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ೀ⋆OCT 3RD MEAN GIRLS ━━ katsuki bakugou + free use !

୨୧ — caution, you are now watching. katsuki bakugou + free use. on october third, he asked you what day it was. btw, in girl world, halloween is the only time of the year when katsuki bakugou can slut girls out and no one can say anything about it. boo, you whore! (4.9K)

୨୧ — rated r. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, heavy smut, characters aged up to 20s, college!au, free use, dub-con, cum-play, voyeurism, humiliation, manipulation, dacryphilia, no prep, public sex(ish), unprotected sex, suprise guest appearance from shouto as aaron samuels, fem!reader, reigina george coded!bakugou.

୨୧ — director’s note. "it's october third." and you know what that means! another nasty kinktober fic for you all! i hope you enjoy this one, its probably my favourite...because uh hello!? reigina george and bakugou? name a more iconic duo! anyways enjoy mwah! - m.list ⋆ kinktober m.list ⋆ taglist ✧

halloween is the only time of the year where anyone can dress like a slut and not get called one for it.

in the world of the conventionally attractive (or the plastics), the kings and queens of the social jungle, it means ditching the guts and gore in favour of skin tight lingerie with a little fake blood that drips calculatedly through the valley between your breasts — just for a little bit of added attention. it’s the one night of the year where self-objectification becomes acceptable, and you by all means, were not planning on missing out.

for you, a well spent Halloween consisted of tooth rotting candy corn, bad movies and trying to avoid the feeling of fomo (fear of missing out, fyi) building up like fluid in the lungs of a sick person. you’ve been an a-grade loser all your life and you’ve never had the chance to experience a proper friend group, high school, (and now) college experience.

however this year would be different. this year you would be ditching loser-ville for boobs and bunny ears and the shortest dress you could find. because you finally had a friendship group who did these kinds of things and you had an invite to the biggest festive rager hosted by the hottest guy on campus — shouto todoroki.

the rest of your friend group, the college renowned plastics, had warned you not to get involved with the half and half campus jock. he already had relations to your beloved ring leader, katsuki bakugou, and your involvement would be breaking several laws of girl and guy code — according to dumb blonde kaminari (he swears he has ESPN or something). katsuki was the head of U.A. university, ruling over the entire student body with an iron fist, an attitude so mean you’re sure you’ve seen professors cry and a glare so sinister he could turn milk sour if he tried hard enough.

bakugou was the definition of the picture perfect guy and he knew it. it was almost as if his face had been ripped straight from a vogue magazine, his shoulders broad, waist slutty and tiny, abs to die for too — you’d be a liar to say you hadn’t thought about him a few times before bed. katsuki was a king bee (if bees could even have kings) and you were a nobody lucky enough to have been indoctrinated into his group of flawless friends — taken under the guidance of his wing.

your own friends had told you not to fall for the glitz and the glamour that seemed to follow the barbie blonde everywhere he went. but you couldn’t help it, you were enamoured by everything that katsuki did — turned a blind eye to his bitchy persona and twisted mindset. you hardly believed the rumours about him, blissfully ignoring the truth behind the gossip because katsuki was nice to you. just the other night he had been kind enough to offer his help in setting you up with shouto. even if kirishima had tattle told on you.

regardless, katsuki had your back — you knew that. he was even talking to shouto right now, admist the full swing of the halloween party. how could anyone ever hate bakugou? he was so kind, so considerate, treating you like family from the moment you got here. you see shouto look your way fondly as they chatter about you, his lips curling perfectly around your name while he sends you a wave that makes you feel like the only girl in the world.

“she likes you, yanno.” the shorter blonde purrs, the corner of his perfectly plump lips twitching up into a knowing grin. he says your name, glowering at the way his ex perks up at the mention.

shouto blinks slow, mismatched eyes filling with affection the longer he looks at you awkwardly swaying to music you’ve never heard before. “yeah? she does?”

“it’s adorable, really. she writes your fuckin’ name in the corner of her notes with little hearts. even has the name of your future brats written in a cute little list.” the lie slips from bakugou easily, as if manipulating people is second nature to him.

“don’t bother with that, katsuki.”

when todoroki’s gaze on you lingers for too long, he kicks it up a notch pressing the head of his body into his ex’s side. “listen, half ‘n half,” with his eyes dark and sensual, the blonde allows his voice to slip into deeper, more mocking tones — playing up this innocent act. one that shouto falls for every time. “i know that she can be a little fuckin’ weird but, she’s my friend…so be nice, yeah?”

men are such fickle creatures — for all it takes is a pair of sweltering, red puppy dog eyes to drag the jock under his spell. shouto nods slowly, his own topaz and granite eyes glossing over with some form of obedience, a loyalty to bakugou that no one else would understand. “yeah, alright.”

“good,” bakugou purrs, the sound causing his brain to short circuit. “such’a good friend, half ‘n half.” the tail end of his words are replaced by the sloppy sound effect of his lips on shouto’s, tongues beginning to clash and hands possessively gripping waists.

your rose-tinted window shatters at the sight.

background conversation falls away as your friend and your crush begin to make out right in front of your fucking eyes. “you know who’s looking fine tonight, neito monoma.” kaminari squeals, shimmying in his little mouse costume.

“denki, that’s your cousin.” kirishima frowns.

the blonde shrugs. “yeah! but he’s my first cousin…that’s not right is it,”

you don’t have time to dwell on their chit chat — you feel like someone has thrown your entire body out of whack. you feel like you’re drowning as the realisation hits, katsuki bakugou doesn’t give a shit about you or your feelings. storming away from the scene, you make for the nearest bedroom, hurt and confusion swirling around in the tightness of your chest.

“what are you doin’ in here sweetness? ‘minari and kirishima have been looking everywhere for ya.”

you’re still crying like a sore loser when the king of the plastics finds you hauled up in one of shouto’s many rooms. and you hate that it’s katsuki who’s come to comfort you, sitting beside you on the queen sized bed as his hand slips over your bare thigh.

but you shrug him off, barely keeping your cool. after all, you’re still mad at him for making out with your crush. “don’t touch me, katsuki.” you snarl, doing your best to sound menacing. “i saw what you did. how could you? i thought we were friends?”

he clicks his tongue, ruby red eyes rolling as if he gives a fuck. “oh, you mean that thing with icyhot?” you don’t understand how the blonde can be so nonchalant, tossing around the situation as if it weighs nothing — costing not an ounce of your feelings. “he came onto me, sweetness. i’d never do somethin’ like that to you.”

denying katsuki bakugou is never an easy feat, he’s a man that knows where his strengths lie. in the deep timber of his rumbling voice and those eyes, with the blood lust curled around each of his pupils. katsuki is a well trained hunter, and on this occasion, you are his prey. a large hand smooths over the meaty swell of your trembling thigh, pushing the likely pair wide open for him to make room between them. “i’m a good friend, r’member?”

his hands roam your blistering hot body, gripping and grabbing at your flesh from over your costume — it feels good, you feel wanted and melt like a lump of butter in a pan at every cascading touch of his.

you’d be smart to come to your senses, before you’re snapped up in the unrelenting jaws of a hunter. but you’re entranced by those insanely red eyes, the perfect slant to his lips and all-knowing smile — it’d be useless to escape when you’ve fallen this deep. “you’re not…” your bottom lip wobbles, the achy feeling in your chest now submissive to the liquid lust katsuki has spent months conditioning you to feel. “you’re a bad friend.”

“d’aw…you don’t think i am?” dropping his tone into a sultry coo, bakugou leans in real close and you instinctively follow the tilt of his head. he looms over you, just enough so that you can see the smear of pink eyeshadow across his eyelids, the plasticky glisten of lip gloss masking the true colour of his plump lips, along with the spark of lust swirling through the brown flecks in his eyes.

you shake your head no. “no, you’re not.” big mistake.

the of temperature of the room rises just from his proximity and you find yourself willing to let the king of the plastics swallow you whole. “i don’t think i like the way yer talkin’ to me, sweets.” he growls darkly and in warning. “i should make you apologise for bein’ so fuckin’ mean.”

his breath is warm and wet against your cheek, grip rough on your waist and you can’t help but think how mean he is to you. katsuki gaslights you like it’s second nature or another one of his five senses, manipulates you with ease, putting himself on you when you know you can’t say no. because without him you would have been in social suicide, you wouldn’t have any friends, you wouldn’t have had the college experience. you would have just been ordinary.

“gimme a kiss, gorgeous.” the blonde bites down on your lower tip, tugging it away from you because he misses the metallic taste of golden blood on you — the taste of blossoming obedience in your bloodstream.

you push back, but it’s no use — bakugou’s closing the gap before your brain can even catch up, fizzing like candied pop rocks while you sink further into debauchery.

“c’mon…” he forces his tongue past the seams of your lips, bursting through with only the darkest of intentions. you briefly seize up, because your body knows this isn’t what you want, at least not 100%. but katsuki knows how to work stubborn, prude little things like you — squeezing down on your waist heartily as he leads you into a stupid-drunk kiss. “that’s it, there we go…good fuckin’ girl.”

the world tilts on its axis and you grow lightheaded at the blonde’s praise — you should be mad at him for kissing your crush but at the same time, you’ve never wanted someone so bad. mewling against his watermelon and alcohol flavoured lips is like sealing your fate, giving up little pieces of yourself just to appease your ring leader.

“katsuki, i don’t—“

his thumb digs into your cheeks, preventing you from pulling away — not that you’d want to. wet sounds from your kisses vibrate through you and cause a twinge in the heartbeat between your thighs. “i wasn’t askin’, i was tellin’.” he grunts into your drooling mouth, wide open to echo your sweet and pliant voice. it’s with those words that you remember your place, being a plastic requires sacrifices — for you to give up pieces of yourself in order to stay by katsuki’s side.

including letting him use your mind, body and soul freely.

“so fuckin’ pretty when you’re obedient for me,” he’s snarls, hot under the collar and eager to steal more from you. he grins at how your eyes roll back just from a couple of half-hearted words. leaning back, katsuki shrugs off his shirt, revealing his perfectly carved hips and washboard abs, golden skin that only the gods could have blessed him with. the sight of him is enough to make your quivering cunt deep juices into the crotch of your panties. “let’s get back at sho, huh? for playin’ us both.”

the lines of morality and dissoluteness are often blurred when you’re with him — you become a vessel for his pleasure and you don’t even think to mind. somewhere amidst the messy, sensual lip locks bated breaths, katsuki has managed to get you onto your back and tear through your skimpy little halloween costume to suck his claim into your neck. painting you with deep mauve and midnight blue hues. his eyes dilate, roaring obsidian black taking over his mean, rage filled red eyes in a way that lets you know how bad he wants to fuck you.

it’s when the sharp edges of his canines graze your pulse point that you remember just how much of a wild jungle college is. you remember that katsuki has the ability to make your life a living hell, the power to take a bite and rip your throat out at any second. in this world, you are nothing but a meek gazelle and katsuki bakugou the lion ready for a feast.

irrespective of how much the very fact may frighten you, you ignore bakugou’s talons as they sink into your chest and leave indented crescent moons on against each breast. he rips apart the costume you worked so hard on and pushes your hands away from your body when you attempt to cover yourself up. so, from that moment, you let lust slither over your brain so you can arch yourself into him for more pleasure, and remind yourself that even if you're being used — it feels good. katsuki feels good.

you like that he’s a little mean, a mean girl. all teeth and tongue and biting when he licks into you and breaks the strings of honey saliva that tie your tongue to the roof of your mouth. you love how he roughly grabs you by the meat at your hips and tugs you up to meet the grind of his cock against your underwear. you adore how he pulls the very fabric apart like they’re nothing, rolling you onto your stomach and positioning your hips in a way that makes your back arch.

you don’t even realised that bakugou has kicked off the lower part of his costume until you feel the heat of his firm thighs against the backs of your own and the sticky tap of his flushed cockhead on your ass cheeks — smearing white globs of precum over your hot skin. the blonde groans at the visible twitch of your cunt, the way it glistens and spews lightly for him.

“oh sweetheart,” he laughs through the coagulated feeling of prurience in his throat. “so fuckin’ wet for me, hah?” he manages, spreading your ass cheeks apart hungrily, a curious finger running through your slick folds and dragging your wetness over your pulsating clit. “s’kinda embarrassing. barely even touched you.”

the situation is embarrassing, humiliating almost and a fresh set of tears burn at your waterline — mascaras already tracking down your cheeks. you don’t fight bakugou as a muscled arm snakes it’s way around your waist and pulls you onto him until your sex is flush against bakugou’s thick cock — your hearts beating in sync, heavy breathing in tune. his dripping dick slips and slides a through your quivering pussy lips, grinding against the pulse in your clit before easing the mushroomed tip through the tight ring at your entrance.

“f-fuck!” you squeak, a little out of turn. fuckdolls don’t talk. katsuki is quick to growl and remind you, collapsing his entire weight into your body while you take him with ease. no prep required whatsoever. there’s a delicious burn as his girth stretches you wide open and he fucks you with just the tip — a pleasing buzz layering itself over your logical thoughts. the ones that tell you this isn’t right. the ones that tell you that you’re more than just a plastic play thing.

bakugou squeezes your hips harshly when you push back onto him, desperate to be fed more of his cock. “keep fuckin’ still, alright?” the king of the plastics rasps, taunting you as he thrusts all the way into your tight heat with no warning. you ooze at the sudden stimulation, basking in the weight of his dick against the insides of your crying cunt and fluttering walls. “sho’s gonna love this, maybe he’ll really want you then.” he continues to purr, jamming a thumb past your swollen lips to press down on your tongue. his other hand grasps at his phone once lost in the sheets, talking a picture of your teary face while you suck on his digit to soothe yourself.

like a baby sucking on a pacifier as it cries.

sending the photo to shouto, bakugou takes a few more selfies of you like this. his favourite is the one of your face squished between his large fingers, covered in salty tears and sticky drool. “don’t cry sweets. ‘m gonna fix this, help you get together. what are friends for?”

his voice is soft, nose nudging against your cheek in a reassuring manner.

but it’s all too good to be true.

briefly, there’s a second where everything is calm, where the blonde lets you relax around him between gentle juts of his hips forward and affectionate kisses peppered against your skin. you should have realised that katsuki’s pleasure is always above your own. because he suddenly finds the motivation to pull out of your snug, sensual heat to pound into you properly, dragging is seedy cock along all of the spots along your ribbed walls that make you see stars.

you feel like a pocket pussy, only one that comes with crybaby wails and pitiful hiccuped noises. it’s all music to katsuki’s ears, blending seamlessly with the intense base from the party’s music and thump of the headboard smashing against the wall all from the sheer force of his thrusts into you. it’s easy to forget how humiliatingly loud you’re being, you can’t find yourself to be worried about someone catching you either. even if the door is wide open.

why not? because katsuki claims you willingly, over and over again with each brutish brush of his leaky cockhead against your g-spot. “s-suki! please.” you slur around his fingers that fuck your drooling mouth in perfect rhythm with his dick that plunged in and out of your puckered, creamy hole.

“yeah, yeah. i gotcha. give into me, sweetness.”

where he had been keeping you pinned against the sex-soaked cheeks — bakugou pulls his sweaty chest away from your back and adjusts the roll of his hips, letting them crash into you like waves on a shoreline. to support his body weight above you, his toned arms cage you in, head tilted to the side to watch you sniffle on his dick, red rimming your watery eyeline. “you’re so fuckin’ pretty when you cry, sweetheart.” he moans condescendingly against the shell of your ear, painting a chaste kiss against your wet cheek. “what a pretty fuckin’ girl, suckin’ me in… takin’ my cock. oh fuck.”

if you could see him, will yourself from the pillows you take purchase in and use to muffle your salacious screams — you would notice how an evil smirk as spread across the blonde’s lips while he ravages you, fucks you beyond the stars and back. “you my pretty girl, yeah? fuckin’ sweet thing.” the praise has you spiralling and simultaneously soothes the burning hatred you have for katsuki in your chest. “why you cryin’ so much? is it over him, or over me?”

the answer to his question slips out of you faster than your sex-crazed brain can catch up. “o-over you!” it’s like you can’t even think for yourself, make any choices for your body outside of what bakugou has planned for you. you’d do anything to please him so that he keeps fucking you, so that you can forget your feelings and keep your place amongst the socially elite. maybe that makes you selfish, maybe it makes you dumb — that you’re a whore for katsuki’s bully cock that churns up your guts and uses you for ecstasy filled relief.

“y-yeah? mmhm, just like that baby,” katsuki stutters, licking his lips while you throw it back on him. the weak snap of his voice (caused by you clenching down on him) has you gushing nastily down bakugou’s length. bathing him in your juices, dripping down his balls as they clap against your ass, and swing against your clit.

“yeah…yeah…y-you’re my friend, k-katsuki! didn’t wanna lose you…”

satisfied with your response and feeling a little mean once more, the king of the plastics brings a heavy hand down against your ass before gripping it tight, forcing you back and forth on his creamed dick. you hiss at the newfound pain blooming underneath your skin, blinking back more tears.

“that’s right sweets, you’ll let me do anythin’ to keep me right? stay bein’ friends.” bakugou barks salaciously into your shoulder blade. greed and power and control sparks between your bodies that move in sync with one another, your hips shakily attempting to catch up with his rough pace.

you gasp when he hits a spot that’s got you howling at the moon. “y-yes, god, yes!”

“even let me fuck your crush? let me fuck you in front’a him?”

all you can do is nod and gargle in response, passionately sucking on his fingers. “get ‘em nice and wet for me. wanna play with you, gorgeous.” he nips at your skin, leaving the imprint of his canines against you before his red eyes laser focus on where your bodies continually meet. “lift your hips. atta girl.”

a heinous squeal escapes you, borderline pornographic as katsuki fumbles between your body and shouto’s high thread count sheets. his sticky fingers press into your pleasure nub in tight, calculated circles and he rewards the sound of your choked moans with another barrage of love bites to your neck. ones that you won’t be able to cover up. ones that show how much you’ve been used.

you wonder if his appetite for your dedication will ever be satisfied. even though your pussy works it’s way back onto him and swallows his cock down like fucking magic — bakugou still wants more of you. he grins sinisterly at the bruises that form just under your skin, that make you hiss when he licks over them and spills his curse words over against that sensitive spot underneath your ear. the sensitivity makes you yelp loudly, despite the people that walk by.

including none other than shouto todoroki.

“you’d even let him watch as i creamed your cute cunt, wouldn’t ya? so pathetic. it’s adorable, sweetness.” the blonde goads, pulling back so that he can get a better view of your ass bouncing against his slender hips. spreading you apart with large hands, he drools down onto his cock and your asshole, spitting onto the point at which his shaft slips inside of you — watching the white froth mix in with your viscous nectar and disappear into the creaminess of your tight hole.

your crush audibly gasps as he enters the room — mismatched eyes drinking in the view of you being absolutely wrecked from behind by his ex. shouto can’t help but admire your puffy face and equally puffy folds while he settles on the bed next to katsuki. he has no idea how his feet even carried him there.

“bakugou what are you—?”

the tail end of shouto’s words slip away when you clench down hard on bakugou, his head falling onto the latter’s shoulder while you share shaky moans. “oh my god,” katsuki pants, pulsing against your silken walls and driving his dick upwards into your sweltering mound. “you’re fuckin’ obsessed with me. with him. you just won’t let this dick go, will ya?”

admitting that you like shouto watching you get fucked by bakugou would be just as embarrassing as admitting your crush on him. it doesn’t matter if you’re crying too hard to confess the matter with words, both of them know it. they can tell by the way your pussy spasms around katsuki’s bulbous cockhead as it bullies it’s way into you with every thrust. “see icyhot, told ya she was a weirdo,” He chuckles down at you menacingly. “letting me be the one t’stretch her pussy open even though you’re the one that she wants. s’so embarrassing.”

todoroki let’s out a noncommittal grunt, equally amused by the situation like his ex. “yeah… so weird…”

he reaches around to grab at the fat of your waist and tugs you back onto katsuki so that his dick never leaves you. so that your clit is smooshed up against perfect abs, that contract with every thrust and overstimulate you.

maybe it’s not such a bad thing to be used by the king of the plastics, if it means shouto gets to touch you too.

“i think she’s about to cum, katsuki.” the two-toned haired jock states as if it’s obvious, his voice husky and low as the scent of sex trickles into the air. “you’re gonna make her cum, baby.”

“can fuckin’ feel it, she’s ‘boutta make a mess of me.” they share a lustful look behind you, that leads to them sharing sloppy, uncoordinated kisses as if you’re not even there. truly treating you like a sex toy to be used whenever, wherever.

the sounds of their kisses ring in your ears, cause heat to burn at your cheeks and shame to settle in your chest once again. but this time, you don’t fucking care — not when you’re close to cumming, not when both of the people you adore in your life are using little old you.

forcing you back and forth over katsuki’s dick even faster, shouto finds it in himself to address you, moaning out your name. “a-are you close?” he simpers, tongue rolling over his ex’s.

“i— i am. p-please. let me cum. lemme cum. lemme c-cum—!” you chant as if it’s the gospel, voice tapering off into a set of whistle tone simpers as you finally hit your high. black spots dot your vision, katsuki using a last burst of energy to canter into you, slamming against your g-spot over and over again. the dam breaks before your brain can register it, release trickling out of your fluttering hole like a flash flood after a vicious storm. it soaks his soft tuft of blonde pubes and soils the sheets below, your body wracked with shakes and aftershocks.

katsuki's cock against your cervix being the epicentre.

the two men behind you share a sick little laugh when you collapse into the sheets face first, both of them leaning down to kiss either of your cheeks soothingly.

“so fuckin’ cute ‘n loyal,” bakugou coos in a twisted tone, pulling out of you to jerk himself off over your quivering body.

shouto smiles and rubs soothing circles in the small of your back in an attempt to calm you down — taking pleasure in your tiny sniffles and hiccups while you come down from your high.

“your turn, bakugou.” he purrs slightly, using his arm to prop himself up on the bed for a perfect view of you both.

“mmfuck, shit ‘m so close.” colourful curses spew from between bakugou’s perfect, cherry bitten lips just as he hits his peak. slick sounds accompany the movements of his rough palm up and down his length, coaxing himself towards orgasm. he cums with a shout, a feral growl tearing his chest in two with how loud it is. all while ropes of his blistering hot and white cum land on your ass, pussy and back.

he collapses next to shouto after that.

you feel a finger drag through the hot mess on your back and turn around just in time to watch bakugou feed a scoop of his cum to your crush. todoroki sucking his fingers happily. “go get her a towel, icyhot.” he demands, and like a slave to the crown, todoroki follows — disappearing from the room in search for a rag to clean you up with. surprisingly, the blonde helps you to sit up, taking you into his chest so you can snuggle against it. “don’t cry sweetness, s’okay. i forgive you for thinkin’ i was a bad friend.”

tilting your chin up, you’re rewarded with a firm chaste kiss — swallowing katsuki’s moans as he tastes the saltine tears in your lips. “you’ll never do it again, right?”

“r-right…” you reply meekly, flinching at the blonde who boops your nose almost affectionately.

he busies himself with fixing your costume until shouto returns with a wet rag to wipe the cum from between your thighs and the rest of you. you try not to let it get to you when they share another passionate kiss, sucking on each other’s tongues and mussing up each other’s hair until they’re all rosy cheeked and short of breath.

you would be a fool to think that you ever stood a chance with shouto todoroki after tonight.

much like you, he’s just another piece in katsuki’s game of chess. he’ll never escape the toxic cycle of their relationship when things keep going like this.

“you look sexy with your hair pushed back, icyhot.” katsuki says to shouto once they come up for air, ruffling his silky locks out of place. his ruby, crazed, gaze slinks over to you next, a coy smirk playing at his lips. “sweetness, tell him, icyhot he looks sexy with his hair pushed back.”

katsuki bakugou is terrible. evil. conniving. but he’s all you’ve got, even if he is a mean girl.

“shouto…you look sexy with your hair pushed back.”

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ofcourse I'm the center of the universe

#self concept #law of assumption #nevile goddard #manifestation #manifesting #loassumption #affirmations #affirmyourlife #affirm #affirmdaily #manifestingreality #manifestyourreality #master manifestor #sammy ingram

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satoruwiki · 2 months

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Are you over stripper gojo?

i am… NOT 👹

☆▒ DOUBLE LIFE!➜ ★

minors, ageless and blank blogs dni.

cw: afab!f!reader; suggestive content; not proof read.

w.c: 2.3k

Satoru always had a cover response.

"So, what do you do for a living?" The blonde girl asked, sipping her cocktail— a little too bitter for her taste.

"I'm a teacher, a private teacher, to be exact," he replied, resting his chin on the palm of his hand.

The possible reaction would be bemusement, laughter, thinking he was joking, followed by something along the lines of "didn't think you would be a teacher; you seem more like you work as a model or somewhere in the fashion industry," Satoru had it all memorized.

The most skeptical would narrow their eyes and stare at him like he just said the earth is flat confidently. Satoru would then pull out a white business card, with his name, phone address and 'job' written in Times New Roman font, all uppercase in platinum colour - because Satoru was cunning enough to order himself business cards for these occasions - and hand it to them.

People after that would not question him further; what is there to be asked? The teaching profession is not the most exciting of all— maybe ask him what he teaches, but beyond that, there is nothing; it's the perfect job to cover up his... nocturnal activities.

His cover-up was perfect, steady, almost unbreakable, almost.

Until you came into the picture.

—

"Now, I think I can kind of see you as a teacher, though I'm surprised no talent scout or casting director has ever contacted you to be part of a fashion magazine or commercial," you said, scanning him head to toe. The man before you was a total adonis, tall, handsome, charismatic, charming blue eyes with a smile that could melt any girl's heart; it was hard for you to believe he hadn't ever been the face of a brand or a high fashion's magazine cover, perhaps he worked as a high-end host as a side gig?

"Oh, believe me, I have," Satoru answered, taking a swig of the colourful cocktail, his face contorting into a slight grimace afterwards, "It's just not really my thing, y'know. I don't know if I'm ready to be People's hottest man alive."

"How humble," you snort, taking a swig of your drink yourself. Satoru chuckles in return; the sudden buzz of his phone interrupts your conversation, and he gives you a shy smile. He gestures with his right hand for you to hold on a second, to which you nod; holding his phone with his left, he gets up from his seat and walks away to take the mysterious call.

After a few minutes, he comes back with a sorry look on his face. You get the vibe that something happened, and the date's probably over. "Sorry, as much as I'd like to stay longer, I can't," he says, grabbing his jacket from the back of the chair, "y'know, private teacher things, one of my students needs me for an upcoming competition, gotta teach him to master twinkle twinkle little star on the violin."

Now, you don't like to overthink; however, the thought that the phone call could've been a fake emergency call lingered in your mind after he left, even though he did apologize again through text and supposedly 'hoped' you guys could reschedule for another date, you still thought his sudden departure was weird.

—

"Oh, that sounds like he didn't like you and faked a rain check," Utahime said through the phone.

"You think so?" you replied uncertainly, sounding somewhat sad and disappointed, the corners of your lips forming a pout. "Fuck, this is why I don't go out with guys who know they're cute. They have it over their head and think they're the big deal."

"Well, I told you he looked like a prick when you first showed me his profile."

"All men look like idiots to you, Uta'," you rolled your eyes, putting the call on speaker as you opened your freezer, "That's why you're single."

You heard Utahime gasp through the phone, seemingly offended by your teasing, which made you chuckle a little. "I'm single because I chose to, in case you forgot- What's that sound?"

"Oh, nothing, I'm just going to drown my sorrows in ice cream," you replied casually, closing the freezer door and opening your ice cream, "and watch some mediocre rom-com to distract me from how mediocre my love life is."

"Girl, no. Put that back and start picking an outfit; we're going out."

"Uta, thanks for the invite, but I'm tired. I just had a disappointing date, I don't really feel like going-"

Utahime interrupted you abruptly. "No buts. We are going out. I heard there's a new club that does ladies' nights on Fridays, and it just happens to be Friday. Forget about that damn date, you'll have others coming. Let's go out, yeah?"

You thought about her proposal and, well, she was right, the failed date wasn't that big of a deal, not so much as to spend your night sulking on your sofa eating ice cream. You sighed, putting the ice cream back in its place, "Fine, at what time do we meet?"

—

"I heard the guys here are hot, so much so that some girl's blood pressure went up because of how sexy their dances were, or so I was told," Utahime said in your ear, her voice barely audible over the blasting music.

"You told me we were going to a club," you chided, averting your gaze from the scantily clad men. Geez, were they covered in... oil?

"Club, male strip club, what's the difference? You go to both at night, and there are men in skimpy clothing," Shoko joins and shrugs nonchalantly, not seeing the reason for your apparent embarrassment, "Come on, don't be such a prude, pick yourself a cute guy for a private routine. It's on me if that eases you up," she nudges you, a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You sighed heavily; Utahime wasn't wrong. Some of the guys were kind of... hot, you suppose. But how were you supposed to ask for a private dance? Should you just come up to them and ask them? You've never been to a male strip club, and you don't know the 'unspoken rules' when interacting with a stripper yet.

Your anxious thoughts were interrupted when the crowd surrounding the main stage got suddenly louder, a pair of lights pointing toward it. You couldn't understand what the DJ was saying; the mic was so close to his mouth that it sounded like he was eating it, making his words unintelligible. Or maybe you had a bad hearing. Because the crowd, including your friends, started to cheer, wooing and lifting their shots in the air.

A song started to play throughout the club; you guessed that whoever was about to do his routine was the 'star' of the club because of how lively the crowd of girls was. The lights coordinated with the beat of the music, creating a surprise appearance of the long-awaited dancer on stage with his back turned.

Your heart stopped, jaw-slacked and speechless, as he turned around, unbuttoning the top of the fireman's outfit he was wearing one by one. Holy shit, that was—

"Uta'! It's him!" You nudged your friend frantically.

At first, she frowned in confusion, but it was only in a matter of seconds that it dawned on her. Having the same reaction as you, Utahime gasped and nudged you back, "Oh my god, you're right! It's the idiot from the date! Hell, I knew that 'teacher' thing was too weird for someone like him," she folded her arms, "and he sure does like the attention."

You looked back to the stage; the white-haired man had now fully unbuttoned his top, flashing his incredible, glistening abs on full display - you kept doubting whether it was oil or sweat that made them glint under the lights - and swaying his body seductively to the sound of the music.

Even if you tried, you couldn't exactly hate him for faking an emergency call or lying about his real job. Not when he looked this fucking hot doing it.

Satoru (if you remembered his name correctly) took off the jacket, tugging it down excruciatingly slow, showing off his ripped biceps and tossed it aside. Your eyes were captivated by the sensuality of his movements, his muscles tensing and rippling, making you swallow hard at the eroticism that carried his routine. And hell, with that frown and that sly grin, he looked so fucking hot as he danced to the beat of the music.

The more you watched it, the more doubts came to mind. Satoru could be famous; he had the charisma and appeal to be, so what brought him to this? Was it out of necessity, or did he enjoy it? Questions that would never be answered because you would never see him again after this.

Or so you thought before you were given a push (literally), coincidentally while Satoru was looking for a volunteer to pull up on stage.

Call it bad luck, but Satoru took your hand from all those who begged to be chosen, helping you onto the stage. Satoru couldn't recognize you under the dim lights of the club until he was face to face with you. He felt his heart work twice as hard, his eyes wide as saucers for just a second, masking his panic with a toothy grin.

In full view of everyone, Satoru sat you on a chair as part of his routine and stood behind you, the pad of his fingers skimming over the skin of your arms, trailing down to your wrists, his fingers wrapped around them and lifted them into the air.

"So you're not a teacher?" you murmured, feeling your heartbeat in your throat at the proximity of his lips against your neck.

"You got me, I'm not; sorry for lying to you," he whispered back, a small laugh coming from him as he took your hands to run up and down his beefy torso, feeling his every muscle rippling under your fingers.

A gasp escaped your lips as gasps of astonishment from the audience. God, it was a miracle you hadn't fainted by now. You swallowed dryly, falling prey to his erotic dance and his very presence, his hands guiding yours to rest on his hard-worked thighs and then roaming up your neck, the heat of his skin making contact with yours as Satoru pressed himself against you. You knew this was part of his dance routine, yet it felt so intimate, too much sexual tension and lascive, like a moment that shouldn't be shown to the public and kept taboo.

"Want me to tell you a secret?" he breathed, his laboured breaths blending with yours.

"Another one?"

"I was thinking of doing this to you on our second date," he confessed, a seductive smile to your eyes peeking out from the corner of his lips, "but it seems fate wanted to bring it forward."

"Do you believe in fate?"

"Nah, but doesn't it sound nice?" he huffed, tilting his head playfully, his white locks tickling your cheek, his hips sensuously grinding across your lap.

Satoru could sense your uncertainty in touching him and how much you wanted to do so. You moistened your parted lips and startled at every brush of his bare skin against yours, your hands tensed and trembling, refusing to explore any more of his anatomy. "Touch me," he instructed.

"What?"

Satoru pulled away from you, taking your hands into his, helping you to stand up and wrap your arms around his neck. With a firm grip on your thighs, you encircled your legs around his waist. "They want a show, and I know you're dying than just laying your soft hands on my body. Let me feel you all over me."

You felt your face burning, his innuendo going straight to your core. His words did things to you, like your skin prickling and leaving your mind blank. Bashfully, you complied; your shy hand travelled from his neck down to his abdomen, exploring every inch of his pale flesh as he carefully laid you down on the floor. He pried open your legs, easing his way between them, which made you wonder if this was still part of the routine or if you were about to get arrested for public indecency and be registered as a sex offender.

You finally understood why he was so popular at the nightclub; a routine by Satoru was like having clothed sex, the way his head dipped between your legs, alluding to him eating you out while moving every part of his lower body to the rhythm of the music or the way he acted out rhythmic sexual positions with you, made his touch feel igneous under your skin and sent a throbbing in your nether regions.

Fortunately (or unfortunately for you), the routine came to an end; beads of sweat rolled down his forehead as he caught his breath and -painfully- said goodbye to you in front of the crowd, mentally grateful for the dim lighting of the place that hid his tented pants after his very sexual dance routine.

As soon as you stepped off the stage, your friends were all over you, bombarding you with questions, jokes and the occasional sly comment.

"So, are you going to meet him again?" Shoko asked you with a teasing -and very nosy intentioned- glint in her eyes.

"I... I don't know," you stuttered bashfully, still recovering from your heart rattling in your ribcage. As your friends kept teasing you to no end, you felt a vibration of your phone, forcing you to take it out of your pocket. Your breath hitched, and that sensation in your lower back became present again as you read the contact name.

"Next date at my place? ;)" —Satoru.

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scorpiussage · 8 months

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The Director’s Cut (Neil Lewis/Fem!OC)

Pairing: Neil Lewis/Fem!OC

Summary: Neil tries his hand at filming with some unintended results.

Warnings: Smut - Unintentional Sex Tape

Neil has been wanting to do this for a long time now— make his own noir short film. He’s splurged on an old film camera and made you visit various antique stores for months until you put together proper 1940s outfits for the two of you.

And to be clear, you’re really only going along with this because you love your boyfriend, not because you have any interest in the art of noir films nor acting. But Neil gave you that hurt puppy look and you couldn’t say no. So now here you are, dressed to the nines as the mysterious dame to Neil’s detective.

Every shot is carefully placed by Neil before he runs to his spot. (While you were helpless to Neil’s sad face, Johnathan and Lucien were not.) The two of you have been at this for hours and all that was left to film was the big climax where the two characters would declare their love for each other and passionately kiss.

“Okay, baby, really give the kiss your all,” Neil instructs from behind the camera he’s adjusting, zooming in so that the two of you would be the center of the frame. Setting the camera to record, he races to to his place in front of you.

His character, gruff and stern, says his lines before wrapping you up in his arms and capturing your mouth in a heated kiss. Whatever you’re supposed to do next completely leaves your mind as you lose yourself in the passionate make out. Neil has never kissed you like this before, like you’re the air he needs to breathe.

It’s the kind of kiss that immediately makes you weak in the knees, leaving you no choice but to throw your arms around his neck and hold on for dear life. And it seems that Neil is not immune to this moment because he doesn’t pull away when he’s supposed to, instead burying one hand into your artfully styled curls and the other slipping down your body to grasp your ass firmly.

The two of you lose yourselves completely in the moment, forgetting all about your characters and the still rolling camera.

Breaking away to breathe, Neil’s lips travel across your jaw to your neck, licking and sucking with single minded focus, seemingly intent to mark you as his.

“Fuck, Neil,” you gasp, your hands scrambling to push his blazer off. And it shows how lost the two of you are in each other that he doesn’t try to correct you to use his character’s name.

Shucking his jacket off, he reaches under you and hoists you up, letting you wrap your legs around his trim waist while he backs the two of you onto the love seat nearby. The next kiss you share is a filthy one, full of tongue and bites that smears your lipstick everywhere. His fingers slip up your stocking covered legs, hooking into the straps of the garter belt you’re wearing.

That’s when you regain enough clarity to remember the still filming camera.

Trying to push Neil back, you squeak, “Wait! The camera!”

He pulls away from the hickey he was giving your throat to look back at the camera. That’s when a rather naughty grin stretches across his face.

“Fuck, good idea,” he gets up off of you and dashes to grab the camera off the tripod, slipping his hand into the strap and making his way back to the love seat with you still splayed out on it.

You quickly close your legs and start trying to shove your skirt back into place.

“No, no, no, baby, c’mon,” he cajoles, the camera still focused squarely on you, “Let’s keep going.”

You’re certain your face is unattractively red as you stutter, “But what if—I can’t—“

Neil gives you gentle little shushes, his face finally peaking out from behind the camera to look at you directly, “It’ll be okay. No one will see this but you and me.”

Biting your lip you contemplate your options. On the one hand, the fear that someone will see this is quite high, but on the other, the thought of getting fucked by Neil on camera is the hottest thing you’ve ever heard of.

Coming to a decision, you give your boyfriend a timid nod and try to relax. His grin is victorious and lecherous as he returns to operating the camera.

“Fuck, baby, you look so pretty,” he tells you, one hand leaving the camera to squeeze his tenting cock in his pants.

Scooting forward, you reach out to undo his pants, gasping when his cock springs out red and hard as you’ve ever seen it. You pump the length a few times, memorized by the glistening head and the bead of precum spilling out of it.

“Suck me, baby, please?” He begs, the camera focused squarely on you and the cock at your eye level.

Deciding to fully commit to what the two of you are doing, you lean forward and lick a long stripe from the base to the tip, moaning at his salty taste. His hips jut forward, encouraging you to take him into your mouth and you do with relish. You love sucking Neil’s cock and the way he becomes a begging, stuttering mess every time you do it.

He throws his head back as you suck him down, his moans loud and his words filthy, “Fuck, that’s it. I love your mouth, god, you feel so good!”

Emboldened by his response, you begin sucking him with enthusiasm, taking him as far down as you can and swirling your tongue over the slit. His one free hand gathers your hair up, gripping it firmly and guiding you up and down him with increasing force.

Pulling off of him with a pop, you lick your lips and say, “Use me.”

You barely get your mouth open in time for him to start fucking your mouth in earnest, his grip on your hair just shy of hurting and his litany of praises soaking your pussy. You don’t look away from the camera once, keeping your eyes firmly on that shiny lens.

You’re alerted to Neil’s impending orgasm by his stuttering hips and the way he pushes you to take him all the way to the root, making you bury your nose in the trimmed hair at the base.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” He chants, shoving himself down your throat and cumming loudly and wantonly.

He pulls you off of him just as you’re about to run out of air, your face a mess of cum and spit as you pant.

“Take off your clothes,” Neil tells you, sitting down onto the loveseat next to you.

You stand up on shaky legs, trying to regain your wits about you as you begin unbuttoning your dress. The camera captures it all as you peel the fabric from your body and let it drop to pool around your feet leaving you in the vintage lingerie set.

Neil doesn’t stop his monologue of praise at all, telling you how sexy and beautiful you are as you shed each piece of clothing until you’re entirely bare before him. His cock is already hard again and he’s lazily fisting himself while he films you.

He motions for you to get onto the couch, directing you to lie back.

He’s apparently taking an artistic approach because he slowly traces your form with the camera, the fingers of his free hand running over your body reverently.

“God, you’re fucking perfect,” he whispers, leaning away from the camera to leave gentle, biting kisses along your stomach.

You spread your legs to accommodate him, revealing your most intimate self to the camera when he sits up fully and looks down at you.

“I need you, Neil,” you whine, your hands cupping your breasts in what you hope is a seductive manner, your fingers pinching the buds of your nipples. You needn’t say more than that apparently, because he’s quick to line his cock up with your sopping entrance, the head of it teasing your opening by pushing in slightly and pulling back out.

“Gonna give you what you need, baby,” he promises before pushing into you fully, your cunt sucking him in to your tight heat.

You throw your head back and arch your back in pleasure, that feeling of finally being full, of finally having that spot deep inside of you rubbed electrifying from the tips of your toes to the top of your head.

The camera is fully focused on you, on your bouncing tits, on his cock pushing in and out of you, on your gasping mouth.

This video is going to be Neil’s holy grail. He’s going to watch this video till the end of time— till the tape fucking gives out.

His free hand snakes down to start rubbing furiously at your clit, matching the brutal rhythm he’s fucking you with. You moan and spread your legs wider, pulling your knees up to your chest and nodding frantically. The new position lets him sink even deeper into you, his balls hitting your ass.

“‘Let me cum in you, please, fuck,” Neil begs you, his hand holding the camera getting shaky as he begins to peak. You’re close too, that building pressure low in your belly beginning to become too much.

“Please, Neil, I’m so close!” You try pushing up into his hand that’s still rubbing you, that’s dragging you to the edge.

You cum just a moment before he does, your cries echoing around the room and the camera clattering to the ground as Neil drops it and braces himself over you.

You stare at each other for a long time, your foreheads touching.

“I love you,” he tells you not unlike how his character declared earlier but this time real.

“I love you too.”

#taking a break from my vacation to give y'all this 😘💖#neil lewis #neil lewis x reader #neil lewis/reader #neil lewis x oc #neil lewis/oc #watching the detectives #cillian murphy #watching the detectives fic #neil lewis fic

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elllisaaa · 4 months

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yes i’m back in ur inbox losing my mind over enha again i’m so sorry sweetie 🙈

just finished watching the recording of bite me and uhmmmm director heeseung ?? i mean, it’s self explanatory - it’s the hottest sight ever!!

made me think about him domming me tho… i would love to hear your thoughts on what type of dom you see heeseung as <3

don't feel sorry sweetie, i love having your thoughts about them, so entertaining 🤭 and i know right ?? i had the same thoughts when i saw that he's so… grrr ! this man is so fine, it has to be illegal at some point 😣

DOM!HEESEUNG would be so playful, always has a smirk on his face when he plays with your body. he obviously loves to tease you, so much, he drives you insane but it feels too good to stop.

heeseung overstimulates you to the point you're crying and begging for him, fuels his ego even more if you moan his name, he gets so cocky it's both infuriating and attractive. and yes, it's a way of having you weak for him but it's also because his girl deserves as many orgasms as she wishes (and even more because he's feeling generous).

"one more princess, i know you can do it… mmh, good girl…"

he's such a service dom, because even if he loves to have control over you, your wishes are his commands. you want to ride him ? go on. you want to worship his body tonight ? well, he lets you do that too. as much as he's making fun of you for being a simp for him, he's even worse when it comes to you.

"yeah ? that's what you want ? then come here and take it baby."

pussy drunk heeseung comes in every time he goes down on you, losing himself in the delicious taste of your juices. he would not come up for air before you gave him at least two orgasms. he's a sucker for you pulling on his hair, and keeping your thighs open for him, his fingers digging into your flesh. he feels so proud of the marks he left the next day, grinning like an idiot.

"such a sweet cunt… i can't wait to fuck you…"

i feel like he is very possessive too, and bet that every time he has his way with you, he marks you as his. leaving hickeys on your whole body but especially your neck so you can show them proudly, bite marks too, so much his members tease him about you being attacked by a vampire, and heeseung just watches you shy away from his cocky smirk.

"what ? don't act like you didn't ask for this last night princess."

even if he's overall a very sweet boyfriend, when he fucks you, oh my lord he's rough. pinning your hips to the mattress, holding your hands so you cannot touch him, having you from behind and holding your head down in his pillow (but he is the king of aftercare though...). heeseung can't shut up in bed, dirty talks a lot and degrades you while praising you at the same time. everything about him is so hot, and it all feels so good you don't want it to stop.

"such a good little slut for me… scream my name some more baby, let them hear you how much you love my cock."

#and with the picture he posted for new year ???#he got me HOOKED #eli answering your questions #eli's moots #dinna's asks #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #heeseung hard hours #heeseung hard thoughts

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sehyunie23 · 3 months

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| Autumn Fic |

Raise our Glass... to the

Story of Us

Le Sserafim is one of the hottest and rising groups in the K-pop world. Filled with the concept of fierce, strength, and confidence, making many people stan, and even support them to the fullest.

As one of the fastest-rising groups in the world, they also achieved some feats that are quite impressive for a rookie group. You can also say that this is because of the members.

We all know Sakura and Chaewon, not only they are part of the Le Sserafim, but they are also former Iz*one members. The experience they have is unequaled, they share their experience with their fellow members, giving them a glimpse of what to expect in the duration of their career.

We can include Yunjin here, as we all know, she also participated in the survival show where Sakura and Chaewon participated. The only thing here is, that she is not fortunate enough to get into Iz*one but enough about that. Yunjin redeemed herself which led her to be a member of the Le Sserafim.

Le Sserafim then continued in their promotions, not even a disappointment from their fans. They continue to grow as time goes on and this time, the group is inside their building, practicing with full determination.

And now here they are, loved by the world and continuing to achieve awards and create their own legacy through their music and charisma.

Also amidst their portrait in the public as fearless girls, they are dorks inside their hearts. With each one having the perfect fit for each other's personality, they go well. This also results in chaos, which is good because if there is no chaos, there is no peace.

"Can anyone remind me why we let Kazuha make a dance on this part again?" Yunjin asked in regret.

"What unnie? It's easy!" Kazuha said with her ever-beautiful smile and did the move again.

"THAT'S BECAUSE YOU ARE FLEXIBLE!" Chaewon the short-tempered radish roared.

"You just suck unnie! Bleh!" Eunchae teased then made the dance move flawlessly.

"I can't you two," Chaewon muttered as she surrendered to the mindset of their maknaes. Sakura who is watching them is doing good than the others.

"Oh, I can't do this shit. Can I just do an opera thingy?" Yunjin asked their director.

"Opera? How do you plan in that Yunjin-ssi?" The director asked.

"It's like I will sing one opera song and then Kazuha will dance her ballet in the opening segment. After that, we will go back to our original concept then voila~," Yunjin suggested which caught the interest of their director.

"That's a good plan. We'll dismiss you guys for now to see the possibility of Yunjin's idea okay?" Their director said which the girls cheered on.

_________________

*knock knock*

"Come in!" Yunjin said and the person who knocked entered the room where Yunjin and her members were.

"Y/n oppa! I MISSED YOU!" The maknae of the group ran and hugged him tightly like he was her teddy bear.

"Oof. Miss you too marshmallow," Y/n said while he let go of the plastic bags he was holding to reciprocate the hug of the younger girl.

"Wow, your best friend is here Yunjin," Chaewon with a tone and Yunjin just shrugged and showed a smile that made her eyes wrinkle as her mind was at joy seeing the boy who once confessed to her but only to be rejected because of her decision to become an idol.

Usually, when you are rejected by the person it equates to the two of you being awkward and like your minds separates you from each other. But this unique time, Y/n may be rejected but his heart is not hurt. As one of Yunjin's best friend, he values the time of their moments rather than the day of his rejection.

But there is also one phrase that Y/n held on to until now, and that is

*flashback*

Yunjin and Y/n are sitting on a bench near the HYBE building where the girl is training to be an idol. Yunjin here just got picked up by one of the subsidiaries, Source Music who is creating a debut team that can make the world stage.

Y/n and Yunjin's friendship has been strong from the start, not even a crack is visible on their bond. An extremely extroverted girl is with an introverted boy who is just content with what is going on in his life right now.

Though in the eyes of a stranger, the two are couples, in reality, they aren't. Well now not yet, both are yearning for each other. They are at the point of finding one's comfort and presence but one thing that stops them is their dreams.

You can't go into life expecting full fantasy, you need to be ready for the plot twist as well. Life has never been easy, but when you have a mate that helps you go through it, it feels like you are on cloud 9, floating from the darkness lurking from the bottom.

"Aren't you tired?" Y/n asked the girl that was wrapped in his arms.

"I'm tired. But I'm not the one who gives up on my dream you know?" Yunjin said which made the boy chuckle.

"Ahhh Yunjin~ you are so stubborn sometimes," Y/n playfully scolded the girl, making them share each other's laugh under the beautiful sun.

"So why did you call me here? You're not the one who plans these kinds of stuff," Yunjin asked.

"Damn right. I gathered my whole self for this moment," Y/n said which made Yunjin giggle. Honestly, Yunjin knows where this is going.

"Huh Yunjin. What the fuck did you do to this former quiet boy back then? Why am I rambling now? The things that only you can do to me, the fuzziness I feel when you are near me, the butterflies when I see your smile, you make me flustered when you tease me even though it's bullshit," Yunjin laughed at Y/n's confession since it's her first and didn't expect it that it will be this good.

"But in the end, it's you. It's not your body, your beauty that makes me like this. It's you, It's your charms, the way you take me as your own. Every alone time we have you make me the happiest person alive and for that I made my decision," Y/n stopped and breathed deeply before looking into Yunjin's eyes.

"I may not be the one who expresses myself a lot but with you, I feel I can. So Huh Yunjin, will you be my girlfriend?" Y/n dropped the biggest question he asked and Yunjin stared at the boy with a smile.

Yunjin then steals a peck on Y/n's lips which surprised the boy. Yunjin then holds Y/n's hands making them look at each other's orbs that captivated their heart.

"I cannot, for now. We are preparing for our debut and I don't have the heart that can leave you alone in the air. So for now, I will be straight in my answer," Yunjin said even though her heart was telling her to tell Y/n the opposite. The boy on the other hand is not sad nor disappointed, but he understands where Yunjin is coming from. Though there's a tinge of scratch in his heart, Y/n keeps it cool and Yunjin then puts her hands on his cheeks, caressing it with a smile.

"Wait for me. I promise you that I may not be the best girlfriend ever but the happiness we had will be more and more. When the right day comes, I will ask you the same question and there if you still love me, let's be together for the rest of our lives. Okay?" Yunjin said full of gratitude and sincerity as she knew Y/n could be disappointed but the boy held the hand that was on his cheeks with a smile.

"Whatever or whenever that happens, I will be waiting Huh Yunjin," Y/n said, making the both of them smile.

Y/n may not have achieved what he wants, but the promise is enough for him to have faith in, especially for the future.

*flashback end*

For Y/n to wait for Yunjin until she is ready and in control of her life carrying her career. Juggling love life with a career will be hard and Y/n understands this and for that, he is ready to do what it takes to wait for her beloved girl.

"Sup Chae, anything interesting?" Y/n asked the leader of the group.

"Nothing as usual, how bout you? You creating music again?" The radish asked him back and the latter nodded.

"Yep, this one is good. In my opinion tho," Y/n said as he carried the maknae who was hugging like a koala.

"Oh? Care to share?" Yunjin said as she took a seat beside the boy.

"I plan for it to be sung by you so for now, wait," The boy said to his best friend and she just pouted but later nodded.

"Okay. Oh, wait, where are the chaotic Japanese sisters?" Y/n asked as the other members shrugged.

"Zuha is probably buying snacks at the vending machine and Kkura, may be sleeping in the corner," Chaewon said, and true to her words, the girl who has beauty in her name is sleeping at the corner like a princess.

"Damn I know I have my sight at Yunjin but you cannot ignore noona's beauty," Y/n said which made the conscious members giggle.

"Can't even argue with you there," Yunjin said while nodding while the maknae who was hugging me earlier was now sitting beside me.

"How about me oppa? Is Eunchae beautiful?" The maknae cutely asked and this one is a no-brainer.

"Didn't even need to think twice Manchae," Y/n said and ruffled her hair.

"I swear that you are siblings at this point," Yunjin said.

"Hey, I'm the only child. Having a lil sis like Eunchae is awesome," Y/n said and Eunchae nodded like the child she is making Chaewon and Yunjin squeal in awe.

Asked time went by, the Fimmies' break time ended and there, the Japanese duo noticed Y/n. Kkura greeted him with a chill and calm hello while Zuha... Let's just say she managed to plan a prank in about 3 seconds which is hella scary but is successful in pulling it on Y/n which the latter groaned at.

The Le Sserafim girls continued their practice afterward with Y/n still watching them go into their position and as always, they slayed. There are times when the maknaes live up to their name as they begin annoying their unnies but other than that, there's nothing special happened.

Of course, the maknaes targeted Chaewon first which to their credit, made her annoyed which was a win and Sakura just shrugged as she was immune from the attacks, while Yunjin, just laughed at them. Overall, the Le Sserafim is still humans! That is what makes them better! So to y'all bashers out there, grow up!

Anyways, Y/n excused himself at one point and the girls just nodded at him and the boy immediately ran to the toilet, visibly, he had many to unload...

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Hours passed, and Y/n arrived at the HYBE in the morning and now, the sun is preparing to set from the horizon, giving the time to her partner, the moon along with its star friends. Not only the sun, but the girls will also take a rest now as if they want proficiently, they also need to listen to their body.

Wrapping up their dance practice, the instructor said goodbye and left while the other staff helped the idols who were cleaning the practice room now. Y/n as he saw them, he is proud. Proud that the idols that befriended him were not just for fame, but also full of humility and responsibility. As Y/n is sitting, he decided to help them too to somewhat ease their workload even if it is a wee bit.

After a bit of cleaning everywhere, the girls then went to their plans for the night. Y/n heard from Chaewon that she and Eunchae will go their home as she promised the maknae for a meal which sounds amazing while the Japanese duo will eat sushi as they crave it, then this leaves me with Yunjin.

The said girl and Y/n now are on the rooftop of the HYBE building as there is a garden on it for the idols to have a safe even if it is not that big. Since Yunjin is now well known as a celebrity in the area, having her with a boy can cause rumors not only for the company but ultimately for herself and her group. It's not a good time for them to have a rumor especially since they are still planting their name with one of the best in the industry.

Now that the two are outside, the sky is the time that everyone calls the golden hour. The orange skies and the sun peek at the horizon, ready to bring light to another part of the world. Sometimes, we just ask how did it happen. The beauty of nature is incomparable to anything man-made.

As Y/n was watching the sunset, Yunjin was at the back, looking at the boy with a small smile on her face. Yunjin couldn't be more happy as she found the greatest gem in her life, in this case, you. Y/n really did what Yunjin said, he waited patiently and this time, she wanted to end that wait for your end.

Yunjin thought about this after their Unforgiven comeback, this is also the time when she has control of her schedules, making it possible to make some time for Y/n.

Now with full confidence, Yunjin stood up and slowly walked closer to Y/n until she stopped. The boy who has his eyes closed and enjoying the natural air doesn't know what the girl behind her is planning. Yunjin then took this chance and wrapped her arms around Y/n's torso, making the boy widen his eyes as the girl who was hugging him nuzzled her head on his back.

"Y-Yunjin?! What are you doing?!" Y/n stuttered making the girl laugh.

"Thank you for waiting Y/n," Yunjin softly said, and the once-flustered Y/n calmed down and turned to face the girl who hugged him.

"Three years is a long time. You could have loved other girls than me, you may see and court some beauties as well but here you are, with me today, still clinging to the promise I made years ago. Jung Y/n, just like what I said in the past. Will you be my boyfriend?" Yunjin asked as she put her hands around his neck.

Instead of words, Y/n went for the kiss as his answer. Back then, Yunjin stole a kiss from Y/n, but now Y/n is here to take back what his from the start.

Their lips moved as one as the love that was stuck in their hearts was now free and they had the right to dance and show the hidden love but now, without limitations.

Fireworks after fireworks, Yunjin thought that this was worth it. Not a hint of regret from her past because now, she is ready to make it up for the future. Y/n on the other was overjoyed as his wait had now come to an end.

As they share their passion and love, the skies illuminate the gold and orange skies. Just as how beautiful the sky is, the love between former friends who are now couples illuminates it, making it one of the most beautiful moments in their life.

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"Y/n, you can start now okay?" Yunjin said as the other members were behind her, eager to hear Y/n's voice singing in front of his now girlfriend.

"Hey Y/n, make Yunjin face what she missed for the last three years," Chaewon teased.

"CHAEWON! What was that?!" Yunjin said like she was insulted but the other members just laughed at her with Y/n giggling inside the booth.

"Oppa! You are gonna do well! I trust you!" Eunchae cheerfully said.

"Yeah! After this song, Yunjin unnie will marry you!" Kazuha said, garnering another round of laughter from the group while Yunjin was just blushing right now.

"Okay, stop punishing my girlfriend now. I will sing now, start it Yunjin," Y/n said proudly which made the girls coo loudly at him. Yunjin smiled at Y/n and the boy reciprocated it.

"Ready when you are Y/n," Yunjin said and Y/n raised his thumb. Yunjin then muted her microphone and started the music.

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(Ctto; Better to listen to this cover for this part)

Y/n POV

It's kinda shitty isn't it

Not the way we pictured it

Feels like an existential crisis

Or am I being dramatic?

I looked at Yunjin as the first part commenced. Yes, we do have an interesting friendship, we may be close now but back then, many factors tried to separate us two. Does it reach the point of what are we gonna do from now?

I wish the world would shut its mouth

Give me space to fucking sort it out

Like, I'm fine, just leave me alone

I'm great on my own

The world is a bitch sometimes, but these words are not for me, it's for Yunjin. One of the most painful things to see is the hurtful comments thrown not only at her but also at the rest of her members. Many people don't know the hardships their girls went through.

But if I'm being honest

I'd hate to waste us on this

But I truly hope they find their own peace of mind

Yes, it's true, who are they to meddle with someone else's life? We live in different areas with people of different mindsets, but for now, we'll focus on ours.

I don't know what I'd be doing without you

You love who I am

'Cause I don't care as long as I'm with you

I'll reach for your hand

In this ugly world where the color is fading

You're beautiful in every color and shade I~

Don't know if you drink

Yeah, Huh Yunjin. I can't imagine a life without you. From the moment we started, it was all happiness. Our journey was not all rainbows and sunshine but heck, you made my world colorful, even just with your smile. With this Yunjin,

But raise a glass to the past in the story of us

A little bit of complication never hurt my body I know

But it's different when the target is your mind

The world targets everything in you, yet here you are my girl, still strong not only for yourself but also for your members. You are a vitamin, giving me a reason, all of us a reason to be happy.

And everybody's talking shit

No bigger hypocrite, it's fine, though

My sisters and I we sympathize

And I can see your unity with your members, the way you move as a team. No matter what words are being thrown into your head, you don't mind them.

But if I'm being honest

Never thought that I would have this

Back when all I needed was people who will stay

You stayed with me in all my lows Huh Yunjin, you didn't even hesitate when I called you for help. You made me the person I am today and for that,

I don't know what I'd be doing without you

You love who I am

'Cause I don't care as long as I'm with you

Yeah! I don't care about anybody, when I'm with you I'm happy, and that is now my promise to you.

I'll reach for your hand

In this ugly world where the color is fading

You're beautiful in every color and shade I~

Don't know if you drink

But raise a glass, 'cause

I will not get tired of saying these words to you my love. To be honest, I don't like to drink, but to the story of us, it needs exemptions hehe...

It took a while to get here

I'm fearless but I still fear

You'll disappear

'Cause I couldn't be

The person that you need

I won't ever leave

We made a promise back then, many days, weeks, and months has passed but neither, but neither one of us even tried to weaken our strong bond. My nightmare is when I'm not with you, because Yunjin, my life has been you. Now, that we're a couple, listen my dear.

I don't know what I'd be doing without you

You love who I am

'Cause I don't care as long as I'm with you

I'll reach for your hand

In this ugly world where the color is fading

You're beautiful in every color and shade I, I~

In this ugly world where the color is fading

You're beautiful in every color and shade I~

Don't know if you drink

But raise a glass

To the story of us

3rd Person POV

Y/n sang the last lyrics and not even a minute passed, Yunjin barged into the booth with tears on her face, she then hugged Y/n as tears of joy, pain, and gratitude combined in her mind.

Y/n smiled and hugged the girl back, also rubbing her back to calm her down. Yunjin nuzzles her face to Y/n's neck and she enjoys the warmth of his boyfriend, who stayed with her and treasured her. The loyalty Y/n presented to the girl is enough for Yunjin to love him unconditionally.

The Le Sserafim members saw this moment and smiled. They may not speak but internally, they all agreed to go out for a bit just to let the two have their comfort and privacy.

"Didn't know that you are that talented," Yunjin said with sniffles in between as she calmed down.

"I just wrote that based on what we and you've been through. I think it went well?" Y/n asked, unsure of what to say.

"More than well. Y/n, many problems dawned upon us but we stayed strong, it's like our problem doesn't even make us flinch anymore. We are fearless when we're together and I can't even thank you enough for what you've done. Like what you said at the end, raise a glass, to the story of us," Yunjin said with a smile and looked up on my face.

The two slowly attracted each other and slowly, their faces leaned closer and again, the love, the spark, and the passion inside them strengthened once again.

The two of them have been loyal to each other. They may have their choices, but they never forget one another.

Not long after, they ended the kiss and looked at each other with hearts shooting from their eyes. The warmth radiating between them is so strong and maybe, it will be stronger in the future.

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One of my favorite works, I hope you enjoyed it :) 🤍

#kpop #kpopfluff #bxg #malereader #lesserafim #Yunjin #huhyunjin

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So, are you new to Watcher?

Whether you just discovered the dudes from Buzzfeed Unsolved premiered a new ghost hunting show or you stumbled across Ghost Files without having ever seen Ryan and Shane before, perhaps you find yourself a bit lost regarding Watcher.

So here I present a not-quite-short (yet I hope comprehensive) guide to Watcher Entertainment!

What is Watcher?

Back in 2019, three ex-BuzzFeed employees (Ryan Bergara and Shane Madej from BuzzFeed Unsolved and Steven Lim from Worth It) joined forces and announced they were launching a new production company and YouTube channel called Watcher. They toiled at it for an entire year and their new channel premiered on January 10th, 2020 with seven shows, the first of which was Puppet History (but more on the shows later).

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They started with a grand total of five employees: the three cofounders, Brittney Lee (Production Supervisor) and Anthony Frederick (Creative Director of Post Production). Now, Team Watcher has grown to include several more people, including some ex-BuzzFeeders like Katie LeBlanc (who used to produce BFU and Worth It, today is Head of Development at Watcher), Annie Jeong (who you may know from Worth It and the Berry Boys video featuring Ryan and Shane, now a Senior Creative Producer) and Mark Celestino (cameraman for BFU, now Senior Creative Producer at Watcher).

Currently, Watcher presents a new episode of whichever show it's currently in season (right now it's Ghost Files of course) every Friday at 12 PT. Between shows, or sometimes on Wednesdays, they might air One-Offs, which are smaller, well, one off videos. Over at their Patreon you can find more content including:

Early Thursday access for Friday videos

Watcher Weekly+, a weekly talk show featuring any combination of cofounders and/or Watcher crew, where they answer fan questions and sometimes open fan mail. NOTE: for a taste of these, you can refer to their now-extinct Watcher Weekly show, formerly airing on Wednesdays over at YouTube dot com.

For higher tiers, a monthly livestream also featuring any combination of cofounders where they shoot the shit for an entire hour

Also for higher tiers, audio commentaries for select episodes

And for the highest tier, Discord AMAs with different members of Team Watcher.

Onto the shows:

Watcher has many shows. A whole lot of them. Ryan, Steven and Shane are very creative guys and it shows. When they first started, they began with a new episode of a different show every week, which was for some people very confusing. They've settled into airing whole seasons now, so after we're done with the premiere season of Ghost Files, we'll move onto a new season of Puppet History and then onto another show.

Because it's so many shows, I'll only describe the ones that are still being produced, along with the shows that premiered for the first time in 2022, in chronological order.

Puppet History

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Helmed by Shane Madej, this was the first show that appeared on Watcher and the host, a puppet named The Professor (played by Shane) has become the de facto mascot of Watcher. If you liked the Hot Daga and Ruining History, this is essentially its spiritual successor. Here, The Professor leads Ryan and a different guest through a journey of a wacky historical event, while they compete to see who will become History Master. The lore gets really deep.

Top 5 Beatdown

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A Ryan Bergara concoction, Shane and Ryan debate asinine topics ranging from the hottest Disney cartoon characters to top dog breeds, comparing top 5 lists and often fighting about it. When they do not fight, the duo showcases their one shared braincell. In every episode, they have a guest who knows more about the topic than them.

Are You Scared?

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Also created by Ryan Bergara, Are You Scared? began as a Zoom show and evolved to being shot in person after pandemic restrictions eased. Ryan tells Shane one of the spookiest stories from the internet, and they both laugh over it. In a way, the format is similar to Unsolved, and the promotion campaigns for it are hilarious: once, Ryan pretended he'd been kidnapped by The Professor and made an entire photo shoot about it.

Too Many Spirits

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From the galaxy brain of Katie LeBlanc, this was the first show shot in person during the pandemic, and also the only Friday show to feature all three co-founders. Ryan and Shane gather in a backyard to read ghost stories submitted by fans, but they get drunker and drunker every episode. They start off very normal, but by the fourth and last episode of each season, they are absolutely unhinged. By the way, the drinks? Handmade by Steven Lim himself, who turns out, is a (not) wonderful bartender. In the most recent seasons, we get an actual professional bartender, Ricky Wang, who has a very special working relationship with Steven.

Dish Granted

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Created by and for the suffering of Steven Lim, Dish Granted is about love and food and friends. In each episode, Steven sets out to grant a friend of his their dream dish, even if it costs Steven his own sanity. Currently, the episode with Simu Liu holds the honor of being the Watcher video with most views. I love it, and you should too.

Worth a Shot

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In each episode of this show hosted by Ricky Wang (of Too Many Spirits fame), he creates a special cocktail for a different guest. Ricky definitely knows what he is doing, and so, this show has a very soothing quality to it.

Eat Like Me

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Also made by Steven Lim. Join Steven as he learns more about different cultures and/or lifestyles as he eats for one day as someone else. In the pilot season, he discovered the joys of the diet of a Korean college student, the woes of British people, and the pain of a professional eating competitor.

Pretty Historic

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Created by Selorm Kploanyi and directed by none other than Sara Rubin, Pretty Historic looks at history from another point of view: beauty and makeup. It is an incredibly pretty show, the aesthetics are top notch, and it dives into really interesting subjects. I am begging for y'all to watch this.

Ghost Files

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Finally, Ghost Files doesn't really need an introduction. Ryan Bergara's baby, the official successor to BuzzFeed Unsolved, and in the words of Shane Madej (to which I subscribe wholeheartedly), the perfect ghost hunting show. Only an episode and it's corresponding Debrief have been released until now, but it's so good. So different from BFU in a much, much better way, while still feeling incredibly familiar. Wow. The Ghoul Boys have done it for real.

However, Watcher has a vast catalogue with even more shows than those, plus all of their one-offs. My personal favorites and recommendations to you are Weird and/or Wonderful World (with Shane and Ryan) and Homemade (hosted by Steven). Homemade particularly feels like a work of art that I don't feel gets appreciated as much as it should.

Also, I greatly recommend watching Ryan and Shane Eat Everything Boysenberry (Again): Bless Annie for doing this for us. Berry Boys 2, once again taking off at Knott's Berry Farm.

So where can I keep up with Watcher?

If you aren't following them in at least one of their social media accounts, you might want to do that:

Their YouTube official channel

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Twitter

Instagram

TikTok

Patreon

Finally!

These are the bare essentials to getting into Watcher, but I hope it's useful to at least one person. If you have any questions, ask away! Imo, the fandom is incredibly nice and would love to help any newbie find their way through.

#watcher #ryan bergara #shane madej #steven lim #ghost files #buzzfeed unsolved #puppet history #dish granted #are you scared #too many spirits #this is an attempt at a primer #i DO hope someone does find it useful #and ends up diving into all the content watcher has for you #their quality content we've all come to expect from them is really fun! nice! extremely worth it!!#Youtube

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IM UP! IM AWAKE! IM HERE! IM ACTIVE!!

INSTAGRAM BLURB

harry x director!y/n

MASTERLIST | PATREON

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ynupdates Y/N ARRIVING IN VENICE ITALY LAST NIGHT FOR THE 79TH ANNUAL VENICE FILM FESTIVAL

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ynfan7 YES YES YES

harryfan10 she looks so stressed out

ynfan6 if paparazzi was following you how would you feel

harryfan13 are you guys forgetting she just had a kid a few months ago?

ynfan11 she came to slay

harryfan14 yeah her and harry definitely broke up 🫠

ynfan16 do not…please

harryfan18 y/n has that single person glow

ynfan12 can everyone just leave her alone

harryfan15 leave mother alone!

ynfan19 SLAYED

harryfan17 is everyone just ignoring the fact that she’s the director and is probably very busy since dwd is coming out soon…most likely she’s still with harry

ynfan20 right…harry literally has a baby with her, he’s never going to break up with her 😭

harryfan22 monday is going to be HELL

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harryflorals HARRY AND Y/N AT THEIR HOTEL IN VENICE TODAY!

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ynfan25 i knew they were still together

harryfan27 YOU ALL ARE GOING TO HELL 😭

ynfan29 the way he’s grabbing her chin…don’t talk to me

harryfan26 i can’t do this

ynfan28 NAURRRR

harryfan30 alexa play fine line by harry styles

ynfan32 THEY ARE SO CUTE

harryfan34 i can’t believe i’m saying this but…yes they are 💔

ynfan31 hottest couple ever

harryfan33 harry…count your days

ynfan35 why are they giving jack and alice vibes 🤭

harryfan37 so y/n is still with harry…good for her

ynfan39 we all survived the cheating rumors

harryfan36 i didn’t even believe them…harry and y/n are the type of couple to stay together forever…

ynfan40 crying over this

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papermagazine Y/N L/N reportedly will not be attending Don’t Worry Darling’s press conference for The Venice Film Festival because a few conflicts in her schedule came up.

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harryfan43 I’M CRYING WHAT IS HAPPENING

ynfan45 y/n leaving harry to answer all the questions is so funny

harryfan47 not florence and y/n skipping the conference 🤭

ynfan49 they are so real for that

harryfan44 isn't she the director though? this is so unprofessional…

ynfan46 y/n was the one that got the movie to be premiered at the venice film festival, let her skip the press conference if she wants

harryfan48 she can do whatever she wants…i will be there to defend her

ynfan50 chris, gemma and harry: 👁👄👁

harryfan52 what are the conflicts though

ynfan54 y/n most likely does not want to answer questions

harryfan56 florence and y/n said not today

ynfan58 i mean at least she’s going to the premiere

harryfan51 her and harry were seen together just a few hours ago…😭

ynfan53 jeff is working hard i see

harryfan55 what on earth is going on in the house of commons

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harryupdates “Our son is teething very badly and YN wouldn’t leave his side, she would’ve loved to be here but she puts our family first over work. She’s such an amazing mother, I love her so much. Thankfully she left Chris in charge instead of me.” - Harry at Don’t Worry Darling’s press conference.

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ynfan61 HE’S SO IN LOVE WITH HER IT’S SICK

harryfan63 not her putting chris in charge instead of harry

ynfan65 she knows how he answers questions 😭

harryfan67 harry looked so happy when they asked about y/n

ynfan69 he’s so hot, i don’t blame y/n for having a kid with him

harryfan62 the ring on his finger got me thinking about life…💔

ynfan64 y/n is such a good mother i can’t

harryfan66 harry talking about y/n with a smile on my face makes me cry

ynfan68 don’t bring it up again please

harryfan70 someone run me over

ynfan72 now can people stop attacking y/n for not going to the conference

harryfan74 he’s just praying on my downfall

ynfan76 “our family” literally sobbing over him saying that

harryfan78 it was so cute

ynfan71 i will be thinking about this forever

harryfan73 omg their son is teething

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florencepugh Distracting a teething baby is harder than you think. I applaud my dear friend Y/N for being such an amazing mother.

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ynfan80 STOP OMG THIS IS SO ADORABLE

harryfan82 florence and y/n hanging out wanna makes me happy 😭

yourinstagram we love you ms. flo ❤️

florencepugh I love you both very much!!! it was so fun hanging out with the two of you!!

ynfan84 i love the way they skipped the press conference and hung out together

gemmachan So very cute!!!

harryfan86 y/n is wearing harry’s sunglasses…someone please kill me

harry_lambert queen of all mothers

ynfan88 i’m crying over this

harrystyles I love my two bunnies.

yourinstagram go and finish getting ready

harrystyles Whyyyy.

harryfan81 i seriously love them together 🫠

jefezoff this duo is amazing

ynfan83 y/n is so beautiful 🫡

nickkroll one director holding a future director

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yndaily Y/N ARRIVING AT THE DWD PREMIERE FOR THE 79TH VENICE INTERNATIONAL FILM FESTIVAL!

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harryfan92 MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER

ynfan94 i really didn’t think she would show up with harry

harryfan96 me either 😭

ynfan98 when they both got out of the car hand in hand i gasped

harryfan90 y/n is literally so pretty

ynfan93 the way people cheered for her the loudest…honestly i would too

harryfan95 SHE LOOKS SO HAPPY 🫠

ynfan97 y/n arrived and slayed

harryfan99 this is her moment

ynfan91 the woman behind the magic ✨

harryfan100 i love her so very much

ynfan103 dwd is my joker

harryfan105 y/n seemed so excited 🥹

ynfan107 BEST FEMALE DIRECTOR EVER

harryfan101 this is so cute

ynfan104 she’s wearing a ring…

harryfan106 harry is too 🥲

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ynharrydaily “I’m very honored to be here. I just had a baby a few months ago so events like this have felt weird to me ever since. Luckily I have my husband Harry here for comfort.” - Y/N getting interviewed by Variety for The Venice Film Festival!

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ynfan113 HELLO??? SHE LOOKS SO GOOD

harryfan115 husband…

ynfan117 i’m literally screaming 🫠

harryfan110 crying and throwing up

ynfan119 i had a feeling they got married

harryfan121 WELCOME HOME CHEATER

ynfan124 so y/n is basically mrs. styles now 😭

harryfan126 this is the cause of my downfall

ynfan128 y/n talking about harry was the sweetest thing ever

harryfan130 imagine being married to THE harry styles

ynfan132 i’m emotionally unstable

harryfan134 listening to cinema…thank you y/n

ynfan136 y/n causally revealing that she’s married to harry…

harryfan138 if i was her i would do the same thing too

ynfan131 she’s trending on twitter…queen behavior

harryfan133 screaming into my pillow

ynfan137 y/n can’t keep surprising us like this

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harry_lambert Mrs. Styles for The Venice Film Festival.

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harryfan143 lambert…count your days

ynfan140 NOT MRS. STYLES 😭

yourinstagram i love you lambyyyy, thank you for everything!

harry_lambert i love you more more darling ❤️

harryfan144 SHE ATE UP THE RED CARPET

jefezoff queen of all directors!!!

ynfan142 y/n is the literal definition of a milf

harrystyles My beautiful wife, Mrs. Styles.

yourinstagram you are the love of my life, h!

harryfan145 i’m so sick right now

alessandro_michele truly the best woman i know

ynfan147 loving the y/n content

annetwist my daughter in law is so gorgeous 🤍

harryfan148 I WOULD MARRY Y/N AND WRITE ALBUMS ABOUT HER TOO

pillowpersonpp i love her so much!!!!

ynfan150 4 + 4 =

harris_reed OH. MY. GOD.

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yourinstagram venice with my love!

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harryfan208 HARRY’S SMILE

ynfan202 the caption 😭

harrystyles One of the best days ever.

yourinstagram you are so cute!

harryfan204 banging my head against the wall

glenne_azoff you both are so adorable

ynfan209 harry looks so happy omg

harryfan211 right…and most likely it’s because of y/n 🫠

kidharpoon mr and mrs. styles, i adore you!!!

ynfan213 this relationship is so cute 🥲

florencepugh you both put a smile on my face!!! 💕

harryfan215 and what if y/n took this picture of harry…

ynfan217 she probably did…

emmalouisecorrin you two are so cute together

harryfan219 I CAN’T KEEP DOING THIS

brittany_broski thank you for this mrs. styles

ynfan212 i’m sobbing

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variety Our first look of Y/N Styles in her film, Don’t Worry Darling.

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harryfan223 on my knees

ynfan225 THIS MOVIE IS GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME

harrystyles So so so gorgeous.

yourinstagram spit on me like you spit on chris pine, harry!

harrystyles Gladly darling.

harryfan227 WHAT 😭😭

ynfan227 they know about the spitting rumors omg

gemmachan a true goddess!!!

harryfan229 MILF MILF MILF

harry_lambert screamingggg

ynfan232 she has me in a chokehold

anthonypham now i know why harry was staring at his phone for so long

harryfan235 everything i learn is against my will 💔

pillowpersonpp i. am. so. excited.

ynfan237 THE CIGARETTE? THE DRESS??? I AM NOT GOING TO BE OKAY WHEN I WATCH DWD

nickkroll 👑 👑👑

harryfan239 she definitely got that cinema

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