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thanakite · 3 years ago

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Honestly, nothing will be more telling to me than saying "they have XL for plus sized women"

Like, thanks you just told me you are thin and that everyone you know is thin (and that the chance of you being fatphobic is much higher)

To be clear XL is still a normal basic size, like yes it's "extra" but the reality is that if your comfortable size is XL you still aren't that fat (not a competition or anything just facts) and XL's are also used by people who are a medium or large actually (sometimes even small or XS) just because it's then looser and more comfortable on them, most brands sell up to XL it isn't special when they do, it's kind of the bare minimum

Personally, I fit but am not comfortable in a 3XL and really need at least 4XL to actually feel comfortable (At least shirt wise, I wear like 2XL for pants) and it is incredibly hard to find 3XL let alone 4XL and the reality is that I actually know a number of people who are much wider than me who would have to be wearing probably at least 6XL

If a brand is actually set up for plus sized people they need to be going up to at least 4XL and really should be hitting more like 6-8XL to be really indicating that they want to help out plus sized people. But yeah 4XL should be the minimum that is allowed before a brand can be called "Plus sized friendly" or anything like that, and if you are being positive about a company you like and say something like "They even cater to plus sizes!" And then list that they only go to XL or 2XL or put me in a place where I go to their website and find they max out there, then you are part of the problem

All brand should be going up to these larger sizes because in the end they CAN (they don't have to be they can, and since profits are oh so important you'd think they would) charge more for items as they become larger to fit plus sized people, and at this point the only reason not to is fatphobia. Fatphobia is so ingrained in our society that apparently companies would rather not have fat people wearing their clothes than have more money coming in from fat people buying them, and that is so incredibly horrible

Like you all do know that fat people need to wear clothes too right? And we deserve the dignity everyone else is afforded of being able to buy clothes we like not just setting for what fits

You know that fat people are people just like everyone else who deserve to be able to go into a random store at the mall and be able to find something they like in their size right?

And yes, some brands do better than others, but that doesn't mean that they don't still have a long way to go. Like Rihanna's brand for example. I kept hearing from everyone how they cater to plus sized people and were doing good work, and needed some new bras. I go to their website and start looking through. Because of my chronic pain problems I really need bralettes as they don't have wire or padding both of which are problematic for me, and I really need a 4XL on those, Savage X Fenty only goes up to 3XL for bralettes though. A brand that everyone was raving was amazing for being inclusive of plus sized people and they don't even go above 3XL, a size that too be clear does fit some plus sized people, but can also be used by XL people who just want to be comfier (and again XL is really still a regular size). Like I have big boobs sure, but I also know of many people with bigger boobs. I bought 3 bralettes anyway to see if I could make any of them work and only 1 really did because it was stretchy and I'm fine with strapping my boobs down. If I was more sensitive to that though (like my sister who gets pressure hives) it wouldn't work at all, and again there are many people bigger than me in the world

I bring up this specific example because you know who really needs bras? People with big boobs. You know who bra brands don't cater to? Also people with big boobs. Like that is just reality, if your boobs are small or just smaller you can typically go braless with relative ease, and many with smaller boobs choose to wear bras largely to make their boobs look better or bigger. People with with big boobs though? We need bras to stop our boobs from hurting us, to stop them sagging and pulling our bodies with them, we need them because it is very obvious when we don't wear them and if you aren't try to draw that attention or are trying to be or appear professional you need a bra to avoid issues

Going in and getting measurements and having something altered isn't usually great either as most places have limited number of things that could be altered to fit. Still on the bra thing I went and was measured at a Nordstrom where they are supposed to be good and helpful about finding bras that can be altered to fit your size and they only had 2 bras that could be altered to fit me, a black and a beige, both with wires and padding which I already said I didn't want. And once more I have seen people with much bigger boobs!

Like this is a broken system that needs to be improved and not based on these dumb beauty standards and the idiotic and debunked notions that fat = unhealthy and lazy and is a personal choice and that even if that was the case that it means we deserve to be treated as less, and insisting that a company is doing great and is catering to plus sized people when they don't even reach the bare minimum I set above makes you part of the problem

P.S. to those who are going to claim that I've set the bar too high and that it should be 2XL or 3XL for the minimum understand that I am honestly not that big and again have seen, met, and know many who are larger than me and I wear 4XL. That is the bare minimum I set because if I was able to comfortably fit in 2XL or 3XL most probably wouldn't consider me plus sized anymore based on my appearance. This is the bare minimum because the reality is that 2XL and 3XL isn't that fat! And if you think people who wear those sizes are fat and that it's a problem then you should look inside yourself and confront the fact you are fatphobic. Also if you are fat and see this and have that same thought you should probably confront the internal bias you have set against other fat people that society plants in us all, you'll probably feel better in the long run if you do. The world is fucked and people are too, but we need to be a society where people aren't judged and degraded for stuff outside of their control and stuff that has no actual affect on others or harms them in any way, and this is a big part of that

#fatphobia #fat #plus sizes #plus sized #actually fat #brands #some bullshit #like i dont go to malls since they never have my size #but yeah stop acting like a brand that goes up to XL is plus size friendly

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pengiesama · 3 years ago

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A Ring for a Ring, a Sweet for the Sweet (Fic, TGCF, HC/XL)

Title: A Ring for a Ring, a Sweet for the Sweet Series: Heavenly Official’s Blessing (Tian Guan Ci Fu) Pairing: Hua Cheng/Xie Lian

Summary:

Just as Hua Cheng once gave him a ring to pledge him his life, Xie Lian gives Hua Cheng a ring to pledge him his hole.

Link: AO3

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Xie Lian was going into this birthday prepared. He had a plan in his head, a wish in his heart, and many thoughts cursing his dick.

This plan, this wish, this curse; it all started one fateful morning about a month ago. You see, the married life came with innumerable pleasures, and one of these was the comfort of a regular morning routine. Summarized, and truncated for length, it went a little like this:

Step 1: Wake up.

Step 2, Scenario A: San Lang pretending to be asleep, and refusing to break character until Xie Lian provided anywhere between seven to ten morning kisses.

Step 2, Scenario B: San Lang already awake, and distributing morning kisses to Xie Lian’s lips, neck, cock, and other such body parts that would benefit from the application of his tongue.

Step 3: The irrepressible cosmic consequence of either scenario outlined above.

Step 4, Scenario A: San Lang big spoon.

Step 4, Scenario B: Xie Lian big spoon.

Step 5: Helping each other wash, dress, and get ready for the day.

With Step 1 through Step 4, Scenario B completed, Xie Lian was helping his husband get ready before he had to scurry off to do a few errands. Check on the vegetable garden at the shrine, draw up a few new charms, pop over to the village’s market to see if there were any deals on, put an end to the demon who’d taken up residence in the hills two towns over and who was demanding maiden sacrifices…Xie Lian of course would answer the cries of those in need, but he did wonder, at times, why people were calling upon the God of Scrap-Collecting to slay evil (or at least rough up evil, followed by a stern talking-to). Shouldn’t they be calling upon him for blessings in happening upon excellent and thrifty finds? Ah, well. Always in service of the people.

The lacquered black comb sank thickly into Hua Cheng’s hair, and slid through like a ship through water. Silver chimed with the motions of Xie Lian’s arm. Lately, he’d taken to warming up Hua Cheng’s silver accessories before helping his husband put them on…underneath his sleeping robe, against his bare skin, he was currently sporting one of Hua Cheng’s heavy necklaces and silver belts. Xie Lian never liked the initial cold shock of jewelry against his skin when he was young; brief as the feeling was before his body heat warmed the metal, it was a petty annoyance he always dreaded each morning while still cranky and disoriented from sleep. His poor San Lang had no such respite, with his body’s ghostly chill. Thus, Xie Lian wanted to save his husband such an unpleasantness before a long day of managing his city.

There was, of course, the minor matter that Hua Cheng tended to wear quite a lot of accessories. (And he seemed to only be expanding this tendency after Xie Lian took up the warming habit.) After the necklace and belt were taken care of, he still needed to warm up the bracelets and rings (unthinkable to wear those while tending to San Lang’s beautiful hair), then the earrings and hair accessories, and then the vambraces; these were tricky, and required one-on-one attention. The silver butterflies nesting within the vambraces got excited very easily when Xie Lian touched their home, and if he wasn’t careful, he’d have an armful of butterflies and no vambrace to warm up.

Xie Lian could very easily spend the whole day at this, though his schedule didn’t allow it. Distracted by the movement of the comb through Hua Cheng’s hair, distracted by the low sounds of pleasure Hua Cheng made when Xie Lian absently ran his fingers through the strands, Xie Lian reached out to fumble for one of the many nearby jewelry boxes. Rings, San Lang did need rings to wear with his choice of ensemble today…

Xie Lian’s questing hand came back with a ring; that it was a ring was no question. But…Xie Lian’s brow furrowed as he examined it, turning it this way and that, the silver glinting in the bedroom light. Beautiful, with delicate engravings of blooming flowers across its surface, the quality silver thick and heavy in his palm. But this ring was much too large for his San Lang’s elegant, slender fingers, was it not? Though Xie Lian’s hands were smaller, they weren’t that much smaller, and he could fit both his thumbs inside it easily…

“Gege,” Hua Cheng purred, allowing his hair to fall over his shoulder in an alluring and altogether deliberate manner. “Did you find something you’d particularly like to see me in today?”

Hua Cheng’s gaze fell on the ring that Xie Lian was examining, and his confident, sly expression dropped all at once. His hand twitched, then fisted in his robes; as if he wanted to snatch away the ring but didn’t dare do so. Xie Lian blinked, confused.

“Is this a ring that San Lang wears while in a different skin?” Xie Lian asked. “It’s lovely, but seems much too big for San Lang’s…fing…er…”

Xie Lian trailed off, and the truth of the matter took root in his mind as his cheeks began to burn with a familiar heat. And oh, did those roots find eager and fertile soil.

Now, Xie Lian was inexperienced in bedroom matters, this much was true. But he was not stupid, and he also knew what his husband’s dick looked like at this point. This ring was indeed too large for Hua Cheng’s slender and elegant fingers. But it was just the right size to fit around the base of Hua Cheng’s thick, heavy cock.

“Your Highness,” Hua Cheng croaked. “This one apologizes for leaving such an item in—”

“This is a cock ring,” Xie Lian murmured, as if in a trance state, approaching a level of enlightenment not yet seen.

Hua Cheng’s physical form briefly flickered; hearing His Highness say such words so bluntly, with such an irresistibly flushed face, was very much like being struck by a divine force, staggering in its power. He took a deep breath to regain control of himself, and nodded.

“Yes,” Hua Cheng admitted. “This one is much ashamed to not be able to please His Highness as he deserves, on some nights. I crafted such a crude instrument in hopes that it would help with control, but it still is not up to the task, nor is it worthy of the honor of being used in His Highness’ bed…”

Xie Lian was brought back to reality long enough to refute such a self-abasing statement.

“San Lang always pleases me!” Xie Lian stated firmly. It wasn’t always about lasting for hours! It was about both of them enjoying the experience! First off, his San Lang lasted a perfect amount of time; secondly, even when he did come too fast, it just meant that Xie Lian had that much more come in him, and one of Xie Lian’s primary goals in his immortal life now was to be filled with as much of Hua Cheng’s come as physically possible. And if Xie Lian had to wait hours each time before Hua Cheng would finally come inside…

…but perhaps it was about the challenge. This was something a (formerly) martial god could understand. This was something that could overcome Xie Lian’s shyness, could reach deep within him and seize him by the heart and make him rise to the occasion. The buildup of his husband’s frustration and need, the challenge of overcoming the restriction of the ring, of riding Hua Cheng and filling him with so much pleasure that he would burst forth and break through – just as Hua Cheng had once done to free him from the bonds of his cursed shackles. (But like, with less dying afterwards. And with waaaaaay more come filling up Xie Lian’s insides.) Yes. Yes, this was a challenge Xie Lian was ready to help his San Lang face. They would do it together.

“I’m going to borrow this,” Xie Lian said. “Is that okay?”

“…as it pleases His Highness,” Hua Cheng replied, with no little confusion.

He’d find out soon enough.

Xie Lian worked tirelessly, during every free moment, to perfect this most important of spiritual relics: the Incorruptible Chastity Cock Ring. Although last year’s birthday present proved that his sewing skills left something to be desired (and his dear, sweet husband still insisted on wearing that ridiculous belt any chance he got), his metalworking skills, again, proved much more polished. Polished enough to make this ring even more of a sight to behold.

He’d amassed enough followers, and enough donations, to permit him to spend on sourcing quality metal for the project – he of course would not dip into Hua Cheng’s own art supplies, nor his purse. Though both were open to him at all times, that was hardly the spirit meant for a birthday gift! And thus, with silver that was not dug up out of his own grave this time, he’d set to work.

The expertly engraved ring now sported four fine silver chains, from which many chiming seed-shaped silver beads dangled. These silver chains were meant to drape alluringly across Hua Cheng’s muscular thighs and lean hips, and chime with every movement. The chains could be attached to any of Hua Cheng’s silver belts, which Xie Lian considered a very clever foresight on his own behalf. It would be very convenient, this way. (Though it would, of course, mean that a bit of warming up would be needed before he could dress San Lang for the occasion.)

The day of Hua Cheng’s birthday came, and the rush of adrenaline that was warding off Xie Lian’s shyness was beginning to wear off. What was he doing, presenting his husband with such a gift!? My darling, my one and only, my San Lang, here’s a cock ring that you made yourself because you come too fast in bed. Happy birthday! But Xie Lian tried to remember the goal here, the challenge, the pursuit of excellence. Those who ascended were ones who were capable of seeing beyond the limits of what was thought impossible. And Xie Lian so loved dressing Hua Cheng up before a hard day of work.

The moment the midnight hour struck, Ghost City was bright with cheers and fireworks. When Hua Cheng next stepped out of his residence, he would be greeted with a thousand congratulations and well-wishes: Lord Chengzhu, happy birthday!

Great Lord Mayor, happy eight-hundred-twenty-third! If’n I could count that high, I’d lop off the hands of eight hunn’erd twenny third sinners and deck these streets with ‘em!

What a waste of hands! Ya know you can fry those up, doncha!? Or sell them to tourists!

And an occasion such as this calls fer decadence! Like scattering hands all over the streets!! But, for now, Xie Lian had Hua Cheng all to himself.

“San Lang,” Xie Lian whispered into his ear, before kissing it. “Happy birthday. Would you like to open your present?”

Such an offer was a surefire way to get Hua Cheng to stop pretending to be asleep. In an instant, Xie Lian was tackled onto his back on the bed, and pinned in place by the press of Hua Cheng’s lean body and the insistent lips against his own.

“Gege is too kind,” Hua Cheng sighed between kisses. “Too generous. For days I’ve been thinking of nothing but the birthday dinner you promised me, and now gege is telling me that he’s got more gifts up his sleeves?”

Seizing upon the opportunity provided by the wording, Hua Cheng’s greedy hands snuck up the sleeves of Xie Lian’s sleeping robes, squeezing and groping at his arms as he went. The right idea, but the wrong direction…

“It’s…um…” Xie Lian trailed off, his cheeks flaring red. He had a planned script for this. Something about a ring for a ring, sweets for the sweet. The lines were lost to him now. But the intent certainly was not.

Slowly, shyly, Xie Lian slid a hand down the front of his own robes. Hua Cheng’s eye followed the movement raptly, and his touch grew heavier on Xie Lian’s bicep. Taking a moment to steel his courage, Xie Lian ran his fingers along the tie of his robe once, twice, before tugging at it to loosen it and let his robes slip open.

“I wanted to make sure it was warm enough for San Lang to wear comfortably,” Xie Lian explained softly.

Silver glinted through the part of his robe. One of Hua Cheng’s silver belts hung around Xie Lian’s hips, flush against his bare skin. Chiming silver chains dangled from it, leading the eye downward to where they joined at that thick, heavy engraved silver ring. It really was much too big for one’s finger, and still a bit too big for Xie Lian’s own cock. He feared it looked a bit silly – even half-hard as he was, it was clear that there was no way he’d fill it out. Of course, Hua Cheng would have no trouble.

Hua Cheng stared openly, blatantly; hungrily and open-mouthed. His grip on Xie Lian’s bicep was bruising.

“…Your Highness,” he eventually managed to say. His voice was low and raw enough to send a shiver through Xie Lian’s limbs, to make those silver beads chime with the motion of his bare legs sliding against the silk sheets. “Your graciousness knows no bounds. This humble follower doesn’t deserve such a magnificent gift.”

Xie Lian took Hua Cheng’s face in his hands, cradled his cheeks between his palms. He leaned in to press a kiss between Hua Cheng’s brows.

“My husband,” he murmured against Hua Cheng’s skin, his breath warm. “Deserves many such magnificent things.”

The kiss that followed was deep and slow, and full of a wet heat that took Xie Lian from half-hard to fully rigid. The ring still slid off with ease, though Hua Cheng’s fingers were so careful and gentle and slow in their ministrations to remove it that Xie Lian could have cried (or laughed, really) in frustration. Hua Cheng was equally slow and deliberate while undoing the belt tied around Xie Lian’s waist, taking his time, dipping his fingers underneath the belt while he worked to feel the heat radiating off Xie Lian’s abdominals.

“San Lang,” groaned Xie Lian.

Hua Cheng chuckled weakly, and kissed Xie Lian’s throat in recompense. “Gege’s patience is appreciated. I have to wait for my blood to cool before I can wield his gift.”

Xie Lian blinked, curious. “Oh? Is that how it works? Much ashamed, I’ve not much experience. But that does make sense, considering the intent…”

It was Hua Cheng’s turn to groan, and he punctuated it with a dramatic collapse into the pillows next to Xie Lian’s head.

“Gege is not helping with the blood cooling,” Hua Cheng grumbled, with affection clear in the accusation.

“My sincerest apologies,” Xie Lian replied, not sorry at all.

It took some long, painfully and deliciously slow minutes – drawn out by their refusal to stop kissing for the duration – before Hua Cheng’s cock softened enough to slide the ring on. Xie Lian, too, went slowly, carefully, guided by Hua Cheng’s slightly-trembling fingers and the glide of oil to ease any discomfort. When the work was done, Xie Lian squirmed out from under Hua Cheng to survey his handiwork.

His San Lang looked so lovely. The sheen of the oil on his cock, the glinting silver decorating the thick base and draping artfully across his strong thighs. The delicate chimes looked ticklish against his balls; Xie Lian reached out a hand to brush his knuckles against the velvety soft skin there and was rewarded by a delicious groan and squirm.

Oh, before he forgot…there was indeed one more surprise that Xie Lian had for the birthday boy. When he’d set to work on this precious spiritual tool, he’d added some features...

Xie Lian traced both hands along the silver chains, and they shivered with spiritual energy. Hua Cheng wore a priceless expression of shock on his face for a brief moment as he felt the pulse of energy, but had no further opportunity to react before the cock ring itself pulsed once, twice, thrice, more. It continued to pulse around Hua Cheng’s cock in time with the racing beat of Xie Lian’s heart. With each pulse, Hua Cheng’s hips jerked upward involuntarily; with each jerk, those silver chimes rang melodiously. Hua Cheng’s mouth hung open wordlessly, his eye glazed with pleasure that stole his sight and sense.

Very convenient, indeed. Xie Lian could probably just leave him like this and go about his daily errands, secure in the thought that his husband would be waiting for him in bed at home, desperate for relief after hours of tension that threatened to snap him in two. But that wouldn’t be particularly kind to do to him today. The birthday boy would have his release in due time, with only as much teasing as Xie Lian could bear.

“Did I warm it up well enough for San Lang’s comfort?” Xie Lian asked, stretching himself out along Hua Cheng’s side as he jerked and twitched. He stroked his palm along Hua Cheng’s lovely pectorals, down his stomach. He pressed the back of his hand to the silver belt to test its temperature. Xie Lian hmmed thoughtfully and moved to toy with one of the silver chains. “I suppose it’s still a bit chilly. Will you ever forgive me?”

“H…Hhh-highne…ssss…” Hua Cheng managed to slur out, then let out an animalistic moan as the pulses around his cock grew in intensity. Xie Lian made a comforting noise, and kissed Hua Cheng’s temple soothingly. His poor San Lang. It couldn’t be helped; the cock ring’s pulses were tied to Xie Lian’s heartbeat, and there was no controlling that when he was with Hua Cheng.

Xie Lian decided, there and then, that it was time to test the integrity (and the Incorruptible Chastity) of this spiritual artifact. He’d prepared himself before waking Hua Cheng; he thanked himself profusely for this foresight, as he doubted he had the patience to do it now and could hardly ask Hua Cheng to do all the work today. He already had enough to deal with right now.

Hua Cheng’s hands, previously fisted in the silk bedsheets in a vain attempt at controlling himself, flew to seize Xie Lian’s waist as Xie Lian moved to straddle him. Any protests died in his throat as the tip of his cock pressed into Xie Lian’s entrance, already warm and willing and ready. Xie Lian sighed in relief at the stretch and the fullness, and bounced and wriggled his hips until Hua Cheng’s cock was in him fully. He could feel the slight coolness of the silver ring against the rim of his hole, could feel the pulsations of the ring inside and out. Xie Lian gave a full-body shiver, and almost absentmindedly lifted the crystal ring around his neck up to his lips to kiss. The gesture grounded him, it soothed him, it—

“Your Highness…”

The warning growl of that title came too little, too late. Driven mad by the beat of Xie Lian’s heart and the burning heat of his body, Hua Cheng’s grip on Xie Lian’s waist became completely ungentle. His fingers gripped with bruising force, and he bounced Xie Lian on his cock with harsh, fast motions; endlessly chasing a release that would not come, to the tune of chiming silver chains. He pounded as deep into him as he could reach, and seemed as if he could hardly stand having even an inch of him not inside. It was all Xie Lian could do to hold onto Hua Cheng’s shoulders, to hold himself steady even as his thigh muscles began to burn with the strain, to let Hua Cheng fuck into him and use his body as a tool for his pleasure.

The first time Xie Lian came, it only left him hungry for more. The fifth time left him lying limp and slack, sprawled on his back as Hua Cheng’s cock continued to relentlessly fuck him, in and out, with no signs of stopping or slowing. Xie Lian’s insides ached to be soothed by the rush of Hua Cheng’s come. After the eighth time, with his face now pressed into a pillow and Hua Cheng’s cock still tirelessly pumping his prone body, chimes still jingling as brightly and eagerly as they had at the start, Xie Lian himself began to beg for that as well.

“S-s-sssan Lang…” Xie Lian could hardly get the words out, his tongue felt thick and heavy and useless in his mouth. “S-san Lang, need…need it…”

Hua Cheng moaned against Xie Lian’s neck, and briefly paused in his efforts to cover every inch of it with bite marks and hickies. His mouth moved to Xie Lian’s ear; biting it once before he spoke into it, sounding rich and low and just as wrecked as Xie Lian.

“Anything His Highness needs, anything, anything, I’ll give it – mnnnhh, mmm – oh, Your Highness, Your Highness is so good to me, so good to this San Lang…mmh, feels so perfect inside, does it feel as good for gege? Is he ready to come again for me?”

Xie Lian let out a desperate moan as Hua Cheng expertly adjusted his angle to aim his thrusts against that spot inside of him. He wouldn’t last much longer, he wouldn’t, he couldn’t, and he didn’t think he’d be able to stay conscious for round ten. And Hua Cheng still hadn’t come even once inside of him – Xie Lian could endure many hardships, but this was too much, too much!

“San Lang! I want it, I want that!” Xie Lian wailed with the desperation of a dying man. “Ah-ahhhh, I need it, I need you to give it all to me, please, please, won’t you please – ohh! Please, please have mercy, San Lang-gege, please have mercy and fill me up…”

Xie Lian’s heart was racing like a parade drum. He could only imagine the mayhem being wrought upon his husband’s dick by the cock ring’s enchantment. But he trusted his husband – he trusted him to break through, break through with him and see the limits of the highest heavens –

Hua Cheng let out a shout and a shockwave of spiritual energy strong enough to blow back the curtains on the bed, and released into Xie Lian enough come that Xie Lian felt his stomach grow taut with it. He felt his eyes roll back into his head, and let himself pass out midway through his ninth orgasm.

His conscious mind swam back after some time, and he found himself bundled against Hua Cheng’s strong chest. Morning was just breaking outside the window, but today was a day for sleeping in. Xie Lian breathed in his husband’s scent and let himself be lulled back to sleep. He still had to make that birthday dinner today, and needed to regain his strength.

“Oh? Did something happen out here?”

While things were stewing, Xie Lian needed to make a quick run to the market to pick up some supplies he’d forgotten. Outside of Paradise Manor, he found Yin Yu with a broom, sweeping a path through the severed hands that had been scattered on the road outside. If Xie Lian were to make a rough estimate, there were approximately eleven hundred sixty-seven of them. There was also a crudely written banner hung in the blossoming trees on the roadside, that read: HAPPAY BARTH DAY LARD CHENGZHU.

“They do try, don’t they?” Xie Lian said to Yin Yu, fondly. “Once I’m back from the market, I’ll help you clean up out here.”

“They do try,” Yin Yu agreed. “And no, no, Your Highness has business to attend to.”

Xie Lian smiled and gave a grateful bow. “Your Highness Yin Yu is welcome to join us for dinner. I’ll save some stew for him! Please don’t hesitate to drop by later.”

Yin Yu watched as Xie Lian expertly stepped around the hands littering the streets, then disappeared into the bustle of the Ghost City market. He gave a deep, resigned sigh and returned to sweeping.

#天官赐福 #tgcf #heavenly official's blessing #tian guan ci fu #hualian #a tenderly crafted fanfiction

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pinehutch · 5 years ago

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(Thoughts about living in a body, some things are tagged but also, content warning for like, extreme self-indulgence and a whole lot of words.)

Pull up a chair (god knows I have), and let me tell you about living in my body.

Something always hurts. You are 38 years old; of course something always hurts, but sometimes what hurts is the reassuring prick and hot-cold lance of the Sunday evening injection site. Prick of the upper thigh, show some leg, know that your fingers will unfurl in the morning in a way that’s pulled along by your intent.

You look younger than you are, if you are not too tired, if you have dyed your hair to hide the silver that started coming in at 22, if you’re performing the right kind of agelessness. The skin on your face has faint freckles and very rarely any blemishes, faint lines on your forehead since your mid-teens. One slightly dark spot that you’re keeping an eye on, that you remember to keep an eye on only for 2 minutes every day, while you’re brushing your teeth. You resolve to keep an eye on it. You forget by morning.

It is a good face. It has nice eyes, and a rosy mouth, and a pleasant structure. You’re not exactly proud of it, or your hair, but you’re on decent, civil terms with the above-the-bust zones. You know that not wearing makeup is a privilege you have, that other people spend money and time and energy on makeup to appear to have it as good as you do. People will say kind things, and strangers may smile when they see you.

You still wish you knew what to do with makeup. You still wish you could signal, here I am, look at me, I am trying to tell you something with this face. You are not in control of what your face is saying to people. The consequences of this lack of control are presenting an appearance unrelenting openness. Strangers may talk to you when they see you.

Strangers! They have so many opinions! They will see you walking to and fro, and they will say to themselves, I believe that is a woman, and they will say to themselves, I have an opinion about this womanish person, this body, and they will say to you you gorgeous and you fat slut and you stuckup and you freak and you tits, you red hair, you hips. They will offer you a ride in their van (oh my god, their van), and will follow you for three blocks to ask if you have a husband, and they will shyly approach you in the produce section, and they tell you about their friend who is A Big Girl, Too, and they will throw pornographic comments at you on your second meeting, they will insist you do not need that size jean, and they will spit in front of you as you try to keep your head down, to keep moving.

They have watched you at the gym, and they have laughed at you. (They don’t matter, and they are few and far between.)

(Every now and then they will give you thoughtful compliments sometimes, on the things that you’ve chosen. You should always give thoughtful and appropriate compliments to people, when you can.)

Your body does not feel like it is yours alone. It is you, but it is not yours alone. It is a public and a private, personal nuisance. A man on the subway bumps against your ass four times in two stops. A woman on an airplane looks grim when that ass means you wrap an extender around your hips, pushed up up out of the seat. (Ha, seat.) Your shoulders are broad and you go to a show in a lovely old theatre and the whole time, you are curling, curling, curling inwards. You are muscle and bone, and you are trying to be a flower, folding petal-soft and unobtrusive.

You cannot be unobtrusive. You simply do not fit. You have clothing in a range of 8 different sizes and you could wear all of it on the same day. Every dress is too short.

Your body can be useful. Yes, it hurts, and it’s tired, and sometimes even the gentle push of your hands through the water for thirty minutes means your fingers will ache for a day and a half. You can’t always open a jar without a knife, but you can lift a heavy object onto a high shelf. Can anybody reach that? You can. You can walk for miles in the city dragging fifty pounds of luggage and you will even recover. You can, on a good day, manage a seven-k trail, or ramble in the woods for some hours. You can carry the potting soil up to the third floor deck and fill the planters. You cannot climb out of the pool without a ladder, or you will limp for the rest of the week, and wear wrist braces.

You can manage. You can live in your too-tall, too-broad, too-strong, too-fragile body, and you can live well in it, when it is only one part of you.

You live in the world. You live in the world and so much of it is spurred by hatred and money and the money you spend to stop hating yourself. When you are 20-something, you start looking for alternatives. (You think you are looking for cute clothes; you find new ways of thinking, about your body, about all bodies, about bodies which are people. You find some cute clothes, too. Seeing the forest doesn’t take you out of it.) You learn that there are people who have functionally stopped hating themselves. You stop, functionally, hating yourself for being the body that you are.

It gets easier, for a while. It never goes away, but it does get easier, and you learn so much about how you can be a person, a person who is and who has and who lives in a body, and never only any one thing. You practice telling yourself that every body is a good body, even while you read deeper and wider and realize that not everyone can feel that their body is a good body. Even if all of those systems and people and rules that say this body is good but this body is not good were not in place, not everyone can feel that their body is a good body. Some bodies aren’t even very successful at their primary function (i.e. being alive). Some bodies hurt all of the time.

Ten years later, and your body becomes one of the kinds of bodies with above-average premature mortality rates. It becomes one of the kinds of bodies where something hurts, all of the time. For a time, you cannot manage very well at all. You cry a lot, because you are in pain, and you are frightened, and nothing works, and you lose a year of your life to hands locked in fists and panic attacks and vomiting up different combinations of meds. The (terrible) social worker will tell you that heels are not a part of anyone’s identity, and ask if you’ve tried eating kale. Your mother will say that you should lose weight; you do not walk on your hands, though. Your father will tell you that the same disease is in his wife’s lungs. Your boss will tell you, with kind eyes, about the long-term disability accommodations available to you (it’s only a forty per cent salary cut). The pamphlet will tell you that statistically, you will not be able to work for more than 10 years from this point. People who love you will kindly remind you that you had been working too much, volunteering too much, and that stress is probably a triggering cause.

You will leave that year behind. You will leave it, walking and swimming and carrying on. You will dance in the shower again. You will learn to speak up when you are in crisis. You will never wholly stop feeling betrayed, and it is impossible to tell where the betrayal came from: did your body betray the you-of-your-mind, by detonating the sleeping danger in your genetics? Or did your mind betray that you-of-your-body, by pressing too hard on the seal holding back that self-immolating flame? It’s a never-ending, tedious dialogue. (Is it my fault? It is my fault. Is it my fault it is my fault is it my fault it is.)

You will learn to smile at your reflection again. People will say, you are beautiful, and you will know it is true for them, and that if you are beautiful like a whale, like an iceberg, like a thornbush, like a moonroad, like a forest, like anything lovely and grand and untouchable and inhuman - at least you can take comfort in good company. You try to turn that misty gaze upon yourself.

You would like to look at yourself in the mirror and see only a person. You would like to look in the mirror and see only a you-who-is-whole. You will, you resolve. One day you will.

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So, I’ve been tired beyond tired this week. I’m sleep-deprived and not clear-headed, and this was terrifying to write, but it comes from a place that is as honest as I can make it. In frank terms, I’m 178 cm tall, and right now my every piece of clothing I’m wearing is a ‘straight size’ XXL and made of super soft jersey, because I’m in my pyjamas. My wardrobe ranges from a regular XL to “I got this wool coat made-to-measure because nothing else would cover my hips without falling off my shoulders.”

The thing is: I started consciously and deliberately seeking out information on body positivity and on fat acceptance in, I dunno, 2002? 2003? I learned so much from intersectional feminists on the internet who were having complicated and often very personal conversations about bodies in general, and about ‘fat’ bodies in particular (what’s a fat body, anyway? what’s a tall one?), and then about the ways fatness intersects with race, gender, class, and ability besides. By the time I got to thirty, I was genuinely relieved to not be wasting energy hating myself on a daily basis.

And I mostly don’t, still, most of the time. I’ve never quite ‘gotten over’ the sense of bruised identity that comes with a chronic illness, and the way that having a body that is physically more vulnerable has made me feel more mentally and emotionally vulnerable to the kind of social weapons that we/they use against our/each other’s bodies. I continue to do the work of trying to be neutral-to-positive about my body (it’s just me! it has no more or less moral weight than any other body! neat!), but when I feel generally worn-down and otherwise a bit hyper-aware of bodies, it’s really, really hard.

At least once a day for the last several weeks I have had to stop whatever I’ve been doing when, unprompted, a thought like “it is impossible for someone to want you” or “you are, objectively, disgusting” crosses my mind. (I don’t know why my inner critic is so formal! Just a super-big jerk, really.) I think in words, so it comes just like that, in clear and precise words, and I have to stop and interrupt myself. Usually this is just a pause, and a shake of my head, and a breath, and I throw myself back into whatever has been otherwise occupying me.

It’s fine - it’s mostly fine. Maybe this is normal, maybe this is how everyone experiences their physicality and their subjectivity. And it will be better in the morning, so now I’ll stretch my hands and fingers, and rest.

#body issues #negative self talk #chronic illness #internalized fatphobia #street harassment #personal #all opinions and experiences are very very much my own and I hope yours are better and more gentle for you #long ass post that is not at all proof read sorry

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Mars, Gemini, Supernova? It's good to see you active on here again btw, hope i'm ok saying that :)

Thanks for asking!! + Yeah, I’m trying to avert my thoughts on something even though I still don’t have any inspiration to write anything creative and I’m losing followers over that (and that’s why I tend to be quiet rather than active if I’m not active with writing at that moment because people always get pissed that I’m not publishing any writing here for a while and just talk about other things). But I’m glad most people understand c:

Mars: What’s your sexuality?

- I’m not sure :D I usually have a crush on fictional men, but sometimes women too, and very rarely on real people (my last and only irl crush in my entire lifetime was 7 years ago...). But I’m not sure that if those fictional characters were real, would I still have a crush on them?? I always play with the thought of them coming alive and living with me but I feel like the moment they were alive, my crush would fade away.

A while ago I came across the term fictosexual though soooo that could be it?

Gemini: Favourite song?

- I don’t believe I have one at the moment that I knowingly love above others?? But my Spotify says my most listened songs lately have been Pokka by Irina (link to the lyrics in English) and LOST IN THE ECHO by Linkin Park.

Supernova: What’s one thing you want to do before you die?

- I know I’m boring but I don’t know this either. I really don’t have any bigger life goals at the moment. Little things which don’t matter in life in a bigger scale, I have plenty but not anything like “I’d like to go to save dolphins”-kind.

Like I’ve been wanting to lose weight to be in “normal weight” for the longest time because being overweight isn’t good for me when we’re looking at my medication + my family medical history combo (I could easily get diabetes, heart problems etc). + Finding nice clothes is hell when your size is XXL/XXXL as a person who doesn’t really enjoy shopping. But achieving normal weight isn’t too far away anymore because I’ve worked on that so hard and it’s been paying off, most of my XL shirts are too big for me, though I’m quite tall too so some L shirts could be crop tops if I started to use them when I’m at normal weight. I started to rapidly gain weight when I was 12 because my medications combined with puberty slowed my metabolism down so much, but 2 years ago I realized that I have to do something so I decided that I’m going for a walk every single day, or at least 3 times in a week. I got a sports clock and this year alone I’ve walked almost 200 km (124 miles) :D

Ask games to ease out my thoughts: 1 | 2

#asks #anon

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The Top 5 Best Mattress Toppers for Dorm Room

It’s that time of the year again and move in date is fast approaching for millions of eager college freshman. To help ease the transition from loving home to dormitory living, we have a list of the top five best mattress toppers for dorm rooms. There’s really no reason a dorm room bed can’t be as comfortable as the bed at home. Our aim is to provide information and assist in making the transition as painless as possible. The Essentials First, get input from your student. Do they have any special requests or needs such as a tendency to sweat, health concerns, easy to clean, portability, extra comfort? Next, most dorm beds are one size fits all type of bed, usually a twin XL bed frame. Be sure to size your mattress topper and accessories accordingly. Density and Thickness Overall, density and thickness are two of the most important criteria when choosing a mattress topper. Typically, a thinner, less dense topper is more firm and provides less overall comfort and support than a thicker and higher density mattress topper. Our recommendation is usually based on size and body type of the individual. A small-framed person weighing somewhere between 150 to 175 lbs. would be comfortable on a 2 inch thick and 2-3 pound/cubic ft. density range mattress topper. An average-sized person between 175 and 200 lbs. would be more comfortable on a mattress topper of 3” thick having a density range of 3 to 4. For persons up to 250 lbs., a 4” thick topper with a density range of 4 to 6 should be sufficient. Individual tastes overrule this guideline of course. It’s always best to ask the student anfd looking for the best mattress below 500 Along with picking the best mattress topper, we recommend performing an obligatory inspection of the bed when first arriving. Does it show wear and tear or signs of abuse? Is the bed frame structurally sound? Noisy? Does the mattress have any strange smells? Sagging or lumpy? Ask for a new mattress if needed. Be sure to notify the resident administration if you are unhappy with the bed. Types of Mattress Toppers Latex Foam Mattress Topper Most latex foam toppers are made from two types of materials; natural or synthetic. The most common natural latex is which is derived from rubber trees whereas synthetic are comprised of a variety of man-made yet rubber like material. Even “natural latex” products can be comprised of a mixture of natural and synthetic materials though. Be sure to inquire about the composition of any latex mattress topper you might be interested in purchasing. Pros Naturally hypo-allergenic mold, bacterial and bug resistant very durable, long lasting materials door frees Can be very expensive remains heat Extra firmness Recommended for: Persons with allergies who need a very durable, long lasting topper and willing to pay more. Our recommendation: Ultimate Dreams Twin XL 3” Talalay Latex Mattress Topper Memory Foam Mattress Topper Memory foam mattress toppers are generally the most popular form. Most are made of polyurethane material. Some are infused with a gel-like material to dissipate heat. Thickness and density vary widely with 3-4 inch thickness and 3-4 lb. density to be the most popular. Durability is very good as well. Memory foam toppers tend to last 3 to 4 years on average, depending on use and body type. Pros Soft yet supportive-conforms to shape of body relieves pressure points-great for those with health concerns motion isolation properties- reduces movement on bed when changing positions Returns to original shape after use Cons Some have an unpleasant but harmless smell called off-gassing. Let the topper air out for 24 hrs. Body compression into thicker foam toppers can restrict movement or give a sinking feeling price can be relatively expensive based on quality and type recommended for: Those needing maximum comfort and support and wish to stay cool.

Our recommendation: LUCID 3-Inch Gel Memory Foam Mattress Topper Twin XL Fiberbed Mattress Topper Fiberbed mattress toppers are the man-made alternative to down-filled toppers. Instead of using down feathers, fiberbed toppers use a polyester fiber. Fiberbed Mattress toppers retain all the advantages of down-filled toppers such as softness, warmth and overall comfort without the drawbacks of conventional down-fill. The main advantage fiber bed toppers have over natural down-filled is durability. The feathers in down-filled toppers tend to clump together after use. Sometimes the feather quills will poke through the material causing some discomfort. Regular fluffing up is a must for natural down-filled toppers. Fiberbed mattress toppers tend to retain their shape and density much longer. Fiberbed toppers are much easier to clean as well. Most are machine washable. For ultimate comfort and softness, choose a bed with a fill rating of 50+ or higher. Fiberbed toppers are an excellent choice for a dorm room mattress topper. Pros Durability Hypoallergenic Inexpensive Easy to Clean

Cons Retains heat depending on materials – not optimal for people who sweat when sleeping hard to find in Twin XL size recommended for: People who want to maximize softness, comfort and warmth without sacrificing durability. Our recommendation: Pinzon Hypoallergenic Overfilled Micro plush Mattress Topper-Twin Extra-Long Down-filled Mattress Topper Down-filled mattress toppers are THE original toppers. They have been around forever. Many of us have fond memories of visiting grandparents who used down-filled materials on their bedding and mattresses. John Denver even wrote song about “Grandma’s Featherbed”. What made them so popular? The advantages of comfort and warmth when using down-filled toppers were far superior to anything else at the time. The wide availability of down-fill allowed it to become very popular. Almost everyone ad access to the materials. Down-filled mattress toppers do have a few shortcomings though. First, the feathers tend to clump together after use. Modern design methods such as boxing patterns have diminished this, but it still occurs. Frequent fluffing up is required to keep down-filled toppers a uniform shape. The feathers quills can poke through the material causing some discomfort. Also, down-filled toppers are notoriously hard to keep clean. You cannot machine wash a down-filled topper. Also, any accidental liquid spilled on a down-filled topper will cause damage. It’s best not to use this type of mattress toppers if there’s a chance it will get wet. Pros Will keep you warm during those cold winter nights Soft and comfortables Requires frequent fluffing up to disperse feathers and reduce clumping either quills can poke through causing discomfort hard to clean not spill resistant Recommended for: Those who seek comfort and warmth above all else and don’t mind the high maintenance. Our recommendation: 5″ Twin XL Goose Down Mattress Topper Featherbed / Feather Bed Baffled Convoluted Foam Mattress Topper Convoluted foam mattress toppers are the “egg crate” type of foam topper we’ve all seen. Most of us associate convoluted mattress toppers with hospitals because of the widespread use in various medical facilities. The main advantage of convoluted foam mattress toppers is the reduced pressure points against your body. They are the most comfortable for those who cannot move freely or change positions while in bed. Convoluted toppers tend to be cooler because air circulates much better through the foam impressions. Another reason hospitals use convoluted foam is the ease of use. Convoluted foam toppers are easy to clean, portable, and inexpensive. Many of the attributes of convoluted foam mattress toppers are ideal for dorm room mattress toppers. Students who plan on staying in dorms for a short time need an inexpensive, durable, easy to clean topper and convoluted foam mattress toppers are the best choice. Pros Relief of pressure points-very comfortable Increased air circulation over conventional foam mattress toppers easy to clean Inexpensive Greater Portability

Cons Extra firmness durable than other types of mattress toppers does not diminish movement from others recommended for: Someone looking for an inexpensive, portable, easy to clean topper that is extra firm but still relieves pressure points. Our recommendation: iPedic 2″ Twin Extra Long Convoluted Gel Memory Foam Topper Getting the Total Package Now we’ve determined the bed to be in fine shape, let’s round out the package with a few other essentials. First, a mattress cover is absolutely required. Disinfect the mattress and wrap it with a high-quality cover and you will have the foundation in place. Next, place your new mattress topper on the bed. Cover the mattress and topper with a comfortable mattress pad. Cotton mattress pads usually work best. Now, splurge for a set of high thread count bed sheets, pillows and a nice comforter and you are all set. Final Thoughts Selecting the best mattress topper for any dorm room is ultimately a personal choice. Some want ultimate comfort. Others may have medical issues that require a specific type to be chosen. Some may only want that extra layer between themselves and the mattress. The wide selection of mattress toppers available today allows almost everyone to find the perfect topper for their needs. We hope our recommendations have assisted in finding the best mattress topper for you. Whatever your son or daughter needs, remember a dorm room bed can be just as comfortable as home. They will know you love them when you take time and effort to ensure their dorm bed is extra comfy

#dorm #mattress #500

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dovechim · 6 years ago

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thy cup runneth over (m)

➾ jeon jungkook x reader, mentions of ot7 x reader

➾ 2.2k

➾ warnings: dirty talk, name calling, mentions of polyamory relationships, hand jobs, lots of cum

➾ jungkook needs help with his dick cup in his pants.

➾ a/n: please dont ask what this was. i dont even know myself anymore :”)

The dressing room is an absolute mess. People running around like chickens with their heads cut off, clothes strewn everywhere, shoes all over the floor just waiting to trip someone. It’s always like this before showtime, all hell breaks loose and you really feel like one of these days you might actually trip over a boot that Namjoon left lying around and break your neck.

“Hey where’s my right shoe?” Namjoon yells from the other room with a jacket half on his lanky frame, a dozen makeup artists hovering around him to make sure he doesn’t mess up his hair.

You toss the shoe to him, muttering under your breath about how no one ever uses the shoe racks provided before going back to helping Yoongi with his jacket. It’s a slight struggle to get the sparkly blazer over his frame, and you can’t help but notice how much broader he has grown since the start of the tour. Even his biceps feel a lot thicker when you grasp them on pretence of helping him with his jacket.

“I know, I know…” Yoongi grumbles under his breath before you can say anything. “I’ll slim down from now on. The golden brat’s been dragging me to his workouts lately.”

“What?” You frown and put your hands on his shoulders, turning him to face you fully. “Who said you could do that? You look nice like this. If you want to bulk up, just do it. I’ll just alter your jackets.”

A brief hint of a smile ghosts across his lips as he brushes his thumb against your elbow in thanks, adjusting his earpiece before his attention is stolen away by a stage manager. You’re just staring after his ass that seems to fill out his pants so much better now when a shout interrupts you.

“Noona, come help me with this,” a demanding voice calls from the other side of the room behind the privacy screen.

Sighing regretfully, you tear your gaze away from Yoongi’s ass- it almost seems to rival Jimin’s now- as you head towards the corner of the room. “What is it- oh my god!”

You immediately close your eyes and whirl around to prevent yourself from seeing anything unholy, putting your hand over your eyes for extra protection. “Jungkook- why the fuck are your pants down?”

It’s not like you aren’t used to things like these, after all, when working with a bunch of sweaty boys under a time limit, things tend to get a little R rated sometimes. But you haven’t actually seen any of them in the flesh, thank god. And if you have anything to say about it, Jeon Jungkook’s will not be the first dick that you see.

“Put some fucking pants on!” You hiss with your back still turned. “For fuck’s sake!”

“I can’t,” Jungkook whines from behind you.

“Everyone’s nearly ready to go and you’re still- come on Jeon, you have to be on in ten!” You turn around carefully with your hand still over your eyes. “Is it safe? Can I look?”

“Noona, I can’t put my pants on,” Jungkook repeats again in a calm voice, and you peek in between your fingers, careful to keep your eyes strictly above chin level. “I can’t put my pants on, I need help with my cup.”

Occasionally the boys have to wear pants without underwear because they’re too tight, and usually they wear athletic cups for a little support. It’s a well-known fact in this industry and no one really makes a big deal about it, you’ve never had to deal with it head on like this before. None of the boys have ever explicitly asked for help in dealing with something as private as this before, and you have to admit that you’re at a loss for words.

Jungkook has the gall to smirk at you as he glances down at his crotch before meeting your eyes again. He lifts an expectant brow as he crosses his arms. “Like you said, we don’t have much time, so if I were you, Noona…”

You close your eyes and sigh briefly. “What’s the problem with it? What do you need help with, specifically? Do I have to… touch it?”

“It’s too small,” Jungkook says simply. “I need a bigger cup. Can you get me one?”

“What?” You narrow your eyes and almost glance down, but manage to stop yourself just in time. “Haven’t you always used the same one? Why would you need a bigger one all of a sudden?”

His answer is simple, and it sets your blood boiling. Jungkook shrugs. “Puberty.”

You hit him over the head hard, and feel no remorse for it whatsoever. “Puberty stopped for you years ago, you stupid punk.”

“Well, unless you want me to go out there with my dick hanging out…” Jungkook sighs as he makes a move to leave the privacy screen, and you panic, placing your hands on his chest and pushing him back in.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back,” you glare at him before sprinting to the supplies room.

You don’t get paid enough for this. But you need your job, need to pay off that stack of bills waiting for you at home, need that tiny bit of enjoyment that comes from ordering a new bag online, amongst other things.

“Get me an XL cup, noona!” He yells over the chaos of the entire room, and heat singes your cheeks when the Taehyung whoops in approval.

“If he needs XL, I’ll need XXL!” Seokjin retorts in response, turning towards you and unbuttoning his pants, causing you to shriek and close your eyes in fear, nearly crashing into someone else.

“Woah, hey, be careful,” a pair of hands grabs your shoulders and you carefully open your eyes only to see Jimin’s warm smile.

“God, Jimin, sorry,” you breathe out as you make to step around him, but Jimin doesn’t let go.

“XL cup for Jungkookie? You know I’m using the only XL cup we have, right?” Jimin smirks as he pushes his bangs off his forehead. You actually feel your throat dry up at the sight of his piercing gray eyes, but then you snap back to your senses and push him aside.

“Shut up, Park, we all know you’re a medium on a good day,” you brush past him and push open the supplies room door. What is it with these boys today? It’s like all of them are suddenly the horny teenagers that they really are and they’re breathing down your neck.

You rummage around in a few boxes for a while before you come across the right one, full of athletic cups for various sizes. As you sift through them all, it’s painfully obvious that they’re mostly mediums and larges, a few smalls here and there, but no XLs, much less XXLs. You wonder if you can really send Jungkook out there without a cup, but what are you supposed to do if you can’t find a size for him? Even ordering a cup online would take a few days at the minimum.

You’re almost at the bottom of the box with no luck when you pull out a few plastic packages to check the sizes, and to your relief, one of them reads XL. Shoving the box back into place, you race back into the main dressing room, checking your watch to make sure you still have enough time.

Jungkook is still waiting with his pants down behind the privacy screen when you shove the cup at his chest.

“Hurry up, we’re out of time.”

“Can you help me with it?” Jungkook’s pleading voice stops you from leaving immediately, and he grabs your wrist with his other hand. “It’s hard to get it on by myself, and-“

You don’t get paid enough for this. You love your job. You love your job. You need your job.

Holding your breath, you turn around and steel yourself, glancing down at his crotch with your heart pounding in your chest, only to discover that he’s almost fully hard. His cock is dripping with pre cum, and you swear under your breath.

“Jungkook, what the fuck? Of course it’s hard to get it on when you’re sporting a literal hard-on!”

“You were checking out Yoongi hyung’s ass just now, weren’t you?” Jungkook asks calmly, as if his dick isn’t hanging out of his pants, and it isn’t five minutes to showtime. “Is something going on between you and him?”

“What? No- we’re not- I mean, what does that matter?” You avert your eyes from his cock. “Jungkook, you need to calm down, just… think unsexy thoughts or something.”

“How can I think unsexy thoughts with you right in front of me, noona?” Jungkook smirks as his eyes linger on your collarbone exposed by your shirt. “ And if anything’s going on with you and him, I want in too,” Jungkook continues as if you haven’t said anything. “We all do, noona. We were talking about it last night, and we decided we could share you. One of us for everyday of the week. And I get you first.”

It feels as if all the air has been sucked out of the room, and suddenly, it’s hard to breathe. You blink hard, hoping to finally wake up from this daydream, nightmare, fantasy, whatever, but when you open your eyes, Jungkook is still there with his dick out, his dark, smoldering eyes appraising your lips.

“We can’t talk about this right now,” you take a deep breath and steel yourself, glancing behind you to make sure that the privacy screen is secure. “Keep your mouth shut.”

You grab his dick and smooth your thumb over his head, spreading the sticky liquid over his entire length as you start to pump him up and down at a rapid pace, hoping to get him off as fast as possible. He feels hot and hard in your palm, thicker than you expected, and after a while your arm starts to ache, but Jungkook’s little whines and pants spur you on.

“Fuck, that’s so good, you feel so good,” he pants as he leans forward to bury his face into your neck. “Hyungs and I were talking about how tight your pussy would feel. Who’d be the first to be inside you. The first to cum inside you. Which one of our cocks would make you scream the loudest.”

Hearing the youngest say such filthy words almost takes your breath away, but you force yourself to focus on the task at hand, literally. Against your will you start to imagine what it would be like if all the boys had their turns with you, if you were to get on your knees for all of them like some kind of commonplace slut. The thought both shames and arouses you, and you unconsciously rub your thighs together.

Jungkook spots it immediately, his hands coming to cup your hips and pull you into his chest so that his sticky cock brushes against your shirt, leaving a trail behind as you pump him up and down.

“You like that? Getting on your knees for all of us and letting us all cum on your face.” Jungkook thrusts into your hand when your strokes slow down. “Who knew you’d be such a bad girl, hmm? Let me cum all over your tits.”

Sinking down onto your knees, you draw your shirt over your head to expose your satin bra as Jungkook takes over stroking his cock. From your view on your knees, the sight of his sweaty neck, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip and his small little whines and moans has you closing your eyes and eagerly awaiting the warm splash of his seed on your skin. Jungkook cums with a stifled moan of your name, swearing as he jerks his cock furiously so that every drop of his semen lands on your skin, soaking your bra completely.

He milks his cock dry, shuddering as the aftershocks of his orgams run through his body. Junkook glances down to take in the sight of your cum soaked bra before you carefully pull your shirt down to hide it, and he sighs in disappointment.

There is a knock on the privacy screen, and you recognise Yoongi’s voice. “Hey, finish up in there, we’re on in two minutes.”

Your panicked gaze shifts over to Jungkook, but he only shrugs nonchalantly.

“He knows about this? I thought it was just some twisted porn fantasy of yours,” you hiss at him as he motions for you to hand him the athletic cup still on the floor.

“It was true, every single word,” Jungkook admits. “We are serious about sharing you, noona. That is, if you want to.”

You keep your lips tightly pressed together as you gently tuck his soft cock into his pants, sliding the cup over it and making sure everything is in place. Jungkook shifts a little from overstimulation, but you zip him up and pull at your shirt uncomfortably.

Jungkook picks up his hoodie from the floor and hands it to you. Before he can say anything, however, Jimin peeks his head in, disappointed to find everything already over. But then his eyes land on your soaked, almost translucent shirt with a greasy little smirk.

“Tomorrow it’s my turn right?”

#bts #bts smut #btssmutclub #bangtan bookclub #bangtanwriters-net #bts jungkook smut #bts fanfic

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The best sweater dress ever

1. A sweater dress with wooden buttons running up the sides for an adorable babydoll look you can pair with tights, leggings, or even jeans and wear as a long, flowy, comfy top.

Promising review: "Perfect fall and winter wardrobe addition! Looks amazing with boots, and can be worn as a dress or with leggings, etc. The button detail is really cute. I am between sizes, (small/medium), and the medium I ordered has some wiggle room. I am 5’7 and around 145-150 pounds." —

Price: $18.59+ (available in 11 styles, and sizes S–2XL)

2. A tie-front option for a super chic outfit your friends won't believe you bought from AMAZON.

Promising review: "I love this dress! I was worried that the material would be uncomfortable and cheap-feeling, but I was pleasantly surprised with how comfy and flattering it is on. I wore this with high boots, and I got a lot of compliments!" —Ahlam Ayash

Price: $34.95 (available in three colors, and sizes S–XL)

3. And if you can't get enough tie-front, but want something a little more cocktail party-esque, this babe is perfect to add to your collection.

Promising review: "Did not expect this dress to be such great quality. It's not cheap sweater material. It's also not super thick sweater material, which is great because thicker sweater dresses tend to weigh themselves down when you wear them, and that causes the dress to stretch out. The color is also beautiful!" —Kay

Price: $19.99+ (available in six colors, and sizes S–XL)

4. A patterned bodycon that'll make an incredibly trendy addition to any wardrobe and help with channeling some serious fall vibes.

Promising review: "I have every print these dresses come in. Love them with leggings, they are a very comfy outfit. It's long enough to cover my backside, it's not as short as it seems in the picture, and I have a long torso. Love these dresses! Plus, they have pockets, which I'm happy about." —Katy

Price: $4.99+ (available in seven styles, and sizes S–2XL)

5. An oversized turtleneck dress for wearing on days you just wanna be cozy, but like, also don't wanna sacrifice looking hella cute.

Promising review: "I really wanted an oversized turtleneck sweater, and couldn’t find an affordable one anywhere. This is exactly what I was wanting. I ordered up one size to ensure the oversized look. The knitting is great and feels well-made. And the pockets are a bonus! Would definitely buy again." —Hannah Cifuentes

Price: $32.99+ (available in eight styles, and sizes S–XL)

6. A button-down choice that'll make you feel so glamorous, you'll have basically convinced yourself that it was made specifically for you by your very own designer.

Promising review: "Love this dress, it's made of nice, thick material. Really stretchy and comfortable. It runs a little big. I ordered a medium, but could have ordered a small." —candice shakes

Price: $23.99+ (available in five colors, and sizes XS–L)

7. A crewneck cable knit beauty to twirl around in all day and all night — just pair with your fave tall boots and you're g2g.

Promising review: "It is sooo soft!! What is this made from, unicorn fur??? It is the perfect length and just so perfect. And for the price? I purchased a blue one as well and am about to order a red, black, and possibly the beige one. I wish summer would never come now." —MSG

Price: $9.98+ (available in 10 colors and sizes S–XL)

8. A stretchy knit number that'll look good as either a long sweater with leggings or jeans, or a sweater dress — totally your choice!

Promising review: "My husband initially bought the red one for me. The cloth is thick, but soft, warm, (even if you don't wear any shirt/jacket under it), and comfortable. I already washed it multiple times, and the colors did not fade and the material did not shrink or become loose. I am 5'1" and 110 pounds. My husband bought the US size 6–10. I like that I can opt to wear a sweater underneath it in the winter. I am sooo happy about it that my husband purchased three other colors for me

Price: $19.99+ (available in 18 colors, and sizes 0–4/18–22)

9. A knitted tank dress that'll go perfectly over your favorite long-sleeve shirt — and if it's one of those warm fall days, you can totally pair it with a tee!

Promising review: "This sweater vest looks super cute with a shirt underneath, leggings, and short boots. I get so many compliments while wearing it. I ordered the black, and it goes great with everything. It's stretchy enough, but doesn't stretch out while wearing it." —Jewels M

Price: $26.99 (available in five colors, and sizes S—XL)

10. A turtleneck pencil to make your co-workers think you were a runway fashion show model in the early hours of the morning before heading into the office.

Promising review: "I love this dress! Honestly, I've yet to be disappointed with a PattyBoutik purchase. I'm so happy I stumbled upon her stuff a year ago! This dress is very warm and fitted, and fashionable! Until I found PattyBoutik, I was having a really hard time finding ATTRACTIVE work dresses, that were GOOD quality. I got so many compliments when I wore this to work!" —Laena

Price: $43.99 (available in sizes S–XL)

11. A lace-up bodycon that'll become your new fav party dress in the colder weather.

Promising review: "I love this dress! I'm going to order more, in different colors. Great dress for the price! I highly recommend this product! I'm 130 pounds, and ordered the medium." —Rachelle

Price: $17.99+ (available in five styles, and sizes S–2XL)

12. A color block option that'll be absolutely perfect dressing up and wearing to work, and then wearing to happy hour later. You deserve a drink — you work hard living a double life as a fashionista.

Promising review: "LOVE this dress, Looks exactly like the picture and fits as expected. It is a little above the knee, and I prefer below the knee, but it still worked for me. Very well-made. I would definitely purchase from this seller again. It was sure nice and warm this winter. Would also be a great dress for fall!" —Shelby549

Price: $24.99 (available in four colors, and sizes S—2XL)

13. A ribbed turtleneck knit for when you wanna wear something extra sleek, but also wanna feel nice and cuddly.

Promising review: "Typically, I don't write reviews, but I just had to in this case. This is my first time purchasing clothes from an Amazon seller. The reviews from other ladies helped me to decide to purchase, and what size to select. I was super anxious to add a sweater dress to my wardrobe. Let me tell you, this dress is OUTSTANDING and the quality and material is great. It's thick, but not overly so, and the material feels great. I am 5'2", 138 pounds, and wear a 36D bra. In US clothing size, I wear a size For all the ladies who provided measurements and comments, THANK YOU. I would not select anything smaller. I hope this helps, and I will certainly buy from this seller again." —VGilmore

Price: $30.99+ (available in 14 colors, and sizes XS–2XL)

14. A stretchy cowl neck that'll beg you to buy it in every color, and how can you resist? It's the perfect go-to dress to wear any time, any day, any place.

Promising review: "Let me put it this way — as soon as I got this in the mail and tried it on, I ordered a second color, plus I ordered two sweaters from the same company. It is incredibly flattering because of the angled 'seams' on the front. It’s super soft, and I it will hold up really well when washed in a mesh bag on a delicate cycle. This dress isn’t 'skin right,' but it IS very clingy. Also, it isn’t sheer, but you could see a hint of my black bra underneath, (fine for date night, but probably not for a PTA meeting or the office)." —Theresa S.

15. A flared sweater dress with a bow-tie accent for wearing on days you just wanna soak in a million compliments about your excellent taste in fashion.

Promising review: "Love the fit and feel of this dress! I want to wear it every day. I'm 5'6" and 158 pounds, and the large fits perfectly. The material is smooth and high-quality, and the skirt is heavy enough to flow and swing really nicely as you walk." —CherilynMV

Price: $49.99 (available in six colors, and sizes XS–XL)

16. A mermaid-style dress to show off your magical side — the magic being how good you are at picking out gorgine dresses.

Promising review: "This dress was sexy, but professional. I love sweater dresses, but most are short. This one had a little more length and the ruffle added a touch of class. I felt beautiful in it." —Socratic

17. A shift dress with a lace hem at the bottom that'll make you look effortlessly trendy. Not to mention, pockets...for...snacks...

Promising review: "Sweater knit dress that is soft and stretchy, not heavy. Perfect for cooler weather. Lovely lace trim. One must wear nude undergarments, because darker will show through. I love the length, wore today and received numerous compliments. I could wear a L but prefer the looser XL fit. This would look nice with tights and booties also. Happy with this sweater dress purchase. And I forget to mention... it has

18. A bodycon wrap dress available in either long or short sleeve for an outfit that says "I mean business, business about sweater dresses that is."

Promising review: "I just received this dress and LOVE It!!! It is a fitted dress and runs slightly small, so I would recommend sizing up a size if you don't want it really fitted or don't want any bulges. There is stretch though. The style is so nice, and i will be buying in another color! For sizing reference, I am 5'1 and about 132 pounds, and I ordered a medium. I could probably go with a size large, also. Small would be too tight." —Amazon Customer

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sonipanda · 5 years ago

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I have to say I do love Pierre Mantoux. I rarely get my legs into them (sad times) but I gotta say that these are such a good quality brand and they have some amazing statement hosiery too – nothing that you could find anywhere else!

So I am looking forward to this review as we have a 8 denier pair to try today!

The Spec

Colour: Visone

Size: Small

Denier: 8

Materials: 70% Polyamide, 30% Elastane

Price: £18.99

Website: UKTights – Pierre Mantoux Veloutine 0 Ultra Sheer Tights

My Outfit

Feeling this summer vibe so I thought I would pair my nudes with some nice light colours. I wore my suede t-shirt dress paired with my statement heels to create a simple office look!

My Deets

Dress: AX Paris

Tights: Pierre Mantoux

Heels: Dune

The Review

From The Website: Veloutine has always been numbered based on its thickness, so what does Veloutine 0 mean? Simply, Veloutine 0 is so sheer, that it can hardly be felt on your legs. An 8 denier item with a 5 denier appearance, it’s difficult to tell whether you’re wearing the item or not, yet the rich colour of the item immediately brings a beautiful lustre to your legs. What’s more, to remain invisible, Pierre Mantoux have stitched the toes underneath, so that you can’t see the stitching from above. This is the most subtle, comfortable and lovely item Pierre Mantoux have ever released.

* 8 denier * 5 denier appearance * Ultra Sheer ‘second skin’ * Toe seam underfoot * Bi-elastane cotton gusset * Comfort waistband * Flat seams * Sheer toes * Back panel in size XL * 70% Polyamide * 30% Elastane

The Packaging: is so amazing! They go into so much detail – both on the outer packaging and once you get in. You will find a little bit about the tights inside on the back of the packaging as the front shows the model wearing the tights. When you get in, you will find the tights wrapped around card which gives you instructions on how to get your hosiery on to prolong their life.

Getting Them On: as these are super fine, and you can really tell when you do your scrunch and roll, I took my time (and whacked on my satin gloves) making sure that these don’t catch around my toenails and anklets.

On The Legs: can I just say how amazing these actually are?! These are perfect for summer to give you a lovely make-up finish on the legs, and thin enough so your legs don’t get too hot being in them all day!

They are so sheer it doesn’t even look like I have any on!

The denier is 8 but they really do feel finer than that, which I think is great for someone who doesn’t really like wearing thicker tights or is ore a fan of bare legs – this is the perfect pair so you get that gorgeous flawless finish to the legs and no-one will notice!

The quality is just BRILLIANT! Not one snag or rip throughout the day. These are pretty damn good! I cannot brag enough how a pair so thin doesn’t manage to get a snag – and I have been on my feet all day rushing around as well!

The fit of these is true to size, so do make sure you check out the sizing guide before purchasing if you’re unsure. I had a nice little bit of stretch in them as well, so they hugged my legs beautifully. The feel of them are so soft and so smooth – I just have no words.

The colour is something I was hesitant with first as it looked lighter than my leg colour, but once they’re on and give it 10 minutes not looking at your legs, it gives such a natural finish. It not added a subtle tan, but a lovely semi-shine as well which you can see when the flash hits it.

The Toes & Ankle: I think the only thing lacking is the reinforced toe part! That would have been the ultimate if these had them, but as they’re so thin it would be pretty hard to do so without it being too noticeable.

Around the toes it’s so sheer and so delicate, so I would really advise making sure your nails aren’t too long or sharp before you get your feet in. I had plenty of wiggle room in these and my feet could really breathe in them.

Around the ankles, it really doesn’t even look I’m wearing any!

The Waistband: now this is a great band! Not only does it hold up the tights so well during the day, but it’s so nice to be in. These don’t apply any pressure around the waist with that super comfortable thick band. It also has a reinforced section underneath which does help!

My Thoughts?

I gotta recommend these. One of the best low denier pairs I have come across which will work hand in hand with summer! I love the quality, I love the colour and I love the quality of them!

Pierre Mantoux Veloutine 0 Ultra Sheer Tights I have to say I do love Pierre Mantoux. I rarely get my legs into them (

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70swonderpoisonstark · 5 years ago

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Wait, You Survived? ( III )

// You and Steve survive the plane wreck and end up seventy years in the future. Everything’s different and the only person that understands the confusion and pain of losing your entire world is your now dead husband’s best friend. When the two of you are forced to adapt to the world around you, things can get complicated. //

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~ “If she had looked into his eyes at that very moment

she would have seen the inferno that she had thrown him into.” ~

Steve woke up, shocked he slept so late into the day.

"9AM? How?" bewildered, he looked for you. The side of the bed you'd previously occupied was already cold, you must've been up for quite some time. He climbed out of bed, the faint hint of sausage drawing him nearer into the kitchen. Steve expected you to be cooking, something you were surprisingly good at, humming some old rock song and dancing awkwardly. What Steve was NOT expecting was to find you cooking, in nothing but a large t-shirt and socks. He really did try not to stare, but being in awe was a dangerous thing, especially when a pretty dame starts wearing your clothes AFTER you spend the night together. Steve thought he was hiding it well, that was until his hip smacked directly on the corner of the kitchen island.

"SHIT!" He exclaimed in pain. "I'd rather be shot than ever feel that again." He remarked as you turned around at the sudden noise. You snorted at his never failing clumsy tendencies. He laughed it off, doing his best to pretend like he wasn't so distracted by you in his shirt that he just walked right into a stationary object.

"Nice shirt by the way, looks a bit big." Cool, real cool Rogers that was good, keep it up. You guys are friends, it's normal to be caught off guard by something like that. Totally normal, no meaning.

"Oh, yeah sorry. I'm doing laundry. Figured you wouldn't mind me borrowing and making breakfast, since you decided to sleep the day away." You turned back around to finish the food, sausage may be good charred, but there was a fine line between burnt and charred, and Steve didn't like either. You hummed the new music you'd found earlier in the week, enjoying the fact that cooking hadn't really changed that much. You listened as Steve went and sat on the couch, glancing through the paper that was laying on the coffee table.

Once breakfast was done you made Steve's plate, you'd already eaten, and this was your way of saying thank you for the night before.

"You know, I never thought I'd miss your cooking." Steve said, grimacing as he took another bit of your 'awful' food.

"You know, you sound a lot better when you're chewing." You shot back. You were ready to keep the banter going when a loud knock came upon the door.

"Nuh-uh. You. Sit. Eat. Shh. I got it." You stared Steve down, knowing he'd protest you getting the door. He never wanted to answer the door, always claiming it would reveal your home to the world. Nobody really knew about you, so you never cared about answering and talking to a friendly neighbor or mailman. You opened the door expecting Dorris from one over, she was always out of sugar this time of the week, when a tall white woman in pink scrubs appeared in her place. Her face was round and sweet, becoming vaguely familiar the longer you looked at her. You watched her eyes look you up and down before filling with shock. You were standing in the doorway smiling brightly, with an XL gray shirt, and very, VERY messy hair.

"Oh, my god. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt anything I uh, I just moved in and was introducing myself to the neighbors." She quickly shifted her eyes downward up as she spoke, trying not to look at you, but shock kept drawing her near.

"Uh, you're not interrupting anything, Stevie here just finished breakfast." You flashed a great smile, trying to ease the sudden awkwardness that had just filled the space between you. Steve walked up, not helping the situation as he opened up the door wide enough to reveal his shirtless figure. The woman snorted, trying her hardest not to laugh at the insane scene she had just thought in her head. She knew who you two were, she knew she was an agent, and she knew the relationship between Steve, Peggy, you, and Bucky. But you had no idea who she was, and the thought of you two doing whatever it is you did was making her cover very hard to keep.

"Oh that's not any better." Her eyes widened as she quickly withdrew her attention away from the chiseled frame of the man that fell in love with her Aunt. "Uh, I, I'm Kate, I'm right across the hall, just wanted to say hi." She, Kate, kept her eyes on the door frame above the apartment, only moving them to shake both of your hands.

"Nice to meet ya Kate, I'm (Y/N) and this is Stevie." He waved shortly, confused as to why the new neighbor was acting as strangely as she was. "If you ever need anything we're pretty much always here." You tried to be kind and reassuring, helping people in need was something you and Stevie were always willing to do, so even in this awkward conversation you tried to sell you and Steve as good people.

"Great, can't wait to uh, talk with you two under more- uh, appropriate circumstances. I've got to go, nice to meet you both." She waved and briskly walked back to her apartment, never looking back until the lock on her door clicked. You shut the door, eyeing Steve suspiciously.

"Was that..."

"Completely weird for no reason, yes, it was." The two of you sat on the couch, taken aback by the awkward confrontation you'd both just experienced.

"You think she recognized you?"

"No that wasn't a happy surprise, that was a 'accidentally walking in on somebody naked' surprised face."

"Weird." Steve looked at you after you spoke. Trying to figure out what could have possibly make a stranger act so sheepish around the two of you. He stared at you, then looked himself up and down trying to think of any reason Kate would've reacted the way she did. You twirled you hair in your fingers, a common movement you did when you were thinking. Did you two look weird, neither of you had showered, but still, you were always wonderful with people and that was just... confusing. Steve knew being shirtless might have been a shock to a conservative neighbor, but she was already avoiding you before he'd even come to the door. It wasn't until you crossed your ankles that Steve realised what she was probably thinking.

"You, you don't think she thought she had, 'disturbed' us, do you?" He said, using finger quotations around the word disturbed. He was uncomfortable using anything but vague terms to define what he was saying. Being blunt would be too much for his mind to bear.

"Steve, what the fuck are you saying." You told her she hadn't disturbed anything, you guys were just starting the day eating breakfast, what could she have possibly interrupted.

"No, (Y/N) 'interrupted' US. You and I, she interrupted the two of us.. together.." Steve you just said the same sentence just with less words. What the fuck was he- Your eyes tripled in size as you realized what he was talking about.

"STEVE!" You yelled, smacking him on the arm.

"I'm not saying that's what happened I'm just saying that's what it might look like to HER." He rubbed the spot on his bicep where you smacked him. The two of you both unnaturally silent. You looked at each other, strangely? Never making eye contact, yet never really looking away from the other.

"Could you imagine, hah, what a crazy thought." Steve said, trying to air out the tension.

"Yeah, why would that be anybody's first thought?" You shifted your attention back to the kitchen. "You're cleaning." You shouted over your shoulder as you headed towards the shower, something you probably should've done before you cooked, but the effort it took to shower that early in the morning was tremendous. What a weird neighbor, you and Steve were best friends, something like that would never happen.

// Things are getting a lil crazy! Hopefully Steve can keep his cool! Let me know what you guys think, what you’d like to see, and some crazy vocab words and I’ll write accordingly, thanks for the read, and may Odin bless you in all your endeavors! //

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