is…like that! but mines a model, so, she’s just better.”

buys steals all your magazines/any photo shoot you do.

any guy thats talks about you in way dallas doesn’t like, gets knocked out.

“i’d hit that.”

“yeah?”

“yea—”

dead./j

no but he would pull all his strength in that punch.

the gang thought he kidnapped you because no way in hell a pretty girl like you would go after dallas winston.

“y/n, blink twice if you’re kidnapped.”

“raise your hand if you need help, dude.”

“guys, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

you’re legit, all he thinks about.

he’s so whipped for a model girlfriend, if you asked him to jump he’d ask how high.

genuinely believes you’re an angel, will NOT tell you that to your face though.

Ponyboy Curtis ;

he gets so nervous around you omfg.

his palms be sweating n shit, stuttering and everything.

“he-hey y/n.”

“oh, hey pony!”

uses his favourite photo shoot of yours as a book mark. i can feel it in me bones.

he giggles and kicks his feet when he looks at that bookmark btw

draws you?? i feel like that’s his favourite pass time.

IF HE HAS TO DESCRIBE A STORY IN ENGLISH HE WRITES ABOUT HOW HE MET YOU OMFG AND THE WAY HE’D DESCRIBE YOU IN THE ESSAY??/?!:;&

he’d be so sweet with his words when he talks about you. i cant i love him so much

the gang is lowkey jealous that the youngest one out of all of them pulled a model.

“hey, don’t you model?”

“yeah!”

“what.”

“how did ponyboy get a date with you?”

“…are you guys serious? am i that ugly to you guys?”

Sodapop Curtis ;

POWER COUPLE OH MY GOD I CAN’T.

you guys walking in the street together probably makes people pass out.

literally nobody was shocked that you guys started dating.

the prettiest girl for the prettiest boy, it was bound to happen, c’mon.

he probably got into modeling because of you.

OH MY GOD IMAGINE DOING A PHOTO SHOOT WITH HIM???

he asks for his favourite picture of you two from that shoot to be printed out larger for him so he can hang it in his room.

like dallas, he will punch a guy for you.

“she’s hot.”

“she has a boyfriend.”

“so?”

call 911 cause that guys gonna need it in a minute!

showed steve a picture of you before he introduced you to the gang.

“oh my god soda. why are you dating a literal model?”

“why not?”

“but what else did i expect, you get girls daily.”

Darry Curtis ;

honestly, he couldn’t care less about what you do for work.

if it brings in money, it brings in money.

but the gang sure as hell does!

“YO ISN’T THAT Y/N L/N?!”

“THE MODEL?”

“yeah? how do you guys know her?”

“HOW DO YOU KNOW HER?”

“she’s my girlfriend, soda. that’s why i brought her here.”

“WHAT??”

i’d be lying if i said darry didn’t carry around a head shot of you in his wallet.

he doesn’t brag, but when the chance to talk about you comes, he takes the chance.

“good for her. huh? oh—my girlfriend models. pretty popular.”

when he sees a magazine with you in it for sale, darry snatches it so fast.

compliments you after he seen it.

“i like your most recent shoot, the makeup suits you.”

“you think, darry?”

Steve Randle ;

rocked the whole world when you guys started dating.

DOESN’T SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT YOU.

“that’s so tuff soda, but y/n actually said—”

“nobody cares steve.”

“shut up and let me tell you what MY GIRLFRIEND said.”

STEVE HAS A PICTURE OF YOU TAPPED ON THE INSIDE OF THE TOP OF HIS TOOL BOX.

takes you on dates 24/7 just to show you off.

sometimes he lets go of your hand to see if anyone would flirt with you so he can punch them.

gang thought he held you hostage when you started dating ngl.

“you can do so much better, y/n.”

“dallas, shut the fuck up.”

“i’m just sayin’.”

“i will knock you out.”

Two-bit Matthews ;

HE’S SO WHIPPED FOR YOU IT’S DISGUSTING.

you have him giggling n shit.

his room is filled to the brim with photos of you.

not in a weird way, he just thinks you’re drop dead gorgeous.

tells you cheesy pickup lines, all the time.

“are you from Tennessee? cause you’re the only TEN I SEE! get it?”

would start a fan club for you if you asked nice enough.

introducing you to the gang was earth shattering for them.

“how??”

“what do you mean, ‘how?’”

“how did you pull her?”

“I PULLED HER WITH MY GOOD LOOKS AND CHARM, STEVE.”

“you’re so funny, two-bit.”

“like you falling flat on your fucking face yesterday?”

“YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T TALK ABOUT THAT.”

may 24th, 2023. 11:30PM.

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kmt123whatsthetea · 5 months

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The art of having kids

Fred Weasley x reader x George Weasley

Requested by: @jelloangela

Request gist: “Overstimulation and breeding with the Weasley twins”

A/N: Thanks for the request! When it comes to the twins, magic must be real cause I'm under some sort of horny spell lol. I don't know why this one took me so long, writer's block has me in a choke hold.

T/W: Breeding, Overstimulation, Praise, sweet nicknames (I went for one's different than usual), a teeny bit of nipple play (thought I’d add a warning anyway), no aftercare

The day had been such a drag at the joke shop. Normal customers looking at the same old stock. The twins had been at the till all day just people watching. At around 4pm, a couple came in with a small boy. The boy looked so excited by all the colours and noises that the shop provided. He was giggling and touching everything in his reach. His parents trailed behind him, putting everything back in its designated place.

Normally, customers touching things and putting them down would be one of the worst things a retail worker could come across, but this kid was so adorable. After the small family had left, the twins turned to each other. The shared look only meant one thing, you were in for a rough night.

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You had been upstairs in the flat above the shop preparing dinner for when the twins locked up. At first when you hear them running up the stairs, you thought something bad was happening, like a fire or a howler from Mrs Weasley.

The twins practically burst through the door and pulled you out of the kitchen, directing you towards the bedroom before you could even ask questions. Fred was in front of you pulling you by yours hands while George was behind you pushing you with eager hands on your waist. They often got like this, where they’d just ambush you and start tugging at whatever you were wearing.

Fred sat on the edge of the bed, pulling you to stand between his legs while George trapped you there with his slim body. Fred tugged your jeans down along with your underwear, George pulled your blouse up. Both twins worked towards the same thing, getting you as bare as possible, as quick as possible.

When they achieved their goal of getting you naked, they both watched you the same way a hungry owl would watch a lost baby bunny, just waiting to strike with sharp talons. Fred stood up, pushing you onto the bed in his place. The boys stripped off their suits until they both stood before you in their underwear.

“Isn’t our girl so pretty and perfect, Georgie? She’s gonna make an amazing mother”

Fred’s words caught you off guard a little, but didn't put you off. George sat next to you and tutted at his brother.

“Freddie, you’re gonna scare our pretty girl away. How does it sound, angel? Being a pretty mummy for our babies? We’ll keep you so full of our cum until it takes, until you become so round and swollen. Just think of how perfect you’d look with a swollen tummy all because of us”.

George always had a way of talking you into kinky situations. Fred has always been the one to jump at the chance to try a new kink, whereas George would sit you down and discuss it first. He’d give you those puppy dog eyes that only he could and you’d be nodding, eager to try it. And nothing changed this time around.

You nodded, giving the boys the green light to do whatever they pleased. George's lips connected with your neck while Fred snaked his hands to your thighs, pulling your legs around his hips. Fred moved his tip up and down your slit, bumping it against your clit in an effort to get you wetter. George left marks along the skin of your neck while his hand made its way to rub over your nipples, which were slowly hardening beneath his rough fingers.

When Fred felt you were wet enough, he pushed in. Even when he was balls deep, he didn't stop to let you adjust. Fred had always claimed that you never needed to adjust, because they fucked you on a daily basis.

His thrusts were slow but deep, wanting to keep as much on his cock buried inside of you as he could. His hands gripped your hips, keeping you exactly where he wanted you. George's lips moved along your neck and up to your ear.

“Does he feel good, baby? You like having him deep in that little pussy? I bet you do. We’re gonna take care of you. Can’t have the mother of our children lifting a finger, now can we?”

The thought of the twins getting you pregnant caused a moan to slip past your lips. Both boys knew that they had won you over. They'd keep you bed bound until there was a positive pregnancy test if they had to. Fred’s thrusts slowly got quicker, while his hand moved to rub at your clit. He always did that when he got the chance to fuck you, loving the way your walls squeezed around him.

Fred’s eyes locked onto yours, his breath coming out in groans.

“You wanna cum, pretty baby? Get my cock all nice and wet and I’ll fuck a baby into you”

His fingers got quicker circling your clit, and then it hit you. Your walls squeezed Freds cock as you came. George kept his hand busy with your tits while whispering sweet words in your ear. But Fred didn’t slow down. His thrusts stayed the same rhythm, which eventually led to your moans turning to whines and your legs trying to close around his waist to stop the onslaught of pleasure. Fred held your thighs apart, while George directed your attention onto him with his voice.

“Sweet girl, if you want Freddie to fill you up, you need to stay still. Don't want him to pull out, do you?”

Although the pain was intertwined with the pleasure, you still shook your head at the very thought of him pulling out. Fred kept going, slowly bringing you to the brink again. All it took was another orgasm from you to make his thrusts turn sloppy and his cock pulse. With a low groan, he buried himself deep within your pussy, making sure every last drop of his cum would stay inside of you where it belonged. After catching his breath, he turned to George.

“Get up here, it’s gonna all leak out when I pull out”

George got up from his place next to you to stand beside his brother. As soon as Fred pulled out, George pushed in. Fred sat next to you, trying to gently shush the whimper that threatened to escape your lips. George slowly built up to a quick pace, his eyebrows furrowing at Fred who was rubbing your clit.

“Fred, she can't handle more. I bet in this state, she couldn't even tell us apart”.

George was always the caregiver. While Fred insisted that you could take more, always drawing another orgasm from you, George was the one who would be reluctant to push you. It wasn't that he didn't like seeing you in such a blissed out state or didn't think you could handle an orgasm or two, he didn’t like those little pouts and whimpers when the pleasure morphed with pain.

“Oh come on Georgie, our girl can handle it. She’s not made of glass, she can take it. Can’t you, sweets?”

Even after a couple of orgasms, you weren’t completely in subspace. You nodded at George, hoping to ease his worries.

“Please Georgie, I can take it. I want you to fill me up. Please Georgie?”

How could George ever say no to you?

His thrusts got rougher, desperate to give you what you asked. That building pleasure was quick to release, giving you your third orgasm of the night. George kept thrusting, although somewhat reluctantly. When he felt his own orgasm approaching, his thrusts got more manic. Soon, his cum spurted inside of you, mixing with both your own juices and Fred cum. George slowly pulled out, while Fred picked your underwear up and slipped in back up your legs. He was determined to keep it all inside you.

Even if it didn't take the first time, you could always try again the next night.

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venusandsaturnsrings · 4 months

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Okay lemme just

I have jjk brainrot and lemme just try to categorise my thoughts instead of letting them go !!!!!!!!

GOJO:

-Special grade teaser, this man will have you begging and edging you till you're crying

-def into letting you wear his blindfold, bonus if you're tied up

GETO

Pet play, corruption kink, need i go on- also if going with bottom Geto, def whimpers if you tug on his hair

MEGUMI

Purely basing this on an rp i had with a friend- lactation kink. Absolutely down for 3 somes with his SO + Yuji, we stan a bi king

SUKUNA

Blood kink, marking, anyway he can show off that you're his. Prolly bites you on the darn daily

MAHITO (making this extra long for you <3)

Hear me out- virgin but freaky AF

Watersports, spit, blood, cum, he's down for anything

Def has fantasies about carving his name into his fav human toy (you <3) preferably on the chest for all to see

Wil push you to your limits, prolly sucks at aftercare but can be bribed ibto beibg the best with it jn return for some new games and toys *nudge nudge wink wink*

Bonus-

Geeting double penetrated by Mahito and Foul Legacy Taru <3

IM LISTENING IM HEARING U OUT IM BRAINROTTING WITH U!! i’m crafting up a silly au where everyone lives and no one suffers and everyone gets to be happy and go to uni together and and and… so given that, i’m writing gumi n junpei as over 18!! crazy to think about but in canon time im younger than all of them… fucked up how time works huh… ANYWAYS…

includes: this is just general headcanons building off what you said my dearest + adding a couple of my own thoughts!! has Gojo, Geto, Megumi, Sukuna, Mahito, and Junpei bc he is so special to me <3 i am one of 3 Junpei kinnies on this planet i swear…

i’m not a major Gojo fucker, if anything we have hate sex that is fuelled by pent up arousal and being big time touch starved… but the idea of him using his blindfold on you?? oh dear oh my… it’s both a big step in trust and vulnerability. given that he finds not having his eyes covered to be immensely overwhelming, i imagine there’d be a strong bond between him and his partner to do this. he’s used to seeing you through the way he detects energy, it’s second nature to him, but he’ll never quite get over what it’s like to actually see you with his real eyes. his fingertips are shaking and he can’t seem to look at anything other than your face twisted in pleasure as he denies you your nth release of the day; it’s a carnal satisfaction. he tends to be very mouthy and loud whenever you’re going at it but with you splayed out in front of him like this, your body shielded by absolutely nothing, he’s rather quiet as he takes in every inch of you. it’s a form of depraved worship, in a way, that he feels so compelled to hardly even breathe to appreciate you and only you as much as he possibly can.

i’d be a liar if i said i wasn’t terribly down bad for Geto. long-haired men get me good and he’s no exception… he’s 100% into pet play and corruption you hit the nail on the head!! it’s half a control thing and half a desire to please, he doesn’t feel a lot of power over his life and being able to get some of that from what you two do together his cathartic. he’s partial to cat girls, having a little kitty for him to play with and to kneel at his feet brings him satisfaction like nothing else. Geto is also the best at aftercare!! he’s very tender in how he treats you, already having a nice warm bath and a glass of water ready… anything you need, just ask, he’d give the world to stay by your side as long as he possibly can.

prior to this ask, i’d never actually thought of Megumi before… but, hear me out, going off of his thing of sharing you with Yuji, i think he’s into being cucked. i’m sorry to be the one to say it but to my core i believe this is true and canon… when it’s just the two of you, Gumi has the tendency to get a bit nervous and lost at times so seeing someone he trusts so deeply take the reigns and really work to make you feel good without hesitation gets him going. sometimes he does get a bit jealous of the way Yuji palms at your tits or the way he gets you to squeal so loud but ultimately he knows you’re his. even if Yuji offered to snag you away, you wouldn’t accept because Gumi is the one you want (reassure him from time to time though). plus, after watching so many times, he gains a better grasp on what to do!! i think he also likes letting Yuji instruct him on just how to fuck you proper. <3

Sukuna… you are a man of many wonders and arms. he is absolutely the biggest biter of them all!! will use his normal mouth most of the time but really enjoys using his stomach mouth to nip at your ass when he’s plowing you from behind as the way you yelp in surprise never fails to get him going. he loves that having four arms means he can keep your hips still, choke you, and grope at whatever skin he wants all at the same time; there’s never a part of your body that goes missed. despite his claims of not caring about humans, there’s nothing that he loves more than having you dangle off his arm and getting to touch you in a way nobody else ever could. also, two cocks absolutely. prepare yourself to be stuffed full, he’s partial to having them both balls deep in your pussy.

FREAKY VIRGIN MAHITO IS REAL!! he’s all about experimenting so there’s really nothing he wouldn’t try honestly, it’s more of a challenge to convince him to not do certain things *shivers*… but that does come with a lot of bonuses seeing that he won’t write off anything so it’s free game for you!! odds are he’ll enjoy anything so long as he learns something from it, if it gets him off then even better. he’s naturally most interested in anything that’ll induce pain, emotional or physical, and things that allow him to be in complete control (submitting to a human? fat chance). Depending on how exactly he sees you, and how ooc you’re willing to take, you’re either going to be a good ol fashion pump n dump that he brutally slaughters OR you’ll end up being his forever pet that he won’t let out of his sight for more than fifteen seconds… both are a unique form of suffering but it’s Mahito, so there’s really no white picket fence ending option… regardless, prepare yourself to be used in the grossest ways. he’s got a particular fondness for watersports and anything that results in blood, with a preference for knife play and good ol aggressive biting, simply because he likes seeing you become a filthy depraved mess even when he’s being so cruel. i have a vague concept for a human au but even then he’s a nasty freak with no boundaries!!

adding Junpei onto this because he’s so dear to my heart and also the biggest incel. affection doesn’t come easy to him especially when it’s sexual, he finds being on the receiving end to feel as though it’s only because you pity him. try as you might, convincing him otherwise is going to take some time but he has no problem understanding his own feelings to be true although he’s shy… major panty sniffer alert, he’s too scared to actually try anything with you but he’s got his needs!! stealing a cute white cotton pair from your hamper is the next best thing to him and he’ll spend the next week with them pressed to his face whenever he’s alone, dick rutting into his hand messily. it’s subconscious but he also has a habit of stalking you around a little bit when he’s too nervous to actually talk to you but he swears it’s an accident!! he didn’t mean to learn your whole schedule it’s just that he sees you doing certain things more often!! he’s supposed to be on the other side of the city at that time for work?? you’re delusional, he was just… sent there for some sort of project, nothing weird at all he’d never!! huge whiner btw, babbles a lot when he’s finally fucking you.

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ziseviolet · 8 months

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Qipao/Cheongsam Taobao Shop Recs

A while ago I received a direct message asking for recs on where to buy qipao/cheongsam, and I figured I’d make a post for others who’d also be interested.

First of all - I think qipao should be tried on and bought in-person if at all possible, since having the right fit is important - especially if it’s for a formal occasion like a wedding. However, since that’s often not possible, I’ve compiled a list of online shop recs, mainly for more casual occasions.

Since English-language online qipao shops are plentiful and easy to find, I’ll be focusing this list on Taobao shops only. Please note that these are my personal recs, based on my own aesthetic preferences. Thus most of the recs are for shops focused on retro-inspired, minguo-style qipao made using the traditional 平裁/pingcai (flat tailoring) method. Also, I have not actually purchased qipao from any of these shops (all my qipao were bought in person) - this is based mainly on how appealing I find the designs.

1. 嬉姷/Xi You - Elegant qipao modelled closely on historical designs, mainly from the Republican era/minguo. Careful attention paid to historical details. My favorite qipao shop to browse for fun:

2. 海上芳时/Shanghai Fancy - Specializes in chic minguo-style designs of the 1920s-1940s. Recently came out with a neat art deco-inspired collection:

3. 唐之语/Tang Zhi Yu - Retro-style qipao in a variety of bold prints, with a focus on the form-fitting designs of the 1950s-1960s, including those from the film “In the Mood for Love”:

4. 繁莳/Fancy Dream - Dreamy, delicate retro-inspired qipao and modified qipao. Also has a nice selection of winter majia (vests):

5. Top Ulara - A large selection of classic, retro-style qipao with a hint of glamour. Offers lots of long/thick/layered qipao suitable for colder weather:

6. 梦回故里/Menghui Guli - Nostalgic, conservative retro-style qipao for all seasons. Old-fashioned in a good way:

7. 柳园旗袍/Liuyuan Qipao - Retro-style qipao with bold and interesting prints, in styles from the 1910s to the 1960s. The shop currently doesn’t show any products, but hopefully it’ll restock soon:

8. 限时赏味/Xianshi Shangwei - Streamlined, retro-style qipao in subtle colors and prints that exemplify understated elegance:

9. 茉茉/Momo - Tons of options for simple, cute, and casual retro-style qipao suitable for daily wear. Designs tend towards monochromes and all-over prints. Another review/rec here:

10. 珞珞如石/RoseEra - Simple yet elegant retro-style and contemporary qipao. I love the shop’s use of sheer fabrics & layering in its designs:

11. 向南飞FLY - Offers a selection of casually stylish retro-style qipao and modified qipao for daily chic:

12. 川黛/Chuan Dai - Soft, feminine, pastel-infused qipao & modified qipao in retro-inspired and contemporary styles:

13. 四斤自制/Sijin Studio - Creative, avant-garde takes on (modified) qipao & qipao-inspired outfits:

14. 密扇/Mukzin - Colorful, playful, and irreverent modified qipao and qipao-inspired outfits. There’s also an English website here:

If you like the above qipao but still want an English website, there are several Taobao resellers that carry similar designs - for example, Beth and Brian Qipao.

Finally, when it comes to in-person shops, I want to highlight Xiangjiang Silk Co., a relatively new boutique in New York City specializing in actual vintage 1950s-1960s qipao. There’s an article here on the boutique and its founder Heather Guo (who was featured in Vogue). Store visits are appointment-only, so you’ll have to reach out to Heather via her social media if you want to drop by.

If anyone has reviews of the above shops and/or more qipao shop recs, please share! ^^

Bonus: I also have online shop recs for hanfu (1, 2), modified hanfu/hanyuansu (1, 2), hanfu accessories, weimao, and hair accessories.

#qipao #cheongsam #modified qipao #recs #taobao #hanfu #modified hanfu #hanyuansu #>100 #chinese fashion #chinese clothing #china

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jeonqkooks · 1 year

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isn't it romantic? | myg (01)

ENTRY ONE: Me Before You

⟶ SERIES MASTERPOST

Many things in life have a polar opposite: left and right, night and day, yin and yang, you and Min Yoongi... Hopeless romantic meets gloomy cynic. The only thing you seem to share is a magazine column but even then, you still can’t seem to understand how Yoongi can be called ‘The Love Doctor’ when he is the antithesis of everything love represents.

pairing: yoongi x f!reader; side/past taehyung x f!reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni)

genre/warnings: coworkers to lovers, magazine writers au, fluff, angst, eventual smut; central themes of cheating (not between yoongi and oc), swearing (a staple in this household 😗), one bit is a lilllll suggestive?, mentions of drinking, i think that's it hmmm, barely edited bc u know how we do

word count: 5.1k

note: this is the yoongi brainrot speaking !!! the banner for this entry is one of my all time favorite pics of him and i will find a way to use it in everything !!! but erhm yeah iir is officially starting and i'm very curious to see what y'all think about it 😗 please like it haha jk no i'm serious please like it it's my baby

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

I waste my breath on a prayer, you don't care, I was never a part of your plan, You can't make a God of somebody, Who's not even half of a half-decent man.

I Burned LA Down - Noah Cyrus

Half your life, you hated blue.

You often associated it with so many bad things - loss, betrayal, loneliness. The great big storm. The end of life.

Most of the pigtails-wearing girls in your class disliked it because it was often a boy’s color. You hated it because of a stranger on a beach.

Then you discovered Blue Side (as ironic as the name was), the magazine that everybody and their mother was reading. There was this column - the Love Maze (as corny as it sounded) - that had your 15-year-old self hooked from the first article you read, “Flirty Pickup Lines to Text Your Crush”. It gave you a nice little distraction from the reality of your fucked up family.

You’d get home from school and dive right into it. You could count on the maze for a new article every day, covering all kinds of things - cute little quizzes, daily love horoscopes, relationship tidbits…

You started reading it religiously because it was stupid, and fun, but it was more than that too. They covered real-life stories of actual people, which you’d never really thought about. For the most part, it was tedious. Rekindling with an old flame whilst grocery shopping, accidentally spilling coffee on a stranger who then asked you out on the spot, etc. Things like that. You found them so… unremarkable.

But then it went beyond that, when they told their stories looking back on years and years after that first happenstance. How there was love in the mundane. How there was love every single day, even on the bad ones. How there was a spark that two people cared for and nurtured into a warm fire that never burnt out.

How there was love.

How there was always love.

To you, that was magical. It was something you’d only ever heard about in fairytales when you were a kid.

You still remember the exact moment when it all changed for you.

You met Kim Taehyung during your third week at Blue Side, where you were a wide-eyed assistant editor who somehow wiggled her way into a position there, and he was an effortlessly charming graphic designer.

Admittedly, the first time that you two had ever talked, wasn’t under ideal circumstances. You were tucked away behind the office building, nails digging into your palms at 3PM on a sunny but freezing afternoon, willing your tears to stay where they belonged. You’d felt severely underqualified, like you were only flailing about, trying to keep your head above water but something kept pulling at your feet, not stopping until you were at the very bottom. People always talked about how your early 20s were the most beautiful and freeing years, when you could truly live and feel your youth blossom all around you. But that just wasn’t true. Those were the loneliest years of your life.

Taehyung had found you then, while he was out for a quick smoke break. He could’ve made a lame excuse and left, or simply pretended to not notice you were even there, but he stayed. He approached you and asked what was wrong. He offered you words of reassurance and encouragement even though you were nothing but a stranger to him.

You were touched by his simple act of kindness and his endearing smile. Maybe it’s because you’d never been offered much kindness throughout your life that his small gesture seemed like everything. In a way, it was everything. He looked like the kind of fairytale love that you’d only seen in movies, only read about in Love Maze. To this day, a part of you still thinks that you fell in love with him the very second he asked, “Are you okay?”

The timing felt right.

Taehyung felt right.

He, too, was like the sun in the middle of a cold and isolating winter.

You remember the color of his sweater, and it was then that you realized blue didn’t have to be so bad after all.

[15:39] You: what r u doing tonight?

[15:45] Tae ♡: probably just head home after the gym. play a couple matches with Jungkook. hope i don’t die boiling water for ramen and hit the hay early

[15:46] Tae ♡: miss you :(

[15:49] You: thanks

[15:52] Tae ♡: mean

[15:53] You: lol 😇

[15:54] You: i miss you too <3

[15:56] Tae ♡: can’t you come back earlier?

[15:58] You: there’s only a week left. you’re a big boy, u can handle it :)

That was a lie. You were already on the train when you sent him that text, bouncing your leg all the way back to the city at the mere thought of surprising him with your early return. You’d taken a leave from work to visit your family, spent some time somewhere quieter, away from the hustle and bustle of the big city.

You watch as the scenery passes by, fast-paced like you’re in a montage. The rest of forever is right around the corner. You wish you could skip to your happily ever after and not have to rewind the tape ever again.

When the diamond on your ring finger catches the sunlight coming from outside the window, you allow yourself a blissful sigh as you gaze at the jewelry adorning your hand. But if you’re being honest, it doesn’t fit anymore, at least that’s what you’ve noticed over the past month. It’s a little loose now, not quite noticeable but you can still make out the slight difference if you concentrate hard enough. You should get it resized soon, maybe later this week now that your schedule has cleared up earlier than expected.

Three weeks is a lot of time to spend around only your family, you realize. You thought you could do it - seeing that you hadn’t been back in a while - but the second you stepped foot into your childhood home, you remembered what a dysfunctional household you had.

It was nice while it lasted, which wasn’t very long. You did all you could, bit your tongue and tried to suppress that unresolved anger until it eventually became too much to handle. Your mom has always been a complainer. Nobody likes talking about it, but she’d bring up the same old shit almost every day even though you all know what happened. Your dad would just sit there and listen as she berates him in front of you and your sister, and you suppose he keeps quiet because there’s really nothing to be said in his defense. It was his crime, and this is his punishment.

Sometimes, you wonder why dad still stays. Sometimes, you wonder why mom still lets him.

You just wanted to go, even though this was supposed to be home. You want to leave every time you visit, and it’s a haunting feeling that keeps following you around your whole life. Why is home always a place you want to leave?

When you arrived back in the city, the first place you went to was Taehyung’s apartment. You lounged about, enjoying the much needed silence after two whole weeks with your family, killing time as you waited for your fiance to return from work.

You thought about you and Taehyung, and how your wedding was only months away but this was still his place. You wondered why you hadn’t moved in yet, though it wasn’t for a lack of trying on his part. Even though you spent most days of the week at Taehyung’s, you still had your own place.

Twenty minutes before he was usually supposed to come home, you ordered from his favorite restaurant, so he would have a proper meal once he was back, instead of half-assing his dinner with flavorless ramen like he’d planned.

But Taehyung didn’t come back, and the food has been cold for hours now.

You glance at your phone again.

11:02 PM.

No new notifications.

The last message you sent him was around 8:30 - just a simple Whatcha doing? - but he hasn’t replied.

There’s a small part of you that goes into a dark place, and you physically have to shake off the thoughts. Taehyung has never given you a reason not to trust him, but still, the wandering thoughts can’t help themselves. Is it insecurity, or paranoia? Or have you been programmed to be skeptical after everything that’s happened?

Maybe he’s just caught up with work. Maybe the guys at the office had last minute plans. Maybe Jungkook showed up unannounced and dragged Taehyung into one of his shenanigans again. There’s a lot of reasons to explain why he isn’t home when he said he would be.

You wait for him. Sometimes, waiting is all you can do.

You don’t get any indication of life until some time after midnight, when the door opens and you hear him stumble into the hallway. The first thing that escapes you is a sigh of relief - relieved that he’s home, safe and sound, and not out there somewhere doing things you would really not even let yourself imagine. You sit there on the couch, shrouded by darkness, now even more committed to making him squeal out of his skin after (unintentionally) making you wait for hours like that.

You carefully listen to the sounds coming from down the hall, trying to time when you’ll jump up and shock him.

There’s his shoes dropping to the floor carelessly. There’s some shuffling as he moves about, navigating his way through the dark. There’s a light thud, the sound of something hitting the wall softly.

A sharp intake of breath. His familiar groan, muffled. A whimper, feminine.

Your mind instantly blanks, and that nervous breath from before has suddenly found its way back into your lungs, growing in size until you stand up and say, “Tae?”

Somebody shrieks, and it’s neither you nor Taehyung.

When he switches on the lights, you don’t know what to focus on first - your fiance with his shirt unbuttoned, red lipstick smudged around the corners of his mouth; or the woman next to him with her back against the wall, hair disheveled, one strap of her pretty blue dress pulled down.

Huh.

If this was what you wanted, then you suppose you succeeded.

Taehyung stares at you, eyes blown wide, mouth opening and closing dumbly as he searches for words. “Y/N, I-” he stutters, “w-what are you doing here?”

You’ve seen this exact moment in movies, read it in books and online posts on the Blue Side forum from people seeking advice. You witnessed your own mother go through it when you had just learned how to read.

Your nails dig into the palm of your hands as you steady yourself. You’re not sure what your face is showing, if it’s even showing anything at all. You’re being pulled apart in every direction. Things that you felt as a child are things you never wanted to feel as an adult. It’s not until now that you finally understand why mom hasn’t gotten over it, even though it’s been decades. This is the kind of hurt that chases you wherever you go, never relenting until it makes sure it has a home deep within your bones.

You inhale a shaky breath, and take a step back when Taehyung starts approaching you. “Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he says, his voice cracking on the apology.

You don’t want to hear any of it. You don’t want to be here anymore. For the second time today, you’re leaving home. For the second time in your life, home is being taken away again.

Somewhere in the back of your head, a tiny voice echoes, There it is.

You run out of there, feeling like the ceiling is going to collapse on you. You hear him call out your name, but his voice drifts further and further away as you move. Taehyung isn’t even following you. The faint scent of whiskey on his breath follows you out, but not him.

You keep moving until you’re out on the street, until you can’t even see the building anymore. You shiver from the chilly air, and the influx of emotions that threatens to make you burst. Lightning cuts across the night sky, flashing bright for a split second before everything dulls into darkness again. The forecast said it was going to rain tonight, you recall. Your phone in your bag vibrates the whole time, but still, no one follows you.

Your feet slow to a halt when the first drop of rain hits the ground. You’re not even sure how long you were walking, but now that you’ve stopped, you notice the shiver is gone. You’re standing completely still, and that those seismic waves in the center of your chest from earlier are nowhere to be found.

Oh. You’re doing it again.

Heavier drops start to dampen the earth.

You don’t know where else to go.

Not your own apartment. Not now. No, it’s too empty there.

Maybe it’s a sign from the universe, that you’re just undeserving of a place to belong.

You open your phone to find his name on your screen, next to the words (7) missed calls. You ring up the only person you can, and when she finally picks up, you say, “Can I come over?”

Even when your voice cracks, you don’t cry. The earthquake never comes.

Sohee takes you in like the good friend she is. You’re grateful that she was someone you could count on to always have your back at work, who then turned into one of your best friends outside of the office too.

She gives you some clothes to change into, and doesn’t question anything when you ask if you could spend the night. Though, you have a feeling that she knows who this is about. She leaves you alone to get some rest, but it’s probably because she has work in the morning too, and it was already 1:30AM when you interrupted her peace and quiet with the call.

You don’t sleep a wink that night.

Instead, you think about your mom, and how she must have felt when she found out about your dad’s infidelity, time and time again. It’s true what they say, children really don’t know a lot about their parents.

How did she feel when she first found out? You can’t imagine what it must have been like, going through all of that while having two kids to think about too.

You feel bad that just yesterday, you’d been so annoyed with her that you cut your trip short.

Outside Sohee’s windows, the sky cries, like it’s grieving in place of you, its tears drowning the earth in waves of sorrow. For a moment, you consider stepping out there, to feel the rain on your face and in your hair. But in the end, you stay inside, where you’re sheltered and dry.

You don’t realize that the sun has risen until Sohee knocks on your - well, her - door.

She cracks it open gently. “Babe?” she asks, tentative like you’re a cornered animal, ready to bolt at any given moment. “Are you up?”

You lie in her bed, feeling so foreign in your own skin. You reckon your eyes must be bloodshot from the lack of sleep. You haven’t even cried once.

“I’m alive,” you tell her, as you stare up at the ceiling. There are no stars here, just plain cream-colored paint.

“Okay,” you hear her say, then she pauses for a moment, clearly not knowing how to proceed.

Sohee approaches you, sits on the bed, and gives you a smile. She pats your hair, and it reminds you of your sister. “You wanna tell me what’s wrong? I have some time before I meet Namjoon for breakfast.”

You sit up, reaching for your phone on the bedside table. It’s been switched off since you got here, and when you turn it back on, a flurry of texts light up the device until the screen lags. Messages from Taehyung, asking where you were, begging you to tell him if you were safe.

You open the texts to show him that you’ve read them. That should be enough of an answer.

You test the words in your mouth for a moment. “Taehyung cheated on me,” you say, thinking that if you verbalize it, it would be real and you would finally feel bad. That it was just a delayed reaction, that you were just too in shock to process anything. You want to feel bad, but it doesn’t work.

Sohee’s eyes widen almost comically. “Are you fucking serious?” she asks in disbelief, half because of the nature of the news itself, and half because of how calm you are.

“He cheated on me,” you repeat and still, nothing surfaces. If anything, it backfires. You can physically feel yourself doing it again - shutting down. “I caught him last night.”

You’re not sure what’s wrong with you. This isn’t a normal person’s reaction after they found out their fiance was cheating on them.

But.

It is a you reaction.

You keep doing this, even when you don’t mean to. You ran away last night, and you’re running away now. Your body shuts out every negative emotion until you feel nothing at all. It’s stupid that you do this, and it’s stupid that you don’t know how to stop doing it.

Fight or flight, and you choose flight every time. Every single fucking time.

You wish you could give Sohee something, anything would do. Scream, cry, go back to your apartment to set fire to all of Taehyung’s belongings. Anything would be better than this complete lack of emotions you’re showing.

You watch her face as it happens, things that you should be feeling but aren’t. She’s mostly shocked, angry, but not hurt. How could she? She wasn’t the one being played for a fool. You wish you could ask her to give you some of that anger, even if it’s only a fraction.

You don’t see Taehyung again until two days later, when he shows up at your door. Even when he’s standing in front of you, words spilling from his lips like prayers instead of apologies, you just feel… empty.

You let him inside, and the second that the door closes behind him, you fill up with unease. All your walls are up again, your system on high alert. Everything in your body is telling you that there’s an intruder in your space. Your feet are ready to bolt, just itching to get out of there Go, your head says, you’re not safe here.

Taehyung approaches you, tries to hold your hand, but you just shrug him off. The man in front of you visibly deflates, and despite the way his face falls, you don’t soften.

The first thing he asks you is, “Why didn’t you cry?”

“What?”

“You don’t look like you’ve been crying,” he points out. “Did you cry?”

Reluctantly, you admit, “No.”

Then he just stares at you. When his judgmental gaze holds yours, you feel guilty. Guilty that you’re not mourning the death of this relationship. Guilty that you’re just letting it go, but the truth is you don’t have any fight in you. You don’t see the point in trying to salvage what’s no longer alive.

“Do you even love me?” His voice is hard when he asks this, like he’s trying to keep his anger at bay.

“Of course I love you,” you say, but it lacks conviction. You both know it. The words sound so flaccid coming out of your mouth.

But you love him.

You do.

Did?

“Then why didn’t you cry?”

How do you tell him that you can’t? That you don’t know how?

How do you tell him that if you could, you would reach inside and claw out your feelings like digging for water in a desert.

What the hell is wrong with you? This isn’t a high school crush, or a casual summer fling.

You two were supposed to get married, for fuck’s sake. You were supposed to spend the rest of your life with him. If there’s anything that could make you break through those godforsaken defense mechanisms to let the hurt in, it should be this.

“Did you kiss someone else just to see if I would cry?” you ask. Your voice is even, and you can see that it makes Taehyung more frustrated than he already is.

He grits his teeth, exhaling. You notice his blue sweater, and you stop him before he can say anything else. Obviously, it looks a lot more worn than it did back then, but over the years you’ve always found it endearing. It’s the first memory that you have of him. It was always something you could cherish.

Now, you can’t even bear to look at it.

It’s then that you realize it doesn’t matter what answer he gives you. Yes? No? It genuinely doesn’t matter. There is nothing that can make you see him the same way ever again.

You run your thumb over the ring on your finger, twisting it for a moment to memorize the feel of it. It’s the last thing that ties you to him. “You can have this back,” you say, handing the piece of jewelry back to him.

When a relationship ends, especially for a reason like this, people tend to think it’ll go down in a kdrama-esque fashion - crying, slapping, throwing water in the other person’s face. But that’s not what this is. It’s not cathartic; sometimes the end of a relationship is just a fizzle, doesn’t even make it to a fullburn. It might be unsatisfying, but it happens every day. It’s not always a pivotal point; sometimes it’s just a point.

Taehyung stares at the object in his palm. “That’s it?” he asks in disbelief. “We’re breaking up?”

“What else is there to do?”

“You’re not even gonna ask me anything? Who she was, how it started, how long it’s been going on?”

The other morning, Sohee had asked you to elaborate after you told her what happened, but there was just not that much to tell. You were there. He brought someone else home. End of story.

It was enough for Sohee to call him every name in the book and curse his entire bloodline though.

You suppose that’s a reasonable reaction. Taehyung cheated. You never thought he was a person capable of doing that. Three years of your life, down the drain. There’s nothing left to save.

“Okay,” you shrug tiredly, like you’re just having a casual and dull conversation about the weather. “Who was she? How did it start? How long has it been going on?”

Your name comes out of his mouth, sounding like a scoff. “Ask it like you mean it.”

“But I don’t mean it,” you say. “What difference does it make? Knowing doesn’t change the fact that you still cheated on me. You know what I’ve been through and you still fucked it up. You did the worst thing you could ever do to me.”

“Fuck, I know that!” he groans, throwing his hands up. “I messed up badly, and I’m sorry. Y/N, I’m so fucking sorry. I will never deny that what I did wasn’t wrong. But have you ever stopped to think that maybe you’re to blame for this too? You never want to admit that it could be your fault too.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You tell me. I keep having to put up with your baggage.” Then he shuts right up, barely even makes it through the last syllable before he’s squeezing his eyes shut for a second, clearly realizing that out of all the things he could’ve said, that was grossly out of line. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean th-”

And now you’re getting angry for the wrong reasons.

“You cheated but somehow it’s my fault, right?” you snap. “Boohoo. Sorry that you’ve had to put up with me all these years. I’m such a burden, right? Fuck you, Taehyung.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“I think you should leave.”

You think it’s the steel in your voice as you say this that makes him stop arguing.

He holds your gaze for a moment longer. You’re someone who tears up when you see stray dogs, who cries alongside the fictional characters in your favorite show. And yet, as you watch your own fiance leave…

The door clicks shut as he exits your life, but everything he said stays behind, clings to your walls and festers like mold.

The second you step onto the floor, everyone grows quiet. Lively chatter turns into hushed whispers. People go back to making their morning coffee, side-eyeing each other in a way that’s not meant to be very subtle.

You quietly make your way to your desk, all the while feeling the nosy pairs of eyes on you as you walk. You don’t know how word got out, but you were sure that everyone would know eventually. You just didn’t expect it’d be this soon. Sohee would never do that to you, and you highly doubt that Taehyung would go around broadcasting his infidelity.

As you set your stuff down, you make eye contact with the new intern who sits a few spots away from you. You haven’t had the chance to talk to her much, but she’s a nice girl. She gives you a small smile in greeting, and even though you know she doesn’t mean to pity you, you can still see it in her eyes.

A minute later, Sohee comes up to you. “Hey, babe,” she says, leaning on your desk with two plastic cups in her hands. One iced latte and one mango smoothie. She puts the yellow-colored beverage down and nudges it toward you, a little lackluster and unlike her usual playful self.

“Thanks,” you say, taking the smoothie with a smile, commenting, “Interesting morning so far. Never thought I’d ever be the subject of office gossip.”

“Yeah, about that. Do you know who was Taehyung’s… uhm… y’know?”

It’s okay. She can say it. You can handle it.

You already feel nothing, and there’s nothing you can even do to rectify it. Might as well lean into it, right?

Or maybe you should just go to therapy.

“No,” you tell her. “I didn’t want to know.”

“Well, uhm, now that the whole office knows, I think you should hear this from me first…” Sohee bites her bottom lip as she gauges your reaction. When you only sigh and give her the go-ahead, she continues, “It was Yura from Marketing.”

“What?”

“Yura from Marketing. You know the one. Brought muffins for the whole office on her first day? A little too bubbly for my taste. But yeah, she was at work the other day and suddenly burst into tears at, like, 10AM, and that’s how everybody found out.”

Of course. Even though people here are surrounded by celebrity gossip on the daily, nothing beats the good old-fashioned office affair. Why bother with celebrity gossip when you have front row seats to live drama unfolding ten feet away?

You take a sip of your smoothie, swallowing down the inkling of irritation that tickles the back of your throat. “Well,” you say, “I’m glad the downfall of my relationship is like a circus animal for them to gawk at. Can’t wait until they move onto the next big thing.”

“Honestly, it might blow over sooner than you think. The Love Doctor is back today.”

“What?” Your ears perk up at the mention of his name, glancing up at her in surprise as you put your drink down. “Doesn’t he work at the Paris office?”

“He used to work here. We joined around the same time. Then he transferred to Paris a few years ago. Nobody even knows why. One day he just upped and left.”

“Why didn’t you tell me he’d be here? I didn’t have time t-”

“Calm down, sweetcheeks, I only just found out,” Sohee chuckles, holding a finger against your mouth to shush you. “We all know you used to have a major lady boner for him.”

“I do not.” You don’t even know what he looks like, just his name when it appears in the byline of an article. “I admire him.”

Which is true, you do admire him. He’s your own version of a freaking rockstar. Though, you have to admit that Love Doctor is a huge cliche of a nickname, and significantly reduces the scope of his brilliance. The way that man writes makes it seem like he’s experienced lifetimes and is now here to pass on his wisdom.

He doesn’t feel like a mere magazine writer like yourself. There’s something in his words that turns you inside out, makes you experience things that you’ve never even gone through. He flows like poetry, and leaves you stunned every time.

Okay, maybe you do have a lady boner, but for his brain.

Which… is probably something you should never say out loud.

Someone walks in then, a man you’ve never seen before. He looks around your age, if not a couple of years older. He bypasses all of the other desks without saying anything, not a single Hi or Good morning. He doesn’t look like the type to speak if not spoken to.

Then he walks over to where you and Sohee sit, and sets his bag on the empty desk next to yours.

You look at Sohee, and she just shrugs.

It can’t be him. Surely, it’s not…?

“Min Yoongi,” she says in greeting.

Oh, it is.

He spares her a nod before he looks away again. “Sohee.”

Is that the Parisian way? Is that how people normally greet someone they haven’t seen in years? Sohee and him were only colleagues, but still, the least you could do is pretend.

You’re not one to judge a book by its cover, but c’mon, seriously? Were you wrong for expecting the person who writes about love in its most raw and beautiful form to look… not like Grumpy Cat personified? It makes you even more fucking intimidated. And he’s going to be sitting next to you? The fuck?

As he sits down, you blink, still a bit dazed, not sure how to process this. Sohee gently pushes you forward, which makes you nearly stumble right into him. You turn to her with a glare, but she just motions to him, mouthing ‘Go on.’

You clear your throat, wiping your hand on your pants before you hold it out. “Hi, I’m Y/N. It’s so nice to finally meet you,” you say, trying to sound as professional as you can. “I’m really looking forward to working with you.”

He glances at you, and reaches out to meet your outstretched hand in a barely-there handshake. “Yoongi.”

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can I request an ig blurb, fc is Claudia Tihan and it's like scandalous girlfriend type. thank you!

yes of course anon 🫶 enjoy! this is def a little different from what i normally write so hope u like it! let me know what you think 💕

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yourinstagram blue bubblegum twisted ‘round your tongue

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harrystyles Scubadubadububoo or whatever that guy said in that one song.

harryfan oh i get the song now

madisonbeer goddess.

yourinstagram 🖤

harryfan2 🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮

harryfan1 am i the only one who doesn’t like her? idk she’s always showing off on ig and it rubs me the wrong way. none of his exes were like that

harryfan3 girl olivia walked out wearing his merch every other day 😭 get serious

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yourinstagram me by H for pleasing

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harrystan OHHHH WHAT ARE THEY UP TO

harry_lambert Beautiful picnic angel. Thank you for bringing the vision to life x

kendalljenner hi. marry me please.

emrata ur insane. ilysm

harryfan1 oh be serious

harryfan7 Yikes!

harryfan8 h has got to be sick of her constant showing off by now

harryfan10 there’s a reason why he only liked and didn’t comment 👀

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pleasing Timeless delicates for everyday and bedroom wear. Coming soon.

Find Your Pleasing.

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yourinstagram 🎀🦢💕🧺

harrystan GIRL PLEASING LINGERIE?

harryfan777 designing lingerie for ur lifestyle brand and putting ur girlfriend in it. harry u are sick in the head!

harrygirl Harry are you willing to fight for your girl bc like…

harryfan4 i know she’ll do anything for attention but did she really have to drag harry and pleasing into it too

harryfan5 this is… not the move

harryfan6 why does she feel the need to insert herself into everything he does like WE GET IT

harryfan8 pleasing is now so far from what it was originally meant to be and it’s sad. i know he didn’t want to do this & she forced him to bc she’s desperate for the recognition. it’s so obvious

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dailymail Y/N L/N shares new unseens from a risqué photoshoot for boyfriend Harry Styles’ brand, Pleasing. This comes a day after the influencer and model stirred up controversy after it was announced that she would be the face of the brand’s latest venture: a lingerie line. Fans have previously expressed frustration with her tendency to bare it all on social media, a sharp contrast from Styles’ minimal online presence, and this may be their final straw. Are we sick of hearing all the details about their Late Night Talking? ⭐️🛌

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harryfan8 you know it’s bad when even daily mail isn’t on your side

harryfan5 i never thought i’d say this but daily mail is right

harryfan11 do y’all truly have nothing better to do than to be bitter and tear down a fellow woman for no apparent reason

karen123 So sad that this is the state of our society now. Scared for the future generations.

harrygirl BFFR

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kaiagerber she said what needed to be said!

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horny-winchesters · 2 years

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What the Winchester Brothers are like in bed.

(A/N: this is just my opinion and evaluation of their character and sex scenes in the show. please let me know what you think!)

Warnings: SMUT (duh), bdsm, dom/sub, filth lol

Dean Winchester

* MOST SUBBY SUBMISSIVE BRAT WHO EVER LIVED!!!

* He’s also a fan of just normal sex with no type of power play/equal power play. But still. Sub. Dean.

* Such a motherfucking tease it’s not even funny why the heck-

* Straight up gets a boner when you scold him for being so horny.

* Yeah literally so thirsty 25/8 it’s sad.

* You’ll be on ur computer and he’ll start whispering dirty things into your ear.

* He wants to be ruined by you, tied up, choked, spanked. Buuut he is a brat and a bit of a pillow prince. 👑

* You’re dominating him but HE IS IN CONTROL. Dean tells you what to do and he gets it. He’s only obedient if you are.

* “Choke me harder. Faster, bitch. Do I look like glass? Break me.”

* Honestly, being tied up and at your mercy is one of the sexiest things he could possibly think of.

* MARK THAT BITCH. There’s nothing more that would make Dean feel superior to everyone than having your love bites all over his body. Maybe just above his shirt collar so everyone can see. It tells them that he belongs to someone and he finds it super fucking sexy.

* Boasts about his sex life to literally everyone and their mother and honestly its creepy.

* Goes on about how he gets away with being bratty but then u double cross him by forcing him to wear a vibrator while on a case…shit.

* SEXY RULES ENTHUSIAST!!!!

* Give him a bunch of rules to obey in your daily life and if he breaks one, punish him.

* An massive fetish for boobs and god damn does he love a motorboat.

* I think he’d really enjoy you in high heels and looking like a badass.

* And it’s not just in the bedroom he loves your dominance, Dean soooooo has a thing for you bossing him around whilst on a case or literally anywhere.

* Honestly after sex, even though Dean is the one getting used lmao, he always cleans you up nice. He wouldn’t do it for just any girl though. So you’re definitely special.

* Dean is soooo misunderstood by a lot of girls. Yeah he’s in it for the good sex but really just wants someone to take care of him. To be in charge and to protect him for a change.

* In conclusion Dean Winchester horny baby.

Sam Winchester

* Sam is mostly Vanilla, but if it had to be one, I’d say he’s more on the dominant side.

* He enjoys both slow, sweet sex and rough as fuck sex. Though he prefers rough. If you’re okay with it though.

* PASSIONATE AS HECK.

* He’ll choke you and pin you down, all because you asked. But Sam will be so careful with you, always asking if you’re alright.

* Very scared that he might hurt you while being dominant.

* This man likes to BITE. Yes, bite. So be prepared to have to cover up a looooot of hickeys.

* He uses his mouth. Both ways. He’ll not only go down on you like a good boy but he’ll also whisper the dirtiest things in your ear when he’s really in the mood.

* “Fuck, just like that, baby. I want my cock inside you right now. You would want that, huh?”

* Super romantic type so he’d set up candles and flower petals and all of that cheesy stuff to please you and make the experience as pleasant as possible, especially if it’s your first time.

* Sam likes to edge you for hours; your pleasure is his pleasure and edging is just amazing and your moans would be music to his ears, and enough to make him come untouched.

* He wants to make you feel so safe and loved during sex, so he loves the fact that he’s so tall and muscular so it’s almost like he’s protecting you.

* Definitely prefers missionary/being on top of you but wouldn’t object to other positions you wanted to try.

* Will let you dominate him because he thinks it’s cute. How you’re this tiny girl in comparison to him and you telling him what to do just makes him fall in love with you even more.

* If you try and come onto him during a case though, he’ll make sure to tell you off. Angry sex is the result.

* Overall Sam is the cutest bean but also the roughest man ever. He’s just so passionate and loving I need a Sam in my life.

(A/N: Thank you all for reading 🥹 this was my first post so I hope you like it 😊)

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whatsk-poppinhomies · 11 months

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Pairing : Yandere!Yang Jeongin x F!Reader TW : jeongin redemption sort of but at what cost? ; mention of readers s**c*d* attempt ; reader depression ; Jeongin doing his best ; it's still really angsty ; reader has very valid trust issues ; fluff ending though because Jeongin never gets any fluff ; Word Count : 3.1K Request : @slayhyunjin @neteyamsmate4life and the one anon who was in my inbox... Part 2 for Pins and Needles!! A/N : THIS ONE TOOK A TURN FOR THE BETTER! YAYYYY!!!

“Good morning, beautiful…” Jeongin whispered, his words slightly slurred by his yawn as he stretched his arms above his head. “You’re making breakfast?” He questioned, walking over to where you stood at the stove, trying not to pay too much attention to the way you flinched away from him, your movements went from fluid to almost robotic. “Did you sleep well?”

“Do you care?” You mumbled back, taking a shaky breath as you flipped the omelet in the pan. Jeongin couldn’t help but appreciate just how perfectly you did it too, there was no residue on the side, none had splattered over the edge, you had gotten it to land right in the center. “Please don’t pretend just because you found me like that. It’s the first time and the last time I’d let you see me that way.”

“I hope it was the first and the last time you’d try to do something like that in general.” He snipped, but immediately clenched his teeth. You were annoyed with him, and reflecting on the way he had been made it very clear that he deserved everything you might want to do or say to him. “I do care though… I want you to sleep well… A good sleep is important for your health.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing a plate from the cabinet and sliding the omelet to the center before placing the bacon on the side. “You can eat now.” You said flatly, setting the plate down at his spot and then grabbing his drink. “I’m gonna take a shower and-”

“D-Don’t… Don’t lock the door…” He blurted out as his eyes widened, his fork inches brom his mouth but the food falling off of it and back onto the plate. “Please… Just in case you need me for anything… I can come in and help you.” He rambled, and your eyes shut as you shook your head.

“God, would you just stop.” You sounded so tired when you said it, your hands slipping into the pockets of the hoodie you were wearing. When your eyes opened once more, you were glaring at him and it pissed him off to be honest. He was trying his best and you were just pushing him aside. How was he supposed to be better for you when everything he did seemed to piss you off?

“Stop what? What am I supposed to do? I’m trying to change and that’s not good enough for you! So tell me! What do you want!?” He shouted, and he saw you shiver, it was evident that him raising his voice still scared you, and while it used to be amusing to him, now it was just upsetting. How could he have ever found that to be amusing in the first place? He never wanted to hurt you, but it just became habitual almost. That in itself was sickening.

“I don’t know!” You shouted back, but it was like you immediately backed down, inching back until you were standing against the fridge, like you were trying to disappear inside of it. “I’m scared of you…” The whispered confession had his heart sinking and he wanted nothing more than to run over to you and hold you, to tell you that you didn’t have to be scared anymore, but he knew that wouldn’t make anything better, not at all. “I’m scared of you being nice to me because I never know when you’ll go back to being that way… At least when you were treating me like garbage I was prepared for it daily… Now I just… I don’t know… And that’s the scariest part. So just… Just stop…”

Seeing you in the bathtub… Seeing you trying to leave him like that… It had been a rude awakening, but one that he very clearly needed. Now he was left with the pieces of you that he had broken, and he didn’t know how to handle you, he didn’t know where to even begin in putting you back together. Being gentle wasn’t working, but it made sense… The pieces were shattered almost beyond recognition, every time he thought he was getting somewhere, you’d fall apart all over again… Or maybe the pieces had never fit in the first place and it was all wishful thinking on his part.

Now he had to watch you walk away, closing the bedroom door behind you, and he heard the lock click, and while he had the key to get in, he wanted to believe that you were at least past the point of wanting to hurt yourself. Sometimes he felt selfish… He knew he was selfish… You wanted to leave him, he had put you through enough… He should have let you go that night… But he couldn’t. He just couldn’t. Somewhere beyond the sick twisted part of him that found fun in making you cry, he did love you, and now that twisted part of him was long gone and all he could feel was love for you, and you weren’t ready to give it back… And maybe you’d never be ready.

“Are you sleeping already, beautiful?” He whispered when he walked into the bedroom after work. He was exhausted, but the entire day he thought of nothing more than coming home to you. There was no dinner made, the house was clean, but it was also still… Which in itself scared the hell out of him and had him rushing to the bedroom to check on you. God, he’d never get that image out of his mind, it even replayed often when he was working, enough to text you every hour, and even if you didn’t respond, you’d read the message which let him know that you were okay.

The room was dark aside from the faint glow of the moon that painted the carpeted floors a pristine white, and he thought that maybe, maybe he’d finally get to sleep beside you for the first time since everything happened. Usually you’d get up as soon as he came in and you’d move to the couch, and he wanted to argue, he wanted to tell you to come back, but again, he was trying to be better, and he respected the fact that you needed space. What might be easy for him to do was obviously not at all easy for you.

He pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, climbing under the blankets and moving as close to you as he possibly could without waking you up. Your hair still smelled of the shampoo and conditioner that you used earlier in the day when you took your shower, and that in itself was comforting. There was a warmth that radiated off of you, one that he had never taken the opportunity to fully appreciate before, but it made him feel fuzzy, it made him feel safe… He wanted to give you those same feelings…

“I’ll move to the couch now…” You murmured tiredly, and he wondered if maybe you had just been laying there silently waiting for him to come home or if you had actually been sleeping and he had just woken you up. You started moving and he reached out to grab your hand, and it was like grabbing a statue the way you froze, he could hear you inhale sharply, and he wondered what was going through your mind right now, what you thought he’d do.

“Please don’t… Can you just sleep in here tonight? I’ll even put pillows between us… I just want you next to me…” His hold wasn’t tight at all, and his thumbs brushed lightly over your wrist, trying to show you that he could be gentle, he could be sweet. He could be all the things you had wanted him to be before… He was changing for you… He wanted you to see that.

“Do I have a choice?” You mumbled, and while he wanted to say no, he wanted to tell you that you had to lay beside him, he knew that would only be setting him back. He hummed softly, and while it wasn’t truly an answer, his actions were enough, letting go of your arm and dropping his hand back down on the mattress. “I can respect… I appreciate the fact that you’re not… hitting me… or yelling at me… Or belittling me anymore… Thank you…” You sighed heavily through your nose and he could hear you rubbing your hands nervously against your lap. You were still scared of him. “I’m just not ready… It’s a lot for me… But I’m trying too… I hope you know that…”

You were trying… And while he couldn’t really tell at first, the fact that you sat there long enough to tell him this, to explain to him why you couldn’t lay beside him… He could tell that you were doing your best. He respected that, and he wasn’t going to force you to do something that scared you or made you uncomfortable, so he relented. “I do… I know…” He whispered, pushing himself up so he was sitting on the bed, his body fully turned towards you. “Is the couch comfortable? You can sleep in the bed and I can take the couch if you want…”

You let out a little laugh, and the sound was weird… You hadn’t laughed in so long, it was almost nostalgic, sending his mind back to a time when your giggles were heard almost daily when he was with you. It had been so long… It had him getting choked up. “Don’t worry… I’m used to it. I’ve been sleeping on the couch for months now.” Your attempt at reassurance was nothing more than another slap though when the lightbulb clicked and he realized just what you were saying.

All those times that he had woken up in the morning and the bed was empty, he thought it was just because you had woken up before him to make breakfast… But you had somehow managed to slip out in the middle of the night to be away from him and he hadn’t even noticed… You didn’t want to be around him at all. “Oh… Well… We can change that… I can sleep on the couch, really… It’s no big deal…”

The conversation was just going in a circle at this point, and while most people would find it annoying, the constant back and forth… This was the most you had talked to him in the two months since the incident. He hadn’t realized how much he missed your voice until now. “It’s fine, Jeongin…” You said his name… It sounded so wonderful coming from your mouth, he wanted to hear it over and over again. “Get some sleep… Goodnight.” Had it been too much contact for you? You were rushing out of the room now, and while he wanted nothing more than the conversation to keep going, he didn’t want to push you, so he watched you walk out the door, your body silhouetted by the hall light until it disappeared once the door had shut again. He was alone… And while he had been alone every single night before… Now he knew about it and it hurt, the darkness was eating away at him, and for some reason he was scared, although he wasn’t sure what of.

“I had a nightmare last night, beautiful.” Jeongin said, hearing your feet pad across the floor and then stop at the entrance to the kitchen. “Do you want to hear about it?” He turned around to see your very confused face. He had never made breakfast before, and while he was pretty damn sure he was burning everything, he wanted to do more, show you that things would be better and only get better from here on out.

“S-Sure…” You stammered, walking over to the stove and eyeing the food in the pot with an ever more confused gaze. “Do you want me to take over and you can tell me while you sit and have your coffee?” You asked, noticing that he had already started to brew the drink, but he shook his head, motioning for you to sit down. “O-Okay…”

“It was so scary… I woke up and I felt like it was real for a second…” He monologued, and you hummed softly, letting him know that you were listening to him. “You left me… And I couldn’t find you… I was so scared. And then I opened the bathroom door and-”

“Ah…” You cut him off, drumming your hands on the table. “I know where you’re going with this… I’m not gonna do it again, if that makes you feel any better.” And it did, it made him feel a lot better, because for the first time since it had happened, you sounded honest when you told him it wouldn’t happen again. “Luckily, I don’t have dreams or nightmares anymore.”

“Oh? Why not?” He mused, turning around to face you, leaning against the counter. He was genuinely interested in everything about you, and this was new considering when you had first got together you’d tell him every morning about the dreams you had the night before. When did things change?

“Well my entire life up until now has been a nightmare in itself so… I guess my subconscious mind thought I deserved a little bit of peace at some point.” Oh… That made sense… It didn’t make him feel any better, but it made a lot of sense. He quickly turned back towards the stove, his head hung low as he continued frying the egg in the pan, trying his best to make an omelet as good as yours was yesterday just for you.

“I’m sorry… I really am…” He whispered, focusing on the egg now, trying to remember exactly how you flipped it to make it look so good. “I love you… And I’m never going to forgive myself for what I put you through. I was an awful boyfriend, just… An awful person in general and I know that I don’t… I don’t deserve to be standing in the same room as you right now… And I’m sorry… I’m just really sorry and this egg is going to be shit… And I’m sorry about that too… I suck… At this and everything and…”

“Innie…” You cooed the nickname, and his heart seemed to freeze and simultaneously speed up at the same time. Hearing his name had been one thing, but hearing you call him that… It was like hearing heaven's bells ringing in his ears. “You’re gonna fuck up the omelet… A few times at least… But it happens, and it’s still gonna be delicious and I’ll eat it.” That wasn’t where he thought the conversation was going… But in a way, it made him feel a lot better. “You never apologized before… Not genuinely…” He had though… He knows he apologized… Had it been genuine? Maybe not… Maybe the initial apology had just been him ranting out of fear… He wasn’t sure. “It’s okay now… You know? I’m okay now…” What did that mean? What were you saying? He didn’t want to get his hopes up that things would be normal… And now he understood what you meant that night, when you practically ran away from him… Sometimes hearing someone be sweet after so long was scarier than the usual… He didn’t know what was coming next. “I thought a lot last night… about everything… And I… I think it’s okay now… For me… For you… For us…”

“Us?” What were you saying… God you were so vague, he just needed to know, he needed to be 100% sure that he wasn’t being too hopeful. Was this your way of saying that you wanted to leave? Were you going to leave him? He had gotten better… But he still wouldn’t let that happen… He needed you there… He did. “Wh-What are you… What do you mean? You’re scaring me right now, beautiful…”

It was like he couldn’t get his breathing under control, just the thought of you leaving him had him tearing up, a knot forming in his throat that he couldn’t get rid of. “Come here…” You whispered, and he slowly took those few steps towards you, pausing a couple inches away just in case you didn’t want him too close to you, but then you stood up, your hands folded in front of your lap as you pursed your lips. You looked just as shy as you did after your second date when he had kissed you for the first time, what he wouldn’t do to live that moment again. “Do you think that.. When you’re done making the omelet… We can maybe… I don’t know… Cuddle or something?”

Cuddle… You wanted to cuddle? He felt like a complete idiot that it took so long for the question to fully click, but once it did, he was reaching back to turn off the stove, scared to take his eyes off of you, worried that you’d change your mind, but once that fire was out underneath the pan he was scooping you up in his arms and rushing towards the couch, your laughter like music to his ears as you buried your face in his neck. “You scared the hell out of me, you know that!?” He whined as he fell back on the couch, bringing you down with him onto his lap. “I almost cried!”

“You did cry!” You teased, sitting back and looking at him, and there was a twinkle in your eyes that was akin to all the stars in the sky at night, so beautiful, and he couldn’t help but reach his hand up, brushing his fingers along your cheeks. How could he have ever hurt you? Did he even deserve this chance? You leaned in to kiss him, the feeling setting off fireworks in his chest, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe, but it felt good… He liked that feeling… “You’re thinking too much…”

“Do that again… please… Just so I can be sure…” He murmured, his fingers gently tangling in your hair as he pulled you closer, and you didn’t pull away, instead your lips collided with his once more and it was like a dream, the best dream, and if that’s all this way, he never wanted to wake up. “You love me… right?” He whispered when you pulled away, your own fingers catching the tears that had at some point begun to fall.

“I do… I love you, Innie… Always…”

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Please forgive my very specific-to-me southeastern-American idea of a home-style meal. Feel free to mentally substitute your own comfort food as much as you’d like. ♪ I’m just so in love with Sanji at this point, I think I’d do anything for him. I’m feeling super cheesy, so have a cheesy fluff piece with a cheesy-ass title. 🥰

Home Is Where the Chef Is ~ Sanji x GN!Reader

CW: None, it’s all fluff, Sanji smokes and speaks French and uses way too many pet names (what else is new) WC: ~2k

“Ah, my sweet?” Sanji calls out to you, trying not to let his nerves seep into his tone. “Do you… Are those the right size?”

You squint at the sweet potatoes on the cutting board. Holding a thumb up next to one chunk, you stick your tongue out as though that will help you visualize the measurement you’re looking for. You shrug and carefully slice another piece of the root veggie, cutting through to the board with a satisfying clack. Sanji always kept his knives in pristine condition so you had no trouble cutting even the thickest of potatoes.

“They’re close enough to half an inch, it’ll be fine.” Finishing up with the sweet potatoes, you dump them into a baking dish and set them aside.

Sanji is gripping the counter-top, physically restraining himself from entering the kitchen to help you. He knows you normally hate cooking, but you had insisted on making him something special for your anniversary - and he was forbidden from helping.

“You cook for everyone all the time - let me treat you like my prince for once,” you had said with a smile, turning Sanji to mush. Of course he would do anything for you, move heaven and earth if you expressed such a whim, capture a falling star in a bottle and present it to you on bended knee.

But…

His kitchen was his temple.

…And you were the goddess at whose feet he worshipped daily, so he guessed he could make an exception, just this once.

Still, it was hard to watch you bumble your way around the kitchen without wincing. He could tell you were trying your hardest; the thought that you would put so much effort into a meal for him made his heart ache fondly. It was the most sincere form of love he could understand.

That didn’t stop him from almost jumping over the counter when you took a metal spoon to his non-stick pan.

You exhaled an exasperated puff when Sanji came around the island to your side, gracefully replacing the metal utensil in your grasp with a wooden one. He swept your hair away from your face and placed a soft sweet kiss on your temple, lessening the slight sting of the correction.

“Alright, you’ve babysat me long enough, out you go,” you announce, turning to face him and completely ignoring the meat now sizzling in the pan. Sanji is sweating, glancing over your shoulder anxiously, and only a little distracted by the cute apron you were wearing.

“But, mon amour, I’d love to keep you company--”

“Nope!” Hands on your hips, spoon sticking out of your fist, you adopt the sternest expression you can. “You need a smoke break. Go outside and stop hovering. I promise I won’t burn Sunny down.”

“Of course not, but--”

“I will, however, let this meat burn until that door closes behind you.”

Sanji actually lets out a small whine at your threat, big blue eyes pleading for mercy. You stand firm - as firm as you can, short and in a frilly apron - and it doesn’t take long before his culinary morals win out over his paranoia at leaving you alone. He slinks to the kitchen door, casting one last unsure look over his shoulder at you, seeing you shoo him away with both hands, keeping eye contact until the door closes behind him.

You exhale, shaking your whole body briskly to scatter the nerves. You had survived this long - you were an adult - you could cook one meal for the man you loved, damn it! Turning back to the stove, you yelped at the smoke coming from the hot pan, and threw yourself into cooking (what would hopefully be) a delicious dinner.

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Sanji paced across the deck outside the galley door, glancing at it frequently as though he could develop x-ray vision through sheer force of will. He’d already burned through a handful of cigarettes. The oral stimulation wasn’t helping to soothe his nerves as it usually did.

“Oi, cook, quit wearin’ a hole in the ship,” Zoro heckled him from the lawn below. “’S not like they’re doing surgery in there, it’s just cooking.”

Sanji cast a disparaging glare at the swordsman. “Don’t act like you know how to do anything more than boil water, idiot marimo. I don’t need your opinion on anything related to the kitchen.”

Zoro’s inevitable reply is cut off as the galley door swings open, Sanji directing all of his attention to you standing there. He notes a distinct lack of billowing smoke, which is an encouraging sign. You smooth your hands through your hair and over the apron and try not to look frazzled.

“Monsieur, your exquisite dining experience is ready,” you attempt in your fanciest tone, twirling your hands in a mock bow. You reach out to Sanji and he catches your hands in his, bringing them both to his lips to kiss them lightly.

“Please, lead the way, my darling.”

You grin and tug Sanji into the kitchen; he closes the door behind him, noting that you had dimmed the overhead lights. The dining table is set for two, covered dishes keeping the results of your efforts a mystery a little longer. A handful of candles flicker softly to light the space, and there were even a smattering of rose petals scattered amongst the tableware.

Sanji glances at you to catch your pleased expression - you were clearly a bit proud of yourself. He lets you push him to the table but still pulls your chair out for you, ever the gentleman. You whip the cloches from their dishes with a nervous flourish.

It’s not a complicated meal, some sort of glazed pork with a cheesy broccoli dish accompanying it. The sweet potatoes had been turned into a syrupy, decadent casserole, flecks of brown sugar and cinnamon speckled throughout. Soft, warm rolls rested in a cloth-covered basket alongside a bottle of champagne.

As he stares at the spread you see a smile slowly grow, wider and wider, until he’s almost beaming at you. “It’s not a-anything like what you could do, obviously,” you stammer, only now feeling self-consciousness spike through your body. “It probably won’t taste that great, the pork might be a little burnt, I--”

Sanji covers your hands with his as you cut yourself off. “My love,” he says softly, “anything these hands have made for me will taste like nectar from the gods.” You flush immediately, brilliant in the candlelight, and mutter, “You’re just saying that.”

The cook gives you a lop-sided grin. “At the very least it will taste better than anything anyone else on this ship has made me.”

“I can be happy with that,” you concede.

Once Sanji serves the two of you, you can hardly wait for him to take the first bite before you’re digging into your own meal. You let out a little moan when the flavors hit your tongue - he watches you, so enraptured at how much you’re enjoying it that he forgets to continue eating. You fluster when you notice his stare and kick him lightly under the table, motioning for him to eat.

Of course it’s not the most professionally prepared meal Sanji has ever had, but that’s never mattered much to him anyways. He can taste the love and care that you put into each dish, the thought that went into each clumsily made step. It warms him to his core in a way food prepared by a stranger never could.

He loses his train of thought when he notices you smiling fondly down at your plate, smushing a bit of potatoes around with your fork.

“My mother used to make this for me on big occasions,” you admit quietly, barely louder than the crackling candles. “We both disliked cooking so we never went for anything very complicated. But when I taste these flavors…” You lift your sheepish smile to him, softly radiant, and Sanji thinks you’ve never looked more beautiful to him. “…I remember how much love was in our little home. I just really wanted to share that with you.”

Sanji’s breath catches in his throat, momentarily stunned. The cook’s heart always seems to be torn in opposite directions by the weight of his feelings for you. He feels unworthy of you sharing such an intimate memory from your past. He feels profoundly grateful that you did.

When he continues to stare long after you fall silent, you flush ruby red from the tips of your ears down to your neck. Sanji looks at you as though you’ve hung the stars in the sky just for him. He can’t fathom why you would put such effort into loving him, and yet he can’t possibly bring himself to protest.

Hurrying to fill the quiet, you tear yourself away from his ardent gaze, stuttering, “Y-You’ve always made me feel so safe and comfortable here. When I think of home now, I don’t only think of the family I’ve left behind.” Your last few words drop as velvet whispers he has to lean forward to catch. “I think… of you.”

Sanji has to bite his lip to stop himself from igniting right where he sits. His concept of “home” has been such a turbulent thing for so long, only recently settling into something that vaguely looks like a fish-shaped restaurant, or a pile of pirates seated at this very table. The idea that he could mean so much to someone to be considered part of their vision of a home… It’s something he’s never even thought would be a possibility.

And now that it’s been planted in his mind, Sanji has a sudden strong desire to never let it go. To carefully nurture that connection for the rest of his days, if only you’d allow it.

To that end, he carefully lays down his fork and knife with barely a clink against the wooden table. Gracefully he stands from his chair and kneels at your side in one smooth motion - reaches a large but delicate hand to your chin and tilts slightly ‘til you’re finally forced to meet his gaze. You meet endless ocean-blue eyes, adoration shining bright and a gentle smile playing on his lips.

“I am honored to be considered so important to you, my angel.” Soft as a breeze, his fingers caress along your face. You lean ever so slightly into his palm, waiting for him to continue, for his devout prayers to be laid at the altar of your love. “If I ever did anything right in this life, it was falling in love with you.”

You’re thankful Sanji chooses to lift himself to you for a kiss, your eyes shuttering at his words even before his lips press softly against yours. The kiss is a little desperate, a little manic, both of you struggling to express even the shallowest depths of your hearts in the simple gesture. You pull away with a small gasp, pressing the back of your hand against your mouth and slanting your eyes away, flustered. Sanji won’t stop looking at you like you’re the only person in the universe and you can’t handle it much longer.

“P-Please get up so we can finish eating,” you mumble into your hand. “The food is gonna get cold.”

The blonde grins up at you and decides to grant you mercy. “I couldn’t possibly allow such a spread to go to waste,” he agrees as he stands and returns to his seat. He doesn’t miss your sigh of relief as you both turn back to the table. Sanji picks up his fork and moves to continue eating, but uses his other hand to grab yours as he does so. Rubbing his thumb across your knuckles he pins you one last time with his visible eye and says, voice low and buttery smooth, “Truly, ma cherie, thank you for this.”

Your fluster returns in full force and you stammer a response, deliciously adorable to the chef. His teasing grin softens to a serene smile. It doesn’t fade as the two of you finish eating, as he helps you tidy up the kitchen, or, in fact, for the rest of the night.

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bakubunny · 5 months

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i needed a reason to hound your inbox. let’s talk about accidental pregnancy with shota. i’ve been waiting for this day🫡

you swallowed thickly as you stared down at the plastic stick in your hands, waiting patiently for the blinking squares to finally settle and give you an answer. the problem at hand was the fact you weren’t sure what you wanted that answer to be. on one end, shota was wonderful as a father, firm and loving, thoughtful, protective. he showed that daily with the way he took care of eri as if she had came from him. you’d watch him get up every morning to brush her hair, to help her pick out her school clothes, to help her brush her teeth. with everything the girl had been through, she was more than bubbly now thanks to shota’s influence. in fact, you could hear them now just outside the bathroom door, eri bartering with the older man to wear her christmas sweater even though it was the end of january.

“but it lights up, please!”

“fine, if you have to.”

he was sweet on her, quick to give in to her bright smile even if it was missing a few teeth. but, you didn’t know how he’d react to this, if it were true. you two hadn’t wanted your own children, or better yet, you both just mutually decided not to. you had been certain, set on the idea, but something about how he took care of her, that soft tone of voice he took when he was in father mode, it made your heart ache. it looked good on him, being a dad. and to be fair, you thought about it a little too much every time you started to ovulate, your body liking that title on him a little more than usual, making you lock your ankles behind him and hold him close when you were intimate. it made you beg him to knock you up, pump you full, but it was all talk, usually. it was just a selfish little fantasy, and it felt good when he came inside, let your mind wander to what could come of it.

but now, with the pregnancy test held between your fingers reading ‘pregnant’ it was becoming a little too real. you inhaled a shuddering breath, plopping down on the closed toilet seat. it was stupid, but you felt your eyes watering with hot tears, a lump in your throat making it hard to breathe evenly. and when a steady knock hit the door, you could barely dry your eyes before the man was peeking his head inside. a frown formed on his face at the sight of you, instantly moving him towards you without a second thought.

“hey- hey what’s wrong?” he was kneeling before you easily, hands falling to rest on your knees and that’s when he saw it.

your fingers trembled around the test, your bottom lip wobbling as his expression went from worry to hesitation as he caught sight of the stick.

“wh-what does it say?” his tone is unreadable, but gentle all the same as his thumb stroked at your skin.

“it’s positive..,” that verbal confirmation was enough to get you to give a real sob now, “i’m sorry sho’, i know we had said we weren’t going to-“

he clasped both hands over your own, “my love, what are you sorry for?”

“i wanted it to be positive. i thought i didn’t but i did..and now that it is…i just don’t want to be selfish. i know what we had decided-“

a soft smile met his lips as he rose to his knees, pulling you up with him and into his arms, “nothing to be sorry about, doll.”

you nuzzled your face into his chest before wrapping your arms around his middle, a bit of calm falling over you. he kissed the top of your head, his hands running along your back.

“if i really was against the idea, i wouldn’t be so careless, y’know. i guess i was a bit selfish myself.”

“how so?”

“i think about how pretty you’d look swollen and round, more than i should…” his voice had taken a timid, hushed tone, “carrying my child…glowing and tired, whiney.”

you were still sniffling but you let his words embrace you, “you promise you don’t mind?”

“i’d give you any and everything. i love you more than words could really express. i think the world would be better with more of you in it. i promise, i don’t mind a bit.”

okie bye before i go on and on

it’s so targeted it hurts JEEZE 😔

thanks starr. 😵‍💫

#aaaand cue panic the minute little eri leaves #this hit way too hard #my heart #and my (yikes)#i was gonna add smth on but maybe if i have energy later i’ll come back to it #x reader #aizawa shouta #tw pregnancy #f!reader

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glcnpowell · 6 months

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discord said hangster pioneer au and my brain went ‘a vibe!!!!’

historical accuracy does not exist here, 850 words written for funsies || daily create 7/365

“It’s dangerous, you know,” Bradley says quietly, carrying the pot of freshly warmed water to the tub in the corner of the room. “The journey west. Even more perilous when you’re trying to make it alone.”

Jake winces as another pulse of pain shoots up the length of his leg, masking it quickly as Bradley glances back at him over one shoulder. The cabin’s grown colder around them with the loss of sunlight, but Jake finds that the warmth in Bradley’s brown eyes eases the chill he can feel on the back of his neck.

“The fencing outside is new,” Jake points out, watching with sharp eyes as Bradley dips one hand into the water to test the temperature. “I take it you haven’t been here long? Maybe it’s you that couldn’t make the full trip yourself?”

Bradley’s mouth quirks up sadly, throat working as he swallows and stands to his full height again, drying his fingers off on the rough fabric of his pants. “Like I said,” he murmurs quietly, eyes shifting to the small table near the bed on the other side of the cabin, “it’s a perilous journey.”

Jake’s eyes follow and his breath catches at the sight of photos on the table. Hesitantly, he says, “You were making the trip. With someone.”

“With my mother,” Bradley replies, nodding. “She fell ill and I didn’t see much reason to go any farther than where I am.”

Jake swallows. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

Bradley clears his throat, glancing back at the tub and then at Jake. “You’ll be next if you don’t clean the wound on your leg,” he says, pointing at the blood-stained fabric clinging to Jake’s calf. “I’ll get a fresh towel for you and give you some privacy.”

Jake blows out an anxious breath, shaking his head. “Wait, I’m — I’m terrible with blood.”

“Are you now?” Bradley asks, grinning ruefully. “How is it that you planned on making the trip out west alone if you’re afraid of a little blood, Jacob?”

“I’m not afraid,” Jake snaps. “It’s just much safer for a man like me to head west than to stay on my father’s farm.”

“A man like you,” Bradley repeats, head tilting. “Meaning…”

Despite the ache in his calf, Jake spreads his thighs wider, able to see the way Bradley’s eyes slowly fall to track the movement. Even in the dim lighting of the oil lamps between them, he can see the way Bradley’s lips part. “Meaning exactly what you think it does.”

When Bradley moves again, it’s with a cautious step toward where Jake sits at the small table. “Or maybe what I’m hoping it does.”

“They say we’re all just dreamers heading out west, right?” Jake says, sitting up a little straighter as Bradley kneels at his feet.

Bradley’s fingers tenderly pull at the fabric of Jake’s pants, loosening it around his calf. His gaze lifts to meet Jake’s as he curls both hands around the boot on his bad leg. “They do,” he nods, not breaking eye contact as he works the other boot off as well. “What do you have to say to that, Jacob?”

“Jake,” he corrects gently. “Call me Jake. Please.”

Bradley smiles. Scoots a little closer on his knees as he reaches for the buckle of one of the suspenders Jake’s wearing. “What do you have to say to that, Jake?”

Jake clears his throat softly, lifting a hand to rest over Bradley’s where it’s warm atop his thigh. “I say you should dare to dream, Bradley.”

Bradley’s smile widens. Jake finds that he can’t help but return it.

“I can help you wash up,” Bradley offers, sliding his free hand beneath the pant leg of Jake’s injured leg. He rubs a thumb over Jake’s ankle, calloused against the thin skin over bone, and Jake shudders. “If you’d like.”

“I would,” Jake says, nodding. “I’d like that very much.”

For all the calluses on Bradley’s hands, his touch is incredibly tender.

Jake sinks into the warmth of the water, eyes falling closed as he carefully tips his head back against the edge of the basin. He can feel Bradley’s fingers working to carefully scrub away the dried blood on his calf, massaging the muscle there and drawing a sigh from Jake’s exhausted body.

“It isn’t too deep, thankfully,” Bradley tells him, voice low. “Still. Better that you stopped to rest it for a night.”

Jake’s eyes open, focusing on Bradley through the haze of steam rising from the water. “Y’think I need to rest it longer? Give it more time to heal?”

Bradley grins, but doesn’t look away from Jake’s leg. The arms of his shirt have been pushed up over his elbows, but Jake can see the fabric has still gotten wet from the water, clinging tighter now to the muscles beneath. “Is this you taking advantage of my generous hospitality?”

“Among other things,” Jake replies. “If you’d like.”

Bradley smirks. Slides a hand farther up Jake’s leg, much higher than the cut goes. “I would,” he says, eyes darkening. “I’d like that very much.”

#hangster #sereshaw #top gun maverick #mywriting #daily2024 #hangman x rooster #rooster x hangman

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woooyeahbaby · 7 months

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not even the laundry is safe

in which the obey me brothers are caught sniffing mc’s underwear?! also idk if i’d say this idea is necessarily stolen but i think about this like daily.

warnings: panty sniffing.. obviously, which obviously leads into the boys being pervs, maybe ooc for some of them, i’m unable to sleep and it’s 5am so there may be errors, belphie is definitely ooc okay yeah wow i can’t write for him i’m so sorry, leviathan’s part is a little longer than the others’ because of favouritism, reader is heavily implied to be fem, i’m extremely embarrassed about this especially now that i realize i did really badly on belphie’s part, TO MY FRIENDS PLEASE DON’T READ PLEASE THAT INCLUDES MY BF I’M SORRY!!!, no smut but still sexual implications so like 16+, okay my eyes hurt goodnight

Lucifer

it was lucifer’s day to do laundry, and you needed to talk to him. mammon had been stealing some valuables, and you knew he wouldn’t listen you directly, so lucifer was the next best thing. when you couldn’t find the eldest anywhere else, you knew he’d probably be doing the laundry.

of course you expected to see him doing laundry, what else would he be doing in the laundry room? well, you certainly didn’t expect to see him with your underwear pressed against his nose. it took you a moment to even realize what he was doing.

“hey lucifer, can i—” before you could get the rest of your sentence out, you processed what he was up to.

lucifer had been caught off guard as well, not expecting you to catch him in the act. but, being the avatar of pride, he can’t exactly show embarrassment here, no matter how bad it may seem.

“ah, mc.” lucifer puts the piece of clothing into the washing machine, clearing his throat. “i was just curious.”

“well then. um…” you can’t help but wonder how he can be so calm about this. “that was a sight to see.”

“my apologies. i will say, i have never done that before. i enjoyed it. now, did you have something to discuss with me?” he questions, casually tossing more items of clothing into the washing machine.

you want to ask if he’s serious, you want to show how baffled you are, but you realize he just wants to change the topic. not wanting to anger him or embarrass him any further, you decide to tell him what you truly came to talk to him about.

Mammon

your wallet had gone missing, and after searching your room, you thought the next best place to check was mammon. where else could it have gone, anyway? when you remembered what day it was, you knew it’d be useless checking his room and made a beeline for the laundry room.

you’re just about to speak when you see mammon with a pair of your panties shoved in his face. not only that, but a few others were shoved in his pockets.

“mammon?!” you blurt in surprise.

“wah! oh, hah! mc!” mammon tosses the underwear aside, looking at you with wide eyes. “i was, ah, tryin’ to tell who’s they were.”

“mammon… not only were they in my basket, but i don’t think anybody else in this house wears those.” you argue. “i’m not exactly mad, but.. what are you doing?”

“i was just seein’ if they.. okay, i got no excuse. what’re you gonna do, arrest me? what are ya doin’ here anyway?!” he’s getting very defensive. it’s almost cute, if not for the context.

“i’ll give you 1,000 grimm if you apologize. and if you give the rest back, i see them hanging out of your pockets.” you cross your arms.

“i’m so so so sorry! i’ll never do it again!” he exclaims, tugging the others out of his pockets and tossing them away.

“okay, first you have to give my wallet back.”

Leviathan

(sorry side note, this man is the biggest fucking panty sniffing perv, alr alr i’ll let you get on with it now)

you thought i’d say it was leviathan’s laundry day? not only does this man not do laundry, but it doesn’t even have to be his laundry day for him to get a hold of your panties.

you were out for the day, shopping with asmo. you just happened to come back at the worst time. you were parting ways with asmo in the hall, about to enter your room so you could find a spot to put all of your new items. you heard movement in your room, and at first, you thought it was mammon stealing things.

“mammon!” you shout through the door as you twist the handle, swinging the door open. “i told you this yester— oh. oh.”

the realization sets in as you and levi stare at each other, both having the same surprised expression. except he still had your underwear pressed against his nose.

“um. levi, buddy?” you say in a soft, yet shocked tone. “what uh.. what’re you doing?”

he needs a few seconds to collect his words, but he still has to reply. of course, still keeping your panties against his face.

“i-it’s my laundry day, i was seeing if these were clean.” his voice is quiet and muffled, but you can still make out the words.

“levi, honey.. we both know you don’t do laundry. and that isn’t even true, it’s belphie’s day…” you shut the door behind you, approaching the poor, terrified demon.

“i-i’m really sorry, okay?! i’m j-just a gross otaku! i’m sorry! please forgive me!” he nearly shouts, his self deprecating talk continuing on and on until you can’t take it anymore.

“leviathan! hey!” you yell to interrupt him, your voice being raised finally catching his attention. “it’s.. it’s okay. i mean, not really, but.. i’m not really mad. you’re not gross, you’re just.. having fun, let’s say.”

leviathan stares at you blankly, his eyes just as wide as they were when you first stepped in. he seemed so upset and embarrassed, yet he still had your damn underwear up to his face!

“levi, can you put those down and then we can talk about this a little more?”

Satan

your d.d.d wasn’t allowing you to send images, and you scrolled upon the cutest picture of a cat. and who loves cats? satan! you remembered he decided to do his laundry duties, so you knew where to look. you were so excited to see his reaction, knowing his soft spot for cats.

after passing a couple of the brothers in the hall, you reached the laundry room. you open the door, a wide smile on your face. until you saw what he was doing.

“sa—! ..tan?”

“mc! what are you doing in here? it’s not your day, silly!” satan swiftly throws the underwear into the washing machine, acting like he wasn’t doing anything in the first place.

“i was gonna show you this cat.. but…” you’re unable to word what you just saw.

“ah, you caught me being interested in another form of pussy, i see.” he clasps his hands together, smiling. you can’t help but choke on air as he says this.

“satan, what?” you find yourself laughing instead of being angry or upset about his actions.

of course, he takes this chance to avoid the awkward conversation about what you just caught him doing. that was his intention with the joke in the first place. why is he so sly…

“anyway, a cat photo?” he raises an eyebrow, eager to see what you found on your d.d.d.

once your laughter dies down, you take a deep breath.

“i’ll show you after you explain what the hell you were just doing.” you smile.

“i told you. and i’m sure you know what i was doing. i.. read it in a book once and thought i should try it. i apologize.” he seems disappointed in himself, his head hanging low.

“it’s alright, kinda.. i’m not mad. just very, very confused.”

Asmodeus

see, asmo is kind of like levi. however.. he isn’t ashamed of it, and in fact.. does it right in front of you.

you invited asmo to your room in hopes he could help with your fashion choice of the day. as soon as he stepped in, it was like he made a beeline for your laundry basket.

“ooh, mc’s laundry?” asmo has a devilish smirk on his face as he roots through it, as if he was searching for something specific.

“hey! asmo, what are you doing?!” you shout, clearly embarrassed. especially because you knew what he’d find in there.

“these are cute, mc!” he holds up a pair of your underwear, giggling.

you thought he was only teasing and making a joke until he brought them to his face, taking a deep, loud inhale. your jaw dropped as you watched him do this. what else were you to do?

“very sweet! i’m glad you’re eating well!” he places them back into the basket as if he didn’t just.. do that.

“wh.. asmo?!” you can’t help but laugh slightly. “what was that?”

“hm? oh, when you eat well—”

“no, not that, why did you smell them?” you interrupt the demon, baffled by his action.

“sorry, it’s just instinct, i guess!” asmo merely giggles and takes a seat on your bed. “now, you had outfits to ask me about?”

Beelzebub

you and beel decided to have a little sleepover in your room, but made sure to only text about it so none of the others knew. it would’ve been a pain if they barged in on you and beel’s bonding time.

of course, you two shared the bed, and beel was being the big spoon. his strong arms were wrapped around your waist, until he suddenly woke up in a need for a little midnight snack.

in his defense.. he thought it was food. he really did. beel was half asleep, too tired to go to the kitchen, and smelled something he deemed delicious. i guess it didn’t cross his mind that he was going through your dirty clothes. it also didn’t cross his mind that he may have woken you up with all the movement.

“beel?” you mumble, turning the bedside lamp on to have better sight of what he was doing. “hey, get those out of your mouth!”

“mm?” beel hums, seeming to finally wake up properly. once he realizes, he spits them out. “i’m sorry! i didn’t know!”

“what does that even mean— y’know what, it’s fine. i’m not mad, i’m just tired.” you groan, placing a hand over your eyes. you turn off the lamp.

“it’s fine? okay.” there’s a second that passes where you don’t process what he meant, but you notice the sound of him picking something up.

you don’t fully understand until you hear his lips smacking.

“beel! that isn’t what i meant by it’s fine!”

Belphegor

it was breakfast time, and you noticed belphie was going to miss out on all the food if he didn’t wake up soon. so, you excuse yourself from the table, heading up to get him.

you knock before entering, but since it’s belphie, you hear nothing. you don’t bother to knock again and instead just enter. you move closer and closer, about to wake him up gently until you recognize a fabric belphie fell asleep with in his hand, close to his face.

“is that my underwear?!” you only meant to think that, but it came out as a shout. your voice managed to wake him up.

“hmm?” belphie hums groggily. “oh, yes. your scent helps me sleep. if you want them back, you can’t have them.”

“i can’t have them back?! belphegor, they’re mine!” you were somewhat okay with the previous words, until he said you couldn’t have them back.

“mine now. anyway, why did you wake me up? did you want to cuddle?” he raises the blanket, making room for you.

“no, i came to tell you breakfast is getting cold.” you sigh, rolling your eyes.

“well now you’re here to cuddle. come on.”

#obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me fanfiction #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #i’m so sorry #this is so bad

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