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[primalgray]

[folkloregirlfriend]

i am. going to commit something very bad

[o2fashion]

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[preydrips]

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[urbanmonkeyindia]

First, it is essential to know about the hoodie material. People looking to buy hoodies for women go for combinations of cotton, poly cross-knit fleece, etc. The “Communication is Key” hoodie from Urban Monkey is made of this great combination and is a soft hoodie for winter.

[vynnyll]

Boyfriend material (ft. Jake Kim)

Other characters in this series: Samuel Seo | Gun Park | Goo Kim

— Featured: Jake Kim x fem!reader — T.W: none, just Jakey being a giant baby — A/N: A small headcanon for my baby because I've been thinking about him lately. I would have published Gun’s version first, but since he has pissed me off enough, I decided to just (temporarily) ignore that bastard.

✮ Would ensure your safety wherever you go. If he can't be there, he'll make sure his men are there to accompany you.

✮ Would be a great listener. Loves to hear you talk about your day and can give you helpful advice if you ask him.

✮ Would expect a kiss/a hug from you when he comes home.

✮ Man of physical touch. Literally a big fan of cuddling.

✮ Would be the big spoon; however, he sometimes expects to be the little spoon when he is down and needs you to baby him. In fact, he always wants you to baby him and considers himself your baby.

✮ Would love to sit you on his lap, let you pat his back, snuggle his face into the crook of your neck, and sniff your own scent.

✮ Would love to spend quality time with you. Whenever he has spare time, being with you is what he loves most.

✮ Would appreciate and treasure anything you buy him.

✮ Would find you cute in his oversized hoodie and loves the lingering scent of you on his items.

✮ Would peck your cheek every time he hears you calling him your man.

✮ Would call you by pet names and expects you to call him "baby."

✮ Would take a more patient approach during arguments, ensuring you are calm before tackling the problem together.

✮ Wouldn't be able to afford expensive gifts; however, he chooses them wholeheartedly with the hope that you will like them.

✮ Wouldn't let you participate in any of his work because it's dangerous for you, even if you beg to help him.

✮ Wouldn't hesitate to show everyone that he loves you and is proud of you. Being extra-talkative when it comes to you, especially with his members.

✮ Wouldn't leave you alone. When you need him, he’ll be just one call away.

✮ Wouldn't force you to do anything you don’t like.

✮ Wouldn't and never forget your ceremonies. If he can’t make it to your ceremony, he’ll make it up to you properly.

Overall, he is 1000/10 to me. Absolutely have nothing to complain about :)

[lilozzzyo3569]

König aka Mr. Big & Tall

Summary: Just two people in a Big and Tall store reaching for the same sweatshirt- except you are neither big nor tall....... Warnings: MDNI, female reader is smaller then König (because I am apparently obsessed with large men), I don't own this man (but I guess I wasn't meant to be happy), General fluff, Meet Cute, Reader is female and has curves, König is both fascinated and confused by you, König flirting, slightly suggestive/ size kink

You were not exactly tall (not by a long shot) but you loved big clothing, something about being swallowed up by a oversized jacket or sweatshirt made you feel strangely safe. You would sometimes just shop in the men's section to get your hoodies and such but your regular spot had closed early which brought you here to the local Big & Tall clothing store. Never had you ever felt so small, the feeling giving you a slight thrill as you wandered the aisles looking for the perfect new winter sweatshirt. And there is was, a massive dark green insulated sweatshirt AND it was on sale!!!! It must be you lucky day as you reach up to grab it (damn this store and these tall clothing racks) before your form is eclipsed by a disturbingly large man reaching for the same sweatshirt.

"Um excuse me! You're taking my sweatshirt." You say looking up, feeling annoyed at the large man who looks down at you in shock as if he wasn't even aware of your presence. You are both now holding onto the sweatshirt as the giant speaks "Oh! Where did you come from!" You roll your eyes at his shock, "Your hand is on my sweatshirt" you say looking up at him. He looks down to see that while his hand is holding the top of the hanger with the sweatshirt your much smaller hand is holding the sleeve making him smile. "Oh my apologies liebling" he responds before handing you the sweatshirt and reaching above you to grab the same sweatshirt that is folded on top of the rack. You nod and huff a bit at the weight of the sweatshirt. "It's no problem, um thank you" you say before gathering the large sweatshirt and starting to turn to walk away before he asks "Would you like help with that schatz?" he asks with a smug look.

"No no I have it thank you" you're not sure why the large man is staring at you so intently. Before he moves to simply grab the sweatshirt out of your arms, "Please the sweatshirt is much too big for you, why would someone as tiny as you even need a sweatshirt this size?" He asks holding both of your sweatshirts in his strong arms. You sigh "I really don't need your help, I can carry my own sweatshirt. And I just like the sweatshirt, so what?" He nods leaning against the rack still leaned down towards you smiling at your annoyance. "I understand that but you are in a big and tall men's store. I am a big and tall man, and you are a very short and small woman" he moves his free hand that isn't holding both of your sweatshirts to emphasize his point.

You release an annoyed huff scrunching up your face making him wave his hand towards you again "See! You are far too cute and small to have a sweatshirt that fits me" you roll your eyes at his comment and the excitement in his voice, but you can't help but release a slight giggle at his comment. He smiles as your giggle "And you emphasize my point again; cute." You continue to giggle before responding. "And why does it matter to you what size sweatshirt I chose to buy with my own money" you ask crossing your arms and lifting your chin up at him. Making the smile on his lips widen "I just can't help imagining how adorable you would look in this sweatshirt, especially it was mine." Causing you to roll your eyes again "Must you roll those beautiful eyes at me?" he says while staring down at you dreamily.

Feeling confused at his question, you feel heat start to rise to your cheeks as he leans even closer to you. Your stunned into silence as he grins down to you, "What do you think you're doing?" you ask biting your lip as you look up at him, unable to ignore just how handsome he is especially with the confidence he is exuding. "I think I am asking the adorable woman who is clearly in the wrong store out to coffee next door. Where we can negotiate sharing this sweatshirt, what do you say engel?" you giggle as he smiles down at you. "And why should I say yes? Considering I could just buy the sweatshirt myself, then go buy myself coffee and call it a day" you ask playfully as you place your hands on your hips effectively putting your curves on display. You are not oblivious to the way he eyes your body, before coming back to your eyes and standing up to his full height and grinning down at you, noticing how you eye him up, appreciating his large form.

You're now both locked into a heated staring match before you huff and say "Fine, I'll let you buy me coffee but I am buying this sweatshirt." you grab the sweatshirt from his arms and walk to the register with him following close behind you like the cat that ate the canary, watching your ass as you sway to the front of the store.

He hold the door for you walking out of the store and then into the coffee shop. He buys your coffee and pulls the chair out for you to sit down before sitting across from you and smiling at you. "I was only looking for a sweatshirt and here I found a sweatshirt and the most be alluring and adorable tiny woman in the world, now will you please tell me why you of all people were in a store made for me" you giggle at his flirtation. "Listen I just like big sweatshirts, their comfy and cozy, and I may or may not like how they make me feel small and delicate." you respond slightly embarrassed with how deeply he is looking into your eyes. He smirks "Well you could just be my girlfriend and then you could have access to all the large clothes your little heart could ever want" you burst out laughing at that.

One Year Later

You had woken up early and stolen your boyfriend's sweatshirt as he lay still passed out in your shared bed, exhausted from your fun the night prior. You still wondered where yours had disappeared to, strangely enough after the two of you moved in together it just went missing. You move to the couch now in your favorite sweatshirt and nothing else looking for something to watch when your large boyfriend walks in wearing only a pair of grey sweatpants. "Good morning handsome" you smile as König moves towards you rubbing his eyes before smiling groggily at you and easily picking you up making you giggle. He sits down now holding you in his lap and nuzzling his face into you neck. "Good morning liebling, why did you leave, I woke up missing my sweet hase and you weren't there" he says delivering a playful nibble to you earlobe. "I literally left you alone in bed for less than 5 minutes" you retort as his large hands start to roam you body. You turn so he is now almost holding you bridal style on the couch with your arms wrapped around his neck, allowing his access to your lips.

"Mmmm" he groans against your lips as his hands start to move up your legs and grope your thighs. You gently bite at his bottom lip making growl and pinch your thigh making you yelp. He takes the opportunity to invade your mouth with his tongue to taste you, distracting you from his hands wandering between your thighs making you moan. He whispers "Mmm no panties, my naughty little engel." You giggle before turns to a whine as his long fingers move to tickle your inner thighs, moving farther upward. König continues to kiss the corner of your lips, along your chin before biting and sucking along the column of your neck, teasing you by moving away from where you needed him most to groping at your hips. "König please" you moan wiggling in his grasp, making him chuckle against your neck. "What's wrong, doesn't mein schatz like when I play with her tiny body like this" you whine as he moves his hands along your soft curves under the large sweatshirt "The only problem, is this massive sweatshirt, although don't get me wrong. You look absolutely delectable in my clothes, you look even better in nothing at all." You whine as he gently sucks at the sensitive spot behind your ear before moving his large palm up your his sweatshirt to gently massage your breast. You tilt your head back and release a desperate gasp of "God I love this sweatshirt," König laughs before leaning his head up to look in your eyes "So do I, especially when it's on the floor." He quickly pulls the sweatshirt off of your body leaving you bare on the couch for his eyes and hands to feast upon, "Much better" he grins, licking his lips at his view of your figure.

Thank you for all the supports, I just had this idea randomly about König. He's just so big and I love the idea of being a confident flirt. Sorry I have been NPC lately but hopefully I can continue to write more in the future. Hope you enjoyed and that things are going your way.

[theprettynosferatu]

CW: Orientation play/conversion. Remember that your sexuality is valid, and conversion is NOT a thing beyond fantasy. Also, fuck "conversion therapy"

“All I’m saying is…”

“Look, you’re speaking out of your ass”, Ava said, barely containing her frustration.

“How am I speaking out of my ass? It has been done and thoroughly…”, he tried to reply.

“Yes, yes, Pavlov, blah blah blah. But you’re talking about something else entirely, not conditioning reactions”

“Not Pavlov, Skinner! Actions can be conditioned too. Look around you! Mobile games, casinos, even the goddamn army uses conditioning to…”

“Can we agree that there’s a difference between conditioning obedience in a controlled setting and whatever the fuck it is you’re suggesting? You’re not talking about tapping on impulse to buy funbucks in a game! You are talking…”

“It’s only a difference of degree, not of kind. With the right combination of techniques…”

“No, there’s a core there that you can’t just… overwrite. Some things can’t be changed. Like… like how you can’t hypnotize someone into doing something they would never do”

“You know that’s bullshit, right? The whole hypnosis thing. You absolutely can make someone do whatever the fuck you want. It’s just a matter of how you approach it. Like, you would never harm a person, okay? But if I change what your idea of ‘person’ is, say, by making it more narrow you would absolutely harm someone I made you see as a not-person. Or maybe you can be made to believe you’re helping them, not harming them”

“That’s some creepy cult shit, dude. And anyway you can’t write a paper on this because a) there’s no evidence and b) doing the research to get evidence would be absolutely immoral. So I say look for another topic and for the love of God don’t go around spewing that bullshit if you want to ever get laid. Oh, speaking of! Linda will be arriving shortly and we have a date night, so please, please try to be a normal roommate and not freak her out. For me, okay?”

“When have I ever freaked her out? Linda loves me! And who knows, maybe she has an opinion on our little debate”

“Dude, she’s an Art student. I doubt she’ll be interested in our weird Psych dissertations”

“Perfect! Fresh eyes!”

“See, that’s the kind of weird shit I-”

The buzzer cut through the air, and a moment later Linda was inside the apartment, all smiles as usual. He took a moment to watch them as they embraced. 

They were almost comical in their contrast. Linda was tall, taller than he was, willowy and slender, her limbs graceful and shapely, her hair a long, flowing river of playful copper that almost seemed to dance on its own volition– with her green sundress she appeared to him as some sort of elven princess ripped from the pages of a fantasy novel and stuck into a mortal world in which she didn’t really fit. Ava, on the other hand, was probably the shortest adult he had ever seen. He might be tempted to call her petite, but that had a connotation of a lithe frame, almost like a tastefully proportioned doll. Ava was the complete opposite of that. Sometimes he felt Ava was an experiment aimed at testing how much of a person’s weight could be tits and ass, held up by strong, thick thighs. He felt quite guilty about such thoughts, and he understood why she wore nothing but oversized t-shirts and hoodies. It was logical: an early, spectacular growth spurt, heightened by her small size, had made her the target of relentless bullying by jealous classmates and awkward come-ons by hormonal teen males. It enraged him, he realized. Ava was beautiful and the cruelty of idiots had made her feel pain about it instead of pride. He made a point to never stare at her, even if he sometimes failed. It made their relationship as roommates a tad hard, he had to admit. 

 

Not that he had a shadow of a shot, of course. Ava had no interest in men.

Unless, of course, he was right in his theory. And he had good reason to think he was.

“So, Linda: Ava and I were having a bit of a debate…”

“Don’t start, dude”, said Ava.

“Oh, a debate! Do tell!” chirped Linda.

“Do you think we can be completely conditioned and changed, or is there some part of us that cannot be modified, no matter what?”

“Huh. Hard one. Like… a soul? I don’t know I buy it. I feel there isn’t really a self, you know? Like… Buddhism. The self is an illusion and all that”

“Come on, you can’t be serious! You can’t change who someone fundamentally is, and it’s sick to even consider it!”, said Ava.

“Well… what if I could prove to you it can be done?”, he stated, barely able to hold back. He know what he was going to do. He had been reluctant, but now it felt like a certainty.

“You can’t, so stop being an ass”, said Ava.

Fine. Game on.

“Linda, I love your socks! Pride socks!”

“Yup!”, said Linda

“What the hell–”, mumbled Ava.

He took a deep breath.

“Linda: rainbow socks…”

She replied in an instant.

“Are for sucking cocks!”

Ava felt as if reality had shifted into some horrible, twisted nightmare. She was about to scream something, anything really, to make Linda take that back before something stopped her in her tracks. Her body heard it before her mind did: her roommate's voice simply commanding her. Watch. 

And she watched. She watched as the love of her life smiled and went on her knees. Ava could do nothing but watch in disbelief and pain. Linda had never been with a man. Ever. 

“I might have… started testing my theories. On you both. Not that you’d remember, obviously”, he stated casually as the beautiful girl in front of him lovingly undid his pants. “I’d say Linda’s sexuality is part of her core self, wouldn’t you? Let’s see how that holds up after the months of conditioning I’ve subjected her to”

He felt guilty, sure; but there was such a high to it, such an entrancing quality to the combination of seeing instant, complete obedience and the final, definitive proof of the truth he had known to be right all along. Was it wrong? Yes. Did he care? Not at the moment. Ava’s eyes were a poem to him. Suddenly he was ripped from his reverie by the soft, loving touch of Linda’s tongue on his dick. He hadn’t even realized he had gotten hard just from the sense of complete power, of total, undeniable conquest. This was a primal, ancient arousal. Ava could do nothing but watch, and he took that sight in. God, he could almost taste it.

Linda moaned. The cock was so beautiful. So perfect. She felt so… silly, like she was now, for the first time, seeing in color and realizing the sky was, in fact, blue. It was obvious. Simple. Natural. Cock deserved worship. Cock deserved devotion. Cock demanded obedience. It was as if it was growing in her mind, taking over more and more of her, pushing who she had been out effortlessly. It expanded. It corrupted. It twisted and shifted all within. Cock. Cock. Cock. She kissed it with reverence, in awe of it. It was all that existed to her. All that mattered. She needed to please it. Needed to feel it throbbing inside her. Needed to be taken by it.

Ava saw her girlfriend slide a hand between her legs and felt nauseous. As much as she knew this wasn’t Linda’s fault, she could feel her heart breaking, her anger rising… and worse, her pussy getting wet. Her body betraying her. She hated him, and she hated Linda, and she hated herself most of all.

Suddenly, Linda couldn’t contain herself. She relaxed her throat, looked up at her Master and took his entire manhood inside her mouth. She almost came instantly. It was peaceful and sexy and just simple, like his cock was the puzzle piece that fit her perfectly, completed her, made her whole. She existed to be conquered, and realizing she was putting his pleasure over her ability to breathe was the final sign of her complete, loving surrender. She let it out, watched it glisten with her spit, and started licking it and loving it and she didn’t know how much came from her own need and how much it was a silent command by the man who had shown her the light. Her mind was too fuzzy to make such distinctions anymore.

He took a deep breath, fighting back the first signs of an orgasm. He needed to make a point.

“Linda… do you love Ava?”

The blonde stopped for a moment, shocked by a myriad of contradictions.

“Yes”, she decided. Her voice was shaking.

“Tell her”

Linda looked at Ava, the woman she had loved above all others.

“I love you…”

“But you have more to say, don’t you?”

“I… hmph… I…”

“Tell her”

“I love you… but… but… I love his cock so much more! Fuck! I need it! I need to feel it, to suck it, to be fucked by it… I’m sorry… but… I love it, I love it, I love it! I want it to fuck my throat, to take my cunt, to ram my ass! I need it! I need to be a slave to it, a whore for it, a fucking living toy!”

“What if you had to choose between Ava and my cock?”

“Fuck her! Sorry, my love… I do love you, but… You can never do to me what… what Master does to me, what his cock makes me feel! I hope I won’t have to dump you but… I would leave you for this cock in a minute! I’d do anything. Anything. Anything!” If she had more to add, her need to serve cock snuffed it. She took it all in with desperation, with total, shameless abandon. She needed to feel... used. In her proper place.

Ava felt a tear roll down her cheek. Her knees buckled in defeat. She didn’t even care. It was all gone. Her life, her love, all gone. And she could feel her eyes drawn again and again to the cock that had destroyed her. She felt her mouth watering.

“Linda, would you say you’re a lesbian?”

“Fuck no!”, she said before immediately wrapping her lips around the cock’s head.  

He felt a swell of pride. Of triumph. He knew Ava sensed the truth as well. He was right. He had proven his point. And now Ava’s full conditioning would take hold. A little bet with himself, making her own mental acknowledgment of his theory her final trigger. She took off her t-shirt. She would never wear it again. No more shame, no more pain about her figure. Only arousal and pride. His gift to her.

She crawled to him on all fours. The girls kissed– but now, they kissed for him, to arouse him. They were lovers, only they both knew there was a higher love. A truer love. Ava looked up at her owner and opened her mouth, greedily awaiting his blessing. Linda used her skillful hands, aiming his cock and teasing it, jacking it off, using just the right amount of pressure and speed. 

No man could resist such a sight.

In a few seconds, Ava was covered in his cum, more beautiful than she had ever been. Linda certainly felt that way, and she licked and kissed her sister slut clean.

He watched carefully, looking for signs of defiance, and finding none. In fact, Linda put his fears to rest with a simple statement.

“Ava, we need to buy you a pair of rainbow socks”

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[bwabys-scenarios]

What about Kurapika’s Icks?

Also I feel like his beige flag is he has to look up the IMBD page before watching a movie poor dude knows next to nothing about pop culture

-K.A.

MY MANNN omg let’s get into this

Kurapika’s Icks

-you usually come second to his mission. he does love you, so so so much, but he’s cancelled several dates and missed special events just for a crumb of information about the scarlet eyes

-gets angry, easily. he can be a bit scary when he’s staring at you with those scarlet eyes, telling you to leave the room through gritted teeth

-doesn’t listen to your criticism at ALL. He loves you, but you don’t know what he’s willing to do for his mission. he knows you just care about him and are scared he isn’t taking care of himself, but he ignores your concerns

-dismisses your feelings a lot :(

-can be super petty

-is bad with commitment. he’ll expect you to be fully committed to him, but won’t ask you to be his girlfriend. gets suuuper mad if he sees you out on a date with someone else. he sees you as HIS

-jealous jealous jealous! can’t stand when other men touch or leer at you. has and will break someone’s arms for touching you too casually

What icks him out

-he doesn’t like being around anyone that smokes cigarettes

-people that are too messy annoy him(even if his own room is an absolute mess)

-Kurapika hates people that can’t keep a secret or are too gossipy

-he will not be giving up his mission for you, and asking him to do so will both piss him off and give him the ick. he MAY give up on the phantom troupe for you, but even suggesting he gives up on his clans eyes will cause him to see red. If you can’t understand how important that is to him, then he doesn’t need you

-doesn’t like being told “I understand you pain.” Or “I’m so sorry that happened to you!” or “you clan is in a better place now”

Random HCs

-loves being held by you. he’s so so touch starved and hasn’t been properly hugged in years

-mourns his clan every year on the anniversary of their death by visiting the place they were murdered and placing flowers there

-wants to be a parent sooo bad. from the second you guys first have sex he’s trying to get you pregnant. Constantly

-loves loves loves sleeping on all of the soft parts of your body. your chest, tummy, thighs. falls asleep so fast

-when you do become pregnant, he’s very doting. won’t let you lift a finger, and honestly it drives you a little crazy, but he’s doing it out of love.

-only cums inside you. no if ands or buts. not just because he wants to get you pregnant, it’s also to claim you and your womb as HIS

-purposefully buys oversized hoodies and sweaters for himself for you to wear.

-he can be the perfect man when he finally allows himself to love you. no one is more doting and loving than Kurapika.

[primalgray]

[sakura1uvr]

Suprise in Seoul

fluff

A/N: Hi guys i have finally written something 😭 it has been a while but atleast i got out of writers block 🧎‍♂️ also changed my layout abit cuz i found my old one boring asf (i did use some inspo from other people i apologize if you find ours similar 🧍‍♀️)

Synopsis: Being in a long distance relationship was hard but you finally got to meet your girlfriend Haewon

Pairing: Haewon (nmixx) x f!Y/N

Warning: gay shit, reader is japanese

MEN DNI

You have been in a relationship with Haewon for a while now but you guys had no time to meet since you were in a long distance relationship. Well that was until you were moving from tokyo to seoul where Haewon was living. It had been a relentless countdown for the last few months, all the box packing taking up your time and energy. You wanted it to be a surprise for Haewon, a gift for both of you after the long hours spent video calling and counting down the days until you could finally be together again.

As you finally reached your new apartment all you could think about was Haewon. She has been so eager to finally meet up with you but she never had the time to do so because of her busy schedule as a k-pop idol.

You were a huge fan of Nmixx since their debut. Nmixx had some japanese schedules in tokyo so that's how you two met. The rest is history.

You opened your matress up from the plastic it was surrounding it and placed it in your new bedroom. It's gonna take a while to unpack everything but it will be worth it in the end. You have bought some new things before leaving your home in Tokyo so you can have atleast something to live off of till you get a job in Seoul and till everything you ordered arrives.

But your main focus is meeting your girlfriend after 1.5 years of not seeing eachother.

After a quick shower and change of clothes, you grabbed your keys and headed out. You had planned on surprising her at her place since you guys exchanged addresses incase one of you visits. You know she is a huge nerd for games so you know she is probably gaming right now.

You pace to a 7/11. One of the best convinient stores as Haewon describes them. As you buy some food for your girlfriend your phone vibrates. It was Haewon and she sent you a pic and captioned it with "Gimbap with silent hill 2 is the best 🤭"

You chuckle to yourself.

placing the food in a paper bag you head to her place.

When you arrived at her building, your heart raced. Every step felt heavier as you climbed the stairs to her apartment, each one a countdown to seeing her again. You knocked softly, half-expecting her to answer with her ever-cheerful smile.

After a moment, the door swung open, and there she stood in her comfy oversized hoodie, a hair tie keeping her tousled hair back. "What?!" She said before realizing it was you. Her eyes widened in shock before they sparkled with joy. “You’re here?!” she exclaimed, her voice ringing with disbelief.

"Tada!" You chuckle as she hugs you tightly.

As you wrap your arms around her, the world around you fades away. It’s just the two of you; the years of distance evaporating in an instant. “I can’t believe you’re actually here,” she mumbles into your shoulder, her voice muffled with emotion. You can feel her smile against your skin, and it sends a warm rush through you.

“I know! I wanted it to be a surprise,” you say, pulling back just enough to see her face. Her cheeks are flushed with happiness, and those eyes you’ve missed so much glow with joy. You hand her the paper bag with the food you've gotten, watching her curiosity about what’s inside unfold.

“What did you bring?” she asks as she peeks inside, her eyes widening at the sight of her favorite snacks. Pepero, cupped tteokbokki, buldak ramen, banana milk etc.

She looks back up at you with an expression that combines disbelief and pure elation. “You’re seriously here! In Seoul! This is insane!”

You both walk into her house and she brings you into her livingroom. As you already know Haewon is an idol and that means she has money so her apartment is huge. It actually shocks you that it's this huge. You settle down on the couch as she brings you some tea. She sits next to you and begins to speak.

“So, are you officially moving here?” she asks tentatively, her excitement mixed with a hint of apprehension.

You nod, your heart fluttering a bit at the thought of finally cementing this in reality. “Yeah, I am. I’m searching for jobs, too, but… I just wanted to be here with you. It’s been too long, haven’t it?”

Haewon bites her lip, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears. “It really has. I never thought we would make it here, you know? I was worried about you, about us, with all the touring and my schedule.”

“And I was worried too. Missing you felt like an ache that never really went away,” you admit, your voice softening. “I couldn’t bear waiting any longer.”

You share a lingering look, both of you aware that this moment marks a new chapter. No more late-night video calls, no more counting days on a calendar. Just the two of you together, in this little moment.

“Now that you're here, what do you want to do first?” she asks, and it feels like an invitation for both freedom and adventure.

“Honestly? I just want to stay here with you,” you reply, her heart throbing even harder now as her face lits up red.

You start drinking your tea and you both chatter abit. How the idol life works, fans etc.

"Well even tho we are here together nobody should know we are dating so we can't be seen outside alot. Maybe just as friends but nothing more." Haewon sighs. It's the tough idol life she has to live.

"Hey it's okay!! I understand! Aslong as i get to be with you i will never complain." You smile at her and she just looks at you. Like there were hearts in her eyes. You always understood her and that's one of the things she loved about you.

You continue sipping your tea as the conversation flows, punctuated by laughter. Well you have seen your girlfriend in alot of videos and even when you guys are texting she is super funny. Haewon shares stories from her recent schedule, Bae and Jiwoo's antics, and a few amusing encounters with fans. Each moment you spend with her on that couch reminds you just how much you missed these small details—the sound of her laughter, the way her eyes crinkle when she smiles, and the comfort of her presence.

“Have you thought about what job you want to look for?” she asks, curiosity bubbling in her tone.

You chuckle softly, “Honestly? I just want to find something flexible enough that will let me spend time with you. I could work in a café or something while I figure it out.”

Haewon laughs, shaking her head. “I can totally see you as the cute barista, serving my iced latte every morning. But you’d probably be too busy swooning over me, huh?” She winks.

You roll your eyes playfully, "well i thought we both knew that since i am finally here with you."

Her face brightens with pink as she gazes at you; you love that you can still make her blush after all this time. “Alright then, so would you like to play abit with me? Warning tho i am pretty skilled” she jokes, clearly eager to show you her world.

Your night is spent with playing games together (You beating Haewon and she just stands there shocked), laughter and just a nice time.

You are super glad you got to finally meet up with her.

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[n1nthrule]

trans ftm fight club:

"you are not your chest binder. you are not your testosterone. you are not the surgery it took to love yourself. the cost of masculinity is not the destruction of the body."

"we're a generation of men raised to be women; i'm wondering if another woman is what we really need"

"you buy one oversized hoodie and think, that's it, no matter what happens, i've got this hoodie. this hoodie will keep me as a man forever. and then someone walks past you on the street and calls you miss, so you go all the way back to the thrift store."

[stxr-bxy]

how to dress like you’re homeless (grunge/cryptidcore/ sid jenkins core)

this is how i dress so believe me i am an expert

1. have hair that isn’t long or short, somewhere in the middle. like it doesn’t quite touch your shoulders but it’s not a typical “short haircut”. color doesn’t matter.

2. next, buy band tees, bonus points if they’re oversized. and try to stick with darker colors. you don’t even have to listen to the band. If someone calls you a poser, flip them off.

3. you can’t have body image issues if you never look at your body. add some baggy jeans or cargos. maybe hippie pants or harem pants for a summery look. if you’re more of a fem person then wear a maxi or midi skirt. if it’s hot out put on jorts or baggy men’s cargo shorts (regardless of gender).

4. for accessories don’t put on too many. i usually stick with one or two necklaces and maybe some silver rings (i have fat fingers tho so it’s hard to find rings that fit). if you want to wear a hat you can wear a beanie or trapper hat.

5. pick from the holy trinity of shoes. doc martens, converse, or vans. if you can’t afford any of those, look for knockoffs or buy boots from the thrift/goodwill bins.

6. layer a lot of clothes, i like wearing long sleeves/turtlenecks under short sleeves tees but you can layer with other things like zip ups, flannels, or hoodies

7. to wear over shirts try zip up hoodies, flannels, sweatshirts, cardigans, leather jackets, or black denim jackets.

8. you can find these things from a variety of places. band tees can be purchased on amazon or really anywhere online. jeans i would recommend brands like jnco. cargos can be found almost anywhere. if you can’t find baggy pants buy ones that are too big and wear a belt or tie them with a shoelace. accessories can be found in lots of places but try thrift/vintage stores, see if you can get anything vintage from family, online stores, small businesses, etsy, etc. i buy my shoes online but you can check in stores near you.

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[smegmafactory4ever]

Can you give us some clothes shopping tips for us fat boys

Now is your time since oversized clothing is in style. Which means you can very easily find clothes that fit in any random fast fashion store. I have a bunch of hoodies that look oversized on me. Lots of clothes that fit me just right that normally wouldn't be my size. Denim joggers instead of jeans. They make lots of oversized short sleeve button ups for summer now. But even with oversized stuff you should still buy shit that actually fits you. You don't have to conceal your body shape at all costs, don't go a size up just because you don't want anyone to see your belly, everyone knows it's there. You can go crazy with the patterns with button ups, it's so fun. Fuck what everyone says cargo shorts are like stripper heels for guys, they go with any outfit. Don't dress in all black, yes it's visually slimming but if you're fat you're fat, people can see you're fat and literally most people don't really care that you're fat. (especially true for men, no one gives af). Don't be afraid to go bold, tbh i think fat people in general can get away with bold colors and patterns better then skinny people (I've never seen a skinny bitch look good in polka dots or a skinny guy look good in a tiger themed shirt). There's probably more but Mimi is cuddling me

[tammulberry]

Sweet Beginnings: Marichat AU (Mulberry Conundrum)

SYNOPSIS: After graduating high school, Marinette inherited the bakery of Tom & Sabine. While business was booming and life was peaceful, all that changed when a mysterious man in a gaudy outfit by the name of Cat Noir makes her try to weaponize bread.

RATING: PM for Passionfruit Macarons

Copyright © 2024 by T.A.M. Mulberry

A Cat With Sunglasses?

Working in a bakery was a feast for the senses. The smell of fresh pastries, delicious bread and sweets. The elegant yet simple designs that surrounded the place. The taste of home. Marinette was content, to say the least.

After graduating from high school, she was set to inherit her parents' famous bakery. Some would say it's the best one in Paris. Tom and Sabine's Boulangerie-Patisserie.

What more could Marinette want? She certainly didn't want anything to change.

Until it ... did.

See, there was a certain customer that always showed up at a specific hour and a specific day. Friday at 7pm when the bakery is about to close.

***

As Marinette was cleaning up and saying goodbye to the last few customers, she heard the bell on top of the door ring.

"Welcome to the best boulangerie-patisserie in Paris!" Marinette greeted in her best customer service voice. "How may I help you...?"

She turned around to see a tall man. Now, Marinette wasn't normally intimidated by tall men but whatever she was looking at right now was enough for her to go into full panic mode.

Bright orange board shorts. Green patterned socks. Sandals. An oversized black hoodie with cat ears. A facemask. Perhaps the worst one of all... huge sunglasses at 7 in evening.

If he showed up this late at night with an outfit as ugly as that then it meant that he most definitely had some ulterior motives. Ulterior motives that Marinette absolutely didn't want to know.

So she screamed and the man mirrored her.

"W-wait a minute, I just wanna—!"

"I HAVE A STALE BAGUETTE AND I'M NOT AFRAID TO USE IT!" Marinette swung it around like a sword before throwing it at him. The man dodged it smoothly. A little too smoothly that Marinette didn't know if she was frightened or annoyed that he wasn't scramming. It hit the door of the bakery with a loud thud before it fell down and left a mess on the floor.

"Whoa! Marinette! Chill out!" The man tried to calm her, but the adrenaline made her ears ring.

"How do you know my name? Are you stalking the bakery?" She interrogated him further as she grabbed him by the collar of his hoodie.

He stepped away from her and laughed. He laughed.

"You have a name tag, ma'am!" The man continued to laugh and all Marinette could do was stare up at him, confused, embarrassed and oddly charmed by his laugh.

Shut up, self. You almost hit the guy with a baguette.

"Anyways, I'm sorry if I frightened you," he cleared his throat. "I'd prefer if we start over."

The man bowed down like a theater act and Marinette, whose head already managed to cool down was taken aback.

"Good evening, I go by many names but everyone else calls me, Cat Noir."

Marinette tried to stifle a laugh. That sounded so ridiculous.

"I'm Marinette," she said with a warm smile. "I'm sorry for trying to hit you with the baguette earlier. When they're stale, they can be... well, I— uh. I'm sorry in general."

"Hey, it's no big deal," the man said, holding out a palm.

"Well, since you walked in here..." Marinette started. "You probably want to buy something."

"Right. Yeah," he looked at the selection that was still available. "Do you guys still have passionfruit macarons?"

Marinette's face lit up. "Of course! Macarons are one of our bestsellers but the passionfruit macarons aren't as famous as our other flavors."

"Guess, I'll be coming here from now on then," he chuckled lowly and Marinette's face flushed. "I'll be taking your entire stock by the way."

Marinette looked at him incredulously. "Our entire stock is enough for a big family. Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I can pay for it," he fished out a wallet that looked expensive. Especially compared to the outfit he was wearing. He fished out 60 euros and offered it to her. "Consider it an apology for nearly scaring you to death."

The blue haired girl nodded and opened a box to place the macarons in. She felt awkward and embarrassed ... yet intrigued? While she didn't want to assume anything, there was something so strangely familiar about the guy, ugly clothes and all.

"So... Cat Noir? People call you that like a stage name?" Marinette questioned, in an attempt to make small talk. "What do you do?

"Well, I ... uh..." he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I do charity. And I chose to be a black cat."

"Is that so?" Marinette replied, not completely convinced. He looked like a mixed bag of traits. Smooth, confident, awkward and warm. She couldn't deny that it made the peaceful yet monotonous day a lot more interesting.

She realized she was already done with the box of macarons and handed it to him. Marinette almost wanted to ask him more questions but she hesitated. "Thank you for coming to the bakery."

"Thanks," his facemask prevented her from seeing his face but she could tell he was smiling. "I'll make sure to come back, Princess."

"Princess?" She repeated, her face flushed."

"Yeah," Cat Noir started. "Cuz you're sweet like one."

Okay, that was the cue to call Alya because she might actually faint on the spot.

He snickered mischievously and opened the door. "What? Cat got your tongue?"

END.