#nothing much to say about the tshirt since it's so basic

[joongdunking]

@/cloudisclub “New Beginning”. Not just for the club, for the places you feel most like yourself.

DAMN ALL THESE CRAZY VISUALS JUST FOR YOUR CLOTHING BRAND PHOTOSHOOT???

ps: that sunglasses is from his bro 🤭

[soulofhyun]

are you sure ? - Felix x reader

summary : Felix and you have been in a relationship for 4 months now, and Felix feels ready to get intimate with you.

pairing : virgin!felix! x afab!reader!

warnings : suggestive (felix and reader are getting freaky together!!), kisses, mention of religion and I think that’s all!! it’s fluff!!

word count : around 570!

author’s note: this is my first English story ever, so I hope my writing will be as good as in my native language ! Should I do a part 2 ?

Part two

Minors do not interact 🤍!

It’s been 4 months since you and Felix are officially a couple. You two met at the campus. Yet, you live at your parents’ house. You sometimes did invite him over to sleep, your parents didn’t mind you two having sexual relations together but you never really talked about it much with Felix. You thought he might be shy or closed about the subject since everytime you mentioned sex he turned red.

It was a Friday night, 8:07PM. You two were on your bed, being silly and laughing at nothing. You did put the last crisp between your lips, holding it.

“You want it, huh?” You smiled, holding the crisp, wanting him to take it. Felix and you have kissed some times. Rarely, but sometimes. It was usually quick innocent pecks. The kind of kiss that says “I really love you”. Kids kisses. Felix giggles and takes the crisp with his teeth.

“Mine!!” He said as he ate the last crisp. You gasped dramatically, covering your mouth with your hand, acting so surprised. You decide to tickle him!

“Yah!!” You began to tickle your boyfriend, the sound of his laughter filling your room. His hands instinctively grabbed your waist to hold you. You looked at him, still tickling him a bit slower, now that you felt his gaze on you. There was something different in the way he was holding you. You tucked a strand of hair out of his face. His hands traveled to your lower back, you were basically straddling his lap.

“y/n…i feel weird..” Felix gulped. He gently kissed your lips. You rolled a bit your hips against him, getting worked up. You took off your sweater, now being in a tank top.

“felix…we never really talked about it..are you okay..? is it..is it your first time being this close to someone…?” You asked carefully. The boy just nodded and mumbled.

“It’s my..first time..being close to someone..”

At these words you stop rolling your hips against him but he makes a sound of complain. So you slowly roll them. You touch his chest softly. The boy looks for reassurance and consent in your eyes. You get up to take off his tshirt. When you see his chest you can’t help but bite your lip. You straddle him again and leaves kisses on his trapezoids. His hands find your waist again, but he slides them lower, to your butt. Felix began to roll his hips too.

“y/n..please..” You understand the assignment and undress, only keeping your pantie. Felix undresses too, only having his cross necklace and his boxer. You see him feeling a bit shy.

“hey you’re literally perfect Felix! Perfect in my eyes, I love every inches and parts of your body! Plus, I’m not dating you for your body. I love you, baby.” Felix smiled at your words, taking off his last piece of clothing.

He sits next to you on the bed, taking your jaw in his hand. He kisses you, oh so softly. And when he pulls away you smile at his necklace. The boy just loved his religion and you found it cute.

When you two began to get worked up you eventually did straddle his lap again. The boy touches your butt again. He definitely wants you. You see his dick getting hard. You look at him.

“Shall we have sex?”

[fictionalwh0ree]

May i please request Billie x super girly/soft reader? They were friends for years and recently started dating and everyone has always questioned their relationship since they're polar opposites? Tysm!

pink bows- billie eilish

summary: you and billie are completely different, but thats what makes you great. unfortunately, not everyone sees it that way. when some of the hate gets too much, billie knows how to comfort you. word count: 1.4k warnings: none

billie eilish was indubitably the most gorgeous girl you’d ever seen. with the perfect balance of masculine and feminine energy, the perfect balance of cocky and humble, it was hard not to fall for her. you’d known since the moment the two of you became friends that you liked her in a more than just friends way. nothing had happened between the two of you until a couple months back, and when she publicly came out, she also revealed your relationship to the world.

people had known about your friendship, her posting you frequently on her story. people always replied, saying you guys were goals, your contrast being perfect. see, while billie opted for baggy clothes and a hat, you always leaned towards a tank top and a mini skirt, or a nice dress. you always stood out by her side, especially when you wore pink, which was usually. whether it was a pink purse or some detailing on your clothes, you always had it on. you loved the support you got from her fans. they were a light amongst all the hate you received as well.

so, when billie posted a photo of you two kissing, and then when she took you to the grammy’s as her date, you expected more support than what you’d got. besides the blatant homophobia, your dissimilarity had gone from something that made you “goals” to something that got in the way of dating. you received many messages saying things like “what do they even have to talk abt?” or “they literally have nothing in common, this has to be pr.”

you focused your energy on ignoring the comments, taking moments to appreciate the supportive fans who seemed overjoyed with the announcement. when the hate seemed to slow down, billie posted you again. this time, the two of you were matching, both of you in pink tshirts. billie’s shirt was baggy and paired well with her jeans, while yours was a tighter fitting tank paired with a jean skirt. despite all the positivity, new hate comments were coming in. people accused you of trying to turn her into you, saying you were taking away from her style. this was only on one end of the scale, your dms had become flooded with death threats too.

it started to become a lot. you started to pull away from billie a little, taking a little longer to answer her messages, making excuses to not see her, avoiding being in any photos she took. you couldn’t avoid her forever, though. billie wasn’t stupid. being new to the relationship meant you were both afraid to have serious discussions, worried about how it would turn out. on your side, you were scared that billie would think you were stupid or weak for letting the haters get to you. on her side, she was scared to ask what was wrong, worried that you’d either fallen out of love with her or that she’d push you too far.

the last straw was when you finally made plans with her to go get food. she stopped in your driveway, knowing you were probably strapping your heels or running back for your keys that were adorned with a pink bow, and pulled out her phone. she didn’t even realize when you’d walked out of the house until you pulled open the car door. she looked up at you, smiling, until she took in your outfit. you were in simple jeans with a black long sleeve, basic shoes, your hair down, and no makeup. there wasn’t a hint of pink, or girliness, in your outfit. her smile faltered and she tilted her head to the side in confusion. you planted a kiss on her lips in greeting.

“hey,” you said.

“hi,” she said back, uncertainty still evident.

“whats wrong?” you asked, knowing full well what was up.

she started the car, beginning the drive before she spoke again.

“uhm, nothing,” she said, “its just… i’ve never seen you in an outfit like this.”

“do you not like it?” you asked, worried, “i-i just wasn’t feeling the pink.”

“no no, you look great baby,” billie objected, “but, you weren’t feeling the pink? i never thought i’d hear that from you.”

“does it matter?” you snapped, “we’re just going to get food. sorry i don’t wanna put on a dress and heels.”

you crossed your arms, looking out the window. you heard billie sigh and if you would’ve been looking, you would’ve seen the way she bit her lip in thought and glanced over at you, plotting her next words.

“y/n whats been up with you recently?” billie asked nervously.

“what do you mean?” you said.

“well, i don’t know, you just haven’t been yourself recently,” she took a breath, considering whether or not she’d say what had been on her mind.

“do you- do you not like me anymore or something?” she said, eyes flicking between you and the road.

“no, no, billie, thats not it. i promise,” you said, turning to face her while grabbing her hand off the console.

“okay,” she said, smiling a little out of relief, “then what is it? and don’t say nothing.”

“honestly,” you breathed out, “i was just trying to fit in with you more.”

“fit in with me more?” she asked, confused.

“i don’t know, it feels kind of stupid to say,” you confessed honestly.

“it’s not stupid, baby, i promise. just tell me,” she comforted, placing a kiss on the back of your hand.

“well, ever since we went public, i’ve been getting all these comments and dms about how i’m taking away from your style when we match, and how we don’t match, and how we look like a pr stunt because i dress in pink and girly and you don’t,” you said, looking down.

“i guess i just got tired of it. i want people to see us and know we’re together, for real,” you muttered.

“y/n,” billie said, squeezing your hand, “how could you call that stupid?”

“i just shouldn’t have let the hate get to me,” you said.

“its not your fault,” she said, finally arriving at the restaurant drive through.

you sat still for a moment as she ordered the food and picked it up. she parked in the parking lot, finally looking over to you for more than a second.

“y/n, i like your style. i don’t want you to change, for me or for anyone else. part of what makes us work is that we’re different. i know its annoying having people think it isn’t real, but we know the truth, that’s what matters,” she said, taking your hand in hers and placing a kiss on the back again.

you looked at her, biting your lip shyly. you smiled slightly, trying to fight it a little, but it was hard. your cheeks were burning as you looked at her.

“there’s that pretty smile,” she cooed, smiling back at you.

“i love you,” you said.

“i love you more,” she replied, leaning over the console to kiss you on the lips.

she snagged your house keys from the cup holders in the middle, untying the pink ribbon that adorned it.

“give me your hand,” she spoke.

you offered it to her and she gently picked up your left hand, carefully tying a bow on your ring finger, making you blush harder. you quickly rooted through your own bag, finding and untying the pink bow that was on your car keys.

“give me yours,” you said.

she gave it to you, and you tied the ribbon on her ring finger, just as she had done to you, before leaning over to kiss her lips briefly. you pulled away, holding her hand and admiring the two pink bows, knowing one day those bows would become rings.

“lets go,” you said.

she pulled out of the parking lot and as she drove, you snagged a picture of your hands, one that was sure to become a wallpaper, a constant reminder of your love and how it transcends what anyone thinks.

[cffeelia]

divine, divine | k. namjoon

“you are my pain divine, divine.”

summary: your long time boyfriend is the leader of the biggest band in the world. you’d imagine he would have some more time for you now that the group was temporarily disbanded, but he’s still busy with an album, leaving you to feel unwanted and lonely. it’s only a matter of time before he leaves for the military and all you want is to see him do anything but fall asleep in his studio.

kind of angsty but pinky promise it ends on a good note 🙏🙏

2022

bts has become apart of your life as much as it’s apart of your boyfriend’s, seeing as he’s the leader of the group. for the past 4 years, youve grown closer to the boys, growing a special relationship with each of them. from sitting backstage on tour, to placing blankets over them as they slept in their studio. you’ve seen all of their highs and lows, seeing as their moods basically determined your boyfriends.

namjoon lives vicariously through his band mates, if they were upset, so was he. 2020 was a rough patch for everyone, but namjoon took it so harshly. that was the first time you’d ever seen him sob, hands running through his bleached hair as he fell to his knees in your shared apartment.

“what am i even good for if it’s not music? and i can’t even get anything out in this time where everyone needs me. ____, why am i even here?”

all you could do was tuck his head into your chest, your mouth lightly parted as tears fell silently while he cried into your shirt. he’s never crashed this hard before, you needed to say something, anything.

you managed to calm him down after about ten minutes, the night ended with him wrapped in your arms, eyes puffed from his sobs.

thankfully, that year never repeated. you learned a lot about namjoon, his moods, how to comfort him. he wasn’t always a touchy guy, opting for words of affirmation both to you and to receive, but this year taught him how much he loved to be held by you. he would never take that for granted.

things went back to normal after about two years, and bangtan was excited to perform again for their permission to dance tour, though it wasn’t to the scale of the one they originally planned. however, the tour was successful, and definitely memorable for not just you, but your boyfriend and his band mates as well. you can still recall the night they closed off the tour, ‘mikrokosmos’ always would hold a special place in your heart, this group really loved their fans, it’s so admirable to see an artist hold that much love for people simply because they enjoy their music.

nothing good lasted forever, though.

june 14, 2022, during 2022 festa, bangtan officially announced their hiatus. you knew this news was coming since january of that year, but this wasn’t the bad part. if anything, you were excited to spend more 1-on-1 time with the love of your life, and for his close friends to get a break from the spotlight, but it wasn’t what you thought it was.

immediately after this announcement, namjoon was working like crazy on more music. their repackaged album was already out, and the busan concert went well, so why was he still calling you from his studio to tell you he wouldn’t make it for dinner again? that’s how you ended up in your car, trying not to violate traffic laws as you angrily drove to the hybe building.

“mr namjoon, someones here for you.”

the studio door opened to reveal a staff member, namjoon got up groggily from his seat, a little pissed of that his flow was interrupted.

taking the elevator to the first floor, he imagined it was probably some producer offering their beats again. why wasn’t security listening when he said he knew what he was doing for this album?

he wasn’t expecting you, hair braided out of your bare face. you wore his white tshirt and loose fitting jeans, clearly you rushed out of the house.

“hey baby. what’s up?” he slowly made his way to you.

“don’t ‘hey baby’ me, are you seriously doing this again?” you took his hand, dragging him back to his studio.

“what do you mean?” he struggled to keep up as you paced into the elevator, jamming the floor seven button

“____, hey, what’s going on? are you ok?” he cupped your face, dark circles hung along your eyes, your eyelashes poking straight out instead of their usual curled position. were you crying?

“no namjoon, im not! i thought you were done working on music, i want you to come home!” dramatically flinging your hands around, you looked longingly up to your boyfriends eyes, his hand still caressing your cheek.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t tell you. i’m preparing another album before i have to go to the military this december.” he smiled softly to you, but you didn’t return it. your face lost all emotion, turning back to the buttons on the elevator.

“i’m going home then, goodnight.”

“what? hun, what’s wrong? i’ll come home this wholeeee week. i promise, i just got a late start today babe.”

he grabbed your hand to stop your from pressing the lobby button.

“baby, look at me.” turning your head towards his smiling face, you knew you were in for it now. you planned to tell him off, and get him to come home. now you felt bad for interrupting his music process, and couldn’t keep up your angry girlfriend act any longer.

“just let me wrap up, ok? you can come with, there’s still some takeout in my office. give me thirty minutes i promise.” your eyes fell to his pinky, sticking out for you to interlock yours with and seal his promise.

you pecked his lips, looking away embarassed that he sweet talked the anger out of you.

“i love you, you’re real cute.” he whispered as he lead you into his studio.

2023

so much for the stupid fucking pinky promise, once again you were left alone in your bed. namjoon was surprisingly here tonight, but he had barely said a word, his exhaustion took him over, and he almost fell asleep in the shower if it weren’t for you coming in to brush your teeth.

now he was sleeping at your side, head skimming your shoulder as you sat, propped up on your pillows, scrolling mindlessly on your phone. it was supposed to distract you, but your for you page wanted you to remember everything that you were missing out on. you know this is a hard time for bangtan, but what about you? namjoon was overworking himself as if he didn’t have ten whole months before he would have to enlist.

you wanted to feel bad for him, it’s so selfish to tell him to abandon his work to come spend time with you. but seriously, what the fuck? you didn’t even get to kiss him on new years, he spent it with jhope, in their stupid fucking studio.

your phone flashed all colors of purple and white, the tiktok video was from an army recounting their concert memories from 2019 during the lysy tour. you remember that night, hearing thousands of english speaking armys defy the boundaries of language to sing in korean for bts. it made you cry too, but this video inflicted both frustration and sadness in you now.

you turned your phone off, tossing it to the side and climbing into your sheets, head facing namjoons as he slept. you let a tear roll silently down your cheek, you wish he could care as much as he used to. he unconsciously grabbed your arm, barely awake as he interlocked arms with you, and shuffled higher on the pillows. he basically was inviting you into his arms. hesitantly, you scooted until you were in his chest, you arms naturally reaching up to his neck.

that one tear became two, then three, then you lost count. hopefully he wouldn’t notice how soaked his shirt was, you sniffled lightly, careful not to wake him. you had almost drifted to sleep, exhausted from your heavy breathing while you let your emotions fall from your heavy lids. namjoon pulled you into his chest tighter, feeling the wet stain of your tears startled him awake.

he gasped lightly and groggily sprung up from bed

“what? what’s wrong?” you asked, flipping a lamp on, your voice hoarse as you tried to wipe your tears discreetly.

“what, what, is this you?” he pointed to the dark circle staining his loose shirt.

this only earned a sniffle from you, everything fell out all at once, snapping joon out of his sleepy trance, he listened as close as he could, extremely sleep deprived and barely even awake.

“i miss you so much joonie, it’s- it’s- like, not the same anymore!” you sniffled “all i want is to just enjoy waking up with you and going out to cute cafes again without music being behind it! please,” your hands slapped into your eyes, “please joonie can you just, just come back to me once in a while? why am i competing with your music? shouldn’t you prioritize me? i feel so unimportant.” your voice died down, namjoon wasted no time in tucking you back into bed, he let you roll onto his chest.

“hun, you should’ve spoke up. i broke our promise, i know i did, i should’ve apologized princess.” he kissed your temple. “i’m so sorry, ____, i’ll spend more time with you baby. it’s been so hard huh?” he tilted his head back to see your relaxed face, still leaking tears onto his shirt.

“yes, i just wanted you to come home, i feel like i’m loosing it, i haven’t even showered for the past three days, i didn’t wash my face joonie everything’s just a fucking task right now.” you let out another sniffle before looking back into his eyes. “when will you just be how you used to again?”

he felt himself recharge as he looks into your beautiful eyes, though half lidded. he felt like he could sleep in your eyes, they were truly heaven. so much so he forgot to reply, “i know baby. it’s ok, you’re ok, i’ll find a way to stay home more often, that sound good?”

you nodded, puckering your lips lightly, he kissed you once, then again, and again, then your cheek, ear, neck, then back to your lips.

it pained him so much to see you hurt over him, especially when he knows you’ve been innocently waiting like the perfect girl you are for him to say something to you.

after a while, the two of you fell asleep, arms crossed around each other as he caught up on some much needed rest. neither of you woke up until 2pm, joon replaced himself with a pillow, letting you sleep some more while he walked to the living room. his guitar sat in the corner of the room, where it had been collecting dust for two years now.

he rushed back into the room to quietly grab his laptop, also stealing a soft kiss on your lips, before he sat down on your shared couch. he knew what he wanted this song to sound like, he just needed lyrics and now, he finally found them.

copying your words, he began to play quietly. it took a while, but he got the premise of the song eventually, deciding to put the guitar down to cook the two of you some breakfast. he turned the stove on, getting to work making pancakes.

the smell woke you up, even though the food had been made, your boyfriend knew it could be reheated. if you weren’t ready to wake up, he wouldn’t come get you. so, he settled back down with his guitar, playing his untitled song.

it was the sound that lulled you out of bed. despite what you’d said last night, you loved to hear namjoon singing. you stumbled into the living room, sitting down beside namjoon as he continued his song, eyes skimming over you. the smile in his voice was audible. you layed your head on his shoulder, letting the vibrations of his voice relax you.

this was exactly what you missed, just quality time with the light of your life. you had never felt better than at that exact moment, it was the peak of your relationship.

just like his lyrics, it was divine, divine.

i have ideas for a part two if anyone’s interested 😽😽 lmk!!

[nykuna]

REFLECTIONS

pairing : gojo satoru x fem reader

cw : angst, hurt and comfort, breakup

synopsis : After dumping you by message about a week ago, you received a surprising message from Satoru telling you to come to his house in the middle of the night. He wants to talk.

jjk alternate universe : no jujutsu sorcerers, everyone is human

disclaimer : This is a spinoff from my fanfiction : the irony of fate (sukuna x reader).

Satoru sighed and leaned back on his bed, waiting impatiently for you to arrive. He had texted you, saying there was something important he needed to talk about...and that it couldn’t wait till morning.

“Damn…hope she comes soon…”

~

Lying in bed, he stared blankly at the ceiling. He hadn't received a reply from you, and he'd been waiting for you for a few hours now. He presses his hand to his forehead, wondering why he thought you'd come. Deep down, everyone around him eventually tires of him when he shows himself to be vulnerable, he felt foolish for having thought it would be different this time.

He needed to get some fresh air; he'd never allowed himself to be carried away by his emotions since he was a child, however hard they were to bear.

He headed for the bathroom, determined to go out for a drive and try as best he could to take his mind off things. He let himself be submerged in the almost boiling water, as if he wanted to drown all thoughts that were detracting from his fun-loving image.

But tonight, it was just too much to bear. What he felt for you was truly powerful and unknown to him, and he blamed himself for ruining it for his stupid responsibilities. A tear escaped his eyes, mingling with the scalding water of the shower, fortunately no one saw him like this.

Lost in thought, he was startled by the sound of a notification on his phone as he stepped out of the shower in a hurry, hoping to see your name on the screen.

Instead, it was Sukuna's. Damn.

[kuna] : They’re here.

Oh, what an emotional elevator. Without wasting a single second, he quickly wrapped a towel around his waist, still soaking wet, and rushed downstairs.

From the top of the stairs, he couldn't help but crack a smile, seeing you there on the doorstep, lit only by the pale light of the moon. You looked magnificent, he thought.

Doing his best to maintain his self-assured facade, he joined you and your friend in the living room.

"You could at least have put on a tshirt, don't you think?" Her friend says with a disgusted laugh, you says nothing.

"I wanted to impress y/n but obviously I failed...I'm glad you guys came!" He said cheerfully.

"Why did you want us to come anyway?" You ask, trying to be indifferent but it's no easy task facing Satoru.

"Well, I wanted to talk, I really want to clear things up y/n." He said, sounding much more serious.

"So...What am I doing here?" Her friend asks, a little embarrassed.

"I told Sukuna I was inviting y/n, and he told me to invite you to hang out." Satoru replies simply.

"That's not weird at all..." You says mockingly.

"And how are we supposed to hang out if he...isn't here?" She asks, confused.

"Don't worry, he's changing. Y/n, shall we go upstairs?" Satoru asks, holding out his hand to you.

Your eyes widen slightly and your cheeks turn a light shade of red as you watches Satoru approach you, wearing nothing but a towel. You swallow yet again and looks down at his hand for a moment before taking it and allowing him to lead you upstairs.

You settle on his bed, while he quickly went to the bathroom to put on a simple white teeshirt and the most basic gray jogging pants. His hair was streaming down his forehead, but he couldn't care less, he had no time to lose.

As you settled comfortably onto his bed, you couldn't help but feel slightly uncomfortable with the entire situation. Why had he brought you here in the middle of the night?

You waited for him to return and your eyes widened once again when he emerged from the bathroom with his hair damp and hanging in front of his eyes. Seeing him dressed so casually, you couldn't help but find him extremely attractive.

"Why did you want to see me?" You ask, doing your best to hide the red that was rising to your cheeks.

He walks over and sits down next to you, a serious expression on his face. He ran a hand through his damp hair, pushing it out of his face as he spoke.

"There's something I wanted to talk to you about." He said, staring at the floor, avoiding your gaze.

"Does it have anything to do with how you dumped me like shit and then acted like nothing happened at your party?" You asked, your tone snarling. You felt tears welling up in your eyes just thinking about it, but you couldn't cry just yet.

Satoru froze, his eyes widening slightly as he heard the harshness in your tone. He knew that you would be mad at him, but he didn’t know you would be THIS mad. He knew he deserved it though.

"Yeah...it does."

He said quietly, finally looking up at you and meeting your gaze. He felt a pang of guilt in his chest as he saw the sadness in your eyes.

"I...I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t want to hurt you, but I didn’t really had a choice."

"And why is that? I'm sure you could have done it differently, couldn't you?" You raise your voice, surely carried away by frustration.

Satoru gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, feeling a sense of shame and guilt wash over him. You were right, he could have done it differently. He could have been kinder.

"I know, okay? I know I could have done it differently. But...but I didn't..."

He said, his voice quiet. He took a moment to collect his thoughts before speaking again.

"Look, you have to understand that my life isn't normal. I have obligations and responsibilities that you can't understand."

"Oh that's right I can't understand shit, maybe if one day you explained it to me I could understand." You hissed. "If you have so much responsibility, why did you let me fall for you...it's just…really cruel."

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair again. He hated seeing you like this.

"You think I wanted this? You think I wanted to fall for you, to lead you on when I know I can’t give you what you need? It was never supposed to go this far. But I couldn’t help it. You were just so...perfect."

He said, looking at you with a hint of pain in his eyes. He felt like he had hurt you way too much, and it killed him inside.

You didn't say anything for a while, you hadn't seen it that way, but it didn't matter. You'd fallen in love, and now you were being thrown out like an old sock.

Satoru sat quietly, watching you as you processed what he had said. He could see the pain and hurt in your eyes, and it made his chest ache. He felt like he had been such an idiot.

"Look, the reason I brought you here tonight is...well, I just..."

He trailed off, unsure of how to continue. He wanted to tell you how he had been feeling these past few days, how he had missed you like crazy. But he didn’t know how to say it without hurting you further.

"Hmm?" You said in a low voice, your eyes riveted to the ground.

He took a deep breath, gathering his courage to speak.

"I've been thinking...about everything. About us. About how I ended things."

He paused, staring intently at you. He wanted you to look at him, to see the sincerity in his eyes.

"And...I miss you. I miss you so damn much. Spending time with you, talking with you, kissing you..."

He took your silence as a sign to continue.

Your eyes finally met his, and you lost yourself in his magnificent bluish irises, but you knew that deep down, you were doomed.

"But..." you huffed, anticipating what was coming next.

Satoru saw the hurt and uncertainty in your eyes, and his heart ached. He hated what he was about to say, but he knew he had to be honest with you. There was no other way.

"But I can't give you what you need. I can't give you normalcy. I can't give you stability. My life...my job...they won't allow it." He said, his voice quiet and filled with regret.

"For fuck’s sake do you think I'm a fucking child to need so much stability? I'm tougher than I look, and a couple of boxing matches aren't going to intimidate me." You scream, letting tears overwhelm you.

His eyes widen as he sees your tears, and his heart breaks for hurting you so much.

"I know you can handle yourself. I know you're stronger than you look, and that's what I...I like about you. But it's not just about that, it's..."

He trailed off, struggling to find the right words. He wanted to tell you the truth, everything about him that he kept hidden, but he was scared of your reaction.

"Just get to the damn point." You snapped at him.

He winced at your tone, but he knew he deserved it. He took a deep breath and gathered all his courage before speaking up.

"Y/n...there's just so much you don't know about me. About my life. And it's something I can never tell you. It's a secret that could endanger you and everything I care about."

He paused, gauging your reaction.

"You know, maybe if you put your trust in someone someday, it might really make you feel better." you sigh as you stand up. "I really wish you could have confided in me, but too bad, I must have gotten the wrong idea." You say as you head for the door.

Satoru's heart sinks as he watches you stand up and head out. He reaches out to grab your wrist, gripping it gently.

"Y/n, wait..." He was desperate, he couldn't let you leave like this.

"What now?!" You exclaim as you turns back to him, trying to free yourself from his grip.

He doesn't let go of your wrist, instead pulling you back towards him so you’re standing directly in front of him.

"Please...don't go. Just...stay here with me, okay? Just for tonight..." He pleaded, his expression filled with a mix of desperation and vulnerability.

As if waking from a bad dream, you took a moment to observe Satoru, it was the first time you'd seen him so vulnerable, and you couldn't help but feel genuinely worried.

Satoru’s heart skipped a beat as he saw the concern in your eyes. He had never shown this side of himself to anyone before, and seeing you worry for him made his chest ache.

"I'll stay. I'll stay with you tonight." You say quietly, your voice filled with a mixture of relief and nervousness.

Satoru felt a weight lift off his shoulders as you agreed to stay. He took a step closer to you, his eyes fixed on yours as he spoke again.

"Thank you y/n, sincerely."

He gently guided you back to the edge of the bed, sitting down next to you but keeping a slight distance between the both of you.

"I wish everything could have been different." You said as you collapsed into bed, your gaze blank.

His heart ached as he watched you, seeing the sadness and exhaustion etched on your face. He longed to pull you into his arms and comfort you, but he knew he had no right to do so anymore.

"I wish it could have been different too." He said softly, his own expression mirroring your own sadness.

"Can you take me in your arms one last time? Because even though I'd prefer it to be different, I would never ask you to change." You say simply, planting your gaze in Satoru's.

His breath hitched in his throat as you asked him to hold you. His heart wanted to say yes, to pull you into his arms and hold you close, but his mind screamed at him to push you away.

But looking into your eyes, seeing the sadness and vulnerability in them, he knew he couldn't deny your request.

"Are you sure? I...I don't want to hurt you anymore."

"The damage has already been done, what we had is precious to me, I don't want it to end in tears and screams." You whisper.

His chest tightens with guilt as he hears your words. He knows he has hurt you, and there is no denying that fact.

He hesitates for a moment, his mind and heart at war with each other, before finally giving in to his heart.

"Come here." He said softly, holding out his arms to you.

You snuggle into his arms. And your eyes seek out Satoru's piercing blue gaze.

Satoru's arms instinctively wrap around you, holding you close to him. He feels a sense of comfort and warmth wash over him as you nuzzle into his chest, and it takes all his self-control not to bury his face in your hair and hold you even tighter.

He looks down at you, his eyes locking with yours. He wonders if this is the last time he'll ever have you in his arms like this, and the thought makes him feel suddenly and unexpectedly vulnerable.

You were too close to the stars, he never knew somebody like you, somebody falling just as hard.

If you enjoyed this one-shot or want more context, here's the link to the full fanfiction!

With love, Nyc <3

[amazinglyegg]

JAY! JAY! JAY! JAY!

The most basic survivor with the most basic story! Very long ramble about him below the cut (sorry)

Physical appearance

Short, skinny, pale (malnourished vibes)

Part way through his story he loses his eyes from a grenade and gets synth eyes as prosthetics

Has scars all over his body from that incident, as well as the average amount of scars for a wastelander

Always wears long sleeves, usually a white tshirt

Jean jacket over top with some silly little patches!!!

I am terrible at clothes so idk what pants he wears. Vaguely grey probably

Other outfits you'll see him in are any random clothes he needs when going undercover in the railroad (he keeps an outfit in his bag for synths still in their old uniform!) and rarely the Brotherhood flight suit when it's laundry day

Backpack

Big ol' hiking backpack he scavenged in sanctuary, also ties his sleeping bag on the bottom

Food, water, and caps are necessary

Sketchbook and pencil to keep him busy while having to sit around and wait, loves sketching and journalling

Teddy bear! Lovingly named Mr. Cuddlesworth, keeps him tucked away so nothing bad happens to him

Fancy Lads for any synths he comes across, also (not in the picture) a blank box filled with chems for bribing his way out of problems with raiders and the like

Uses his baseball bat, especially before he got comfortable with guns, but occasionally uses Rightous Authority and a combat shotgun

Keeps an extra knife on hand as well as pepper spray and a rape whistle, both of which he kept on his body since pre-war

Stats!

Physically weak but very perceptive - not very high charisma but his perception usually helps him along

High perception means he has very sensetive ears, which can both be useful and a problem (prone to sensory overload!)

His perks aren't based on his SPECIAL at all

Medic - he was trained as a scribe in the Brotherhood of Steel, much more comfortable healing than fighting

Vans - He's practically reliant on his pipboy to keep track of all his quests! It has a detailed map and GPS that can even give directions out loud

Rooted - He's a freeze response type of guy. 100% deer in the headlight vibes

Personality

He's a big ol' scaredy cat!

Trauma from the vault has left him absolutely terrified of enclosed spaces, the dark, and radroaches. Also dislikes loud sounds, the cold, alcohol, and chems

He likes touch and always gives out hugs and handshakes! He also likes the sun (and light), nature, sweets, sleeping, being non-violent, and brahmin

He's a crybaby and will cry at every little thing. Just give him 15 minutes and he'll be fine

He's very naive and trusting, especially starting out. He just blindly goes along with what anyone says, and that becomes an extreme as he tries to cope with how much the world changed

Everything's in ruins now? Okay. There's cows with two heads? Okay. You're going to rob me and steal all my money? Okay... wait.

Always tries to see the best in people and things, and will much rather get shot than risk shooting someone who may not be a danger to him (hey, maybe they're only aiming a gun at him because they misunderstand! We can talk things out!)

Very rarely gets angry or loses his cool - tends to just cry instead. Not too great in the wasteland!

He doesn't like kids (and didn't like Shaun, which he feels guilty about...) despite being so childish and friendly. He gets along with them great! He just... doesn't like them...

Story

Jay has two storylines of sorts, one of my first playthrough and one of my second playthrough that diverges a bit

My first playthrough is a Railroad playthrough

Jay is Shaun's older brother. Their father was a veteran and Sanctuary was a small neighborhood specifically advertised as PTSD/veteran friendly (AKA HOA had a field day with banning fireworks and loud parties, and didn't bother with much else...) - Codsworth was also part of a pack for veterans!

Jay gets some basic survival skills from Preston and the group (after becoming severely ill due to a 200yr old immune system, but whatever) and leaves with Codsworth to Diamond City

He meets Nick and joins the Railroad quickly after! However Codsworth gets pretty beaten up in Vault 114 and after staying with Arturo for a while Jay convinces him to go to Sanctuary where it's safe

At some point Jay runs off on his own to try and collect the last few of Winter's holotapes, which is where he gets cornered by gunners in Quincy and throws a grenade which bounces off the wall and back near his own feet

He was mostly blind and severely injured, and staggers his way back to Railroad HQ (thanks to his high perception + VANS to guide him) where he gets taken to Doctor Amari and gets his synth eyes

He infiltrates the Institute and befriends X6, and also finds out he's a synth after reading a terminal he was told very sternly not to look into

In the same way Shaun is sort of a test for child synths, Jay is a test for teenage synths, as well as to study personality and emotions, and how a synth would grow if they believed to be human

Barely anyone knows this, save for Father and maybe a few other scientists, so Jay keeps it a secret until the Railroad is attacking the place, where he tells Father on his deathbed that he knows the truth

Father tells him that they're not real brothers and he feels nothing for him, and Jay responds by telling Father that he loves him and that their parents would be proud of him before mercy shooting him in the head

He adopts synth Shaun and gets adopted by Nick, making a family of entirely robots (including Codsworth!)

Far Harbor comes after this and stuff happens idk this is getting very long, but DiMA is his uncle!!

The second playthrough, which is forever unfinished, is a Brotherhood playthrough, follows all the main plotpoints above with a few changed details

Instead of immediately leaving to Diamond City after Call to Arms, he and Codsworth stay with Danse and his group with the promise of food, shelter, and in-depth survival and weapon training (he's still relying on his baseball bat at this point despite his horrible strength stat)

Codsworth eventually goes back to Sanctuary (all this fighting stresses him out) and Jay does still find the Railroad and go along with them, but he spends a majority of his time on the Prydwen learning everything he needs to know

Jay's still supportive of synths but is less active in the Railroad, and he finds out he's a synth around a week or two before the events of Blind Betrayal

After Blind Betrayal Jay leaves the Brotherhood and goes for a Minutemen and Railroad ending, where the two factions sort of combine, and a lot of settlers are either rescued synths or helping the Railroad in some way

Danse is also in the Minutemen! Although he's mostly unaware of how involved in the Railroad they are - Jay is trying to ease him into it slowly but it's taking a WHILE to unlearn all that Brotherhood propaganda!

Jay isn't as active in the Railroad in this playthrough, and he's more critical of their ways of doing things. He's a bit more distant with Nick (as Danse sort of takes the roll of surrogate father) but generally the vibes are the same

These two stories somehow both exist equally in my head, so I guess they're both "canon"!

Fun facts!

Jay is a genre of person. Whenever there's an RPG and I can't tell if I should make an OC or pretend to be myself, I make Jay! He also exists in Stardew Valley!

Jay is my middle name, but not on purpose. While getting my name changed my mom offered to include Jay as a middle name (unrelated to my OCs) and I went along with it. Jay had already existed for a while before this!

Jay's original design included a hard hat. I decided it wasn't for him.

Jay disliked Codsworth and Shaun before the war. He was going through an angsty phase and was a bit jealous of not being the only child anymore. He feels very guilty about it now

He can't bring himself to go back to Sanctuary anymore so most of the Minutemen's work is done at the Castle

During The Lost Patrol he finds himself alone at the Revere Satellite Array and trades a bunch of food, water, and caps with the Super Mutants in exchange for Scribe Faris' holotags (and his life). Danse is not happy about this

Despite the fact I never travelled with Curie or Strong in my playthroughs, he's friends with them! He thinks they're pretty chill

The first person he tells about being a Synth is X6, and he asks whether he knew. X6 had no idea.

He doesn't tell Nick for a looong time because of his reaction when DiMA asks if he's a synth. He asks DiMA for advice after the events of Far Harbor before he tells Nick.

[TRIGGER WARNING beyond this point for claustrophobia, suffocation, roaches, PTSD, and suicide] He spent several hours stuck inside the vault, barely able to move or breathe due to having to dethaw in an already cold room. His cryopod couldn't open from the inside and he was slowly suffocating as the seals were air-tight. He had to claw his way through the cushioning to get to some wires that, when broken, finally released the doors.

He was still too weak and pained to move, and the radroaches started swarming him once they sensed fresh meat. They didn't do much damage to him but it was still very traumatizing

The first thing he did as soon as he got out of that room was try and shoot himself with the 10mm. The safety was on and he didn't know how to switch it off, so he gave up

Attempted suicide again a few days later after the power armor from the Museum of Freedom reminded him of the cryo pod and triggered a nasty flashback (plus the general stress of everything), but gets stopped by Codsworth. After retelling this to Captain Cade he finds out that it's not a "normal panic attack" and that he does in fact have PTSD, and that he's not allowed in power armor until he gets his symptoms under control.

[phantom-and-gh0st]

OK so, at the very start of the school day, at 9am when the bell rang, the vice principal said over the intercom that all TYs had to go into the library (it's not really a library, it's more of a lunch room but anyway) And so we did. When we got there, there were at least 8 people there. There were 3-4 Americans, one Canadian, one Australian and two Ugandan ones.

We started off by playing a game where we would all take our shoes off and stand in a circle and if you made eye contact with someone, you would need to swich places with them and there was always someone in the middle so if you made eye contact with the person in the middle, you would swich with them.

And after that we were put into small teams with one of the missionaries

And we would just speak about things idk my one was awkward as fuck

Anyways after that, two bigger groups were split up and one was in the canteen and the other was in ghe library. Me and one of my freinds were in the canteen

So we were playing a game where one of the missionaries would say something like "KFC is better than McDonald's" and we'd either go to "agree" "I don't know" or "disagree"

And eventually the missionary said something like "I feel Jesus close to me" and I went to disagree because I am unreligious and like I just don't feel that way

And there was more than me in disagree, including my friend.

And the missionary picked me(by coincidence, she wasn't like specifically picking me out) and asked why I disagree and I simply said "oh, I'm just not religious" and she turned to the "I don't know" section cause there was more there and didn't ask me anything else or said nothing else.

After this I was like "no, fuck you" and just completely lost interest (not that I was that interested before. I was just being respectful but like, if you're gonna ignore me for my beliefs, I will too)

I don't remember much after that.

Oh, so, after that, there was a drama about some kid(played by Matthew(one of the missionaries,he comes up a lot) ) and god(played by the shorter Ugandan guy(idk his name) ) and he was wearing a white tshirt since he was portraying Jesus. Jesus would like say "Matthew" in a beckoning way and Matthew would be like "no, Jesus, I will not listen to you. I know what you want. You want me to go out and be a missionary man (ghost reference) and go teach gospel to the natives in other countries and eat deep fried bugs. I am not going that" and Jesus would like beckon Matthew again and Matthew would try to ignore him but eventually they both ended up hugging (I don't remember why or how)

After this, one of them announced that we would be playing Roman monopoly and pompoms were our currency. One missionary was dressed as a king and one as a jester as medieval bard tunes played (which is so fucking inaccurate. We are meant to be in Rome, not the middle ages, you dumb fuck) (also, this is the second time I've been in dept in ancient Rome)

So, the rules are:

We are all given three pompoms each and you would basically play rock paper scissors but with one and two fingers. So, whoever had an odd number (if two people had one finger up and the third person has one up) would win and you would need to give pompoms to them. So, my friend kept winning and me and my other freind lost all our pompoms.

If you had no money, you would be put in jail but you could be auctioned off as slaves.(I wished we had to fight to the death as gladiators, it'd be accurate 💔)

Anyway, my freind bought me and my other freind back as slaves and we just followed her about.

Also, if your master had no money, they would be sent to jail and you would need to go with them.

The king would announce things like "I'm bored, entertain me" and if you did, you would get pompoms. But you won't also be taxxed. I saw this and was like "fuck that" and tried to commit tax evasion. The jester hunted me down. They took my pompoms. Fuck jesters.

I was robbed by one of them.

At one point, a boy in my class took a fist full of pompoms and legged it but the jester hunted him down and sent him to jail.

Around the end, my freind lost all her money and got us all sent to jail. Matthew, now wearing a white tshirt, asked if we wanted to be redeemed and wrote an R on our hand and crossed out the S for slave (possibly sinner idk) and he said "you will never be a slave again and come to me if you need any pompoms" Which infuriates me now cause he was portraying Jesus. I would have declined him out of spite if I knew. I hate Matthew.

At another point, this girl came up and told is about her relationship or interaction with Jesus or something. She used Tom Holland as an example and said "imagine if Tom Holland was in an interview and said "I love my fans I could have never been here without them" and you go to your friends and say "omg Tom Holland loves me and couldn't have made it without me" your friends would never believe you. But if Tom Holland came to you, took you out for dinner and told you the same things personality and named you in your interview, your friends would then believe you. Now replace Tom Holland with God." So, she basically has a horrible parasocial relationship with God and she is delusional as fuck.

And she also said "there was a time in my life where my family were struggling because her parents had chronic illnesses. I prayer to God and yelled at him for putting me in this situation and after, I remember feeling an overwhelming feeling of relief and love. I knew I was loved by God. I mean, sure, things didn't get better and probably definitely got worse. But I knew I was loved by God and there was a reasoning for my suffering." ....😧

After second lunch, we were brought back to the library where there was an A4 sheet of paper where bible verses were arranged where it looked like a letter addressed to you. Idk, I didn't read it. We were once again sat on the filthy library floor as people sang about Jesus as I felt the blood drain from my ass. I was genuinely going insane. One of the people came up and felt so condescending and asked if I wanted to pray with her and I just said no and she left.

[cuntess-carmilla]

The way "alt" is done nowdays is so exasperating. People (rightfully) talk about how dark academia and cottagecore and those trends that imo aren't "alt" but are distinctive aesthetics are more in the business of looking like they're someone who reads a lot or someone who bakes and lives in the countryside respectively instead of putting any emphasis on actually reading a lot of learning substainability or homekeeping.

And the same happens with the way alt anything is being done lately and that's why so many people get so disproportionately angry and defensive when someone who's actually into a subCULTURE corrects them, especially if that person doesn't even "look" the part as much as their fake asses do.

No interest in actual countercultural politics, ideology, sentiment, praxis or even artistic expression or practice.

They want to look like they're someone who's into unfathomably obscure non-palatable music and ideas, without having to actually put any effort into cultivating their musical knowledge or identity. They want the whole VISUAL package immediately, but nothing else (hint: that's why you get called posers).

Reminds me a lot of this:

[Image description: TikTok stitch in which the first video shows user @/dormence with text printed in front of them that reads "Did you know that there's no "correct" way to dress for a goth club. The truth is that fashion is about dressing according to what's fashionable. Style is more about being yourself. Tip: Allow yourself to be ok with experimenting and blending your favorite styles until you refine into your own symbol 🖤"

The rest of the video is of user @/awfullysinister speaking to the camera.]

Transcript:

Here's a fun story for everybody. I've been involved in my local goth scene for about 10 years now, I've been going to clubs and shows and events for about 10 years, I've been a DJ in the scene for about 6 years.

A few years ago I got booked for a DJ gig for one of my friends' club nights. I was late, unfortunately. It happens. I got to the venue about 30 minutes after the night started and I looked pretty bad… Worse than usual. I didn't have my hair up, I wasn't dressed nice, I had gym shorts on and a hoodie… I just had all my stuff with me in a bag and was planning on changing in the bathroom.

And there's this guy there that was all dressed up. He's got leather pants with straps, Demonias, he's wearing a black buttoned down tshirt with a fishnet shirt underneath it, his face is full of makeup… He looked like a Chris Motionless wannabe, basically.

And as I'm walking in to walk toward the stage to put my stuff up there, then go to the bathroom to change, the Chris Motionless wannabe stops me. Like, he puts his hand out, like this, like, on my chest, and he looks at me and he goes "Oh, I'm sorry, are you lost?"

And I look at him like a deer in headlights, like… What…? He repeats the question, and I just stare at him and say "I'm DJing tonight…" and he returns the look.

Anyway, I just brush past him and I go do my thing. It was a great night, I had a great crowd to my set, everybody was dressed in all sorts of ways; some people were really dressed up, some people were just wearing a tshirt and jeans, nothing special, but they were all dancing, they were all having fun.

The Chris Motionless wannabe didn't dance ONCE, and for what I saw, it didn't look like he was having fun, it looked like he was just standing around trying to look cool. In fact, at the end of the night, one of my friends told me that a guy that kinda looked like Chris Motionless remarked about how he hated the music and wished it was heavier. I don't know exactly what that means, I'm going to assume that he wanted to hear Metal.

That was about 3 years ago, and I have not seen that guy since. Not at any clubs, not at any shows… It's like he just disappeared, and I expect that I'll probably never see him again.

Anyway, the point is; sometimes the people that keep your local goth scene going, who are dancing the most at your local clubs, and who keep goth DJs like me feeling inspired to continue doing this, and to continue to seek out new music… Sometimes those people are just wearing a tshirt and jeans and aren't all that dressed up.

And, sometimes, the people who're dressed to the nines, who look the part and have a closet full of expensive brand clothing, just stay home all day, on TikTok, pretending to be better than everybody else, with cringey usernames like "goth daddy" and "goth king" and "goth goddess". Sometimes - not always, but sometimes - those are the people I wish I never had to run into in my local scene.

Link to the TikTok

[cuntboyprincess]

(Disclaimer: This post shall in NO WAY sexualize a minor!!! It is simply a representation and explanation of one of my traumas and therefore my resulting kinks!)

I remember when I first came out to friends and my parents as trans when I was 12. I had very small-no breasts. SO much "damage" could have been prevented....

But I was not allowed to take blockers or do anything about it before I haven't turned 18.

I remember how absolutely traumatizing it has been to be so powerless and helpless as puberty hit me and when my body changed right before my eyes. My hips getting wider, getting my period, my breast getting huge. I have always been very thin and petite build, so my breast seemed extra big compared to the rest of my body even when they had a normal size. And there was no way to stop it. It didn't help that the boys at my school had a habit to grope girls every now and then to "check" if their breast have gotten bigger yet. I know it's sooo fucked up but I swear this really happened at my school and the teachers did nothing about it because "boys will be boys". The got lectured about how they shouldn't that but did it anyway...

I have been a victim several times to this and have been groped against my will by sometimes several guys in a row behind the school building as they were laughing about it, thinking it was nothing but funny. But to me it was more than humiliating since I was trans and my breasts made me highly dysphoric. It was sexual harrassment and bullying right before everyone's eyes and nobody stopped it, no teacher, no one.

It felt soooo horrible to have such obvious boobs. I was binding my breasts everyday by the age of 15, basically living as a tomboy but not officially outed as trans. One time one of the boys actually did pull my shirt up and another one holding me and pulling my binder up in front of 4 other boys, they all laughing about me and calling my boobs udders and jokingly gasping saying how huge they already are.

I was dying out of shame and it made my boobs my absolute biggest insecurity ever. I felt SO exposed wherever I went, I felt like everyone is staring at my chest..

When I was 17 and an end to it all seemed "nearer", I was not far away from turning 18 and being allowed to start t and have a double mastectomy; my boobs had to extra humiliate me one last time, as if they did it on purpose!!

They had a major growth spurt and within just a few months I outgrew my binder and had a D Cup. Which looked gigantic on my small, thin body. I will never forget how dysphoric they made me feel and the helplessness as they appeared bigger each week. I know it probably wasn't as bad but I basically FELT like a cow with huge milk tits in my body.

I was the happiest person alive when I finally turned 18 and when I finally got my mastectomy!!!

For years I had a major trauma by these experiences as you can imagine.

But eventually this turned into a hardcore kink, maybe it fucked me up mentally so much that this was the only way left to cope with it.

Nowadays I masturbate sooo often to these memories! And to thoughts of still having my huge, jiggling tits, people staring at me, at them, either laughing, looking disgusted, making fun or simply being confused about what I am (man or woman). Just being totally and helplessly exposed. I even bought big, realistic silicone tits with nipples on them, and a skin glue and pleasure myself for hours to groping them as I wear them and make them jiggle on me. Sometimes I contemplate ....wearing them and a thin tshirt where the nips are visible through it, walking around somewhere outside as they noticably and obviously bounce around, making sure some random people actually see me looking like an obvious transman who didn't have chest surgery yet, nor wears a bra... And then masturbate violently to their reactions and face expressions....

What gets me off so hard as well is the fact how much my bullies fucked me up and wondering what they'd say if they could see to what I masturbate to now and all the kinks I got from what they have done to me... 🥵

[pocket-gyu]

Arranged Marriage - Hoshi (Part 1)

⚠️angst + future smut⚠️

Arranged Marriage - Hoshi 

Summary: college student!y/n is being forced to marry the son of the horangi mafia group, how bad could it be.

Warnings: cold hearted!hoshi, angst, cursing, hurt, smut (in future)

Word count: 600

y/n slowly walks down the stairs into the front foyer of her fathers house. normally she would be at her own apartment 2 hours away but her father made her return to town because of some business deal that apparently the whole family has to attend. as she approaches the entry way to the living room she hears the door bell ring. y/n, knowing that all of the maids are doing important stuff for the meeting, makes way to the front door to open it for whoever is standing outside.

opening the door y/n finds a family of three standing there staring at her, dressed in suits and dresses. all of a sudden y/n feels very under dressed in her black jeans and tshirt. she didnt even bother to put on any makeup other than some quick mascara.

"hello! you must be one of the maids here! my name is mr.kwon, this is my wife and son. we are here for a meeting with mr.l/n." the older looking man says to y/n who almost feels like laughing at the fact that they think she is a maid. none the less, she opens the door wider and spreads her arm out in a beckoning wave to come inside. she says nothing as she takes their coats from them and hangs them on the coat rack next to the door.

"the sitting room is this way mr.kwon and mrs.park." y/n leads them to the living room where they take a seat on the couch that faces the window to the front lawn. y/n bows before leaving, but not without noticing that the younger man is staring at her with harsh eyes. she stares back at him for a short moment before walking toward the kitchen, making them believe that she is actually a maid.

when she enters the kitchen she spots her favorite maid, ms.hayoon, standing at the counter polishing the nights silverware. y/n slowly tiptoes behind her and places her hand on her shoulder. ms.hayoon jumps and drops her polish rag on the floor. a small yelp leaves her mouth as she whips around to look at the person who is behind her.

"jesus y/n you scared me!" y/n grins very big and hugs her fast. she hasn't seen her since she first moved out 2 years ago. ms.hayoon is the one that basically raised her, considering that her mom died when she was born and her dad was an absent father that really didnt care for anyhting but his job.

"sorry ms.ha, i missed you so much though! its so weird to live alone without you." y/n says with a frown on her face. she really is lonely in her apartment, especially because she isn't allowed to have any pets. even if she wanted one she would have to buy it herself, and her dream dog can get kind of expensive, mainly because they dont really have them in korea.

"enough about that! do you know why your father made you come back?" y/n shakes her head quickly at her. "y/n... he's making you get married to the son of the horangi group. the family that runs that gang thing from that really tall skyscraper." its like y/n's world pauses.

married?

[donutloverxo]

Just for Mrs Barber

Note - Written for @chrissquares @drabblewithfrannybarnes and @amythedvdhoarder 's hoelentine's fic swap challenge! My giftee was the beautiful @kaminorogers . I hope you all like it.

Shoutout to beard kinks resident hoe @sweater-daddiesdumbdork for all her help with this and to my dear friend lizzygal (link to ao3) for the beta.

Dividers by @whimsicalrogers.

Summary - Your husband buys you kinky gifts (and a whole ass house) for your anniversary/valentines.

Warnings - 18+ only please! Explicit sexual content, beard kink, bondage, blindfold, dom!Andy.

Pairing - Andy Barber x reader

Word count - 2.6k

You were sure you heard Linda say something, her voice was mixed up in the background noise of everyone chatting and some music. You couldn’t really listen, not when your husband decided that he was going to look that good and distract you, keeping you from being a good hostess.

Andy always looked good. He could roll out of bed and look good enough to eat—although maybe you were a bit biased. He was one of those people who just didn’t realize how handsome he was.

Maybe he had some sort of eyesight problem, because looking at him now. With his hair made up and beard neatly trimmed, wearing a cream sweater and some dark jeans, the whole ensemble was so basic but he pulled it off so well. His pink lips looked so delicious as they sipped on a beer.

“Mrs Barber.”

You gasped when you heard Linda call out to you, clearing your throat you looked back at her. “Yes?”

“I love what you’ve done with the house, it’s so beautiful.”

A genuine smile graced your face as you thanked her. Andy had asked you what you wanted for your first wedding anniversary, you nonchalantly told him that you wanted the most picture perfect and cosy house in the suburbs. That you were too tired of the noise and pollution of the city and longed to have a garden of your own.

Also, a bigger house would be much better if you ever have any youngins. But you didn’t tell him that. Not yet.

You were just being yourself--kind of a spoilt brat. Which shouldn’t have surprised him because he was the one to spoil you with his love and affection and the occasional material gifts.

You absolutely did not expect him to actually buy you a big ass house. It wasn’t too big if you thought about it. Just a master and two smaller bedrooms, which was what you preferred. You didn’t want to have any distance from your husband. Be it physical or emotional.

The backyard was most spacious. You could probably fit a beautiful gazebo there. But you planned on growing your own vegetables and make delicious meals as a thank you to Andy everyday for the rest of your lives. You had put your heart into decorating every single nook and cranny of the house. Having it be appreciated was most flattering.

“Thank you,” you smiled.

“Your husband is so handsome,” she observed and you only hummed as you looked over at him. He most definitely was. “And he helped you with cooking and setting up.”

“Yes, he did. He always helps. He isn’t one for parties but he indulged me by letting me throw this one,” you told her.

Andy wasn’t that enthusiastic about hosting a barbeque for neighbors who were basically still strangers for your anniversary/valentines. He preferred to have you to himself but with some kisses and cuddles, batting your brand-new eyelash extensions, and convincing he finally gave in.

“Mrs Barber,” Linda grinned, putting her hand on your elbow, “You’re drooling.”

“Oh, I am?” you quickly looked over at her, after admiring how perfect your husband’s ass looked in those damn jeans.

“That’s alright, I promise I won’t tell,” she winked, “you’re both so cute.”

You were gushing some more about Andy, how amazing he was and how the honeymoon phase never seemed to end for you both. But you straightened up when you saw him approaching you.

“Honey,” he said, “We’re out of ice.”

“Oh, I thought we had enough... I’m sure we could do without it,” you shrugged.

Andy snaked a hand around your waist, sipping on his beer as he looked down at you, so much more comfortable by your side. He frowned when he heard the guys calling for him, reluctant to leave your side but you nudged him and told him to go socialise.

“I’ll make it worth your while, later tonight,” you whispered to him.

He pressed his lips to your temple, the scratch of his beard against your skin making you gasp. “I’ll hold you to that,” he said against your face which was heating up by his uncharacteristic public display of affection.

After cleaning up you were finally getting ready for bed. Wiping your make up before taking your diamond studs off.

“We made so many friends too,” you wondered out loud. “It was a success in my book! I hope I was a good hostess.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, you were. Come here now.” You saw him in your dressing tables mirror, extending an arm to you and inviting you to him.

“Um, well, maybe give me a moment,” you stammered, heat creeping up your neck as you scurried off to the bathroom while he called out for you.

He frowned, you never had any problem changing clothes in front of him or being naked and in so many compromising positions before him, so why now?

“Honey, I appreciate this, I really do, but.. maybe we can just do something else,” he told you, holding onto your hand which was massaging his shoulder and kissing your knuckles. He thought it was nice of you to offer a back rub, after the day he had had he needed it, but he wanted something more than that... “I’m hungry,” he licked his lips.

“I can cook something up for you, a post-dinner snack maybe,” you offered.

“No baby,” he chuckled, “Hungry for YOU.”

He kissed the crook of your neck, sucking on a spot he knew drove you wild but then frowned when he didn’t get the reaction he desired from you, in fact you felt a little... stiff.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he looked into your eyes.

“I was actually wondering if we could try something new...”

“Like what?” he pouted. He was a bit concerned, whenever you both had tried something new, it didn’t really go well.

There was that time you slipped and sprained your ankle during a very taxing session in the shower, when you surprised him at his office but then you were caught by his assistant—to this day he still can’t look her in the eye, when you insisted on tying him up but he ended up breaking free of the cuffs and spending the night ravaging you instead.

His unenthusiastic response was clearly not what you wanted as you blinked, disappointed evident on your face, “Nothing,” you shook your head, “now, where were we?” a salacious grin on your lips.

He hadn’t really tried to press on to see what your new suggestion was. He knew he wasn’t the most interesting man in the world. He wasn’t always as easy going as you were. How he even managed to get someone like you was something he could never comprehend.

“Are you ready for your surprise, baby,” came your voice from the master bathroom, “Here I come.”

You twirled before him, showing off your brand new fiery red babydoll. Which cost a pretty penny since it was the season of love.

“Whoa, you look gorgeous... what did I ever do to deserve you...” he wondered as his gaze raked you over.

“It’s actually the other way around,” you waved him off, climbing on the bed, “It’s time for your gift, Mr Barber.”

You took the book he was reading from his hands, setting it beside him and he hummed as you kissed his cheek.

“Actually...” he held onto the curve of your hips, squeezing just a little bit.

“Hm?”

“I have a surprise for you, sweetheart.”

That got your attention. You pulled away from his face, your soft lips still tingling from the coarseness of the hair on his face. “Oh?” Your heart fluttering in excitement. “You didn’t have to. You already bought us a home...” You said in a small voice, your fingers playing with the collar of his t-shirt.

“Oh, believe me, honey, it’s not just for you,” he smirked.

You watched, your fingers drumming along your bare thigh in anticipation as he went through his dresser.

“Since you want to try new things,” he said with his back to you, pulling something out of the dresser, “I figured this might be the perfect opportunity.”

You gasped when you saw, what looked like was a red silk tie and a dark blindfold.

“Wow.” Was all you could say. You had tried to get Andy to watch fifty shades with you and while he didn’t really say it, you knew that he wasn’t really into the movie or the kinky sex. He could barely stay down when you used cute pink fluffy handcuffs on him.

“I hope you can be a good girl for me,” his eyes dark as he stalked towards you, “and stay still. You never do... I always have to hold you down so this should make things easier... hands,” he commanded, his authoritative tone leaving no room for disobedience, as you held your hands out for him, gulping a lump of air and watching his hands tie an intricate knot around your wrists.

“It’s soft...” You wiggled your wrists testing the ties strength.

“Of course it is, I want you to be comfortable, princess,” he kissed your forehead, smoothing a hand over your scalp, he looked at the blindfold and then at you, “It’ll be kinda hard for me to not look into your eyes,” his brow furrowed as he put the blindfold over your head, the elastic stretching and then settling behind your ears till you all you could see was black, “Let me know if you need me to stop... or if you need anything.”

“Yes,” you nodded, pouting when you heard him pulling his tshirt off. You were so excited about the dirty sex that you didn’t even think about this--not being able to see Andy naked. You were about to whine about it but he pushed you back till you were lying on the mattress.

“This is all so exciting...” you whispered, having no idea what he was doing or was about to do, if he was looking at you or elsewhere.

“I know, honey, now you just let me take care of you.” You nodded, shivering when you felt the coolness of his wedding band against your thigh, “Sorry baby, are my hands cold?”

“Just a bit...”

You heard him rubbing them together to heat them up for you, before he touched your inner thigh, parting your thighs to make room for him, he pushed your nightie up, exposing your breasts and stiff peaks to him, “So beautiful... and all for me.”

“All for you, Andy,” you tried to close your legs to rub them together, to create some friction to calm the heat between your legs but his hold on you wouldn’t leave you any room to move.

“You need something, honey? You’ll have to use your words to tell me.”

You huffed, although you couldn’t see him you just knew he had a shit eating grin on his face. “Want you to make love to me, Andy,” you fessed up anyway.

“That’s exactly what I’m doing though. This is how I make love, honey,” you gasped as you felt his warm mouth latching on your nipple, his leaking manhood on your thigh.

“Oh...” you tried to arch your back, to pushed more of you into him.

He released your nipple with a pop, “You like that?”

He had never seen you like this, never knew he wanted you like this--so helpless and completely at his mercy. Writhing under him and craving him so badly, snaking a hand between your legs, “You’re so wet, honey,” he observed as he spread your slick around your lips, pulling a desperate whimper from you.

He sucked his fingers clean, you tasted so sweet, like honey.

He pinned your tied hands above your head when you tried to raise them to touch him, “No baby, you know the rules for tonight. I thought you wanted to be my good girl.”

“I do!” you whimpered again, your body shaking and writhing in his hold.

His poor girl, he knew how hard it must be for you. How you were obsessed with his beard. Sometimes He wondered if you loved it more than you loved him. He hadn’t shaved it off since he had met you.

“Then stay still, and you will be rewarded,” he promised you, pushing a finger inside you as he rubbed his beard against your sensitive nipples which seemed to set you off.

“Oh god,” you shrieked but didn’t dare move your arms.

He trailed kisses down your stomach, on your belly button, before settling between your legs and staring at your bare, glistening cunt.

“All this for me?” he wondered again, he didn’t need for you to answer, you were tied up and presented before him, just for him to feast on however he pleased. He sloppily licked as much of your juices as he could.

“All for you...” you shuddered as he rubbed his beard against the skin of your thigh.

Temporarily losing your vision seemed to have heightened everything, was it always so intense when his calloused fingers touched you? When he pushed three of his fingers inside you while whispering the dirtiest things in the world in your ear, rubbing his beard into the crook of your neck till you came around his fingers.

You were still dizzy from your high, you hissed out his name when he pulled his fingers out of you, leaving your cunt so void and empty.

You didn’t have the opportunity to tell him just how amazing that was, “You ready, babe?” You heard him ask as you nodded, his leaking tip against your opening.

He pushed into you, slowly and steadily to draw it out, he always liked taking his time, a woman like you deserved to be treated right. He hovered over you, staring at your face, your sparkling eyes covered by the blindfold, your bottom lip between your teeth, he pulled it out of your mouth with his thumb

“Don’t want you hurting yourself, honey,” he tutted, shaking his head as be sucked on your bruised bottom lip, fully sheathing himself inside you.

You wrapped your legs around his hips, hooking them behind his back, he was so big - the biggest you had ever had and yet it was never enough. Your cunt was greedy. You needed him deep, as deep as he could go. Exploring parts of you no one had seen or touched before. Only he ever would.

His hand circling your hips to pull you up against him as he rocked his hips against yours, “You’re so tight... squeezing me so tight,” he groaned. “You wanna come for me?” He whispered in your ear before nibbling on your earlobe.

“Yes,” you furiously nodded, your orgasm washing over you, dark spots in your vision as you felt your limbs loosen up.

“Hang on for me,” he warned you, holding onto the headboard as he chased his own end.

You sighed, hooking your tied-up hands around his neck as you felt his warm spend fill you up.

“Feels nice,” you mumbled, nuzzling his beard.

He hushed when you whined like the needy little thing that you were as he pulled out of you, untying your bound wrists.

He dimmed the lights before removing your blindfold, “There she is,” he smiled, kissing your temple as you rubbed your eyes. “Did you have fun, honey?” he held onto your chin as he made you turn your head to him, so that he could look into your eyes.

“Mm-hm. We should do this again sometime,” you yawned. You were better at being tied up than him anyway.

“We will. Happy anniversary.”

“Happy Valentine’s.”

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[clementinesjourney]

Record Shop Funk - Pt. 1 Like real people do

A.N. : Hey guys, so i had this idea yesterday, and i really hope you'll like it. <3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Words: 1,9k

Pairing: camboy!Steve x Reader, roommate!Bucky x reader, Stucky x reader (as the story goes)

Warnings: nothing yet :)

Summary: Who knew that having a secret crush, then a hearbreak will end in such a sweet thing..

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You and Bucky shared an apartment above the recordshop you both worked in. Your aunt was the owner of both, so it was a fairly good payment, and a fairly good apartment for a cheap price. It was a bright and big apartment with two bedrooms, so your decided to rent it out, all while searching for a helper to the shop downstairs. When Bucky came in applying for the job, you asked out of joke if he needs a place to live since you had seen around 5 people already and none of them felt right. His eyes lit up as he said he is in fact looking for a place. Since he was fitting for a job, and looked like a decent guy, you congratulated him on his new job, and asked if he wants to see the place today. You still had one and a half hour to close, but after it you would gladly show him the apartment.

He had nothing better to do, so he agreed to it, feeling happy about having a job he might actually like and a coworker he might actually will get along with.

-Do you drink coffee? I was thinking of getting one in the meantime. My friend works close by, and they make the best coffee in town. - He asked.

-I could go for one thank you - you smiled at him - iced cold-brew, no sugar, i'm sweet enough.. - you said with a smile.

He couldn't help but smile back at the joke. When he arrived at the café, he saw his friend Steve flirting with a girl whom he could visibly see trembling just cause he talked to her. Steve always had his way with girls, ever since the serum of course. After he broke up with Peggy, it was mostly just hookups, never finding a girl worth keeping around. Not as if they werent kind, pretty or good to him, it just never felt right. Bucky smiled at his friend, Steve immediately shifted his gaze from the girl, to a very happy Bucky.

-Did you get the job?

-Better.. I got the job, and she has a room for rent which i'll see tonight.

-Wow Bucky, i didn't know you were even better then i am.. sooo how does she look? - asked Steve with a slight wiggle of his eyebrows. He wanted Bucky to get a girl since ages and hearing this, his mind immediately ventured there.

-5'7, ginger, green eyes, freckles, curvy just the right places. why?

-Nothing Buck.. nothing.. - Steve said smirking at his friend.. Bucky never realized when he liked a girl, so he never really acted on it. He last had a woman back in the 40's.

-Sooo i know you didn't come to have chat with me, one black coffee and.. ?

-ah, iced cold-brew, no sugar..

After paying for the coffee, he hurried back to the shop, hoping to get to know his coworker a little bit better.

You thanked him for the coffee, and when you tried to pay, he refused.

-Next round's mine then. - You smiled at him with your 1000 watt smile, which again he couldn't help but smile back at.

-So tell me about you Bucky, what do you do in your freetime?

-Nothing really, just reading, spending time with my friends, kind of thats it.. I have a boring life really. What about you?

-Well, i work here, then i go home and listen to music, cook, god i love to cook, thats a big pro for the apartment.. just saying. - you said with a playful wink. - besides that nothing much. Sometimes i go to a nearby bar with my friends maybe concerts and thats it.

-I like washing dishes if that helps with the application for the room. - he said with a shy laugh which made your heart skip a beat.

- It sure does.. Do you leave your stuff around?

-No i'm a tidy person.. thank you very much. - he said cockily (just for the sake of being funny really).

-Okay okay, if you like it you can have the room, just promise to tell if you bring up a girl so i can leave. The walls are kind of thin.

-It's okay, i don't really...

-Oh um i'm sorry, i didn't meant to intrude, it just something i would really like everyone to add to their rental contracts. - you chuckled embarassed.

-Noo no, it's okay, i'm not embarassed by it. I guess i don't want hook ups, if one day there's someone i'll tell in advance.

-yea me too, i promise. If you end up renting it anyway haha. on that note it's time to close so i can show the room in a min.

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When you opened the door to the apartment Buckyquietly took in it all. It was really bright, white walls with paintings all over the walls, plants in every corner or shelf you can put one on, a comfy looking mustard couch, aztec-y rug under the coffeetable, and a wall fully shelved, filled with books and little trinkets, it looked like a home he never had a chance to have. The livingroom had an american kitchen on the side, island in the middle of the kitchen area, it was white, and blue which reminded him of greece, down the hallway you showed him the bathroom which of course had a lot of plants that liked the atmosphere of a bathroom, a shower in the corner and a bathtub under the window. You then showed the empty room he could rent out. It only had a shelf and a wardrobe, and a queen sized bed. No decorations, no signs of anybody ever living there. You then pointed to the room the opposit of what could possibly be Bucky's in the future, saying that is yours. You didn't show your room, he wasn't gonna go in there anyway, and showing your most private space on the first day didn't seem like a good idea either. You then invited him out to the balcony, watching the setting sun, smoking a cigarette.

-So thats about it, what do you think?

-I really like it, and i mean.. my workplace is pretty close so thats a plus, also you said something about cooking all the time.. sooo if it's alright with you i would love to rent it out.

-It's settled then roomie. I'll give you the keys, you can move in whenever you want to. Tomorrow we are closed, so maybe that would be ideal.

-Yea, then tomorrow it is then. I'll ask my friend to help, then we can maybe hang a bit if you're free.

-Sure, i have nothing planned, and it's good to know who i'll be living with. - you said with a smile.

Before closing the door, you said your goodbyes, and you realized what did you just do, after he wished you good night with a killer halfsmile that almost had your knees buckle. You just agreed to living together with possibly the most handsome man you've ever seen who is also your new coworker, so you will basically spend most of your time with him.. Guess we'll see how this goes you thought to yourself.

Morning came soon enough, you were sitting out on the balcony when you saw Bucky arrive with a very tall, just as handsome man, carrying boxes of books, and bags of clothing. Bucky looked up at the balcony, waving towards you, you waved back, then moved to open the front door before going back out to the balcony, resuming your coffee and smoke.

When they finished bringing all Bucky's stuff in, it was already midday, so you decided you'd order pizza for all of you, as in like a welcome present.

-Hey guys, i'm thinking of ordering pizza, what kind would you like?

-Oh (y/n) you don't have to. - said Bucky, earning a smirk from Steve as he looked back and forth between you two.

- Noo i insist, today won't be the day i'll start to slowly kill you with my cooking. - you said giggling a bit.

- Whatever's fine peach. - said Steve with a wink, that you decided was just out of friendlyness. You didn't veen knew his name, and he seemed like a lady's man anyways. Not really your type no matter how handsome and muscular he is.

- Steve, by the way, nice to meet you.

-(Y/n), likewise. - you shook his hand.

When the pizzas arrived you called them to the kitchen, listening to all their shared stories from their early years. They seemed like really close friends, and genuinely good people. You had a really great time. It was nearly 9 pm when Steve left, for saving a dame from dying cause of boredom he said. You and Bucky chuckled, then he let him out, closing the door, locking it for the night.

-I guess i have some packing to do, so.. good night (y/n).

-Good night Bucky, if you need anything just knock. - you said with a smile, and he couldn't help but smile back. He felt at peace. He had Steve, now he had a job, and a room to make a home of, and you as a new addition. You were so kind, so eager to help if he needed anything, he loved how the scent of raspberries and flowers lingered in the apartment mixed with coffee and cigarette smoke. It seemed to have a calming effect on him.

You heard a soft knock half an hour later. WHen you opened the door you saw a smiling Bucky, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

- Hey, um.. sorry. I forgot i didn't bring a blanket, could i borrow one until i get my own?

-Yea sure, i'll get one in a min. - You said, leaving the door open, letting him see a bit of "you" while you were searching for your spare blanket in your wardrobe. The room really was you. White, with mustardy curtains on the window, plants everywhere, books piled up here and there, a really comfy looking bed, pictures of you and your friends on the walls. And damn, your room smelled even more like you. If he wouldn't pay attention your scent would lure him into your room and never let him leave he thought.

-There you go. - you handed him the blanket smiling.

-Thank you very much.

Then he stood there for a moment drinking in the sight of you in front of him. You were wearing an oversized tshirt, that ended just around the middle of your thighs, hair in a messy bun, no makeup. He could swear he thought you were pretty before, but seeing you as you were made him fancy you even more.

With a small smile you told him goodnight again, then closed the door in his face.

You could hear his little laugh on the other side of the door, then his door closing. For the first time in months he didn't wake up in the middle of the night, and he didn't had a nightmare either. He was afraid he would, and then he would wake you up with his screaming, but looks like the blanket which smelled just like you calmed him enough.

After waking up because the rays of sunshine on his face, he smiled to himself guess i'll wait with getting my own blanket then...

[dont-call-me-baby-posts]

This has nothing to do with the plot really and is really just pure fan/self service, but I was looking at the Anders inspo board that you made and I was like, give this boy some bright colors PLS! Like when I’m sad, I throw on a bright colored tshirt or some shit.

Then i starting thinking of how Harry and Anders to me are those friends who have some matching stuff. Like they both have matching jackets or beanies, maybe THE pink beanie, probably gifted to Ders by H as a joke. but now they both just put it on as an instinct and there are tons of photos of the two of them matching even when they’re not together.

YES I LOVE THIS BC HARRY WOULD DEFINITELY DO THIS!! enjoy this little mini-chapter/blurb (it’s like 2k), with some added Instagram content ahhh!!!

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The one about Post-Rehab Anders

(Alternatively titled: A Bit More Colorful)

First Week of March, 2020

“I feel like a child of divorce.” Anders said as soon as he opened the door, rolling his eyes playfully. “As soon as one of you leaves the other one shows up. I feel like I’m being fuckin’… tossed around. You should basically just form some sort of custody agreement already and make it easier on yourselves.”

Harry ignored him and walked in without saying much of anything, arms slung with an assortment of bags and as he pushed into the living room. “Okay then…” Anders spoke under his breath, shutting the door behind Harry.

“So Y/N was here, then?” Harry tried to ask casually, setting the bags down on the kitchen table. (Or what little space there was on the kitchen table. Most of the surface was covered in various tiny pots of paint and half-baked paintings of trees and sunsets and frogs. Anders was going through a bit of a painting phase as of late.) “How is she?”

Harry kicked himself for taking the time to make breakfast that morning, because if he had been an hour earlier then maybe he could’ve run into her. Even if she told him to fuck off it would’ve been the highlight of his day, he knew it would’ve been.

“I don’t know, man. She’s fine I guess.” Anders answered with a shrug. “Do you wanna smoothie or something?”

“I’m a’right, thanks.” Harry answered, shrugging off his jacket. He threw on the back of one of Anders kitchen chairs, shoving his sunglasses into the pocket. “And what do you mean you don’t know? Did she seem okay? Is she eating enough?”

“I mean I don’t know. She seems good, or whatever.” He looked up at Harry, biting away his smile. “She ate almost half a pizza last night, if that makes you feel better…. If you really wanted to know how she was doing you’d just call her.”

“Can’t do that.”

“You fucking could, actually, but sure.” Anders retorted. He looked at his friend, who avoided his eyes, deciding to at least give him what crumb he could. “She said she’s been really busy and that her mom started doing yoga.”

Harry’s face lit up immediately as he crossed his arms. “Anna‘a doing yoga now? That’s great!” He beamed. “I kept telling her before that she should just do it. That’s.. that’s great.”

Harry would take what he could get these days, surviving solely on the scraps Anders would throw to him whenever he felt bad enough for him. His stomach was still empty and the ache just grew more intense every day, but the scraps were enough to sustain Harry for now.

Harry missed Y/N’s mom. She had called him once, just after Fine Line came out, but they hadn’t spoken since aside from a text here or there. He hadn’t intended on speaking to her for very long that day she did call, assuming it would be a brief exchange, when he suddenly found himself laying with his feet kicked up on the couch an hour after he’d answered the phone still going on and on about everything he had on his mind. Anna just had a way of doing that to people, she pulled everything out of them and made them feel new again.

Anyway, Anna told him all about her work and how her coworkers Cindy had “one hundred percent” been stealing her pens. Harry was happy to listen as he drove home, Anna going on to tell him about how she saw him on a magazine cover at the store when she was buying new dress pants and how she had heard his song at Denny’s. He got home, kicking back on the sofa, feeling strangely at ease at the smooth tone of her voice as she talked about nothing.

“So how are you holding up, sweetheart?” She’d asked after a while. Harry wanted to turn himself away from the question, but he had nowhere to run over the phone. “Have you been keeping yourself busy?”

Harry didn’t know what to say. Surely Anna knew at this point what had happened. He wanted to lie and say he was fine, but he couldn’t lie to Anna even if he wanted to. “I’m not doing great, actually.”

“Oh, pumpkin…” She soothed. For some reason the pet name made him feel choked up, but he ignored it. “I’m sorry. I wish I could give you a hug.”

“Me too.”

It was quiet, but Harry had faith in the silence that Anna was about to say something to make him feel all better and patch him all up. She usually did.

“You know, I was thinking before about everything and I wanted to tell you I’m really proud of you for taking care of yourself. You don’t owe anything to anyone except for yourself.” She paused, a smile in her voice. “I know that this probably hurts, but I’m happy for you. Sometimes the hurt is a good thing. You’re doing something that not very many people can do, and that’s admitting that you have work to do. How cool is that? You’re already one step ahead of everyone else.”

Harry giggles nervously. He felt warm in a strange way. “You think so?”

“I know so!” She praised him. “Just focus on you and forget the rest. And you know…” She paused, choosing her words carefully. “My daughter will be just fine. She might not see it now but we’d all rather see you in one piece then see you ignore whatever it is you’re going through. Y/N is a tough girl, you know… she’ll be fine. You just need to worry about you for now, okay?”

“Don’t make me cry, Anna.” Harry joked, blinking away the tears that were already bubbling up.

“Cry if you need to. Scream if you need to. Laugh if you need to, who cares!” She took a deep breath, “You’ve got the whole world waiting for you. And you’re doing just fine, my little sunshine. You’re doing just fine.”

Harry shook his head, snapping back into reality. Anders looked at him quizzically, head cocking to the side.

“So what’s with all the bags?” He asked, gesturing with his head. “Buying some more flared pants for the collection?”

Harry had almost forgotten why he was here. “Oh, uh, no.” He stammered, forcing his brain back into the present. “I got you some stuff, actually.”

Anders scrunched his nose. “What the fuck?”

“You said you needed some more clothes and I know you aren’t too… keen on going out lately, so I decided to do it for you.” Harry gushed, picking the bags back up. “I had to guess on some of the sizes but we can just send back whatever we don’t like…”

“I literally never said anything about buying clothes.”

Harry furrowed his brow before shrugging. “Maybe I was just thinking it, then.”

Harry headed to Anders' room as his friend let out an offended “hey..”. He dumped the bags on the mattress, sitting at the end of the bed as Anders came in behind him.

Harry excitedly went through each item, describing in detail what he thought about each piece. Where Anders should wear it, what he should wear it with, whether or not it could go with something he already had. He’d bought things that were bright yellow and green and baby blue. He bought things that flared and things with polka dots and things that Anders couldn’t even tell were supposed to be fashionable. Anders ignored how his cheeks reddened, at the thought of Harry taking the time to pick this stuff out for him and the thought of actually being seen in public with them on.

“And I got you this, too.” Harry laughed, reaching the bottom of the bag. He pulled out a bright pink beanie, exactly like the one Harry had on today. “Since you like mine so much.”

Anders had teased Harry relentlessly over the hat. It’s not that he hated it or anything, he just liked poking fun. Harry tossed the matching hat across the room to Anders sitting on the floor, a satisfied grin on his face.

Anders knew it was only a joke, but he still felt his chest get a bit tight. He held it in his hands, rolling it over. He hadn’t ever owned anything pink before, he didn’t think. It made his heart pound thinking about wearing something like this, but he wasn’t sure why. He was excited in a weird, nice way.

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Harry Styles seen sporting matching beanies with new bestie, Anders.

Double Trouble: Anders and Harry paint the town pink in matching beanies.

Making a Statement: Y/N’s close friend Anders seen out with her ex Harry Styles in matching outfits.

Comments:

Andersfan1: THE MATCHING HATS I CANT!!!!1

Canyon_Moon333: they literally love each other so much I’m gonna cry

Andersfan2: @Canyon_Moon333 besties vibes fr

Y/NFan5: why would they feel the need to bring yn into this??? Seems unnecessary imo

1Dforever-Emma: I agree but the thought of them hanging out without her is low key kind of funny to me…

AndersFan17: Harry bought Anders THE hat 🥺

TPWK_Lissa: GUYS I SAW THEM SHOPPING TODAY SJDJWJWN they were buying paints and canvases together and they were so nice!! They didn’t want any pictures because they were just trying to shop but they were so cute together like I could hear them talking and laughing they really are like best friends!! And Anders confirmed that Harry bought him the hat!!

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It started getting easier for Anders to go out more, after a while. With the album done and promo put on the back burner for now, Anders was able to talk his label into giving him some time for “his health”. They were still pissed about the whole rehab thing, but Anders figured getting chewed out for asking for some time off was better than being dead. Maybe.

He didn’t have shit to do. He couldn’t go out to any bars or any events or parties. So, either he was home or at Y/N’s house or he was at the craft store buying paint or beads or plants. And if he wasn’t doing any of that, he was always with Harry.

They would hike, a lot, or meditate or just sit on opposite ends of a couch and read. Sometimes they would paint or they would show one another a song they’d written or they’d talk about being kids. They would go out to restaurants (Harry always said that they were “the best he’d ever had”, without fail) or go on car rides. Anders tried to teach Harry how to play his videos games and had even convinced him to watch a few episodes of the most recent anime he was watching.

Anders was doing well. Really well, most of the time. And he had Harry to thank for that. Harry just made his life a bit more…. Colorful.

Anders had never really had a friend like Harry before, aside from Y/N obviously. A friend who wanted to spend time with him when he was sober. A friend who listened to him talk. A friend who wasn’t afraid to cry and watch sappy movies and didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought.

(If you would’ve asked Anders before, he would’ve said that Matt was the kind of dude who didn’t give a fuck what people thought, or maybe even Christian. But those kinds of dudes do care, it turns out. Under all the machismo and drugs and laid back attitudes, they were just as desperate to seem cool as Anders was. He thought that was what not caring looked like, like being high and being rude and saying whatever you wanted without caring, but it turned out that not caring looked more like painted nails and crying at sad songs and dancing the way you did when you were a kid.)

Anders still had tough days, obviously, which brought him to today. (He had tough days quite a bit, actually, but so did Harry, so he didn’t feel too shitty about it). On this particular afternoon, Anders was outside Harry’s house, palms sweating a bit though he wasn’t sure why, knocking anxiously on the door. When he never came, he pulled out his phone.

“Hello darling!” Harry chirped, answering straight away like he always did. “What’s going on?”

“I think I want to shave my head.” Anders spit out. He hadn’t even planned on saying that, but he went with it. “Do you have, like, those hair things? Like the clippers or whatever?”

“Don’t think so…” Harry spoke, voice edged with curiosity. “You can come over later and we can buy some, though.”

“I’m here now.”

“What?”

“I’m at your house.”

There was a long pause. “Im not at my house.”

“Yeah, no shit…” Anders huffed, rubbing his eye. “Do you think we can hang out when you get home? Im just fuckin’… I don’t know. I’m just feeling kind of…”

“I’ll come home now.” Harry cut him off. “Can you wait a minute?”

Anders wanted to tell him he didn’t need to drop whatever he was doing, but he didn’t. He just nodded, feeling that familiar sinking in his stomach. His fingers felt funny so he tried to stretch them out. “Yeah, man. I can wait.”

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“We should dye it, I think.” Anders said, turning in the mirror to take in his buzz cut. He hadn’t considered how the new hairstyle would remind him or Christian, and it was getting under his skin the longer he looked at it. It always made Jena feel better when she dyed her hair, so Anders didn’t mind giving it a try. “I think we should. Like fuckin’ blue or pink or some shit, right?”

Harry let out an excited gasp, his face breaking out into that same wide smile it always did when he thought of something that amused him. “We should do orange!”

Anders couldn’t really give a shit about the color, but if Harry said orange then he liked orange, too. “Do you know how to bleach hair?”

“No.”

“Me neither.”

Their plans were foiled for a second, the gears in Harry’s head turning as he tried to think things through. Anders didn’t really care enough to think about it. “We’ll figure it out.” He shrugged.

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HERES WHAT I IMAGINE ANDERS INSTA STORIES LOOK LIKE!! post rehab he’s def more active online mostly bc he’s bored but also he just kind of likes it? But his stories would be random af and weird and just kind of fucky but it just ✨makes sense✨. It would be so chaotic, you feel me? anyway here!

[anaalnathrakhs]

Money - what would you do with your life if money was no object?

Hobby - what hobbies do you have or want to get into?

Daisy - do you have any pets? If not, do you want any?

Bees - what’s your go to spring outfit?

Sage - what life advice would you give to someone younger?

Vernacular - what language do you wish you could speak or want to learn?

sorry these are not in order

Money - what would you do with your life if money was no object?

the hard hitting questions first i see :') i think i'd love learning to be a handyman so that i can help around my neighborhood with anything, cause in general i thrive doing straightforward tasks on comission, but that would require a place that needs this kind of help in the first place. my neighborhood currently is nowhere near that close-knit. so i don't know. if it's not about money, that means i can work for a number of hours adapted to my capability, so i think i'd love having a basic fast food job if not for the money/time ratio. or a compromise like mail carrier, or maybe janitor but that's a little more boring cause it's neither outside nor people-oriented.

i think there's some artisanal crafts i would love to learn if i had the peace of mind that i don't need to wear the small business owner hat for it to be a viable career, but most of them i don't think i can develop the skills or the passion for it. and the ones i do i am somewhat seriously considering anyway.

can you tell i have no idea what to do with my life rn

Hobby - what hobbies do you have or want to get into?

Main hobbies are writing fanfic sometimes and baking some stuff when inspiration strikes, so not much. I already sew a little but I'd love to get more into it and develop more skills! I really ought to take classes one of these days. I've thought about going back to doing sports now that I get out of the house more, but no particular one has caught my attention. I've heard rowing is fun, so. Possibly that. And I've been trying to make myself read more again, since that was my number one time sink back when I was a kid.

Daisy - do you have any pets? If not, do you want any?

I do! One cat! I love him but adopting him taught me that I'm not built to have pets lmao so I'm doing my best to take care of him but he'll likely stay the only pet I'll ever have. Definitely the only cat.

Bees - what’s your go to spring outfit?

Same as all year round fdgjfhj baggy yoga pants & powerwolf tshirt i'm not really an outfits person. i do get a little more creative some days but nothing like a go-to outfit unfortunately

Sage - what life advice would you give to someone younger?

That's... complicated. I don't really feel like I've got much figured out honestly, and I'm still very young. I guess my advice is that everything is subjective and also that happiness and open-mindedness and kindess are all virtuous circles. If you make yourself be happy and open-minded and kind and you make yourself like things, it starts becoming real. It's more something targeted towards tweenage me in particular than any younger person tho :')

Vernacular - what language do you wish you could speak or want to learn?

THANK YOU for asking this question omg. Let's get the obvious answer out of the way first, I would LOVE to speak german cuz it's a school requirement and I'm really not doing well so far. But also more good-naturedly, it's a pretty fun language, and likely one that would be useful to speak in my particular geographical situation so to say. It's mostly a problem with learning methods, I did have fun learning the vocabulary when I could do it more on my own.

Beyond that, I'd love to learn latin. I'm a romance language native so it's especially useful for etymology, and I think being able to understand sayings, old texts, church latin, pig latin, etc, better, is so interesting.

Then uh, all the usual answers I guess. Russian and arabic are two big ones, first because seeing scripts I don't understand makes me cranky >:( and also for the number of speakers. Always useful. The other big languages don't appeal to me as much, some of them because I'm a little scared of the complexity (mandarin, japanese) and some of them just cause meh (spanish, portugese is a little more interesting but not much). Of course theoretically I'd like to speak as many languages as possible, but realistically... I'll stick to maybe learning the basics one day. Korean is sorta advertised as a very easy writing system and so with the cultural relevance of korea today I think if I end up trying to be solidly multilignual I might go for it?

The big problem for me is more the learning process than the motivation, so I don't think most of these are realistic enough, at least as far as I can tell. I'll go as far as I can with german and maybe try to pick up another language later on based on what would be useful in my circumstances.

[stormyoceans]

What do you think about Day feeling uncomfortable in his own house since the accident? His mother is at home very often but their relationship worsened. His brother is now more of a guardian. They try to spend as much time with him as they can, but he doesn't feel support, he feel control? After Mork started working for them, Day once asked him to take him to Mork's house (which I assume is connected to the workshop where he repairs cars) and they both knew Day's mother won't like the idea, so in the evening they just went for a walk and came to spend the night at Mork's place (even though Mork was against the idea, feeling responsibility and not wanting to worse relationship with Day's mother but. Day could ask anything and he would try to do it for him and this was basically nothing. So he called Day's mother and pretended they stopped at his place because it was late in the evening and Day was tired). Mork led him by the hand and put his palm on different objects, letting him feel. He sat Day down on his bed, gave him clothes to change into. Maybe they had sex their for the first time, because there was no one else here, just the two of them (insert image of Day lifting up Mork's tshirt and pressing it to his face and Mork standing there not knowing what to do, until Day decided that the next step should be him pressing his face against Mork's neck). Idk what that is, just stray headcanon

IN THIS HOUSE WE DEEPLY APPRECIATE EVERY KIND OF HEADCANONS, STRAY OR OTHERWISE, SO DON'T YOU WORRY ANON

i actually hope that you don't mind if i ramble a little here (she says as if that ever stopped her before), but you brought up something that i've been thinking about a lot these days, which is day's relationship with his family and his house. we're seeing this same topic being handled in heart's storyline in moonlight chicken and i think it's interesting how we can already infer some differences and similarities between the two (assuming that p'aof isn't gonna change things too drastically from the last twilight mock trailer): if heart's parents are neglecting and abandoning him in an empty house, day's mom and brother seem to be overprotective and reluctant to leave him alone. both families' attitudes are wrong because they fail to look past the disability itself and to still treat heart and day as whole, complete people with hopes and dreams, which only ends up alienating them from the world

heart and day, however, start the story in two very different places: heart's incident was three years ago and in this time he has come to consider the house almost like a prison, but day's incident only just happened and for him the house is the only safe place left. in the trailer, day's mom says that "day has been staying only in the house since the accident", which - unlike in heart's case - seems to be his own choice that his mom fully endorses. li ming and mork represent the outside world bursting inside and reaching out to them, but while heart readily accepts the hand he's being offered, day is more reluctant to do so, and i think it's gonna be incredibly interesting to see day slowly change, because eventually it WILL happen, eventually day is gonna want to go outside and experience new things, and i don't think his family will be very happy about it. that's when, like you said, the house is gonna turn from a place of safety to a place of confinement and his family will start to feel more like they are his keepers

and now excuse me for a second as I GO WANDER THE STREETS AT NIGHT TO HOWL AT THE MOON BECAUSE I'VE NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT IT BUT I LOVE LOVE LOVE THE IDEA OF DAY GOING TO MORK'S APARTMENT!!!!!! like.. idk there's something to be said about mork constantly being at day's house and filling the place with his own presence and finally allowing day to be in mork's own space too. and i also love the idea of mork being hesitant at first because like you said he knows mork's mom wouldn't be happy about it, but also because he thinks his apartment isn't much compared to day's house: it's small and kinda dusty and there's a mess everywhere, but i like to think that day would just smile and joke about it by saying "well, it's not like i will be able to tell anyway." so mork takes him there and it turns out that day LOVES the place because unlike his own house, which smells like cleaning products and air freshener and the only sounds you can hear come from the wind going through the branches and the chirping of the birds outside, mork's apartment is full of life. there are so many different scents he can pick up - the faint traces of motor oil coming from the garage below, the stir fry meat mork ate for lunch still lingering in the air, the fresh laundry coming from the bathroom, the cigarette smoke that seeped into the walls - and even with the windows closed he can hear people talking in the streets

and then mork guiding day's hands around the place (SCREAMING SHAKING CRYING THROWING UP BTW) so he can feel everything under his fingers while mork tells him stories about each item day touches: some ugly knick knack namtan's character gave to him as a joke for his birthday, his old DVD collection, a picture of his family.... AND OKAY I NEED TO STOP NOW BECAUSE THIS IS ALREADY WAY TOO LONG BUT THE TWO OF THEM HAVING SEX FOR THE FIRST TIME AT MORK'S APARTMENT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE BECAUSE THERE'S WHERE DAY IS GONNA START FEELING LIKE HIMSELF AGAIN AND I THINK I NEED TO BE SEDATED NOW THANKS

[cocosstories]

Chris Evans One Shot

hiii can you please do a chris evans one where it’s just you two meeting but like realistic, no tropes if possible. thank you so much!!

Hey, saw that your requests were open. Could you do a one-shot where the reader thinks Chris is a like a basic boston bro (drinks beer, only talks about Tom Brady or the Bosox, loud and obnoxious) and they is just put off by it? Maybe Chris really likes them and tries hard to prove them wrong? That would be awesome. Thanks!

It was Saturday night and you had decided after a long week at work, you needed to get out for a while.

You were sitting at the bar near your house the first time you heard his voice.

"Hey bro, can we get another round?"

You slightly turn on your stool to see the source of the obnoxious  noise that was interrupting your quiet drink and there he was.

Jeans, old faded tshirt, trucker hat. The basic wardrobe of the drunken Boston guy.

"Hi, I'm Chris."

Your eyes meet for just a second as he introduces himself and you turn away quickly.

"Sorry, not interested."

It was your standard blow off for 'townies' having been screwed over by enough of them in your time.

"Well, that's a shame. I was just telling my brother over there that it was nice to finally see a beautiful woman in here. The usual crowd is all dudes. Nice guys but not really my type."

You scoff at his line.

"And let me guess, I am?"

You turn back towards him.

"Maybe. Can't really tell since you are working so hard to blow me off right now."

He smiles and for the first time, you really look at him.

"And yet, you are still trying."

Trying not to focus on the beautiful blue of his eyes or his sweet smile, you remind yourself of your rule about 'townies' yet again.

"Only because I truly believe if you got to know me, you would change your mind."

"Why is that?"

His last comment peaks your interest a bit so you decide to play along for a while.

"Because you see me as your typical Boston guy. Drunk, loud, Patriots loving, Tom Brady worshiping bro who just wants a random hook up and then never call you again."

You had to admit, he hit the nail directly on the head.

"And that's not you?"

You raise your eyebrow.

"Well, I love drinking beer, the Patriots and Tom Brady is the GOAT but don't let that fool you. If you were to go out with me, I would definitely call you the next day."

You wanted to laugh but something deep down believed him.

"Alright, let's say I believe you, why should I go out with you? Other than the fact that you would call the next day?"

Chris laughs and takes the stool next to you.

"Because I am nothing like the image you have in your head. Family is my top priority, always. I love my dog and hanging out with my bros but when it comes down to work, I am focused. I like to drink and sometimes drink a little too much but not everyday. I am reliable and always keep my word no matter what and most importantly, I think if you gave me a chance, there could be a potential for something real."

You take in his whole speech, finally deciding you were wrong about him.

"I'm Y/N"

You hold out your hand to him and he takes it.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N."

He says.

"Nice to meet you too, Chris."

You reply with a sincere smile.

He asks if you would like to join him and his brother for a few drinks and you agree.

After introducing you to Scott, the three of you split a couple of pitchers before you decide it was tome for you to be heading home.

You say goodbye to the brothers, grab your bag and leave but not before Chris takes your number with a promise to call you to set up your first date.