#and some new jewellery (clearly)

[simsdoll]

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[suiana]

yandere! merman who's (unfortunately) a frequent visitor to your front yard.

living on the beach had its ups and downs. being able to witness such a beautiful sight every day and night, no matter the seasons was really amazing. the fact that you worked as a beach lifeguard also meant that you could head to work much more conveniently.

unfortunately that's about as good as the positives get. not with the ever increasing living expenses and your stupidly handsome fish intruder.

he pops up in your backyard every single day. every. SINGLE. day.

at first it was cute and interesting. oh! a gorgeous merman making himself comfortable in your front yard, tail in the water while he lounges on the sand and tries to talk to you.

you gave into him of course. yes, you have met several other merfolk in your time as a lifeguard. yet there was something about him that drew you in. was it the fact that he would constantly break into your front yard and act like he belonged there? or the fact that he had massive tits and there were always just staring at you? you weren't sure.

plus he was also really interesting too! he (coincidentally) had all the same interests as you and (obviously) also knew you in and out! talking to him was just so so enjoyable! he was extremely cuddly, nuzzling into your neck while he mutters words of affirmations that do wonders to your touch starved heart. aw! it's like he likes you or something :)

but it became annoying. he wouldn't leave you no matter how much you tried. in fact, he'd even FORCE you to stay on the beach with him, holding your hand down as he looked at you with the most emotionally manipulative look. lips all pouty and eyes glossed over, tears threatening to spill. the fact that your house was right there too, just a few steps out of reach... it was like he was purposely trying to tease you or something. hello dude, you aren't my boyfriend! you can't keep me here!

you'd think because he was half fish it would mean he wouldn't be able to stay above land for extended periods of time. but boy, you swear you never really see him enter the water. actually, you swear you see him on land more often!

trying to catch him off guard and enter the water is also near impossible too. it's like he has some sort of power or telekinesis or whatnot. you tried faking sleep just to sneak a glance of him off your porch, maybe even seeing him enter the beautiful waters.

nope. what you got was a JUMPSCARE with him staring right back at you, eyes all wide and mouth open, showcasing rows of sharp teeth. you've never tried to see him away again.

you couldn't even bring other people home anymore. not with him flopping around, glaring and hissing at anyone who dared to even glance at you for a second too long. what seemed like a handsome and harmless fishman was now a nuisance and fucking creepy presence in your already dull life.

have i mentioned the fact that you're a lifeguard? yeah, because of his constant hovering (or flopping) around you, you can't even do your job properly. he doesn't even let you go save people that are clearly in need of help! he just scowls and tells the people to stop drowning! muttering about how if they were a better swimmer they wouldn't be in this position in the first place!

like???

oh well, at least he doesn't do anything more than forcing you to talk to him as long as possible, scaring away all potential suitors and just people in general, and staying in your front yard for way too long, right?

um... you might want to look out your window... uh... yeah, new merfolk. oldies? yeah um, they're his parents. he wants you to meet them. like, right now. and he's also wearing some intricate jewellery that he hasn't worn before.

and is that... a ring?

oh. well.

hahaha...

good luck lifeguard! hopefully he (most definitely) isn't trying to marry you! that would be bad! like, super bad! haha!

[mv1simp]

Based on darling 🍑 🛒 anon’s request: max x inexperienced best friend!reader who hears him complaining about how hard it is to find a girl who’ll match his freak in bed 😼

Birthday Sex ♥️

Max Verstappen x Best Friend!Reader

don’t need candles or cake, just need your body to make (birthday sex, it’s the best day of the year, girl)

As Max’s best friend since childhood, you know him better than anyone. You’re determined to find the best birthday gift after he’s outdone you the past three years. Just when you’ve given up all hope of beating him you overhear him complaining that none of his recent girlfriends let him hit it just the way he likes. Bingo - you’ve just thought of the perfect gift!

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, dom!max, inexperienced best friend!reader who gets railed lol, size kink, anal, creampie, sloppy drunk sex!!, WC 3.3k

You slump your head down on the table and groan, making your best friend Selena quirk as brow at you as she sips her strawberry iced matcha. Across the room, the elderly librarian scowls and points to the sign clearly labelled “University Library - Quiet Zone for Finals Study”. You roll your eyes and drag Selena away to some dusty bookshelf’s well away from the old crone. You still haven’t found a present for Max? Your friend muses as she noisily slurps her drink, eyeing the dubious titles on the ancient books. Shaking your head, you whine about how you’ve spent weeks thinking of what to gift the F1 driver. You and Max have been best friends since childhood, having grown up literally 2 doors down from one another. After getting over the initial boy/girl germs phase, you’d both connected over a like for video games which had turned into a loyal and supportive friendship into teens and adulthood. And of course, you both strongly believed in work hard, play hard, and frequently would be seen doing multiple shots together out in the Monaco clubs after a race weekend or post exam season.

Despite all the time you’d spend together, things had never crossed the line past friendship. It was always heavily speculated in the media, of course, as well as constant teasing from the other paddock members and your friends and family, but both you and Max dismissed it. He treated you like one of his guy friends, inviting you over to game or come onto his private jet with his other mates to fly out for a race weekend. And of course, being good friends with a millionaire driver meant being spoilt, especially on your birthday. Max always picked up on your hints and outdid himself every year. Last birthday you’d had not one but two custom made jewellery sets delivered from Cartier when you’d mentioned them in passing, and the year before that unlimited VIP box seats to your favourite soccer team and access to his private jet to get you there.

So that’s why you’re desperate to find Max the perfect present for his birthday this year. You want to spoil him just like he spoils you! But he’s been busy with his new girlfriend, a Spanish model he met in St Tropez, and you in the final semester of your English Lit degree and you haven’t had a chance to hear what’s he’s been interested in lately.

You’ve thought up countless ideas, but what do you get a man who literally can afford anything he wants? You’ve cycled through all of his likes, finding that he already owns everything you could possibly buy. Your friend Serena is useless as she watches you plead up at the ceiling (dramatic, sure, but desperate times call for desperate measures) asking for any Gods watching above to send you a sign of the right gift. You could always just get him a vibrator, she joked as she slurped her iced coffee. You know, like the one I got you? Have you been using it? Seriously, we need to end this dry spell and get you dicked down- At that point the old crone of a librarian had let out a scandalised gasp as she overheard and kicked the pair of you out.

You’ve almost given up completely and drop by his apartment a few days before his birthday, ready to just directly beg him to tell you what he wants and put you out of your misery. You let yourself in, already familiar with his spare key hiding location for years. And then you stumble across a conversation that’s not meant for your ears as Max’s deep voice carries around the corner. He’s on video chat with one of his mates playing an e-sim racing game, but they’re definitely not talking about racing strategy.

I don’t know mate, why is it so hard these days to find a chick who’ll let you hit it raw? one of his friends complain over the speakers. Your eyes widen, hand rushing up to stifle your gasp as you realise they’re talking about what they like in the bedroom. You and Max had never talked about something like this, and you’re about to turn and leave - when your best friend says something you’d never expected him to say. He snorts, murmuring that sure, getting to finish inside was good but the real challenge was convincing a girl to let you fuck her up the ass.

His friend laughs on the screen, wholeheartedly agreeing, saying Ah, I see even a F1 driver can’t find a girlfriend who’s into that freaky shit, huh? You miss Max’s reply because his cats, Sassy and Jimmy, have started to walk over to you curiously. You hightail it out of his apartment, desperate not to get caught eavesdropping with your blushing face and jumbled thoughts. You only let yourself calm down once you’re in the safety of your much smaller apartment, sinking into your sofa and recounting what you’d heard. You and Max had never ever talked about sex, even though he treated you like his guy friends, that was a line you’d just never crossed. You’d never have guessed he was into something so naughty like not using protection or…what had he said? Up the ass?

You’re not 100% sure on what he means, with your rather…limited sexual experiences. While Max regularly slept with multiple different flings and models, your hook ups could be counted on one hand. You’d lost your virginity, of course, to an awkward college boyfriend that Max had hated and eventually told you to break up with. But apart from a few sloppy handjobs or quick drunk blowjobs, you really hadn’t explored much else. You were jealous of how much more experienced Max was than you, having sometimes overheard him and his latest girlfriend celebrating a race win from a neighbouring hotel room. But it looked like despite all of the girls he’d been with, he wasn’t getting the satisfaction he wanted in bed. And apparently what satisfied the Dutch Lion was fucking girls who let him take the condom off or use their ass to his liking.

Determined to find out more about what exactly Max wanted, you open the private browser of your laptop and type in a porn site you’d looked at a couple times before. You navigate to the tags, scrolling until you see the category you wanted to research. As you wait for the top trending video in the #Anal section to load you bite your lip, suddenly nervous. Why did Max say he wanted that? It sounded dirty and painful and just wrong. Was there something you were missing?

Then the video started playing and within seconds you’d lost any inhibitions you had. Hypnotised, you watch the screen where a small, tan skinned girl is face down and ass up, with a much larger man running his tongue obscenely through her asscheeks. She’s moaning wantonly, clearly enjoying it, and then his sizeable dick is bouncing out against her bum, messily pounding her pussy first, and then - and then-

Your doe eyes widen, fixed on the laptop with a gasp as his tip slides past her pussy and into her other hole, the one you hadn’t even known could fit a guy’s dick inside it! You’re enraptured, not wanting to blink as you watch her asshole get completely ruined. Your lace thong is rapidly soaked by your wetness as you start panting, finding yourself turned on in a way you’d never ever been before. This is what your Maxie liked? It was so hot, you think sluttily, shamelessly slipping your tiny manicured fingers into your panties to finger yourself at the forbidden thought of you and Max acting out the activities in the video. You cum far too quickly, head tossed back in pleasure. Afterwards, you know you should feel embarrassed and guilty, but instead all you can think about is how badly you want to try having sex with your other tight hole.

And you know exactly what to gift your best friend. Max deserves to get exactly what he wants, after all.

Soon you’re watching dirty video after video every night, telling yourself you need to practise the positions and expressions yourself. But really you’re just addicted to the moaning of girls getting their asses abused by huge cocks, or having the coy smirks wiped off their faces and instead rolling their eyes back as their pussies are pumped full of cum. The bullet vibrator Serena had gifted you as a joke now finds itself making its way in between your dripping thighs, as you cum nightly to the fantasy of being able to provide Max with that pleasure. If his latest girlfriend of the month wasn’t willing to put out for him, you certainly had no problem helping your best friend out instead.

You make sure you’re ready by the time his birthday party rolls around, being celebrated in style aboard his yacht that’s docked in Ibiza tonight. You’ve chosen your outfit carefully, a tight red minidress that shows off your plump ass and tits, complete with strappy high heels. It highlights your ample curves, very different from his usual fling’s stick thin figures. And speaking off - you knew that he must have broken it off with his latest girlfriend judging by the fact that she wasn’t here tonight. Your suspicions are confirmed when a mutual friend tells you he dumped her just two days ago, citing a difference in personalities. More like a difference in kinky preferences, you thought deviously. You just needed to confirm that Max was willing to cross the line of no return in your friendship. Judging from the way his gaze had turned dark and hungry when he’d seen you step onto his boat, roaming over your figure, you were pretty confident that you’d be able to proceed in unveiling your gift.

As the party continues well into the night, you join everyone in dancing and drinking, using the tequila shots as an excuse to why you’re suddenly grinding your fat ass back into Max’s crotch amidst the crowded makeshift dancefloor. When you hear Max laugh in delight, strong hands possessively curling around your hips to keep you against him, you know he wanted you, too.

So when the last of the partygoers are heading off the yacht to join the others in the Ibiza clubs, you take Max’s hand in yours to tug him away, back onto the other side of the yacht where you’re well away from anyone’s eyes and facing the night ocean. He willingly goes, checking out your curvy ass from behind, his own face flushed from the drinks he’d had. You’re tipsily giggling that he had to open your present! as you gently push him onto the outdoor couch, plucking your cutely wrapped small gift box and offering it to him. As he opens it, you eagerly sit down by his side, pressing in close to his warm, toned chest with the excuse of its cold, Maxie.

You don’t miss how his gaze drops to your plush tits, which bounce with every movement and show off your hardened nipples as you’d chosen to only wear a skimpy lace bralette underneath. He easily plays along with your excuse, wrapping his thick arm around you to pull you onto his lap and settle against his broad figure. You giggle again when he finally opens the gift box, only to find it…empty? He looks up at you, laughing as he assumed you’d forgotten to pack your present in your drunk antics tonight.

But the plan in your mind is razor sharp as you breathily press kisses to his stubbled cheeks, making his lustful gaze flicker to your lips as the tension between you two grows. You whisper that you hadn’t forgotten, in fact, you’d gotten him the perfect gift, exactly what he’d been complaining to his gaming friends about not being able to find. The present was just inside you, was all!

Max is still adorably confused, not entirely sure what you were referring to as you slide off his lap after pressing a barely there kiss to his lips. He watches you curiously as you press your blushing cheeks into the sofa and stick your thick ass up in the air. Your already tiny minidress slides down your hips, exposing your soaked, lacey thong that barely covered the true surprise - a cute heart shaped butt plug. Max’s jaw drops and for a minute he thinks he must be dreaming, or had gotten super drunk, or this was some sick joke his friends had set him up for. Until you seductively jiggle your hips at him, fat ass bouncing, your sweet voice almost innocently asking if he likes his gift?

Oh, I fucking love it, sweetheart he assures you with a wicked grin, once he realises just what you were giving him. It’s so much better than anything I could have asked for. Your pleased giggle quickly turns into pleased moans as he plays with the toy, teasing you by slowly pulling it out a bit before sliding it back in. He pulls his raging erection out of his pants, telling you to come here and suck me off, getting his cock ready to fuck you. You obediently lick up and down his length, covering it with your messy drool and lip gloss, making sure it’s as wet as possible. His muscular neck is thrown back against the sofa as he moans above you, a strong hand tangled through your curls as he tries to control the pace but can't resist your talented mouth teasing his over sensitive tip. He almost cums from your enthusiasm, hips stuttering and he swears in dutch as he has to forcefully pull on your dark locks to move your plush lips off him. You cheekily grin up at him, winking, asking was that too much for him?

He tosses you around in half a second, making you giggle into the soft pillow as he raises your ass into the air, growling that he’d have done this a long time ago if he knew what a needy slut you secretly were. You shake your hips enticingly at him, ass bouncing, enjoying how his sexy voice got even deeper and accented when he was dirty talking. Swearing at your tempting display, he delivers a strong smack to your cheeks, and then a second one for good measure, before nudging his cockhead up against your dripping slit. He hushes your whines, telling you that he needed to get a taste of your pussy, the one he’d been dreaming about when you’d stay the night after a late movie and rub your ass into his erection in your sleep, edging him for hours. Did you even know how many times he had to go jerk off to the mental image of your ass in the shower?

You moan in pleasure as he fucks you sloppily, whispering about the time he hadn’t been able to resist and pulled your panties down in your sleep, wanting to jerk off to the real thing and leaving his cum all over your caramel skin. Th-that’s soo hot, Maxie you whine, already feeling fucked out of your mind. Go-go on, cum instead me, you say breathlessly. I started the pill just for your present tonight!

Groaning at your naughty confession, he pumps one last, deep thrust before he's tensing above you, a bruising grip on your hips as he holds you still to drain his load deep inside you. He's panting deeply as his head comes to rest on the back of your neck, the two of you enjoying your blissful comedown together for a few minutes. You can’t believe how heated things have gotten tonight after being friends for years. We could have been hooking up this whole time, it was so good Maxiee you whine against his lips as he presses his tongue into your pouting mouth.

Chuckling at your eagerness, he filthily whispers that you could start by giving him the next part of his birthday gift, hmm? You nod breathlessly, unable to say no to your precious Maxie. He palms your juicy asscheeks with his large palms, squeezing at your flesh greedily. Soon enough he’s fingering your tight, winking hole from above you, telling you to hold your asscheeks apart for him as he messily spits right over where he plans to fuck you. Just the tip, right, Maxie? You repeat again, feeling unsettled with not knowing what he was doing behind you, when he stopped to stare at your cute little hole for a few minutes. Your blushing face is still buried into the cushions as your nails dig into your bouncing ass and hold it apart for him. I've never had anything...inside there before, you say, cheeks warming. So you can't stretch it out, okay, I read that it-

Yeah, yeah baby Max says distractedly, hypnotised by your inviting tight hole that is filling him with a growing desire to ruin it every passing second. Whatever you say. Dousing himself in lube from the supply he keeps stashed in between the couch cushions, he approaches you from behind, his erect cock standing stiff as you jiggle your hips. His tip nudges against your back entrance, making you moan excitedly at foreign but tingly feeling. Then he’s thrusting his leaking cockhead in and out of your hole, and you’re babbling incoherently, your face turned to the side as you gasp mouthfuls of air. Oh, it feels sooo good, mmhhh, yes Maxie-

He growls approvingly at your desperate whining, smacking your red asscheeks again and again to make them bounce. Feels amazing, right baby? he hums into your ear, pressing his abs down against your back. The new position makes his cock accidentally slide in just a little more and you arch your back more when the tingly feeling gets stronger as he slips a large hand around to toy with your sensitive clit. You’ll let me put in just a little bit more, right baby? Max whispers huskily, his hungry eyes taking in your drooling, fucked out face. You were in so much bliss he doubts you’d be able to say no to anything he asked for. O-ok, a little bit more- Ohh! Oh fuck!

You cry out as he doesn’t hesitate to slip inside you even further. It’s a good thing you can’t see the filthy mess behind you because Max has bullied an easy third of his rigid, veiny shaft inside your gummy walls. He groans against the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine as he praises how good you take his fat cock, better than any of his girlfriends. He knows just what to say to have you seeing stars as he continues to shove more and more of himself into your tight hole. Fuck schat, giving me the best birthday treat ever, I’m gonna be addicted.

You’re on Cloud 9-, pink tongue poking out of your mouth and drooling all over the cushion, pretty doe eyes rolled all the way back as Max pounds into your all too willing body. You can barely reply coherently when he croons that he’s just gonna slide a bit more in, that’s right, just like that, you can take it for him, right?

His whole cock is buried inside your ass now, beads of sweat running own his toned abs. And soon you’re screaming his name as he greedily fucks you, grunting with pleasure at each thrust. You can only cross your fingers and hope none of your friends come back from the club early.

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A/N: back to my old FILTHY ways after writing a 9.5K mafia fic just to give u all whiplash will finally be posting part 2 of earned it v soon with dedicated hot husband max hehehe 😝

[bruisedfig]

How do u think Dean proposes?

oh bae, lots of thoughts on this,, loverboy!dean is back .ᐟ

okay so call me cliché, but i fully believe dean is a very sentimental guy. i just know he’d be so giddy throughout the whole proposal process. before choosing a ring, i think he’d probably snoop through your jewellery to get an idea of what you like—maybe even going as far as asking your friends what they think you’d like for an engagement ring.

and dean’s definitely getting sam or cas to go with him to the jeweller’s when he’s finally decided. he’d be standing at the glass cabinets in front of the clerk, grinning and rambling about you like a bumbling idiot, clearly so head over heels for his ‘fiancée’ (yeah, he’s already calling you that to people before he’s even proposed).

and when he’s finally picked out your ring, he takes the next few days to plan out the perfect proposal. he knows he doesn’t want to do something over the top or too cheesy.

so he settles on something he knows you’d like. something that just seems so quintessentially you and dean.

dean picks you up in the impala, dressed to impress—but not suspiciously so—and flicks on your favourite love songs from the mixtape you made together a few years ago.

you both hum along, and he taps his hand on the steering wheel as he drives, trying to not let the proud grin show on his face at the fact he got your friends to help you pick out an appropriate outfit and a fresh new set of nails for the occasion. he knows you’ll thank him for that later. dean makes casual small talk, trying to appear as normal as possible, like this was any other regular date.

eventually he pulls the impala up at a familiar place—the place where he asked you to be his girlfriend. dean debated and contemplated between here, the cliff overlooking the lake not far from the bunker, or the little italian restaurant he took you to on your first date. he figured a more private setting would be better suited for his plans.

so as you joke about the sweet memories of this place, dean laughs, hoping you’re not catching on quite yet. you pull out the picnic blanket and lay it across the hood of the impala. you and dean take a seat on top of it and unpack the basket he’d packed for your afternoon picnic. he pulls out the sandwiches he’d sam made and the cherry pie, along with the attempted charcuterie board—keyword ‘attempted’. you compliment it nonetheless, and the efforts he’s gone to, even if the spread looks a little messy. you can tell it’s all been made with love, and that’s what’s important.

as the time with you passes, dean’s chest gets heavier and heavier with anxiety. his eyes flicker over your face and god, it hits him; he’s so in love with you. his heart races as the sun begins to set over the pair of you, colouring you both in warm amber hues. the sun reflects off the lake as the water ripples, and all dean can think is ‘please, let her say yes.’

dean just manages to keep up his nonchalant act, disguising his inner turmoil. he tries to keep everything seemingly lighthearted and normal, despite the doubt and fear plaguing his thoughts. the sun eventually dips down under the horizon, and he smiles at you, “wait here just a sec, baby. i left something in the car.”

he grabs some tealight candles and a piece of paper from the glove compartment and returns back to his place next to you on the hood.

he places the few candles between you, lighting them as you laugh and ask what’s going on, though by this point you’re beginning to put two and two together. dean looks up at you and lets out a nervous huff, plastering a smile on his face to cover the anxiety clenching at his chest.

“let just me just—” he says, fumbling with the paper in his hands. dean meets your gaze and studies you silently for a moment, taking in your beauty and how you seem to be giving him an almost encouraging expression. he nods and begins reading off his paper.

dean reads his scribbled words, his hands shaking as he holds the crumpled note, recounting all the memories you’ve made together and how he yearns to have a lifetime of more with you. he tells you how you’ve bettered him as a man and how he’d be nothing without you. he tells you how important you are to him and how much he strives to be as good and as kind as you one day. he tells you he can’t imagine a world where he’s not by your side.

dean finishes his speech by telling you why he loves you, and it’s not just superficial things. it’s things that make you feel seen and heard; things that only someone like him would notice and internalise. by the end of it, dean’s trying to swallow the lump in his throat that grew when he noticed your teary eyes looking back at him.

he sets down the paper and lets out a breath, trying to steel himself for the question he’s about to ask. he pulls out the ring box and holds it up in front of you in his shaking hands.

“will you marry me?”

A/N: okay so this was meant to be like quick headcanoning points but here’s a story for u LOL this makes sense in my head for dean. i don’t think he’d do anything outrageously over the top, like propose in front of a crowd or anything,, but anyways i hope this was sweet anon!!!

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[cuddlytogas]

So I accidentally almost got into an argument on Twitter, and now I'm thinking about bad historical costuming tropes. Specifically, Action Hero Leather Pants.

See, I was light-heartedly pointing out the inaccuracies of the costumes in Black Sails, and someone came out of the woodwork to defend the show. The misunderstanding was that they thought I was dismissing the show just for its costumes, which I wasn't - I was simply pointing out that it can't entirely care about material history (meaning specifically physical objects/culture) if it treats its clothes like that.

But this person was slightly offended on behalf of their show - especially, quote, "And from a fan of OFMD, no less!" Which got me thinking - it's true! I can abide a lot more historical costuming inaccuracy from Our Flag than I can Black Sails or Vikings. And I don't think it's just because one has my blorbos in it. But really, when it comes down to it...

What is the difference between this and this?

Here's the thing. Leather pants in period dramas isn't new. You've got your Vikings, Tudors, Outlander, Pirates of the Caribbean, Once Upon a Time, Will, The Musketeers, even Shakespeare in Love - they love to shove people in leather and call it a day. But where does this come from?

Obviously we have the modern connotations. Modern leather clothes developed in a few subcultures: cowboys drew on Native American clothing. (Allegedly. This is a little beyond my purview, I haven't seen any solid evidence, and it sounds like the kind of fact that people repeat a lot but is based on an assumption. I wouldn't know, though.) Leather was used in some WWI and II uniforms.

But the big boom came in the mid-C20th in motorcycle, punk/goth, and gay subcultures, all intertwined with each other and the above. Motorcyclists wear leather as practical protective gear, and it gets picked up by rock and punk artists as a symbol of counterculture, and transferred to movie designs. It gets wrapped up in gay and kink communities, with even more countercultural and taboo meanings. By the late C20th, leather has entered mainstream fashion, but it still carries those references to goths, punks, BDSM, and motorbike gangs, to James Dean, Marlon Brando, and Mick Jagger. This is whence we get our Spikes and Dave Listers in 1980s/90s media, bad boys and working-class punks.

And some of the above "historical" design choices clearly build on these meanings. William Shakespeare is dressed in a black leather doublet to evoke the swaggering bad boy artist heartthrob, probably down on his luck. So is Kit Marlowe.

But the associations get a little fuzzier after that. Hook, with his eyeliner and jewellery, sure. King Henry, yeah, I see it. It's hideously ahistorical, but sure. But what about Jamie and Will and Ragnar, in their browns and shabby, battle-ready chic? Well, here we get the other strain of Bad Period Drama Leather.

See, designers like to point to history, but it's just not true. Leather armour, especially in the western/European world, is very, very rare, and not just because it decays faster than metal. (Yes, even in ancient Greece/Rome, despite many articles claiming that as the start of the leather armour trend!) It simply wasn't used a lot, because it's frankly useless at defending the body compared to metal. Leather was used as a backing for some splint armour pieces, and for belts, sheathes, and buckles, but it simply wasn't worn like the costumes above. It's heavy, uncomfortable, and hard to repair - it's simply not practical for a garment when you have perfectly comfortable, insulating, and widely available linen, wool, and cotton!

As far as I can see, the real influence on leather in period dramas is fantasy. Fantasy media has proliferated the idea of leather armour as the lightweight choice for rangers, elves, and rogues, a natural, quiet, flexible material, less flashy or restrictive than metal. And it is cheaper for a costume department to make, and easier for an actor to wear on set. It's in Dungeons and Dragons and Lord of the Rings, King Arthur, Runescape, and World of Warcraft.

And I think this is how we get to characters like Ragnar and Vane. This idea of leather as practical gear and light armour, it's fantasy, but it has this lineage, behind which sits cowboy chaps and bomber/flight jackets. It's usually brown compared to the punk bad boy's black, less shiny, and more often piecemeal or decorated. In fact, there's a great distinction between the two Period Leather Modes within the same piece of media: Robin Hood (2006)! Compare the brooding, fascist-coded villain Guy of Gisborne with the shabby, bow-wielding, forest-dwelling Robin:

So, back to the original question: What's the difference between Charles Vane in Black Sails, and Edward Teach in Our Flag Means Death?

Simply put, it's intention. There is nothing intentional about Vane's leather in Black Sails. It's not the only leather in the show, and it only says what all shabby period leather says, relying on the same tropes as fantasy armour: he's a bad boy and a fighter in workaday leather, poor, flexible, and practical. None of these connotations are based in reality or history, and they've been done countless times before. It's boring design, neither historically accurate nor particularly creative, but much the same as all the other shabby chic fighters on our screens. He has a broad lineage in Lord of the Rings and Pirates of the Caribbean and such, but that's it.

In Our Flag, however, the lineage is much, much more intentional. Ed is a direct homage to Mad Max, the costuming in which is both practical (Max is an ex-cop and road warrior), and draws on punk and kink designs to evoke a counterculture gone mad to the point of social breakdown, exploiting the thrill of the taboo to frighten and titillate the audience.

In particular, Ed is styled after Max in the second movie, having lost his family, been badly injured, and watched the world turn into an apocalypse. He's a broken man, withdrawn, violent, and deliberately cutting himself off from others to avoid getting hurt again. The plot of Mad Max 2 is him learning to open up and help others, making himself vulnerable to more loss, but more human in the process.

This ties directly into the themes of Our Flag - it's a deliberate intertext. Ed's emotional journey is also one from isolation and pain to vulnerability, community, and love. Mad Max (intentionally and unintentionally) explores themes of masculinity, violence, and power, while Max has become simplified in the popular imagination as a stoic, badass action hero rather than the more complex character he is, struggling with loss and humanity. Similarly, Our Flag explores masculinity, both textually (Stede is trying to build a less abusive pirate culture) and metatextually (the show champions complex, banal, and tender masculinities, especially when we're used to only seeing pirates in either gritty action movies or childish comedies).

Our Flag also draws on the specific countercultures of motorcycles, rockers, and gay/BDSM culture in its design and themes. Naturally, in such a queer show, one can't help but make the connection between leather pirates and leather daddies, and the design certainly nods at this, with its vests and studs. I always think about this guy, with his flat cap so reminiscient of gay leather fashions.

More overtly, though, Blackbeard and his crew are styled as both violent gangsters and countercultural rockstars. They rove the seas like a bikie gang, free and violent, and are seen as icons, bad boys and celebrities. Other pirates revere Blackbeard and wish they could be on his crew, while civilians are awed by his reputation, desperate for juicy, gory details.

This isn't all of why I like the costuming in Our Flag Means Death (especially season 1). Stede's outfits are by no means accurate, but they're a lot more accurate than most pirate media, and they're bright and colourful, with accurate and delightful silks, lace, velvets, and brocades, and lovely, puffy skirts on his jackets. Many of the Revenge crew wear recognisable sailor's trousers, and practical but bright, varied gear that easily conveys personality and flair. There is a surprising dedication to little details, like changing Ed's trousers to fall-fronts for a historical feel, Izzy's puffy sleeves, the handmade fringe on Lucius's red jacket, or the increasing absurdity of navy uniform cuffs between Nigel and Chauncey.

A really big one is the fact that they don't shy away from historical footwear! In almost every example above, we see the period drama's obsession with putting men in skinny jeans and bucket-top boots, but not only does Stede wear his little red-heeled shoes with stockings, but most of his crew, and the ordinary people of Barbados, wear low boots or pumps, and even rough, masculine characters like Pete wear knee breeches and bright colours. It's inaccurate, but at least it's a new kind of inaccuracy, that builds much more on actual historical fashions, and eschews the shortcuts of other, grittier period dramas in favour of colour and personality.

But also. At least it fucking says something with its leather.

[lokideservesahug]

Always With Me

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Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader (I think gn)

Warnings: Nothing, just a(n inchident?!? Sorry lol) short thing :).

Notes: CHARLES WIN IN MONACO!!! WOOOOO❤❤❤ I was inspired by something @a-beaverhausen said when we were talking about Charles and his jewellery in the cool down room (or more particularly, the blue set I've never noticed before)!!

Summary: Your boyfriend is famous for his jewellery. But you can't help but pay special attention to his newst additions.

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Charles wore a lot of jewellery, you know that. Everyone knows that. Whether it was the rings he's worn for years or the friendship braclets given to him by a multitude if fans over the race weekend, he always wears some kind of jewellery. So despite you loving and caring for your boyfriend deeply, you didn't pay much mind to any new additions to his person with how often his wrists sported new accessories.

However, when you watch the projection of the three podium sitters in the cooldown room, your attention is fixed soley on your boyfriend. Or more particularly what he's doing. You find it both endearing and extremely sweet that one of the first things he does after every race is re-adorn himself with his staple jewellery (whether he DNF's or wins for the first time ever in his home track). Yet, more particularly, you take notice of the more expensive looking set of bracelet and ring he's currently putting on (rather attractively you must say).

Now, Monaco is a busy weekend because:

a) It's Monaco for crying out loud and

b) It's Charles' home race of course.

So you noticed that he had new, clearly expensive looking jewellery this weekend but hadn't had the time to fully take it in. Yet as you look at it you swear that it's the familiar shade of your birthstone. You, however don't have much time to ponder on it before the crowd goes wild with applause and Carlos makes his way on to the podium and you wait excitedly for your boyfriend to make his Monaco podium debut.

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Light cuts softly through your soft slumber and you feel your boyfriend nuzzle futher into your shoulder and groan slightly. As most would expect, last night's celebrations were off the charts. But, that also leaves your boyfriend in a very hungover, very clingy state. You, fortunately (having the saner mind last night out of the two of you) decided not go get wasted and so that left you able to admire your drowsy boyfriend who was currently waking from the last holds of slumber. He throws his left arm over your waist and that's when you notice his jewellery again.

Exactly as you expected. The lovely shade of your birthstone greets you or rather the sight or many of your birthstones on his ring and bracelet meet your curious gaze. You hear a soft grumble and then "Bonjour ma chérie." You chuckle at his gruff voice. "Morning Charlie." You kiss the crown of his head. "How is my favourite Monaco race winner today?" You feel his toothy grin against your chest and hear his chuckles. He awners your question and you distantly clock his far off words but don't respond.

"Darling?" You hum at him and meet his soft gaze. "What has you so distracted?" You shake your head slightly and your eyes catch in to his bracelet once again. "Nothing." He follows your gaze and blushed once he realises the object of your attention. Charles buries his head in your chest once more and mumbles something inaudibly. "Pardon?" You softly beckon the man to repeat himself. He lifts his head but refuses to meet your eyes "I said. I was hoping you wouldn't realise that." You tilt your head at his words. "What? Why?" He shakes his head and his cheeks warm again. You smile fortly at him. "Come on you can tell me. I just want to know about your new jewellery. I didn't take that as your style." Charles meets your eyes and elaborates. "It's just a friend of mine wanted to make some jewellery for me when you were away a few weeks ago." You hum at his words and gesture his hand for him to continue. "And I just really missed you and didn't like feeling like that. So I thought if I had jewellery of your birthstone it would be like I always had a piece of you with me."

It was now your turn to blush at his clearly love filled words. "Oh..." Despite making the connection that his jewellery was made of your birthstone, you hadn't hadn't bold enough to make the assumption that he had done it deliberately for you rather than it being a consequence. "Well." You softly kiss his nose. "I think it's sweet." You smile at him. "Although, I can't say I don't feel a bit left out." His face swiftly splits out into that full face grin you fell in love with. " Well mon ange, I can easily fix that."

And despite your teasing words holding no weight, his certainly did. And he proved this when two days later, he gifted you a small box with a rather large, attractive opal of his birthstone sat on a gorgeous chain and a promise of a ring coming soon. Only he didn't specify exactly what kind of ring he meant and he knew that the one he was going to gift to you also came with very important question...

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[animeomegas]

Omega!Neji x Alpha!Reader - Altered Mission

Warnings: non-consensual drugging (but the person being drugged is aware), reference to human trafficking.

Okay, okay, so imagine going on a joint mission with Neji. A couple of nearby towns have been getting terrorised by an unknown serial criminal who has been drugging and abducting innocent people, so they've all pooled together for a couple of powerful ninja to find and dispose of the culprit.

You and Neji get chosen for the mission. You're pretending to be newly weds on their honeymoon, hence why a real couple was picked for the realism factor, and you're going to be trying to bait this criminal into showing themself, ideally by getting them to target one of you.

So you play it up. And honestly, it's kind of fun. You and Neji get to stay in a fancy hotel, go out to restaurants and bars, flirt and cuddle in public, all while being paid!

...

"Are you enjoying the market, darling?" you asked, keeping your arm snuggling around Neji's waist to both play up the silly, naïve newly weds, and to keep you both from getting separated in the crowd.

"It's lovely," Neji responded, shooting you a warm smile. For all the performance, you can tell that he's genuinely having a good time. "And it's even lovelier because you are here with me."

You pecked him on the head, "I will follow you everywhere if that brings you joy, my love. Do you see anything that you like? I want to spoil you." Especially because you weren't actually paying for anything; you'd been given an allowance to enjoy yourselves and you'd sooner die than return to Konoha with a single ryo left unspent on cherishing your mate.

Neji hummed, eyes flitting over all the booths. You watched the moment that they landed on a booth full of shiny jewellery. He pulled you with him as he approached it, and you watched as he gently touched a thin silver bracelet with a single lilac coloured precious stone.

"Do you like that one?" you said quietly. Neij looked up at you and you could see the conflict in his eyes for a moment. You had mostly worked through Neji's issue with accepting gifts and pampering, but especially expensive things still gave him pause. Then the moment passed and Neji gently nodded.

The seller was clearly watching you both like a hawk, and quickly jumped to telling you the price and taking your money. You didn't bother with any packaging, and just gently clasped it on Neji's wrist immediately. Neji held it up and it glinted in the sun.

"It's beautiful," Neji said, leaning into your side as you started away to another booth. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome, my love. It suits you. And you know the best part?"

"Hmm?"

You leaned in a whispered, "Technically... Naruto paid for it."

Neji snorted and then quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

...

But then on the third night, you notice this guy flitting around you and Neji. You share a significant glance with Neji, but you don't do anything but continue to flirt and talk about meaningless nonsense.

When you're sure that something is up with this guy, Neji excuses himself to 'use the toilet' and you go to 'get another drink', leaving Neji's still half-full drink on your table.

You watch from the corner of your eye as this guy pours some white powder into Neji's drink.

Gotcha.

You go back to the table with your new drink as Neji returns, slipping into the booth beside you. You pull him close.

...

"Make sure to giggle after I've finished talking, but the guy in the blue jacket has drugged your drink." You keep a smile on your face, flirtatiously fiddling with a strand of Neji's hair.

Neji giggled just as you'd suggested, before turning his head into your neck. "He's watching to see me drink it," Neji whispered. "I don't know how to trick him into thinking I've done it without doing it."

"Just... pour it onto your lap or pretend to sip at it."

"Don't you see how intently he's watching? If he notices, he could realise that we're baiting. It will be much harder to find him if he's been spooked. Our mission specifically states that we must be discreet to avoid causing a panic."

You tightened your grip on him, not liking this turn of events. "Just... only have a sip or two then. Please be careful, don't drink too much."

Neji nodded, and taking a deep breath, he picked up his glass and took a sip. "Look after me alpha. Please."

"No one will touch you, I promise. In a few minutes act intoxicated. I'll take you back to the hotel and pretend to leave you alone to get some painkillers and bottled water. When he enters the hotel room, I'll neutralise him without drawing any attention from civilians or hotel staff. I'll keep you safe."

Neji nodded, taking another sip. "I trust you, alpha."

...

Fifteen minutes later and Neji is acting differently. He's clingier, less co-ordinated, slurring his words. But the scary part is that you're not sure if it's really an act, because his skin is very flushed and as far as you can tell with his white eyes, his pupils are dilated.

You make a big show of deciding to take him back to the hotel because he's 'had a bit too much to drink'. Part of the way back you're forced to pick Neji up as he can no longer walk. His head lolls on your shoulder, little whimpers escaping whenever you jostle him too much.

Worry begins to could your mind because how strong were those drugs?? But you try to focus back on the man who is definitely tailing you. Once he's dead, you can focus on Neji.

You get into the hotel and make sure to drop your room number into the conversation before telling Neji that you'll tuck him into bed before going down the road for some supplies for his inevitable hangover tomorrow.

...

You gently removed Neji's shoes and jacket before tucking him bed. He relaxed once he was amongst the soft sheets, but as you pulled away, he made a noise of discontent.

"These drugs... are s-strong," he slurred, hazy eyes staring up at you. "I can't... keep m' thoughtss... strai't. I can't... can't defend m'self, a'pha."

"I know, I know baby," you soothed, running your thumb under his eye. "I'm going to go round the front and up the building to our balcony, okay? You'll only be alone for a few moments, and nothing will happen to you. Just try to rest."

It was only the years of mission conditioning that was allowing you to keep your head. Anxiety clawed at every part of you, but you ignored it. You had to kill the target, then you could look after Neji.

And with that anxiety screaming at you, you walked back out of the hotel room, pretending not to notice the man lurking in a shadowing corner.

...

As soon as this guy is out of sight, you sprint your way out of the hotel and up the side of the building until you get to the balcony for your room, which you unlocked earlier.

You can hear him picking the lock from the other side. You wait with baited breath.

He gets in and quietly shuts the door behind him. You wait for a few moments, to make sure he can't run, and just as he approaches Neji, you spring from the balcony.

You are so angry, furious even, that you shove your kunai through his neck with admittedly more force than necessary. He dies quickly, blood staining the carpet.

...

"A'pha?" Neji called weakly from the bed.

"I'm here, baby, you're safe, I just need to take care of the body, okay?"

"Do't leave 'gain," Neji whined, barely conscious. When you didn't immediately reply, he continued, voice desperate, "A'pha, please, 'm scared."

And fuck, that hurt your heart so much to hear. Because of course he was scared. He was powerless right now, and you knew Neji hated that. You were the only one he allowed to see him like this.

"Okay, okay," your mind raced for a solution. "Okay, let me just put it in the bathroom, I'll be right there, Neji."

As fast as you could, you dragged the body into the bathroom, quickly but thoroughly washed your hands, shut and locked the balcony door and then returned to your omega's side. You didn't even bother to shed any clothes but your shoes and bloodstained jumper.

Neji relaxed as you enshrined him in your arms, protecting him from the outside world.

"I've got you, Neji, I've got you."

"Don't- don' leave."

"I won't, I promise. I won't leave your side for even a moment."

"'kay," he muttered. "I trus' you."

[grinsgrimmy]

Hello, Writer-nim! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

I'm a new fan of your blog! I really like how you write! ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ᡣ𐭩 I saw that your drabble request slot is still open. I'm just wondering if you'll be able to write a character from 'Death is the only ending for the Villainess'? For Callisto Regulus, specifically? ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ

Like, Reader finds a jar that's full of trinkets and it's so familiar to her because these are all the trinkets she gave to him since they met. And it's like Callisto's greatest treasure. ૮⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ ა

Thank you in advance, Writer-nim! 화이팅~! (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡

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DEATH IS THE ONLY ENDING FOR THE VILLAINESS

๋࣭⭑ֶֶֶָָָ֢֢֢𖹭 drabble. (816 words)

sum. you found a jar on callisto's dresser. the content in the jar were familiar to you

note : thank you for your request and kind words, anonie! it took me a while to do this because i could not exactly understand callisto's personality for some reason. I ended up summarising his personality to be NEARLY the same as sylus from love and deepspace. regardless, I FINALLY DID NOT GO OVER THE WORD LIMIT !!

drabble request slots have reopened !

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“aren't you so bold to snoop around the crown prince's bedroom, dear?”

callisto mused, leaning against the doorframe with that insufferable, arrogant smirk of his. he eyed you going through his bedroom with an amused glint in his eyes.

clearly, he was enjoying the sight of you getting caught in the act.

you did not actually mean to snoop around callisto's bedroom. you had been waiting for him when he was busy getting dressed. since you had nothing to do, you let your eyes mindlessly wander around his massive yet empty room.

it was not as though you were trying to find something. you were just idly passing time while waiting for him. but then your eyes landed on something that sat sitting on his dresser that was oddly near his bed.

before you could think twice about what you were doing, your curiosity got the better of you. hence, you ended up investigating what that odd thing could be.

when you gazed upon the item. it was an old, weathered glass jar, though the content within it were certainly new. you took a moment to process what exactly it was that gave a tug of familiarity.

the trinkets were so familiar to you.

you would have not bat an eye on that glass jar if it were not for the contents in it.

then, callisto caught you in that moment.

which led to callisto standing in the doorway, giving the most annoying smirk known to man alongside that look of bemusement.

you felt your heart racing when you were caught. though you knew you were not guilty, you felt as if you were touching something so incredibly intimate to him.

you straightened up immediately. your hands instinctively moving to your back to hide the jar you took from his dresser.

you took another long gaze in the jar without shame to ease your curiousity. after processing it, it caught you by surprise when you realised what those were.

the trinkets and other items within it were tiny gifts you gave callisto over the course of your time together.

small tokens of affection or silly, spontaneous, or callisto decided it would be better to steal it from you.

each trinket within it brought back memories of the two of your shared moments you did not know you needed to remember.

a pebble from your garden that you gave to callisto during your early days of meeting him to boldly mock him. several jewellery you gifted (and stolen) to callisto. two overworn handkerchiefs and other tiny content you saw—

all these small, seemingly insignificant gifts you had given to him,

you never realised he had kept them.

it hit you hard. you could not even comprehend what you felt seeing the jar.

affection? adoration? nostalgia? disbelief?

there were too many thoughts running through your mind.

your fingers tightened around the jar unconsciously, as if shielding the vulnerability you felt at that moment.

callisto, the annoyingly observant man that he is, noticed your change in expressions. he gave you a knowing look as he took a slow step forward to you.

“i had no idea you were so sentimental, darling,” he commented with his usual teasing tone, yet it was laced with something more.

you opened your mouth to speak, but your words were tangled in your throat. you were caught by the strange, warm ache in your chest that you could not explain.

“i didn't know you kept these...” you croaked out, trying not to sound vulnerable, but your voice was softer than you intended. you glanced at the jar again with disbelief.

his lips curled into a tiny, gentler smile, yet he managed to maintain his arrogant smirk after. he took the jar from your hands carefully. you noticed he was cradling it almost reverently, scared it would break.

“this is where i store my greatest treasures,” callisto murmured, his voice almost tender when he glanced at the content within the jar.

his eyes shifted to you. he placed the jar where it belonged, then his fingers brushed against yours. he gave a knowing grin. “if i could put you in here, i would,” he said teasingly, but you could sense that he actually meant it.

he then leaned down to press a kiss to the top of your head. the warmth of his lips lingered longer than you expected. it was a quiet gesture, but it was profound to you, as if it were a promise.

in that moment, you realised it was not just the objects that made you sentimental, it was that callisto had truly seen you. all these tiny things could have been easily overlooked, but he cherished it.

callisto cherished you.

"thank you," you whispered. the words carried heavy meaning. you gave him a smile, a sincere one without artifice. a smile that caught callisto off guard.

callisto then smiled, a smile that matched yours— genuine and sincere, far more than either of you had anticipated.

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[axelsagewrites]

Where Am I?*Part Seven

Pairing: modern!f!reader x (to be determined...soon...) Ubbe, Ivar, Sigurd, Hviserks, Bjorn

Series Summary: After falling head first the reader wakes up face to face with a group of strangely dressed men who look eerily like the vikings she studies

Word count: 1511

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Slowly but surely, you were settling into this new Viking lifestyle. That doesn’t mean it didn’t have its draw backs.

“There just innards!” Sigurd half yelled as you tried not to puke.

“I don’t care its gross!”

“Its food!”

“Not yet it ain’t!” you gagged, remembering how he tried to make you disassemble the deer. You’d went back home a shuddering mess and luckily Bjorn said he’d do it for you. But Sigurd wasn’t letting it go, “What’s the big deal anyway? it’s done now,”

“Because you get the princess treatment,” he rolled his eyes as he continued to cut up his onions.

You rolled your eyes and tried your best to focus on the carrots. Then you heard a sniffle, “Dude, are you crying?”

“No!” he spat, “It’s the onions,”

“It’s only because you’re crushing them, here- “you tried to help him, but he snatched the knife back, “I’m just trying to help,”

Sigurd rolled his eyes, continuing to cut the onions through his tears, “Well you’re helping wrong,”

That’s it. you gave it. you dumped the carrots you’d just cut into the stew and stormed away, ignoring his protests.

As you made your way to the market you breathed a sigh of relief when you spotted Ivar and Hvitserk at a stall. They smiled as you approached but you just groaned, “Is he always such a control freak?” They glanced at each other before nodding in unison, “Next time give me a heads up,”

“You never listen when we do,” Hvitserk teased.

“That’s cause you give terrible advice,” you hummed sweetly, “You boys having a shopping spree?”

You had all came to a mutual understanding that you would no longer be explaining every little modern phrase or idiom since you wanted to keep your sanity intact. Now they just guessed and hoped for the best.

“I think?” Hvitserk said, “I need leather to make a new bag and Ivar just likes looking at shiny things,” he said as he nudged his younger brother.

You just smiled, confused by the slight blush on his cheeks and Hvitserk’s sniggers. Clearly you hadn’t noticed Ivar checking you out. “Mind if I tag along?”

Walking around the markets of Kattegat was both chaotic and oddly relaxing. You probably would be nervous if you weren’t flanked by at least two sons of Ragnar at all times. You were stood admiring a jewellery stall while Ivar argued with the stall owner over a price of a carved dagger head. Hvitserk in his true fashion was chatting up the stall owner’s daughter.

“Which one do you like?”

“Jesus!” you span around, pushing Ubbe back, “don’t sneak up on me,”

The older brother laughed as you let out a sigh and turned back to the stall, “Sorry, sorry. You make it too easy though,” he held his hands up in mock defence as he peered over your shoulder.

You rolled your eyes before picking up one of the bracelets. It looked like silver, iron maybe, you weren’t a hundred percent sure on what was used these days, but it was beautiful. An open bangle with a Viking cross on its face, Celtic banding going along the sides. “This is cute though,”

As you looked up you saw Ubbe nodding to the guy before they began to barter, “You really don’t have to- “Ubbe didn’t even respond as the men continued to haggle. You stood, unable to intersect, until eventually Ubbe handed the man some coins, “You didn’t need to buy it- “

“I wanted to,” he said, taking it gently from your hands and placing it on your wrist. You coughed a little, trying to force the butterflies out your stomach but when Ubbe looked up at you with a little smile you had to look away.

“Thank you,” you muttered.

-

Later that evening you were all sat around the fire after polishing off the stew Sigurd had made. “That was one good deer,” Hvitserk said as he laid back, resting his head in his hands as he faced the sky.

“Would’ve been nicer if I had some help to cook,” Sigurd grumbled.

Eyebrows raised at his comment but despite how petty you wanted to be you decided to ignore him. When Bjorn looked at you, eyebrow raised, you mouthed ‘tell you later’ and stood up. “Anyone else want more wine?”

All cups went into the air. You laughed as you grabbed the jug, topping off all the cups. Of course you started with Sigurd, not before asking, “More wine?” with a sweet smile. To which he grumbled a quiet yes. You rolled your eyes before turning to the rest of the boys.

You were honestly surprised Bjorn actually joined you all for stew. Ragnar had joined you all but skipped out on the post dinner drinks to go annoy Floki about some boat while Aslaug disappeared into her own world.

Not wanting to disturb her you all decided to start a bonfire a short walk away while you all relaxed. “Thanks,” Bjorn muttered as you finished filling his cup. He raised an eyebrow when you sat down between him and Hvitserk’s star gazing but didn’t protest. “New bracelet?”

Instinctively your hand went to your wrist, holding the bracelet lightly, “Ubbe got me it,”

Ubbe nodded silently while Ivar’s eyes went wide before trying to appear calm, “When?” he asked.

“When you were threatening to demonstrate all the things you could do with a dagger to the owner of the stall,” you smirked. Ivar rolled his eyes, but it was Hvitserk laugh that caught your attention. “What?”

“Oh, nothing you sweet summer child,” he teased. As Sigurd snorted at his joke you decided to be mature. So naturally you hit Hvitserk. “Hey!” he whined, rubbing where you smacked his shoulder.

“Are all Vikings horn dogs or is it just him?”

“I’d ask what that means,” Ubbe laughed, “but I can take a guess,”

“Hey, I just like a little fun,” Hvitserk protested with a laugh, but you just rolled your eyes.

Before this conversation could get any worse for you, you decided to change it, “So what Viking training do I get tomorrow?”

“We have to do training tomorrow,” Ubbe said, before giving his brothers a pointed look, “and no getting out of it this time,” he said only to get waved off. You saw a slight smirk on Bjorn’s face as he watched how his younger brothers interacted. It must be quite odd for him, you thought, being so much older yet still only being a brother.

“I guess I have been a bit of a distraction,” you laughed before laying down next to Hvitserk to look at the stars.

You didn’t need to look up to know Sigurd was nodding his head. “A welcome one though,” Hvitserk teased, his head rolling over to smirk at you. You just hummed at him, before turning your attention back to the stars.

“I suppose I shall entertain myself,” you sighed and before anyone could protest you decided to add, “and if anyone ruins my long lay in, I shall use the skills you all taught me to stab you,”

“You become more like us every day,” Ubbe laughed. The chatter continued but you found your attention being lost more and more as you gazed into the sky.

You couldn’t help but let your mind wander. Did your family miss you? Were they looking for you right now? How much time had even past back home? It’s only been a week here, yet it felt like a lifetime. Did they even know you were gone?

“You, okay?” Hvitserk’s hushed voice snapped you out of it though not loud enough to distract the others from their conversations.

You turned your head to him and that’s when you felt the wetness on the side of your face. Quickly you whipped the tears away, “Yeah sorry. Was just thinking,”

“It’s alright,” he said, a soft smile on his face, “What about?”

You debated saying nothing, but his sweet smile made you, “Home,”

“I’m sorry,”

“It’s not your fault,” you said, turning your head back to the sky.

“Can I admit something rather selfish?” he asked and when you glance over you also noticed his eyes were back on the stars.

“Always,”

Finally, he met your eyes again, “I’m glad you’re here. Even if it means…you know,”

You smiled lightly, “I’m glad to be here, in a weird, twisted way. I just hope someday I get to go back. I miss it,”

“What was it like?” he asked.

Your eyes went back to the stars as you began to retell your tales. Stories you once thought were insignificant meant so much. Hvitserk listened to it all. After what felt like an hour of talking you finally let him get a word in edge wise, not that he was complaining, “I hope I get to come with you, even for a little while. You can show me your world,”

“Id like that,” you smiled before you both just lingered in the comfortable silence.

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[neetily]

hi neet! i’d love to see how you would write a sam/seb/fem!farmer kidnapping story 🫶🏼 she just kept leading them on, y’know? she was just asking for it!

love a good sambastian duo x

warning: kidnapping, noncon/rape, creampie, restraints, gag wc: 2,617

Never in the many dreams he's spent restless nights alone with only the thought of you to keep him company did he ever imagine that you'd look so nice draped in silver.

It's chunky. Maybe a little too big for your size, but pretty nonetheless, he assures you! Shining nicely under the dull light of Sebastians basement bedroom, and the glittering that sparkles under your soft squirming around pairs nicely with the attire he found you in tonight— that being of your barely there to begin with pyjamas. Short shorts and simple top, breezy in the mooonlight, an invitation, right?

The frantic clink! of the chains wrapped around, well... Pretty much every part that they can wrap around—your neck, your ankles, your wrists—the sound of your squirming gets him excited. Makes him feel powerful, a sickening joy settling thickly in his stomach at the sight of your new jewellery. And the desperate pleas spoken in metal drags him out of his self indulgent thoughts to instead bear witness to how well you wear fear as Sebastian tugs playfully at those very same shorts.

It's a pity Sam can't hear your likely pretty begging and whining behind the makeshift gag adorning you. Can't listen to how nicely you'd sob stop. Can't have you asking for help, can he?

"You should go first," Sebastian mutters, though Sam can quite clearly hear the smirk in his words. Like an excited child, the act of peeling your shorts and panties from your goose bumped skin looks similar to a child opening their Christmas presents. "You put in most of the work securing her, it's only fair."

They'd spoken about who should go first countless times, y'know. Because you're so special to them, even if they talk about you like you're not even there. A mere object, right? Spent hours mulling it over to be honest, going back and forth on several different points. Like who loves you more. Or who's wanted you for longer. Or, more immaturely, who's older. And though Sam is more than happy to be the first to touch you tonight, already hard before getting a mere glimpse of your puffy pretty pussy, he figures he's got a better idea for how tonight should pan out.

You can thank the expression of dread you greet him with for that— it's soooo cute. Turns him on so much, y'know...

And it's not his fault that he finds you attractive, right? You should feel happy, thankful, that his cock is rock hard and pointing directly towards you right now. He just wants to keep you looking so pretty. Fuckin' hot when you stare up at him with those big doe eyes, body trembling under his watchful eye, begging without having the words for it. You should keep looking at him like that— it only turns him on further.

And that's the sole reason for his change of plans. To keep you scared. Keep you soft and pliable and fucking scared.

"Nah," he sighs, almost idly if not for the way his hooded lids remain trained on you. "We should go together I think. Have fun at the same time."

"Y'don't gotta tell me twice." Sebastian hums back at him, taking advantage of your captivity by digging his nails into your flimsy pyjama top, and tearing it right down the middle. Sam would like to say that they'll get you a new one, but after a sharp suck of air at the sight of your exposed chest, he's not so sure about that.

The panicked, though muffled behind the poor gag, sob you let out only earns some barked laughter from Sam, who kindly explains the situation you've now found yourself in.

"Couldn't rightly take it off nicely, could we? Not with those chains in the way..." He pouts, adopting a tone one would when telling off a child. Complete with a waggle of his finger. Like he's toying with you. Like he's having fun tormenting you. "S'the only way to do it m'afraid."

"It's okay," Sebastian quickly reassures you, though Sam is just as quick to pick up on the true mocking tone underlying his gentle petting over your now exposed tummy, and the slight tut to his words from looking down at you. "We can play nice from now on. Promise."

Maybe you can, Sam thinks to himself. But he, on the other hand, is practically ready to burst from the sight of your heaving chest, quick fast paced breaths that give your true feelings of terror away from just a quick glance. The shaky closing of your legs as if doing so would somehow keep your dignity intact. And it's exciting, like hunter and prey. Except he's already captured you, and he intends on enjoying his reward to the fullest extent— starting with drooling over your pretty tits.

So cute, especially with your laboured breathing. Bouncing a little with your fear, and oh, so, kissable. A shared thought, no doubt, given how Sebastian seems to immediately latch onto a nipple. Eager to show you his held back affections— though perhaps a little too eager, shown in the way your back arches in an attempt to get away from his sharp teeth and rough claws that paw and pad at your unattended tit.

Well, Sam thinks. Time for his reward.

You've got no idea just how long he's been waiting for this, really. Him and Seb, plotting together like two thieves in the night, intent on stealing you away. And more importantly, your innocence. Your sense of safety, turning you into nothing but an object for them to love— which is what you are, right? A pretty little thing, writhing under Sebastians lewd touch, wide eyes begging for Sam to do something, literally anything to help.

You're lucky that he loves you so much, because he knows just the thing to help.

The floor isn't the place you deserve to be fucked, but it'll have to do for tonight. You'll learn to love it regardless, maybe even gain enough courage to ask for better treatment eventually. But he doesn't mind helping you along that way in the meantime, ignoring the way tears well in your eyes at the sight of him unzipping and pulling his pants down, because if he stares for too long at your spilling tears then he's sure to bust a load before even getting the chance to prove himself to you. Tugging his pants and boxers down just enough to have his cock spring free, the tip slapping back against his toned tummy with a soft thud, leaving behind a string of precum as another beads to the surface.

"Leave some for me." Sam laughs at Sebastian, though he nonetheless bites down on his bottom lip as he catches sight of the way Seb palms at his fat bulge hidden under his tight pants, getting off merely to pleasing you.

Sam understands. Intrinsically. Intuitively. They're the same. And by that, he means greedy, perverted to the bone.

And he's got one just for you, baby. Rock hard and throbbing at the sight of your tear stained cheeks, bobbing along with his movements as he crawls closer towards you, hovering right above your puffy cunt as Seb makes room for him with a pop! off of your pretty nipple.

All it takes is a look. A shared delusion, spurred on by how desperately you attempt to escape your chains. Which, of course, you know is impossible. So the only other reasonable explanation for your squirming must be that you're aiming to turn them on more, right? Looking to rile them up, of which you're doing so so expertly, prompting Sam into sighing with horny frustration as he lines himself up to your wanting hole, tugging your legs open further far too roughly if your high pitched squeal is anything to go by.

"Keep cryin'," he huffs, clearly excited by the broken sounds he rips out of you. "Yer only gittin' me harder, baby..."

With the faux pout of his words, he hopes to communicate just how much he adores your sweet sobs. Especially as he rubs the tip of his leaking tip up and down your sopping slit— your body gives you away, poor thing... All that teasing Sebastian was doing must have prepared you well, huh?

"C'mon," Sebastian goads him, rushed breaths and all. "Take it, take her, she's practically beggin' fr'it."

Sam always knows when Sebastian is really into it, the slur of his accent showing is tell tale enough. As if the hidden bulge his friend sports isn't evidence enough.

But it's with this prompting, the enticing offer to give you exactly what you're wanting, that he finally gives in to his selfish desires. The ones he's been holding close to his heart, and even closer to his cock, pretty much since you moved into the valley. Sebastian too, he's sure. And he did want to fuck you as a duo, but you've got him feeling so selfish baby... Cause it's his cock that he wags against your hole, teasing your entrance with rushed breaths and cocky tuts. It's his cock that he dips the tip into your wet little hole, his hips instinctively bucking at the immediate warm heat that envelops him. It's his hips that push deeper, further into your little sopping slit with tense huffs and sighs. Tense arms too that hold him upright, lest he falls right on top of you as a full body shudder runs through him at just how tight and perfect you feel.

He immediately wants to fuck his shape into you.

And he barely gives you enough time to grow accustomed to the sudden intrusion before he's already fucking it in and out of you— fully intending on a slow pace to help ease you into it, but the way your hole so eagerly squeezes around his fat cock upon burying himself balls deep has him weak in the knees, makes his hips buck at a too fast pace for him to settle into, in spite of your whining. Perhaps because if your whining, if he's being more honest with himself.

"Oh, fuck—" he shivers above you, doing his best to take in the sight of your scrunched up face— pain or pleasure, he's not sure. And he doesn't really care either, to be honest. "Tight— tightest fuckin' hole, God—" his tone is pitchy himself, whines out from his closing throat as he endures the nice suck of your hole, plapping against you as his balls smack back against your ass with every greedy thrust.

"She good?" Sebastian asks, as if it's not fucking obvious. But Sam is too busy rutting away inside of your pretty captured pussy to do anything but dumbly answer back with a quick yeah, yeah, yeah. Mind numb thanks to how well you take his cock, hynoptised by the sight of your pretty tits bouncing in time with his fucks. You're perfect, you're perfect, you're so fucking perfect— Like you were made to take his cock, confirming that he and Sebastian made the right choice in stealing you away tonight.

And other nights, because is he fuck letting this tight cunt go any time soon. And once Sebastian has his turn, he's certain that he'll agree with this assertion. If he ever gets a shot of you that is, because shit, if you aren't half convincing him to keep you all to himself tonight.

Little cunt sucking him off so well, yeah? Tight with fear, squeezing his fat cock just right, good enough to leave him gasping for air above you. A little drooly too, salivating over the sight of you trying your hardest to play hard to get. With eyes tightly squeezed shut every time he buries himself balls deep into you, bullying his tip against your squishy walls like they were his to own. And at least for tonight, for right now, they are. How could you not be? Given the way you dribble saliva for Seb to lick up too, spotted from a mile away under the dim shine from the failing cieling light, a sudden jolt of pleasure coiling in his tummy when Sebastian takes to slobbering all over your face in response. Kisses, maybe, but it looks more like he's trying to eat you alive. Leave his mark on your somehow, somewhere, with fat drops of tears only adding to his friends salty pleasure.

"Don't— haah," God, the sound of your squelching cunt leaves him more than a little breathless, the muted whines and cries you crack out are so cute too, like you're struggling to breathe. You'd look even cuter actually choking, he bets. "Don't hear y'askin' for us t'stop, huh?" He mocks you from above, matching his harsh words with even meaner thrusts, inevitably fucking you up the cold hard wood floorboards from how greedy he is to feel good.

"S'right..." Sebastian coos against your sticky cheek, though nonetheless eyes up your sticky cunt too. Coated in Sam's precum, your own slick just gushing out of you with every fuck to give away how you truly feel about their assault tonight. Drooling all over his cock, yeah? Mindlessly babbling and sobbing to yourself as if that isn't the hottest thing either of them have ever fucking seen. "Almost as if... You want this, right? Want us t'be a little rougher, baby? D'ya like it when Sammy fucks you? Feels good, huh? Bet you—"

It doesn't matter what Sebastian is yapping about, because Sam catches you feebly trying to shake your head no, God, no, and he can feel himself grow infinitely closer to the sight alone. Nevermind the fact that Sebastian is knowingly turning Sam on just as much as he's attempting to make you wetter, and it's fucking working. The thought of filling you up faster, harder, humping your tight little hole silly all night long, until he's nothing but a mess of fluids and you're left dumb on the end of his cock, the thought of it all has his balls tight and his tummy flipping. Filling with butterflies of desire as he pounds your shape into the floorboards below with so much speed and force that he can barely keep up with himse. He's never been the best at holding himself back... Or accountable, really.

Which is why he makes no effort in pulling out of your perfect little angel cunt as soon as he feels himself tipping over the edge. Nor does he warn you, really, save for a slight stutter in his imprecise thrusts as he seeks only his own end for now.

There's plenty time to look after you later, right?

A brief fuck escapes him as thick ropes of sticky seed paint your insides white, tacky and fucked in and out of you with lazy thrusts as he milks himself fully into your pretty pussy— and the way you continue to squeeze around him? God, he never wants to leave. Making sure to push his hips flush against your ass and thighs as if attempting to plug your hole full of his cum, better not let any of it go to waste! Or he might just need to fuck another load into you, yeah?

And he's barely got time to catch his breath from abusing you before Sebastian is tugging him off and out, a silly whine escaping Sam at the loss of heat and tightness as his cock pops! out of you.

"S'my turn," Sebastian slurs with as much restraint as his sly smirk gives away. "The look on your face, Sam— gotta feel her fr'myself."

Whether you like it or not.

[the-fandom-abyss]

Prompt: here

First Sentence Prompt

“How will I explain this to the others?” Melissa chastised herself for leaning in, for brushing her lips against yours. She swore that she wouldn’t, that she couldn’t and yet, she moved closer. She was spiralling with thoughts of her fellow teachers, how they would react to the news.

“You say, that you slipped and fell?”

“Be serious!” Melissa paced her living room, panicked that Jacob would be home any minute. She didn’t intend to bring you to her home, or to become quite intimate with you. She clearly didn’t think it through and now she had to deal with what will come next. “How will I explain that I brought home the temp? That I’m thrice their age and that I should have known better”

“The temp? Like I’m some stray you found on the street?” Melissa halted, her head slowly turned to you. She was thinking out loud, she never gave a thought to how you would feel, how you would want to proceed.

“No, that’s not what I meant. People may think that I used my power over you or worse, took advantage” she nibbled on her lip in worry, her fingers playing with the jewellery on her hands.

“I don’t think that and isn’t that all that matters? I like you Melissa and I would like to pursue this, I don’t care what others think” her heart thawed at your words and the confidence behind them. She just needed to get out of her head.

[aggresivemenace]

Oh, to be a Big E's favourite personal serf...

• first time he notices you is among other serfs.

• they look exhausted and tired, even though they are honoured to serve on Terra and to see the God-Emperor in person.

• you don't even look tired. you are the youngest of them. You wear the same white toga as others, but its laps are adorned with golden small embroidery.

• that time he didn't do anything about it. Just another serf. Who cares? He was having enough work to do. Being an Emperor of Humankind is tough, you know.

• two days later, he saw you again. You were carrying a big glass of wine in your hands, clearly being in a hurry, but still looking so unbothered.

• he studied you a bit closer. You were wearing gold.

• golden little earrings, one thin bracelet, and the same anklet. Your toga was folded this way that it appeared a bit shorter and tighter.

• very unusual for serf, who usually aren't bothered by jewellery, especially during their work.

• you disappeared behind a huge door, haven't even noticed his huge silhouette. He didn't interpret it as a sign of disrespect, he's wise enough to understand that you have work to do.

• he sees you next evening among your little group in the hall again. Some of you were cleaning the floor, some dusting a big eagle figurine on the column.

• and you were just chewing an apple, jabbering about something with another young serf, laughing. He observed.

• it didn't appear that others were mad or even slightly irritated that you didn't work with them. Interesting.

• despite being the most busy man in the whole universe, sometimes Emperor secretly enjoyed prying on sefs and his little dramas, so he watched.

• so, his interest grew quickly. You were a very pretty little thing, but the most surprising thing for him is that you aren't afraid of him. Not a bit! Even experienced serfs have this little tremble in their hands when they work in the same room with him or if he's passing by. And you didn't.

• he talked to you. And your attitude was the same as with fellow serfs: friendly, open, and very slightly sassy. You knew how pretty and adorable you were, so you didn't hesitate to act like it.

• you could sit on the corner of his table, dangling your feet while telling him about some absolutely insignificant thing like your fellow serfs having an affair, they hide from everybody or how you stained your favourite toga with wine last week. And Throne forbids - he enjoyed your voice. You are a little songbird. He didn't care what you were saying, he loved your voice.

• you quickly became his personal serf. Started wearing slightly golden toga with more embroidery. Jewellery with stones like rubies now. You spoke with no other serf now, and they didn't even try to - jealousy.

• you got a small room near the main Emperor's chambers. You were happy to be there and to serve him, to accomplish only delicate and small tasks - just like you deserve.

• as I've already mentioned you were a beautiful young girl - something even a demigod like him would like to see. He enjoyed how your new toga hugs your waist, showing him some curves of your body.

• his pretty little thing. His pretty white songbird. He liked how you threw your head back laughing. Liked your hair. Your hands so delicate for the hard work of serf. Oh no, no, no. The only place you belong is the corner of his table while chatting and entertaining him. And maybe later somewhere, much softer and warmer. Maybe.

[quirekey]

Hello, can do resquest, Yandere TFA Bumblebee in love with a Cybertronian femme who is shorter than him, and it can be fanfic

Turns out I read this wrong, I AM SO SORRY!!! If you do want me to redo this, feel free to ask me again and I’ll make a whole new fanfic of it!! I am proud of this current one so I hope it does work for you too.

DISCLAIMERS : Anxious thoughts + Mentions of death and fate, Pressure, Unhealthy possession, Implication of stalking

[ YANDERE!BUMBLEBEE ] x [ FEMME!READER ]

[ yandere!bumblebee x human!female!police!reader ]

SUMMARY

You were a highly trained officer, trained by Captain Carmine. You were extremely agile and you were built for on-foot chases. There were many occasions where you had to fight aside the Autobots, but you were never a part of it. Your outfit consisted of the usual police uniform with an oversized belt for style with a few pieces of jewellery for accessory. The chief’s hate for machines really did something to you because you never accepted their offer to join the Autobot team due to them being machines. They were fine with your decision but Bumblebee was furious. He always loved your laid-back and flexible style, he loved it when you joined him in battle, he loved it when you were doing anything. Turned out that your appearance and sly personality took a toll on him ever since you both met. His anger washed over him and it took over.

You were alone in your own anxious thoughts until Bumblebee came by to assist. This drove into Bumblebee’s desperate begging, pressuring you to join the team. You found out some strange aspects of him like how he watches you work in your office when you aren’t looking.

( yes, there will be a part 2 if you guys want it! )

FANFIC

You pushed your hat to the side of your car hood as you leaned onto the side, relaxing. The bright sun burnt onto your skin and jeez… It was boring as hell. Ever since those ‘Autobots’ arrived, crime has been at an all-time low. Sure, that stupid leprechaun is fun to chase after, but he’s never around anymore. You made your way out of the shadows of the alleyway and took a deep breath.

Life is hard. Life is stressful and it’s full of chaos. We will die sooner or later and we can’t escape our fate. Will you die next year? Next month? Tomorrow? Hell even the next hour? Why do we try when we are all gonna fall into the same fate? These thoughts slowly your mind out and-

“Hey, you okay?”

Bumblebee stood over you, leaning down slightly to appear more friendly. His silly horns and bright paint job beamed, his silhouette towering. You brushed your mind aside and nodded, placing a hand on your hip and leaning on one of your legs as your oversized belt shifted in your grasp. Bumblebee was gullible but not gullible enough to believe your casual change.

”Uh huh, sure. I know I’m not the guy to do this type of stuff but you can talk to me! I won’t judge or interrupt at all!”

”No, if I wanted to talk to somebody then I’d get a therap-“

“OH! Also what’s with the extra earrings? You usually wear those tiny; sparkly gems.”

”… Just trying something new.”

Bumblebee’s sudden change in topic did throw you off but you didn’t mind. It wasn’t too big of a deal and he was just being curious. You think he’s sentient… Did somebody like him actually pay that much attention to your appearance that he realised that you barely changed your earrings? You just shrugged and crossed your arms, clearly not taking him seriously.

”And do you wanna join the team?! Optimus told me to ask you!”

“I’ll think about it.”

You knew he was lying. You have told Optimus personally that you prefer to talk to humans and not robots, you weren’t the most comfortable when it came to justice and putting it at risk. If he was lying about his reasoning, why the hell did he even try to ask himself? Perhaps Optimus didn’t tell Bumblebee about your desire to stay out of the Autobot team… But that isn’t something Optimus would do.

The realisation then hit you, was he lying to get you on the team? Why?

”.. Think about it? What’s so bad about the team? We can play video games together! And this game called Uno? I heard Sari talk about it to Prowl but I couldn’t hear them clearly over Optimus’s annoying lectures. Some sort of card game I guess, what are cards? Also what is the point of lectures? They’re pointless and they’re just extended morals………”

You smirked at Bumblebee’s relentless talk, seemingly he could go on forever and you didn’t mind it at all. Sure, their just thoughtless groups of words stringed together, but he wasn’t hurting anybody.

“Bumblebee, I will not join the Autobots team.”

”Wait- you won’t? Why? Oh come on you’d be such an amazing aspect and you would make this team absolutely amazing! You could be my partner and we could chase down crime together!”

“You have Sari, correct?”

“Sure… But she’s 7 and you’re better! Please!! It would be so awesome!! You got nothing better to do anyways! You’re always at your office and you literally scroll all day. It’s stupid how you prefer to scroll then to hang out with m-“

“My office..? I don’t tell anyone about my activities in my office.”

You both went silent. You had an expression that screamed confusion. Bumblebee knew he had stumbled on his words and he didn’t want to make it worse by exposing more. Though he knew this, he was desperate.

”Look, why can’t you just come by at-least!? You literally do nothing and I’m better than that stupid phone! Why won’t you just come around and say hi, that’s the least you could do!”

”Sorry..?”

“Ugh. You and I have so much fun fighting crime together, why is it so hard for you to be my partner!? We’re both made for each other and that’s why we’re here right now. Can’t you just join the team!?”

”Dude, I’m sorry but I ain’t dealing with robo-“

“What did we do wrong!? Your stupid chief brainwashed you and now you think I’m the bad guy! Me in my alt-mode is faster than all of your stupid police cars combined, times ten! How about you leave those scummy policemen and just join our team!”

You backed away into the alleyway, finding you in your previous spot. You quickly made your way to the car door to make a quick escape from Bumblebee’s antics. Bumblebee leaned down and grabbed you. His face was filled with possession and his grasp was firm and harsh.

”You will join and you will like it.”

[suroweczka]

Zoro Proposes to you (fluff)

summary: Zoro gets caught by Nami and Robin while looking at engagement rings. With a little help of his crewmates, he proposes to you, in a Zoro way of course. Purest fluff 🩷 zoro x female reader

word count: idk, you’re welcome

“Alright, everyone! We’ve got some time to explore! I hope to eat some delicious meat!” Luffy shouted, filled with excitement, as The Thousand Sunny docked at a small island. The crew quickly disbanded, eager to enjoy their time in the new place. Zoro, however, felt a different pull that day.

The crew scattered into the bustling town but the noise and chaos of the main square didn’t appeal to him. Instead, he opted for a stroll through the quieter, narrower streets that meandered away from the commotion.

Here, the streets were lined with quaint shops, their signs creaking softly in the breeze. Zoro found this setting much more to his liking, a welcome escape from the chaos he had left behind.

As he wandered down the lane, a small jewelry shop caught his eye. Its window displayed an array of elegant pieces, each one glimmering under the soft light. Zoro paused, an unexpected sense of curiosity bubbling up inside him. Nothing on the display caught his eye in particular, but it reminded him how he had been thinking about taking the next step in your relationship for a while now.

He pushed open the door, his hand a bit shaky as he didn’t quite know what to expect. A small bell tinkled over his head as he entered. The interior was warm and inviting, adorned with beautifully crafted displays showcasing rings, necklaces, and bracelets.

As he wandered through the aisles, he felt a bit lost. He didn’t know exactly what he was looking for. He stopped at a display that featured an array of rings, the choice was overwhelming, he suddenly became anxious, hoping nobody would approach him.

“May I help you, young man?” a voice chimed, pulling Zoro from his reverie. “Looking for something special? Perhaps for a special someone?”

“Shit…” He mumbled to himself as he noticed an elderly man with a warm smile on his face walking towards him.

“N-not really… just browsing. Actually, I didn’t mean to end up here” he replied, his cheeks turned all red. “I better go now, goodbye” he said awkwardly and stormed out of the shop. 

As he closed the door behind him, he heard some giggles in the distance. 

“Have you got lost again?” familiar voice sounded and he realised it was Nami, accompanied by Robin, having fun of what they had just seen. 

“Just… Exploring” He tried to sound as casual as possible but puzzled face said everything.

“Interesting choice” Said Robin “I did not know you were into jewellery, engagement rings to be precise” Nami and Robin shared a glance, their eyes sparkling with mischief.

Zoro’s face turned all red. “What the hell are you talking about?” He barked, clearly annoyed. “I don’t have time for your crap”He turned away and rushed in opposite direction, hoping they would leave him alone and never bring up the topic again.

“Wait!” Nami shouted. 

Robin used her devil fruit powers to stop Zoro, a pair of hands emerged from the pavement and grabbed Zoro’s ankles, which resulted in him landing on the ground.

“Leave me alone you crazy women” He looked up from his spot, furrowing his brows.

“We can help, you know…”Nami leaned closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially “We know (Y/N) well enough to say what she would like. Besides, I wouldn’t trust your taste”

“I do NOT need your help and it has nothing to do with (Y/N)!!” Zoro could not let them win, that would be embarrassing.

Robin chuckled softly, clearly not buying his act. “Don’t be so stubborn. It’s not a secret you two have been in a relationship and it’s only natural you want to take the next step” Robin said calmly, trying her best to encourage him “We can help you make it special. You want it to be perfect, don’t you, Zoro?”

After a moment of hesitation, Zoro nodded slowly, unable to deny the truth. “Yeah, I do.”

Nami clapped her hands together excitedly. “Then let’s go back to the shop! We have to find something that captures both of your personalities.”

“Personalities? It’s just a ri…” Zoro didn’t even manage to finish his sentence as Nami grabbed his arm and dragged him back to the shop.

“Show us the most beautiful and expensive engagement rings you have to offer here, sir!” Nami leaned on the glass counter, her eyes were sparkling, full of thrill.

“Expensive?” Sweat dripped down Zoro’s face, he was sure he would regret his decision to let Nami help him with the purchase.

“Relax, leave it to me” Nami winked

“I did not expect you to be back so soon, young man” the jeweller smiled, leading them to a display case filled with elegant rings. “Here are our customers’ favourite pieces, each and every one made with great precision, though a bit on the pricey side” 

“Pricey…” Zoro gulped.

“Perfect!” Nami squeaked but her enthusiasm was slightly suppressed by Robin, as she gently lied her hand on her shoulder.

“I know we offered our help, but I think Zoro should have a say as well” she said, glancing at his terrified face. “What do you think, Zoro? Anything you have in mind?”

“Ugh… I dunno… I didn’t want it to be very flashy to be fair…”

“What about this one?” The old man pointed to a delicate silver band adorned with a single emerald at its center.

“This one looks nice. Green is your colour which will make the ring remind her of you” Nami pointed out.

Zoro stepped closer, his heart racing as he imagined slipping the ring onto your finger, seeing your eyes light up in surprise and joy. “I’s alright I guess”he said quietly. “I will take it”

“Very good choice, sir. I shall pack it for you”

It might have not been the most expensive ring, as originally planned by Nami, but still not quite cheap. She guessed Zoro didn’t have enough money as he nervously started counting all the Berries he had in his wallet, all covered in sweat. 

“I got you” she whispered 

“Thank you, but it is my responsibility to pay for my woman’s ring”

“Oh, I will make sure you pay me off, don’t you worry” Nami winked.

“I have no doubt about that. And how much interest will you charge me?”

“Well, as it is for (Y/N) and it’s such a special occasion, let’s say 0%...” Nami smiled ominously “…As long as you pay me off within 3 months. Then it’s 50%”

“Jesus Christ woman… I shall make sure I pay you off within that time then…” he sighed.

“All done. Thank you and please visit us again soon” the elderly man handed a small bag to Zoro.

“I am not planning on proposing again in the near future” Zoro muttered which made Robin chuckle. “Hopefully it will be your first and last time”

After finalizing the purchase, Zoro felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. The hardest part was yet to come.

“Sooo… How are you going to propose?” Nami asked as they were all heading back to Sunny. 

“What do you mean? I will just give her the ring” Zoro replied like it was very obvious.

“You can’t be serious”

“What else am I expected to do?” He was not ready for what Nami would come up with.

“Proposals aren't as straightforward as a fight. You’ll need to think about the setting, the words, and also the timing”Robin smiled gently.

“Why is this so complicated? I already bought the damn ring." Zoro groaned, rubbing the back of his neck.

The girls giggled at his cluelessness.

“I would suggest finding some quiet spot, far away from nosy people, so you can both savour this intimate moment in peace”Robin said.

“Yea! And it will be less embarrassing if nobody sees you when she says no” 

“Nami…”

——

As they walked along the path leading back to Sunny, the group stumbled upon a charming clearing in the woods. A quaint little bridge arched over a quiet river, surrounded by tall trees that swayed gently in the evening breeze. The scene looked like something out of a dream.

"This is perfect," Robin murmured, her eyes lighting up as she observed the peaceful ambiance.

"Even you can’t mess this up, Zoro," Nami added, nudging him with her elbow. "Just propose here.”

Zoro gave the scene a brief glance, scratching his head. "Y-Yeah, I guess this could work."

"Here’s what you do," Nami began, holding up her hand as if to count the steps. "Step one: ask her to go on a walk. Step two: lead her here without acting suspicious. Step three: say something from the heart. Not about swords, by the way. Step four: kneel when you give her the ring.“

Zoro frowned. "Why would I kneel? I’m not bowing to anyone."

Nami rolled her eyes. "It’s not bowing; it’s a romantic gesture! Just do it."

Zoro gave her a big sigh but didn’t say anything.

As they made their way back to the ship, Zoro’s thoughts wrestled with the advice. He didn’t want to mess this up, but all this planning was starting to make his head spin. When they reached the Sunny, his focus snapped to you, standing at the dock, gazing out at the horizon. The light of the setting sun bathed you in a golden glow, and Zoro felt his chest tighten.

He approached you casually, trying to act as if his heart wasn’t pounding like he was in the middle of a battle. "Hey," he called out, his voice gruff. "You wanna go for a walk tonight? Got somethin’ to show you."

You turned to him, surprised but smiling. "Sure. Where to?"

Zoro shrugged, keeping his tone even. "You'll see."

As you nodded and walked off to prepare, Zoro felt the weight of the ring in his pocket. He muttered under his breath, "Step one down, I guess."

——

Zoro walked beside you, his hand clasping yours tightly. His palm was sweaty, a rare sign of nerves that immediately caught your attention. You glanced at him, noticing the tension etched on his face.

"Are you okay?" you asked, your voice laced with concern.

"I'm fine," he replied gruffly, his eyes focused straight ahead. But his tone betrayed him.

You raised an eyebrow, stopping in your tracks. "Are you sure? You seem… distracted."

He glanced at you briefly before looking away. "Just walk, will ya?"

Suspicious but deciding to let it slide, you followed him through the quiet woods. The sun had set, leaving the clearing bathed in soft twilight. When you reached the charming little bridge, you stopped, stunned.

The gentle sound of the river flowing below, the glow of fireflies flickering in the air, and the serene quietness made the place feel almost magical. You stepped onto the bridge, leaning against the railing, and gazed out at the scenery.

"This is beautiful," you murmured, completely taken in by the moment.

Behind you, Zoro shifted awkwardly, his heart hammering in his chest. He knew he was supposed to say something. There was supposed to be a lead-up, something heartfelt, and maybe even—ugh—a kneel. But every piece of advice Nami and Robin had drilled into him fled his mind.

Before he could overthink it, Zoro reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring. Without a word, and with his face burning red, he slipped it onto your finger while you were still admiring the view.

The sudden sensation of cool metal against your skin made you freeze. You looked down at your hand, your breath hitching when you saw the simple, elegant ring now resting on your finger. Turning slowly, you found Zoro standing there, stiff as a board, his arms crossed and his face an alarming shade of crimson.

"Zoro…?" you started, your voice soft with disbelief. "Is this… what I think it is?"

He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess so," he muttered.

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you. "You guess so?" you teased, raising an eyebrow. "You’re going to have to be a little more specific, swordsman."

His glare snapped to you, embarrassed and annoyed. "Don’t wind me up! You know what it is!" he barked, though his tone held no real heat. “Just stop teasing me and give me the answer!”

You laughed again, covering your mouth with your free hand. "The answer? How can there be an answer without the question?"

Zoro groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "You’re impossible," he grumbled. For a long moment, he said nothing, and you thought he might refuse. But then he took a deep breath, glancing at you with a mixture of frustration and vulnerability.

"Fine," he said, his voice low but steady. "Will you marry me?"

The way he said it—so blunt, so utterly Zoro—made your heart swell. You smiled, your laughter softening into something warm and tender. "Now, was that so hard?" you teased gently, stepping closer.

He grunted, still avoiding your eyes. "So… what do you say?" he asked, clearly flustered but trying to sound nonchalant.

You smiled even brighter, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Of course, it’s a yes."

Zoro exhaled, his shoulders relaxing for the first time all evening. "Good," he muttered, his lips quirking up in the faintest of smiles.

As you admired your ring, Zoro shifted awkwardly, still feeling the weight of the moment. He glanced down at your hand, then back at you, his expression hesitant.

"Uh… do you want me to kneel or something?" he asked, his voice gruff but tinged with genuine uncertainty.

Your laughter burst out before you could stop it. You shook your head, wiping away a tear of laughter.

"No, Zoro," you said, still giggling. "It’s not necessary. I wouldn’t expect that from you."

He blinked, looking almost relieved, and a small, genuine smile crept onto his face. His hand came up, rough and calloused, to gently stroke your cheek. The action was tender, so unlike the usual brusque swordsman you knew.

"I love you," he said simply, his voice steady and sincere.

Your heart fluttered at the words, a warmth spreading through your chest as you leaned into his touch.

"I love you too," you replied softly.

Zoro leaned in, closing the small distance between you, and kissed you. It wasn’t dramatic or overly passionate, but it was perfect—grounded and filled with quiet conviction.

When he pulled back, his smile lingered, his eyes holding an unusual softness. "I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us," he said, his voice low but filled with certainty.

You smiled back, your hand finding his. "Me neither."

As the two of you stood there on the bridge, the quiet river flowing below and fireflies dancing in the air, you felt nothing but peace and joy. For all his cluelessness, Zoro had shown you exactly how much he cared in his own unique way—and that was more than enough.

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BYE BYE BOYFRIEND

You were kinda surprised at how well your Dad and your boyfriend Nate got on. Ever since Mom had left six years ago - you'd worried that your Dad was becoming a recluse, but he and Nate appeared to have discovered a natural chemistry that really brought the old man out of himself.

Your Dad was a rich successful CEO and he had always spoiled you and your Mom, until she ran away with one of his rivals and taken him for half his fortune. Now at last he seemed to have found a kindred spirit and be coming back to his old self.

Nate and your Dad began hanging out together - and soon you were even getting jealous that Nate was spending more time with your Dad than with you.

"Your Dad is the coolest, I feel so at home with him."

Then you noticed that Nate had a new watch... then a diamond bracelet. The jewellery looked kinda... feminine. It looked like the kind of thing your spoiled Mother always used to wear.

You began to suspect that something weird was going on. Your Dad seemed to enjoy spoiling Nate and he seemed to enjoy being spoiled. He became entitled and bratty. He began to expect to be treated kind of like a Princess.

Something weird began to happen. Nate began to lose weight and muscle. He even began to shrink. Around your Dad he became flirty and feminine. He looked kinda older and more mature. You were jealous of how good he began to look.

Nate's taste in clothing changed. He began to wear Dior and Chanel. Big belts and expensive white shirts... only they looked kind of like blouses.

Nate grew his hair longer and you began to notice your makeup was vanishing. He began to tan and shave his legs.

Then one day you woke up to find Nate getting dressed and putting on one of your skirts as if it were nothing unusual. He was exactly your size now... petite and feminine and as you noticed how smooth and perfect his body was you realised something else.

It had been months since you last had sex. As Nate pulled his panties and skirt into place you couldn't see any bulge.

The person who looked back at you looked like a woman. She looked like a bitch. Your eyes went to her chest and you realised she had tits. How had you not noticed before?

Nate got angry when you called him by his name. He said his name was Natalie now and she was your Dad's girlfriend.

You felt confused... it seemed wrong and yet so right.

Natalie was stunning. She looked so sophisticated and you were jealous of her pretty manicured nails and perfect feet. She was so much prettier and better than you.

When you saw Daddy that night and Natalie slid her arm into his, they looked like the perfect couple. Natalie laughed at your Dad's jokes and he clearly loved having her as his girl. She looked born to be his wife.

They got married a few months later and you were a bridesmaid. Natalie made some condescending comment about your dress and how you needed to find a man. By now it was hard to remember she had ever been your boyfriend. It was like reality had changed and Natalie had always been a woman.

You envied her. You envied how beautiful she was. She was perfect. The perfect wife and soon the perfect mother. As you watched her belly swell and she gave birth to a tiny perfect daughter... you somehow knew your inheritence was doomed.

Natalie was everything you could never be and you knew it...

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Karma For Your Fake Best-Friend

• Pile One •

The first message that I’m seeing is that your fake best friend will have to give birth (figuratively) to a very difficult beginning. This is part of their karma because this beginning is full of Saturnian energy, and Saturn is the planet of karma. They will have to help other people with very difficult times in their lives which may be something that they didn’t do before because I’m picking up on a very selfish energy from this person. However, now other people’s situations and what other people have created for themselves and their lives will leave your best friend as the helper - which they’re clearly not happy about. I’m hearing that this person made their bed and now they have to lie in it. They’re stagnant. They feel restricted from creating anything new in their life. For someone in particular, I’m getting a very dark message and that’s about how your best friend could experience difficulty either literally giving birth or difficulty getting pregnant which will cause a lot of distress. The burdens that they are feeling from this karma are going to make them feel extremely aged. They are going to feel like they’re the one who is being forced to be responsible in comparison to everyone else - for the sake of everyone else - while they’re feeling like this should be in reverse. They feel like everyone else should feel responsible for them but that’s not going to happen.

They’re going to lose a lot. Their life is going to seem empty and bare. This could be about them losing possessions that they found integral to their identity such as clothing and jewellery, or they could lose their money which was a huge part of their identity. I’m just seeing this person really having to count their blessings and the little that they have left. I’m also hearing that this person is going to become physically sick due to anxiety and this will show on their face and in their body. They’re going to look physically unwell and that feeds into the message about them feeling like they’re physically and internally aging under this difficult change. One of the things that they are going to have to count as a blessing are the positive memories that they have from the past. They’re going to have to hold onto these memories quite tightly because they are incapable of creating new and positive memories for themselves again. They feel restricted from creating anything in their life. They’re not going to see a way out of their anxiety. They are constantly being placed in positions that confuse them. That make them worry and that leaves their minds incapable of interpreting what they need to clearly. They’re going to be trapped in their head and feeling like there is no way out.

For some in this pile, this fake best friend downplayed your anxiety or treated your anxiety as if it wasn’t a real thing or as if it wasn’t important, and now they’re experiencing severe anxiety that’s trapping them in a mental space that they don’t want to be in. There are three cards in total here about new life and new creation, so there’s a major emphasis on how nothing new will come into their life for a very long time because the energy of Saturn is very slow moving. It’s the one of the slowest moving planets in our solar system, so any karma - positive or negative - that we experience due to Saturn is prolonged for a very long time. This person‘s life will consist of the same-old stressful, burdensome routine. They have to watch everyone else around them in their life, moving onto bigger and better things. Moving onto new pathways and lifestyles that clearly fill them with inspiration and joy and happiness, but they’re going to be left out of this. This is definitely affecting their dating life too. They’re not going to experience meeting anyone new and their dating life could be something that they identified with. They could be very relationship-oriented people and they might feel like they don’t know what to do without a partner. Whether this is a committed partner or someone who is just entertaining them for the time being. Either way, they’re not going to experience any new flame or any new passions in the area of dating. This person is having to feel fragmented. There’s a lot of dissociation here. They feel like they can’t get up off the ground and they feel like they can’t move forward in their life because they’re plagued with a sense of weakness and fragility. Their mind is very fragile too. They feel like they are a very fragile person who’s easy to damage and break. They feel very broken. Especially mentally. Their intuition is also going to be damaged. Their perspective on people and things as well as themselves will also be very distorted. They won’t be able to see clearly in an intuitive way.

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• Pile Two •

This fake best friend pretended to be innocent. They wore a mask of someone who was all about helping and healing, as if they were someone who couldn’t hurt a fly. But in actuality, they pretend to embrace and accept others for the sake of helping people who they’re actually leading to their demise. It’s almost like this person sees people as lambs who they lead to slaughter. They underestimate other people’s intelligence and it’s probably because they prey upon genuinely innocent and soft people - and you are most likely one of them. However, as their karma, they’re going to end up being seen as the innocent lamb being led to someone else’s slaughter house. This sounds very graphic because it is. It’s very sinister - just like their energy is. They’re going to be baited by someone who also portrays themselves as innocent, just like they do, and whoever this person is that meets your fake best friend, they are going to see your best friend as a genuinely innocent and unassuming victim of their’s. This person is encountering someone who is exactly like them and this is someone who they’ll be in a very strange romantic relationship with.

They are going to be drained by this person energetically because this person is a huge energy vampire and this person is also very possessive over this fake best friend. However, the possessiveness is overlooked by onlookers because this person pretends to be loving and innocent towards your fake best friend, but there’s something very strange about their relationship. This fake friend is clearly not happy in this relationship but they feel trapped. And they might not even know why because, on the surface, there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong. But energetically they are picking up on the fact that this person that they’re in a relationship with is someone who is actually very dangerous for them to be around - although they can’t pinpoint why. This person who they’re with has a very good mask of innocence. It’s funny how this works because you’d think that your fake best friend (being a master of glamour magic to the point of being able to lure people in with an innocent facade) would also be good at pointing out another person’s fake and innocent facade - but they’re not. This fake friend will be trying to practice positivity but they’re going to struggle with this. They’re not going to see a happy horizon for them to move towards.

They are going to feel a sense of emptiness as if there are holes in their soul that they can’t fill. As if there’s a hole in their mind that they can’t mend. They’re going to feel like they can’t make sense of anything nor can they feel anything. This person is hitting rock bottom. There’s something about this person’s ability to learn being painful for them. This is a very painful learning experience for them. The lesson that they attract what they are. And that because of the fact that who they are is not a good person, they’ve attracted someone who is not a good person either. It seems like whatever they feel like they know about relationships or people or themselves is being shattered. They might have perceived themselves as a very intelligent person who could get away with anything if they were sly enough, but that ego is being shattered and it’s almost like they’re seeing the Uno reverse 😂. They felt like they were the one in control of others this entire time. When in reality, they’re the ones being controlled and encroached upon. People aren’t going to have sympathy for this person when they cry about how depressed they are. Nor about how much pain they are in. Nobody is going to have sympathy or empathise with them and that’s most likely because people can’t really see or feel the sinister energy from their partner like they can. I’m also seeing that people will dismiss their feelings and tell them to just be positive. Kind of like toxic positivity. Their anger and triggers in this relationship will also be downplayed and dismissed by their partner, so there’s an energy of them forcing themselves to pretend to be happy when they’re actually the complete opposite.

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• Pile Three •

This fake best friend was someone who enjoyed invading your boundaries and violating your boundaries too. This is someone who tried to dominate. This is someone who makes people feel like they are vulnerable and powerless. This person brought a lot of death moments to your life. A lot of permanent endings. They could’ve tried to dominate your energy and your boundaries through clinging to you in someway or trying to always be around you, and this was the way that they tried to cause permanent endings in your life. By distracting you from the things that you needed to do or not leaving you with enough space and time to focus on yourself. They made you feel obligated to do this. As for their karma, they’re experiencing all of this for themselves. They’ve invaded someone else’s boundaries and that person is getting vengeance. Your fake best friend is going to feel the need to go into hiding. And this is some intense isolation which is something that they are not used to because I’m seeing that they are quite vampiric towards others’ energy. They feed off of other people. So this intense isolation will cause them to feel very alone and ignored.

I’m seeing a lot of paranoia for this person. They’re not going to let anyone in because they’re trying to get away from the person who is now trying to invade their boundaries - but this is someone who your fake best friend invaded the boundaries of first. This person acts like they’re not aware of how they hurt people, but this person’s karma is that they’re going to hurt themselves and not even realise it. They’re going to be blinded to the pain that they are causing themselves through this paranoia and through this overprotective energy that they have over themselves. This person is trying to find peace inside of that isolation, but this is out of reach for them because they know that someone is extremely vengeful and out to get them. Someone is looking for them and waiting to act on their vengeance and this fake best friend can’t relax.

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