#u can go to the best plastic surgeon on the face of the earth

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no but hold on i need to complain everyone whos losing their minds abt that one plastic surgeon guy on tiktok please. please. please. those after photos are one week out. facial surgery can take an entire year to completely heal and settle that is not what those people will look like healed oh my god.

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MORNING THOUGHTS

⌦ a JUMIN HAN x READER

⌦ NOTES: MYSTIC MESSENGER FUCKERS WHERE U AT!!!! this is my first published mm fic and 2day this is just fluff (it was so hard 2 write without mentioning dick) so i hope u guys r happy!!!! please reblog i need the mysme hoes out there 2 know that i am a multifandom bitch

⌦ SYNOPSIS: Jumin Han isn’t a morning person unless you’re there.

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Jumin Han cherishes you because there’s not enough money in the world to buy you.

It’s true; no matter how hard anyone tries, even all the plastic surgeons that he could afford for someone and the 7.6 billion people on Earth, there will never be anyone who is even close to replicating you.

You are even better than money, and that’s a lot coming from Jumin Han, the man born with the silver spoon and raised in total luxury. Every part of you is something he prizes and holds dear to him. Your flaws may crack you at times, but you are held together like gold adhering the fragments of broken glass and clay. There’s a word for it, Jumin recalls. Kintsugi. A Japanese word literally translated as gold joinery. It’s when gold is used to repair broken ceramics and pottery, making a beautiful piece out of something once shattered. His family owns a few of those, but they’ve always preferred fine china that was held together and pure from the start.

Jumin recognizes how strong you are. You’ve dealt with the worse in the RFA, and you’ve been on the verge of being kidnapped so many times. There are countless things that should’ve torn you down from just being involved with him and the RFA. But you’re still there, whole and gorgeous. Jumin admires you and your strength. You are perfect to him.

He makes sure to tell you that. Every morning you wake up in his roomy, spacious penthouse, he kisses you tenderly and tells you that you’re the love of his life. Every night, before you go to bed with him, his hand brushes your face delicately and reminds you of that once more. Throughout the day, Jumin’s touch skims over yours for a brief moment, almost daring to linger, and he whispers his warm affections into your ear. He wants to spoil you. It’s what you deserve.

You are the sunshine to Jumin’s rain. Cheesily enough, he truly believes that you brighten up his life. Before you came into the picture, it was always money, ethics and selfishly enough, his own personal gain, for himself. He focused on what could be done for his father’s business. Personal relations were meaningless if it did not bring food to the table- or in Jumin’s case, pay his personal chef. He burns through money like it holds no value, and he seeks out only the most comfortable life possible for him and Elizabeth, though it gets boring at times just buying and buying everything in his sight. If he tells the truth to himself, life lacked the luster it has with you when it was just him doting on his cat. You are the splash of color to his monotonous, stone-cold demeanor.

He’s grateful for the way you stand up for him in the chatrooms, even though he knows he could handle it himself easily. No matter if it’s Zen or Seven calling him a robot, emotionless and unempathetic, you’re always there to justify him. It’s like you know him best, and it irritated him in the beginning because who could understand Jumin Han, the lone wolf who was always the inhuman person in the situation? You were so gentle and encouraging, supportive, the point-blank opposite of him-- how were you even capable of empathizing with him so well? You shouldn’t be. Jumin has built up his stone front so people can’t empathize with him, because he is rich and he is better than them (he hates to say it-- no, wait, no he doesn’t.). But you still broke through. There is light of both awe and bitterness in Jumin because of it, but it turned into love. That’s also what surprises him about you: you let him feel love. And he’s grateful you grant him such an opportunity.

He finds that even the littlest things in life, those of which he’s overlooked before meeting you, are enjoyable. Mundane tasks like brushing his teeth or making the bed are made a little more lively with you around. Jumin wouldn’t long for your cheeriness and pep, much like how you wouldn’t necessarily want his stone-cold front, but he likes it in a way. You complement each other, and for once Jumin thinks it’s refreshing. Even just your presence enables him to loosen up a little bit, and he keeps your brain from wandering in the clouds too much.There is no life Jumin couldn’t imagine without you.

So here Jumin is, at 7 AM on a Saturday morning, arms gently wrapped around your torso and his hands resting on your stomach. His touch is delicate, hands pressed onto your skin with just enough pressure to claim you as his but gentle enough to protect the baby growing inside of it. You’re making him (and Elizabeth the 3rd) pancakes, to which he would usually take care of but you insisted for some reason he could not comprehend. He doesn’t fail to notice how while one of your hands mixes the batter while the other slowly drifts to his hands.

Your hands are soft and cool, and tinier compared to his big ones. You’re so fragile yet held together and composed, and Jumin uses all of his strength to not lock you up and keep you as his forever. His chin rests on yours and his lips press against your head softly. He likes the way you smell: it’s comforting more than any other scent in the world. He even refrains from using your shampoo in the shower because he wants this scent to be yours and yours alone.

“Are you sleepy?” Your voice is warm in the lazy silence of the morning. “You should get dressed. You have work soon.”

“I’m their manager, I can be late.” Jumin hums lowly. He likes this. This is a good morning. “And I get to spend time with my lovely wife.”

“Mmm... and you get to eat pancakes with your lovely wife and cat, too.”

“And my future child.”

“Yep.”

Jumin can feel you smile, and his chin is still resting on your head as he shifts his hand on top of yours. “Your hand fits perfectly in mine.” His voice is a deep, gravelly murmur that comes from the back of his throat the way it does every morning after he wakes up, and Jumin wants nothing more than to go back to sleep with you and hold you in his arms.

He peers over your head and watches you scoop the batter into the pan. You turn around and smile at him, and it’s like Jumin doesn’t need the sun because he has you. And as you stand on the tip of your toes for a kiss while he leans down, you whisper, “I wouldn’t have this any other way.”

[mollybtrue-blog]

gold digging whore

Sorry to hear about the unfortunate insufferable deflation of your lip. I can’t imagine! It can’t be much more awful than ur chin (or lack thereof)... oh god and the psoriasis. Bet you lost a lot of work over that, My Man being so awful to you & stressing ya out, causing flare ups. Well, that & u really need 2 b 21 or under for all that these days so you’re prolly just way too old & he had nothing 2 do w/ it. Don’t worry though, I’m sure there’s still a place for you in scat porn.

DISAPPEAR DIRTY CUNT. Houdini your skanky ass. Erase yourself. Don’t message. Don’t call. Don’t ask for any more $ for u & ur sister 2 get high on. BYE. Get Ghosted.

Let me hear about one little txt. I FUCKING DARE YOU. I will hunt your used up snatch down & play Trick or treat on you with my butterfly knives. You think you have some body image issues going on now hon? Show up here for one second & I will carve ur face up Like a jack-o’-lantern, Just in time for Halloween. There won’t be a sugar daddy left on earth with enough money to fix that face when I’m through with you. Saw XIII meets Green Inferno... Not even the best plastic surgeons would touch you. No one can really fix your kind of ugly.

Then you can look in the mirror every fucking day for the rest of your miserable pathetic existence & remember how you used to be beautiful, Before you sold your soul to the devil & used a man who woulda given you the world on a golden platter... all you had to do was love him back. And I’ve been w/ a few assholes... ones who like to rape Girls in the pussy w/ loaded guns & Put girls’ heads through windows. MY Man has to be the easiest man in the World 2 love. Shouldn’t have made a deal w/ the devil cuz one day she’s coming for you. She’s showing up & she’s going to teach you a thing or two about what happens to people who are cruel to animals, the lonely or the sick... for the rest of your life, every single time you so much as even pass a glass display, you’ll get a glimpse of all that ugly on the inside you’ve been keeping all to yourself and when people have to look at you, they’ll know what you are... because everybody knows that if somebody got their face fucked up that bad, they MUST’VE Done something Wretched to something or someone beautiful. And not that twisted sense of beautiful you got posted all over the Internet. Real beauty that comes from your heart and your soul. Beauty that you will never know anything about. Ever.

He doesn’t want you he doesn’t need you The only thing you had going for ya was that pussy u passed around & I hear it ain’t all that great for real. It’ll only take you so far in life. Here’s your stop. BYE NOW. Might want to look into an education or something useful that you could be good at where people wouldn’t have to see your fucked up face

Just sayin