#i love jewlery and their pieces are just stunning

[cannikii]

Spoiled.

Ais, Vere, Kuras, Mhin, Leander x Reader

a/n: i didnt mean to post this so late omg but i got distracted so bad by crk HAHAJ sorryy!! also, requests are open

notes: ais, vere, kuras, mhin, and leander x reader (seperately), they all love to spoil you, vere is a FLIRTT, leander is basically your sugar daddy, g/n reader, not proofread SORRY!

AIS — JEWLERY

ais liked the sight of jewlery on himself. he wore earrings, rings, bracelets, anything. he wouldn’t say he loved jewlery, because honestly, he would be fine with or without it.

so he thought nothing of it when you pointed at his bracelet, asking if you could try it on. he seemed pleasantly surprised at first before he grinned, slipping it off his wrist.

“sure, sparrow. go ‘head and put it on.”

since you had just come to the town recently, you had no accessories such as jewlery at all. the bracelet on your wrist was a new look, despite the way it hung loosely due to the difference in the size of you and ais.

ais stared with curiousity, his head cocked slightly as he watched you giggle at the sight of the bracelet dangling loosely on your wrist.

“ah, it’s too big for me. here.” he barely noticed you dangling his bracelet in front of his face, and he slowly took it and placed it back on his wrist. he stared at your neck, then your arm, then your ring, making tiny notes in the back of his head.

and before you knew it, a double in your size of each and every piece of jewlery he had was in a small, pretty box that rested in your hands. he looked down at you, his grin toothy. there was a copy of his necklaces, his bracelet, his rings. all of it, just for you.

“you know, i was thinkin’ of how you looked with my bracelet on. you looked so cute, thought you’d look cute with it all, sparrow.” he grinned.

and before you could even begin to thank him, or say anything at all, his hands are reaching for the box, setting it aside. the two of you sit together in a comfortable silence as he grabs your fingers gently, slipping each ring on a certain finger so that you’ll be completely matching with him. it’s an odd sight— but its not necessarily new. ais was always gentle when it came to you. (well, as long as you wanted him to be..)

and then he slips the bracelet over your wrist- careful, yet big and rough hands against your arm. he seemed rather focused.

and then he leaned closer near your neck, his hair tickling your cheek as he clipped the necklaces around your neck. he leaned back, looking satisfied as he grinned.

“oh…” he hummed lowly, head turning to the side slightly as he looked at you, taking you all in. “hm… you almost wear them better than me, sparrow.” he teases, laughing slightly.

and from then on out, don’t be surprised when he randomly comes up to you with a new box full of jewlery, and makes you sit with him as he puts them on from you.

and hey! maybe he’ll even offer to do some piercings for you. he thinks you’d look stunning with some, and he’d be more than happy to do them himself.

VERE — CLOTHES

vere was obsessed with himself- everyone knew that! he was cocky, flirtatious, and more. he kept himself well groomed, had beautiful fashion, and had a face that was very, very hard to resist.

but when you came into his life, he had something new and beautiful to obsess over.

you were well kept (in his eyes, at least) and your face had him practically in a trance, sometimes fumbling with his teasing phrases when he would attempt to speak with you.

and he’d admire you deeply, his eyes tracing every- and i mean every single feature of you. and with that, he’d be able to imagine you just perfectly wearing clothes that he thought you would look just like a model in.

“(name),” he purred, approaching you with a sly smile, “i got something for you. please, go and put it on for me.” a bag is quickly placed in your hands, and he quickly directs you to a private area in which you can change.

and when you open the bag, your eyes are wide open, your jaw dropping. it is a gorgeous, expensive looking red dress/suit. (imagine any red dress/suit that looks cute to you!! ^^) and when you put it on, it happens to fit you quite perfectly, leaving you to question how vere knew which exact size to get.

your hands are folded and placed in front of you in a shy manner as you walk out, approaching vere. before you can even ask anything- for example, the price- he’s talking.

“oh, (name)… you look so…” he’s in a dream-like stare as his hand rests on his cheek, staring at you very intently with a grin. “why don’t you do a little spin for me, please? i want to see how it fits all of you.”

you sheepishly oblige, spinning in your new outfit that hugs you so perfectly. vere watches intently, taking the sight in with a sigh.

the sigh makes you perk up worriedly. did he think it looked bad on you? did he-

“(name),” he brings you out of your worried state, his voice like honey in your ears. “god, i could just eat you whole, you know? this looks so good on you, you don’t even know.” he grins as he makes his way to you, his hands finding his way to your hips.

and when he’s closer, you notice the color of your outfit and his hair is about the same exact thing. of course he would make it the same… his own little way of showing you off as his.

in little time, your wardrobe is piled full with clothes, and you probably bought maybe a tenth of them at most. some of the clothes are- well, were vere’s clothes that he had deemed looked better on you.

KURAS — CARE

“kuras—! it’s barely a cold, i have the smallest fever!”

he simply hums in reply, acknowledging yet completely ignoring your protests at the same time. his back is turned to you as he prepares a medicinal tea.

“kuras.” you huff, and he barely turns his head over his shoulder to face you, and you now see that he wears that awful teasing grin of his. “you know you have patients lined up outside that need your help more than i do!”

“and they can wait patiently. i have more important matters to take care of, such as nursing you back to health, dear.” he’s sweet and gentle when he talks, despite his teasing expression.

“it’s just barely a cold…” you grumble as he places the medicinal tea in your hands.

“sure, but we don’t want it to get any worse, do we now? i want you to return to well health soon. i hate seeing you ill.” he hums, hands that are surprisingly soft reaching to hold the side of your face, thumb brushing over your features.

you can protest no longer, practically melting into his touch with a deep sigh.

with kuras there, expect to never need to care for yourself, yourself!

despite his busy job, he always seems to magically make time for you. he’ll nurse you back to health if you’re sick, he will comfort you if you’re not feeling your best, he’ll cook for you… well, he’ll TRY to cook for you. and if (when) that doesn’t work, he’ll always find some delicious food at a vendor to pick up for you.

“kuras, i know you’re busy. you should probably head on to work..”

“my love. you didn’t seem like yourself today, i’d like to be with you for the day. i cannot stand seeing you feel even the slightest bit bad, you know?”

before you can protest, he continues: “i’ll stay with you because i love you and care for you dearly, (name). i’m sure the patients can wait.”

his hand finds yours, giving it a comforting squeeze. you sigh, inevitably giving in to him.

sometimes, if he were to be with you at your home, he would randomly begin to tidy up for you. he doesn’t mind it— if its for you, he would never mind it. hell, he’d do about anything as long as it would make you happy.

and in the quiet moments together when you can sit peacefully, just holding each other, it’s important for him to make sure you understand just how much he cares for you.

“id do anything for you, my dear, if you had asked. i love you.”

MHIN — PROTECTING YOU

“mhin! come on, have a drink, why don’t you?” leander grinned largely at mhin, but they were completely distracted.

their eyes had followed you as you bid your farewell and exited the wet wick, pushing out the door, seeming careless as ever. it made them tense, and they barely registered leander’s words as they stood up from their chair.

“…no. i have things to do.”

leander sighed, smiling as he shook his head. “you know… if you never let (name) outta your sight, and always protect them, how are they gonna learn to protect themself when you arent there to protect them?” he asked, cocking his head as he watch mhin.

mhin had become tense at the question, staring at leander with a glare as they scoffed. they had a lot to stay, but the only thing they were able to muster up was a “what i do doesnt concern you.” as they quickly walked out of the wet wick and went to follow you.

now, it could go two ways. mhin could straight up catch up to you, often claiming that they simply had business with you or that you guys had happened to cross paths.

that, or mhin would watch you quietly, leaving you undisturbed from their prescence (even if that would never be a disturbance for you), and from anything that would cause you any sort of harm.

if mhin let danger even come a foot within you, they would never forgive themself, even if you survived such a danger. if something like a soulless ever even touched you, they would truly never recover.

leander’s words play in their head sometimes- that if they keep protecting you like this that you will never learn to protect yourself when they aren’t there.

mhin grumbles at the thought, rolling their eyes. it’s a simple concept to them: they’ll never let you out of their sight, and they’ll never let harm come your way.

anything that dared to touch you would surely regret it.

so when a soulless jumped at you, snarling and hungry for blood, mhin was on top of it in a mere second. you were almost just barely cut by the creature, and you stumbled back, falling on your rear.

mhin could barely control their movements. after they finished off the soulless, they rushed to you, pulling you up to your feet.

before you could even muster up a “thank you” they wrapped their arms around you— one around your back, one around the back of your head.

they realized their actions just a second too late, but when they felt your shaking, fearful hands wrap around them, their grip only grew tighter.

“it’s… it’s okay, (name). i’m here. i always am. don’t be scared.”

LEANDER — MONEY

“it’s on me!”

“leander, i got it—“

“no, ma’am. i insist.”

and he’d shoot you that same shit-eating yet charming grin that made you sigh, silencing your protests. if you wanted to buy anything at all and leander was within a distance, forget about even thinking about your wallet. this man will let you buy nothing with your own money.

matter of fact, if you show the slightest interest in something, you’ll suddenly find it fully paid for and in your hands.

the amount of things you have that aren’t even bought with your own money is starting to get concerning.

when you’re sitting at the counter of his bar and you ask to start a tab for yourself, he just smiles at you, laughing in such a way that brings a heat up to your face.

“oh, sweetheart… why you even ask for a tab still is beyond me.” he would smile as he slides your drink across the table. the pet name he uses throws you off just enough to have you not deny him paying for your drink.

“leander,” you start with a sigh, “you cant just buy me everything i want, y’know..”

he cocks his head in seemingly honest confusion before he grins. “oh? but i can, (name). money isn’t something i want you to be worrying about. or spending on anything.. as long as im around, that is.”

when he sees that you have something new that he didn’t buy, he’ll even get pouty. he loves to see you with things that he bought that are now all yours.

“(name)… how’d you get this?”

“i bought it myself.”

he’d groan like a child, resting his chin on your shoulder as he talked, arms wrapped around the front of you. “(name), please. my money and i are right here always, you don’t need to be spending so much money.”

“but, it was onl-“

he shushed you, shaking his head. “i dont care if it was one cent or a thousand dollars, sweetheart. why don’t i just give you a little weekly allowance of spending money, hm? it’ll make me happy.” he smiles innocently, yet you raise an eyebrow.

“leander, i’m not your sugar baby.”

“you’re not?” the childish, teasing fake sadness in his eyes make you laugh, shaking your head.

“no, i’m not. i’m your girlfriend.”

“oh…” he trails off, grinning. “girlfriend, sugar baby… same thing, you know..?” his voice is teasing and so is his grin, yet he still looks so damn handsome.

this man will never not be spending money on you.

#touchstarved #mhin #leander #kuras #ais #vere #vere x reader #mhin x reader #leander x reader #kuras x reader #ais x reader #mhin touchstarved #touchstarved mhin #ais touchstarved #touchstarved ais #touchstarved x reader #touchstarved vere #vere touchstarved #kuras touchstarved #touchstarved kuras #leander touchstarved #touchstarved leander

[sukunasdirtylaugh]

part one part two part three part four

a few days later, lord toji arrives with a set of gifts like he occasionally does. he tends to bring ameera brushes and papers for her paintings, ingredients and herbs for mildred, and today he brought you a stunning pair of earrings.

"one of the townspeople gifted me this," he tells you, attempting to lessen the significance of this gift, thought it was partially a lie. he had saved the son of a baker and artisan from drowning one day. grateful for their child's wellbeing, they offered him anything in his shop, to which he humbly selected a pair of white gold earrings, encrusted with pearls, giving the illusion of the owner wearing flowers, handing from their 'white gold' leaves.

"you had to have done something," you find yourself whispering, crouching down in awe as you inspect the beautiful piece of jewlery in your hands. no one would have every spoken to him like this, but the chuckle emitting from his chest

"is it so hard to believe a young, handsome man like me would get gifts?" your eyes flicker to the hint of a smile spreading upon his features before you look down to the set of earrings and shrug. "don't know," you admit. who could have given him this? you think. surely a woman, right? gods were fairly popular with women so surely this was an everyday occurrence, or could it have been an old man from a shop...?

"you look like you don't like it."

"what?!" you flush, jump at his words as you're flushed and furiously shaking your head, "no, I love it! it's just..."

"you're wondering how I got such gift."

you nod, feeling your shoulders drop. he sighs, not exactly upset, but preferring to not have said anything.

"sometimes," he starts, "humans are appreciative of our good deeds they deem..."

"-you don't have to tell me," you feel slightly bad for this, "I... I'm grateful for this gift. even after everything you've done for me..."

"it's only a fraction after you've mend' my wounds."

"it's the least I could do." you reply back, a certain soften spoken assertivness he seems to admire and follow like a moth to a light.

"well, it seems like I still have a lot to return." he says, heart pounding before he and you part ways.

#god what is thisssss #ughhhh #hate love this #goodbye so many parts in one sitting/????? #hello??? #where did this toji energy come here #come from #toji #fushiguro toji #jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen #toji x reader #toji x you #toji zenin #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji fushiguro #jjk toji #fushiguro #jujutsu toji

[gojocumdumpster]

The Girl in the White Dress.

Warnings: None for now??

Idk I just thought of this.

Type of story: sfw

Female reader

Desc: Every year only once, there was held a Ball only to people who got invited. But who would give you this invite? Your not royal..?

You examined the invitation, looking closely at every single word they said. "Congratulations you've been invited to The Grand Masquerade Ball. You may be curious on how you got this letter but don't fret! The theme is White, Elegant and fancy. We would appreciate it if you followed the Theme/dress code. Please take note that YOU have been invited and we would love if you took this seriously and look your best. Doors open at 8PM and start's at 8:20PM. We Hope to see you soon Y/n L/n." Your eyebrows clenched in confusion wondering how and why you got this? They even know your address. You think to yourself about how this could be a set up...

"Weird...let's just search this up to see if this is even real"

*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click*

Before you could even type in the half of the word there was a website that popped up in the recommended searches saying "TheMasqueradeBall.com" "Now what the fuck." Clicking on the link there's pictures of this Fancy ball with just descriptions and other dumb stuff. But the thing is, the letter wasn't the only thing that was given to you. There was this White dress, heels, mask and Jewlery. And a card saying, "Presented with anonymous appreciation and affection." Who could it be? This better be clean and not already used. Are these heels even in my size-?" And they were.

"Okay... this is getting weird." making a weird face. You grab your phone checking what time it was. "Oh fuck- it's 6:30. What Have I been doing? Sitting my ass down looking at this letter??" you grab the box and storm off to your bedroom tossing the box on your bed. Taking the dress out of the box and that dress was gorgeous. It fit into the dress code, and it stood out so much.

A white elegant dress opulently adorned with sparkling diamonds, creating a dazzling and resplendent display of luxury and glamour. It was Beautiful. The mask glistens with intricate sparkles adorned with delicate feathers that gracefully fan out. The elegant heels are a perfect match for the opulent dress and gala mask. With a slender stiletto heel and a graceful white satin finish, they exude sophistication and style. Adorned with shimmering rhinestones and intricate beadwork, Completing the ensemble is a stunning array of jewelry, each piece carefully selected to enhance the opulence of the outfit.

A dazzling diamond necklace drapes gracefully around the neck, its sparkling brilliance echoing the twinkling of the dress and mask. Delicate diamond earrings hang from the ears, catching the light with every movement, adding a touch of glamour and sophistication. A shimmering diamond bracelet adorns the wrist, completing the look of luxurious elegance.

It was perfect.

Quickly you put everything on including hair and makeup. "This person got me looking sexy as hell." You take some pictures before heading out. The place was far it looked kind of sketchy at first but the more you got closer it was huge. Freshly cut round bushes and a roundabout filled with Limousine's and fancy cars. There was a lot of traffic, cars filled behind you quickly, honks hear there but luckily you made it but that parking lot was HUGE. 4 parking garages with 5 levels and it was a fancy once. It was filled but if you looked carefully you would find a parking spot.

As you were looking for a parking spot you see girls in there fancy dress and men in there suits. You parked your car and did some quick touches before hopping out, "I look like I'm getting married.." you mutter. You picked your dress up walking carefully to the elevator waiting for your turn. "This mask is so sweaty." Luckily you were the only on the elevator, the dress is to big to fit anyone else in here.

*Ding*

The elevators open and you see people walking to the entrance of the Gala, as you walked out people were turning there heads, complimenting the dress as you said your dress stood out a lot. But there this one specific stare that kept bothering you but you couldn't find out who it was. But you shrugged your shoulders walking off to the steps. You took your time going up each step, there was a man with a suit greeting everyone at the door. And you walk inside as you glide across the ballroom floor, all eyes turn to you, captivated by your beauty and grace. You are the epitome of sophistication, a vision of luxury and glamour.

Tonight, you aren't just attending the gala YOU are the belle of the ball, a radiant presence that leaves an indelible impression on all who are fortunate enough to witness your splendor. Your gown, a vision of opulence, is a long, white masterpiece adorned with sparkling diamonds and intricate beadwork. The dress hugs your figure in all the right places, its luxurious fabric flowing elegantly with every step. You made it on time! It's beautiful the gala has a dazzling display of luxury and extravagance. Crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a warm golden glow across the room with tables draped in white lined scattered throughout the room! Your table was number 45. Dinner was at 9. A regular dance was going on in a couple of minutes.

But that stare was still there. You chat with people as they gave you nice feedback of your dress and overall just chatting with you. The Regular dance was going on right now but you had no one to dance with. You walked to the bar and order yourself a water. You were on your phone until you felt a tap on your shoulder. "The dress I sent you looks amazing on you."

#baki x reader #baki headcanons #baki the grappler x reader #baki hanma #pickle baki #baki son of ogre #baki dou #jack hanma

[erensangel444]

pretty young thing

DO NOT INTERACT IF NOT 16+ thank you <3

miya atsumu x reader x milf!oc

possible part 2???

the way i want this fic to be my reality. is there any milfs or dilfs that want me because bae i’m right here :-)

this fic is atsumu + milf!oc x fem!reader, if you guys would want to see some gender neutral fics just let me know in my asks inbox! i’m open to any suggestions, if you want a fic that’s specifically tailored to you whether that be race-wise, gender-wise, any disabilities, etc,. just let me know!

likes/reblogs/comments are always appreciated:D

this fic has been proofread but if i missed something just let me know!

a/n: so for the milf original character(atsumu’s wife), i imagine her to be the mom from erased, because she is one fine mf. i would love to place my head in between her mommy milkers and [REDACTED]....horniness is a disease.

warnings: language(most of my fics do contain language), smut: cuckolding??, sharing of lingerie(but no gross mentions), kissing, mentions of sex, slight mentions of spit.

word count: 3.8k

summary: it’s always fun to be someone’s little plaything.

you were broke, and in desperate need of money. college tuition is no joke, and that was what motivated you to pull the paper strip from the poster on the lampost. you had always been told you were good with kids so you figured babysitting would be an easy way to get money. you slipped the piece of paper containing the phone number into your back pocket, throwing your hands into your coat pockets as you headed home. 

you had paced back and forth in your cramped kitchen, the slip of paper in between your fingers. before you could overthink anymore, your phone was in your hand as you dialed the number on the slip of paper. 

“hello?” a deep voice interrupted the ringing you heard on the other line. “um h-hi” you cringed at your slight voice crack, “i’m calling about the babysitting offer, i picked up one of the slips outside of a cafe,”. it was silent for a moment before the person on the other line spoke, “oh yeah the fliers, babe!” he yelled, causing you to pull the phone away from your ear slightly.

“got someone for the babysitting job,” “really!” you could hear soft cheer in the background, causing you to smile slightly. you could hear shuffling for a moment before someone began talking on the opposite end of the line, a woman this time. “hi! i’m his wife,” her voice was sweet and soft, “did you tell her our names?”. though you couldn’t see it, atsumu shook his head sheepishly behind the phone. 

“of course you didn’t, gotta come behind you and do all the hard work,” she grumbled jokingly, causing you to laugh softly. you swore you could hear a murmur of “last i checked you don’t mind being behind me sometimes,” a slight whine of “tsumu!” following in a chastising tone. 

“sorry about that,” she apologized before continuing. “you can call me mrs. miya, if the interview goes well then we’ll be getting very close!” “i’m y/n,” you offered up your name, bouncing back and forth on the heel of your foot due to how nervous you were. “would you like to come by sometime tomorrow? i’ll send you all the details,” mrs. miya offered. 

“that’d be great, thank you.”

their home was beautiful, arguably one of the of the prettiest one’s you’d seen. the stucco was a cream color, a beautiful walkway leading up to a set of dark oak doors. there were wall length glass windows looking into various rooms on the first floor of the house, green curtains slightly impairing the view into the home.

you stepped up the stairs of the walkway, ringing the doorbell. you opened the door to be met by a breathtaking man, but you internally shook your head at the thought. 

he was happily married. 

“hi, y/n?” he smiled. you nodded with a smile of your own, mr. miya opened the door further, motioning for you to come inside. you bowed your head slightly in thanks, stepping inside, mr. miya shutting the door behind you. you stood off to the side, the papers mrs. miya had told you to bring clutched tightly in your hands.

“follow me to the kitchen,” mr. miya smiled at you, to which you nodded in response, a soft smile on your face. their kitchen was beautiful, a dark oak wood floor accompanied by white walls. the cabinets were an olive green color, a few plants neatly hung from the ceiling. 

your train of thought was broken as a cheer of your name sounded from across the room, “y/n!”. you turned at the sound, mrs. miya standing up from her chair at the kitchen table. you walked over, mr. miya behind you, smiling at his wife. “nice to meet you,” you smiled. mrs. miya offered her hand, to which you obliged, shaking her hand.

“oh who am i kidding, i’m a hugger,” she pulled you in for a hug. “is this alright?” she whispered into your ear, her hand rubbing at the small of your back. the best you could do was hum out an affirmation, hoping the large gulp you had taken wasn’t noticeable. 

you pulled away, your cheeks feeling hot. mr. miya laughed softly from beside you, walking over to his wife, his arm falling to wrap around her waist as he spoke, “now what did we say about hugging strangers?”. mrs. miya just smiled in response, “i have a feeling she won’t be a stranger for too long, dear,”. 

they shared intimate eye contact for a moment, causing you to look down at your shoes. “y/n, sit, please,” mrs. miya offered. mr. miya rushed over to your side, pulling out a chair for you. you ushered out a soft thanks, sitting down. “so, we’ll get started with some simple questions, no pressure” mrs. miya started. you nodded in response, shuffling slightly in your chair. 

“any previous experience babysitting?”

the questions had lasted for about 40 minutes, the couple asking about your age, school experience, previous job occupancies, what you thought your wage should look like. the questionnaire had lasted barely an hour, but you had been at their home for three. 

you had spent two hours conversing with the couple, learning about their life, and them learning about yours. mrs. miya had told you the story of how she had met atsumu, the details causing you to laugh. “he fell in the fountain trying to serenade me,” she laughed. “hey, you promised not to tell anyone that part!” mr. miya whined jokingly, playfully elbowing his wife.

you smiled at the couple, enamored by how in love they were. “what about you?” mr. miya asked, causing you to tilt your head and hum in a questioning tone. “are you in a relationship?” he clarified. the question caused your cheeks to heat up, but you answered nonetheless, “no, i’m not dating anyone right now,” your voice had gotten quieter, “i just ended a relationship about 6 months ago, so i’ve been weary about getting back out there,”. 

you stopped there, worried you were boring the couple with the details of your love life, but when you looked up from fiddling with your hands, the pair of them showed that they were listening to you intently. “love’s hard,” mrs. miya said simply, reassuring you. you nodded in agreement before atsumu spoke up, “don’t stress about throwing yourself back into the dating field, you’ll know when your ready,” he bounced off of his wive’s words.

“hell,” mrs. miya spoke, the word sounding foreign coming from her lips, “maybe you’ll find someone when you’re not even looking for them,”

you’d had left their house that day with butterflies in your stomach, but you couldn’t figure out why. you had been over to babysit a couple times, and every time you arrived at their home, those butterflies reappeared. the butterflies magnified when atsumu caught you looking at him or his wife, or when their hands would brush against your body trying to get past you in the kitchen.

this was your fifth time babysitting, the miya’s home and the couple themselves becoming more familiar.

you rang the doorbell, playing with the rings on your fingers. hearing the doorknob turn, you looked up to be met by mrs. miya’s smiling face. “hi y/n!” she grinned, holding the door open for you to come inside. you smiled back, letting out a soft hello in response to her greeting.

you stepped inside their home, the feeling more familiar yet so strange at the same time. she led you to the kitchen as you walked behind her. they had explained that they were going to a work gala for mr. miya’s job. on your interview day, they had explained their professions, mr. miya being a professional volleyball player, and mrs. miya being a psychiatrist. 

you had known they were going to a work gala, meaning you knew they would be dressed to the tee. if you knew this, then why were your eyes raking over mrs. miya’s figure in the way they were? her hair was pinned up, gold earrings being flaunted. from what you had seen at the door, she had on red lipstick, matching the insatiable red of her dress. 

speaking of her dress, it hugged her figure so well. her hips were accentuated in the fabric, which fell down the entire length of her body. she had on gold heels to match her jewlery, her look being perfected. 

before you could admire her any longer, you stopped suddenly, mrs. miya slowing in front of you. atsumu was leaning on the wall near the entrance of the kitchen, smirking at you. “she looks stunning, huh?” his voice having an all too-knowing tone to it. 

you couldn’t help but blush, shame rushing through you. you had been caught ogling his wife, you couldn’t help but be embarrassed. “no need to get shy,” atsumu said softly, walking over to his wife who had now turned back to look at you. 

you had expected her face to exemplify an expression of disgust, and yet, that sweet, saccharine smile was still on her lips. “y-you look you beautiful mrs. miya,” you said shyly, “you too, sir,”. atsumu was donned in a tux, his hair gelled slightly and brushed back to either side. “thank you, y/n,” mrs. miya offered her appreciation for your kind words. 

atsumu was still staring at you, something unreadable behind his eyes. “you’re scaring the poor girl tsum’ say thank you,” mrs. miya chastised her husband. “thank you, y/n,” atsumu drawled. you couldn’t help but notice the way your name fell off his tongue, captivated by the way he could make it sound so desirable. 

“money’s on the table,” mrs. miya spoke, “haru’s on the couch watching adventure time,” mrs. miya chuckled, causing you to smile. “we’ll be back around 11,” atsumu said, grabbing his wife’s hand. mrs. miya said her goodbyes, her husband doing the same. 

you watched as mrs. miya placed a kiss on her child’s head, atsumu smiling down at his son. it was a heartwarming scene. “be sure to lock up,” atsumu said as he and his wife headed towards the door.

 he looked over his shoulder at you, smirking, before speaking once more, “thanks again for the compliments, y/n,”.

you had sat down next to haru and watched adventure time for a good hour. eventually, you had gotten up to make him mac and cheese. he was a sweet kid, his parents raising him with wonderful manners. you ran a bath for him after dinner, the boy begging to bring his toys in with him.

you obliged, adding bubbles to the bath and one too many teenage mutant ninja turtles. once he had dried off from his bath, he got dressed for bed, brushing his teeth. he said his goodnight, and made you promise that you would tell his parents that he said goodnight to them too. you smiled down at the boy, holding out your pinky. 

you switched off his lamp, “door closed or open?” you asked, “closed please,” he said softly. “alright, get some sleep,” you smiled at him, shutting his door. you had walked downstairs, sitting down on the living room couch. you mindlessly scrolled through your phone for a bit, double-tapping photos. you saw headlights flash through the window, the couple arriving home. 

you figured you’d wait for the doorbell to ring before unlocking the door, in order to show atsumu that you had locked up as he had said to. you sat for a minute more, confused on why the couple wasn’t already at the door. you figured they may have been sitting in the car talking, your attention falling back down to your phone.

30 minutes, and long one’s at that, had passed. you didn’t want to invade on their privacy, but you were tired and ready to go home. you peeked out the window, and the car was in the driveway. 

the windows were fogged, and the car seemed to have a slight shake to it. a hand slapped against the backseat window, and as your mind put 2 + 2 together, you quickly averted your eyes from the scene.

you couldn’t help the arousal that began to form in your lower area. you could feel your cheeks heat up as you sat back down on the couch, crossing your legs and rubbing your thighs together.

two minutes later, the doorbell rang. you rushed to the front door, taking a deep breath before unlocking the door. sex was written all over the both of them, atsumu’s gelled back hair now slightly falling over his forehead, his cheeks flushed a light pink. mrs. miya was in a similar state, her cheeks tinged a darker shade of pink then atsumu’s.

“sorry we’re so late,” atsumu smiled, his hand falling to the small of his wife’s back. he led her inside, walking to the kitchen and you followed. “how was haru?” mrs. miya asked, a slight breathlessness to her tone. “oh, um he was really great, he’s really well behaved,” you answered.

mrs. miya smiled at that, throwing her clutch down on to the table before sitting down. “water, hon?” atsumu asked from across the kitchen, mrs. miya nodding before letting her face fall into her hands. 

atsumu set a glass of water down in front of his wife, the woman muttering out a soft thank you. he opened the liquor cabinet, grabbing the bottle of bourbon and a crystallized cup. “bourbon, tsum?” mrs. miya scolded slightly, atsumu just shrugging in response. 

“i n-need to get this dress off,” mrs. miya said, seemingly growing slightly more unsettled. “atsumu’s drunk as a fish,” mrs. miya groaned, flailing her hands in the direction of her husband, “bet he wouldn’t even be able to find the zipper,”. 

she turned towards you, her voice softening, “would you mind coming up and unzipping me? sorry to keep you longer, i just need to get this dress off,” she huffed out a sigh. “of course, i don’t mind,” you said politely, following mrs. miya out of the kitchen. 

you turned back to see atsumu leaning against the counter, tipping his glass of bourbon towards you with a wolfish grin. 

mrs. miya took off her other earring, setting the gold piece down in her jewelry box. their bedroom was close to how you had expected, elegant but comfortable and homey. “sorry it was such a long night,” mrs. miya said, her back still turned towards you as she fiddled with the clasp of her necklace.

“it’s alright, i really don’t mind,” you watch the clasp of the necklace open and close a few more times before you offered, “did you want help?”. “yes,” mrs. miya sighed, “that’d be great, thank you,” she turned back to smile at you.

she had unpinned her hair, most likely in the car, brown locks falling over shoulder. her hand grabbed her hair, brushing it over her left shoulder. your finger pulled down on the little gold clasp, separating the link of the necklace.

you lifted it over mrs. miya’s head before setting it down beside the jewelry box. “thank you,” she smiled, “o-of course,” you replied meekly. “would you mind getting my dress now,” mrs. miya asked. “oh um, yes,” you cringed at your awkwardness, your hands falling to the neckline of her dress.

you grasped the zipper between your pointer finger and thumb, pulling down. you had to tug a little harder as you got further down the dress, but eventually the item of clothing pooled at mrs. miya’s feet. you forced yourself to look somewhere else, eyeing the photo of mrs. miya and her husband at the beach.

“can i ask you something?” she paused for a moment, “just between us girls,”. you hummed out an ‘mhm’, looking down at the ground now. “do you think atsumu will like this lingerie? i was on the fence about it when i bought it,”. at her words, you couldn’t help but let your eyes rake up her figure.

the lingerie was blush pink, and lace, acting as a subtle parallel to mrs. miya’s skin. you became more and more aware of how hot the room was becoming, had it always been this hot? you looked up, mrs. miya facing you now, her eyebrows raised in question. “so?” she asked plainly, that sweet smile still on her lips.

“i-it’s lovely, mr. miya will love it,” you stuttered, forcing your eyes away from her body. mrs. miya walked over to the full length mirror on the other side of the room, her hands brushing over her body. “i don’t know, i think i feel weird cause i’ve only seen it on me,” she hesitated before her smile grew and she clapped her hands together. 

“you have to try it on, i think i need to see it from another perspective,” her eyes were glinting in delight. “oh n-no, i couldn’t,” “please, i’d really appreciate it,”. you bit on your bottom lip before simply nodding. mrs. miya’s hands raised to the bra clasp but you stopped her before she could remove the bralette from her body, “i-i’ll! i’ll try it on the bathroom,” you quieted down towards the end of your sentence, your cheeks flushed with heat.

“oh okay,” she said, “walk right through the door, i’ll pass it through in just a second,”. you opened the barn door that led to the master bathroom, closing it behind you. you took a deep breath, rationalizing what was going on at the moment. a knock broke you from your rushing thoughts, “here you go,” mrs. miya’s soft voice sounded through the wood of the door.

you opened it, a green robe covering her body now, “i-i’ll put it on, and be-” your voice cracked slightly, “be out in just a second,”. mrs. miya nodded in understanding, smiling before you shut the barn door.

you unbuckled your jeans, folding them neatly before setting them on the countertop of the sink. you pulled your shirt over your head, folding it and placing it on top of your pants. you were embarrassed with the panties you had chosen to wear today, zebra stripes and hot pink hearts covering the fabric. you pulled your panties off, putting them under your jeans and out of sight. 

your bra came off next, and you flung it atop your clothes. you huffed out a deep breath, pulling the white lace panties onto your body. you couldn’t help but think that mrs. miya had just worn these, the thought sending shivers down your spine. you put the bralette on next, slipping it over your arms before clasping it in the middle.

you looked over your appearance in the mirror, shaking away any insecurities. you walked over to the barn door, pulling it open little by little. you could see mrs. miya’s head turn expectantly and once the door no longer covered your body, her eyes lit up. “wow,” she sighed, and you couldn’t help but want to curl in on yourself.

your embarrassment must of been visible, mrs. miya quickly reassuring you, “you look fucking amazing,”. the curse word sounded so foreign falling from her lips, yet you reveled in the harshness of the word coming from her lips. “t-thank you,” you said quietly. 

mrs. miya’s voice was cut off by the sound of the bedroom door opening. you quickly realized what that meant, but before you could even react atsumu’s eyes were locked on your face and falling down your figure. “got started without me, huh?”.

you felt like crying, embarrassed that mr. miya was seeing you like this. “atsumu!” his wife chastised. a single tear fell down your cheek, your throat burning and yet there was that hint of something you felt deep inside of you.

“i-i’m sorry y/n, we should’ve been more upfront with you,” mrs. miya said walking over to you, her hand brushing away the tear that had fallen down your cheek. more...upfront? what did she mean? 

atsumu could sense your confusion, that slight smirk still lingering in his expression, “what my wife is trying to say is that,” atsumu started, walking closer to you, “we think you deserve a reward, been so good tonight, waited here for so long too,”. mrs. miya’s hand that was on your cheek was now rubbing your shoulder. 

your hair had been tied up since earlier, and atsumu’s mouth latched onto the exposed skin of your neck, sucking on the skin. he pulled back slightly, admiring the reddish-purple mark blossoming on your body. he plunged in once more, leaving lingering kisses along your neck, your cheek, your jawline. mrs. miya was kissing your shoulder, her hands gripping your hips.

“atsumu stop for a moment,” atsumu grumbled, but pulled away nonetheless. mrs. miya grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at her, “is this alright? if you want to stop we can, we’ll forget it ever happened,”. your bottom lip was pulled between your teeth, your entire body feeling as though it was on fire.

“but if you want this, we need to hear it,” mrs. miya finished, her eyes glazing over your expression intently, searching for any hesitation. “w-want this,” you said quietly “want you both, please,” you whimpered. you heard atsumu chuckle lowly from behind you before your line of vision was shifting from mrs. miya to her husband.

“so fuckin’ pretty,” he said, his voice gravely. “we’ve been wantin’ to do this since the first fuckin’ day,”. next thing you knew atsumu’s lips were on yours, the distinct taste of bourbon flooding your senses. atsumu pulled away, a line of spit connecting your lips, before he moved back to your neck, sucking another hickey into your skin.

“so greedy tsumu’,” mrs. miya said, turning you to her once more before her lips locked with yours. her lips tasted sweet, her tongue slotting over yours and easily winning dominance. she pulled away flashing that sweet smile at you once more. they were going to be the death of you. mrs miya walked you back towards the bed, pushing you down onto the soft mattress.

“gonna be good for us, right?” she mumbled into the skin of your stomach, kissing down the length of your body. “look at her babe, she’s already fucking drooling,” you heard atsumu speak from above you, his body towering over yours.

mrs. miya pulled away from your skin for a moment, looking up at your desperate expression. “look so pretty,” she sighed, her hands playing with the waistband of the white lace panties. “gonna look so pretty when your full of tsumu’s cock too, huh?”. you whined at the thought, your hips thrusting up into nothing

“told ya we wouldn’t be strangers, tsumu,”

OKAY I KNOW KINDA A CLIFFHANGER ON THE SMUT I DONT MEAN TO EDGE YALL LIKE THAT :{  but i really wanted to get this out. maybe i’ll do a part 2 depending on how this part of the fic does??? thank you for reading love you<3

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[buttery-emotes]

your carrd says you like shiny things, what are your favorite crystals/rocks OwO

IM SO HAPPY YOU ASKED OMG :))

Im gonna rant so uhm, click more if u care to hear me ramble about rocks jabkxndknd

I absolutely adore citrine!! oranges are my favorite scent, flavor and fruit and citrine fills that orange shaped hole in my heart!! its so pretty I just QwQ

an then we have the lovely amythest! purple is such an abnormal color in nature and I find it so alluring. Especially to see it outside of flowers? I CAN'T-

an then the lovely opalite,, need I say more tbh? that shift in hue is stunning, its such a perfect stone and I cannot hype it enough. get yourself some opalite.

now my final favorite is purely sentimental, Jade :)

(TW: car crash, brain injury, parental discourse)

I was given a Jade necklace when I was 9 years old by my step mother right before her car accident, that was the marker of the last stable part of our relationship that I can remember. she hasn't been the same since and we fight often, but whenever I see that necklace I remember that she wasn't always like this and it makes things hurt a little less. gives me hope that maybe we can be that close again someday :) its a simple little tumbled piece of Jade carved to the shape of a heart and its my favorite piece of jewlery I own :))

sorry the end got a little dark there hdkdbjdx, I appreciate the question a lot and Id love to hear some of your guy's favorite jems/stones in the comments, or in asks! <3 /gen

[imogeneu]

                  💖     task  03  -  fresh  off  the  runway  .

                                          pinterest  board  here

› 01. what’s your muse’s favorite piece of clothing in their wardrobe?

she’s  really  proud  of  her  shoe  and  bag  collections.  she  has  a  classy  cream  colored  chanel  purse  that  she  breaks  out  when  she  wants  to  look  cool  and  adult  and  professional  that  she  adores.  she  wears  her  gucci  princetown  mules  to  death.  but  as  for  fun  pieces  ?  she  has  a  limited  edition  dior  baguette  bag  that’s  her  pride  and  joy.  but  honestly,  clothingwise,  she  can’t  really  pick.  a  pair  of  diamond  studs  that  her  father  bought  her  for  her  sixteenth  birthday  are  also  a  regular  staple  in  her  wardrobe.  

› 02. what are your muse’s favorite colors to wear?

she  wears  a  wide  range  of  colors,  but  mostly  those  that  are  either  flirty  and  girly  with  some  neutrals  thrown  in  to  boot.  i  think  she’d  wear  any  color  as  long  as  she  liked  the  look  of  a  piece,  but  i  don’t  think  she  wears  oranges  or  browns  particularly often. 

› 03. do they prefer summer clothing or winter clothing?

oh  she’s  a  spring  and  summer  girl  for  sure.  she  loves  the  time  of  year  where  she  can  live  in  a  flirty  little  dress  or  a  crop  top  and  skirt.  

› 04. how has their wardrobe evolved over the years?

i  think  her  style  has  really  just  evolved  with  the  times,  to  be  honest.  but  also,  her  wardrobe  has  also  gotten  more  professional  over  the  years,  because  of  the  line  of  work  she  wants  to  go  into.  it’s  not  that  she  dresses  in  a  suit  on  the  daily,  but  those  were  pieces  she  would’ve  never  had  in  her  wardrobe  prior  to  studying  law. 

› 05. do they have any style icons or anything else they’re inspired by?

herself.  but  uh,  honestly  i  think  she’s  definitely  a  girl  who  scrolls  insta  and  notes  what  other  people  are  wearing,  but  she’s  very  much  a  trendsetter  herself.  lest  we  not  forget  her  celebrity  by  proxy  status.  she’s  probably  a  lot  of  people’s  style  icon.

› 06. do they like to accessorize? if so, what do they usually wear?

accesorizing  is  important  to  her  !  imogen  believes  that  no  outfit  is  complete  without  the  right  accessories,  whether  it  be  a  stunning  bag,  a  beautiful  pair  of  shoes,  or  jewlery  that  ties  the  whole  look  together.  for  sentimental  reasons,  her  favorite  pieces  of  jewelry  are  the  friendship  necklace  she  shares  with  mimi  (  linked  here  )  and  a  delicate  sun  bracelet  (  linked  here  )  gifted  to  her  by  a  special  someone  that  often  gets  lost  in  the  armful  of  other  bracelets  she  wears  (  purposely  . . .  she  doesn’t  want  anyone  to  see  that  she’s  still  wearing  it.  she  tends  to  favor  gold  jewelry  and  gold  hardware  on  her  accessories,  she  thinks  its  the  metal  that  looks  best  on  her. 

› 07. where do they usually shop? specific stores, a specific kind of store (ie. thrift store vs designer), or do they make their own?

imogen  has  never  had  to  think  about  money,  so  she  shops  designer  and  prefers  high  end  boutiques.  when  at  home,  she  spends  a  lot  of  time  on  rodeo  drive.  she’s  also  close  with  a  lot  of  personal  shoppers  and  has  them  pull  pieces  for  her  from  retailers  like  fred  seigal  and  neiman  marcus.  

#˗ ˋ ♡ 𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 ›› study . #˗ ˋ ♡ 𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 ›› aesthetic . #eutask #euwardrobe #body image tw #instead of letting myself think about the sad i did this

[gdxnicky]

Whalien Part 2

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Female Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Word Count: 1892

It has been two days since you confessed your love to your best friend Namjoon. He has hardly come out of the guest room, at least when you aren't in your room. At this point you wonder if he is avoiding you or if you are avoiding him. You aren't sure if you are ready to hear if he accepts your feelings and you aren't sure if he is ready to tell you how he feels. You have been a nervous wreck but too scared to approach him. All of a sudden there is a knock on your bedroom door. You look over at the clock 530pm. You think that it is probably time to get some food. You haven't eaten since your confession and you don't know if Namjoon has either. You stand up and walk to your door. You open it to find a single pink carnation, your favorite flower from a song your grandfather used to sing you, and a note.

'Dinner will be served in one hour. Be dressed in your very best. Oh, and make yourself look like a girl.' Signed by Namjoon.

You giggle at the look like a girl comment. That is how he tells you to put on makeup and a dress. You think to yourself that you have an hour to get ready. You run into the bathroom attached to your room and shower as fast as you possibly can, then hop out getting undergarments on to do your hair and make up. You do your makeup to the best of your ability and send a snapchat to your cousin to double check that it looks alright. She tells you it is great. After you curl your hair, leaving it down and doing loose tundrels that flow over your shoulders and back. Then taking a few bobby pins to pin your hair back slightly out of your face. You walk over to your closet and grab a cute strapless black lace cocktail dress that has a sash right beneath your chest that is silk. You step back and take a look in the mirror after you grab a necklace and earrings from your jewlery box. Both of them being pieces that Namjoon has given to you over the years for your birthday and Christmas.

It is now 630pm. You take a deep breath before walking out of your room. The sound of your heels clink on the hardwood floor. You look toward the kitchen and there he is. He has his back to you at the moment but you can tell he made sure he looked nice as well. His dyed blonde hair fixated just right. The food he has prepared smells amazing but you still get a slight hint of his cologne.

He turns around to see you and he looks so handsome. He is wearing a black suit with a black tie and a white shirt. He opted to wear contacts instead of his glasses. You feel the butterflies in your stomach to dance. He may have been your best friend and your crush but this is the first time you have truly seen him as a man.

"Wow Joonie. You look... wow." You struggle to find the right word.

"Studly, handsome, amazing...?" He questions back.

"Yes, yes all of those and then some." You reply, blushing ever so slightly before you notice him giving you elevator eyes, checking you up and down.

"Y/n you look phenomenal. Feminine, beautiful, stunning, gorgeous." He compliments as you blush even more and smile. "I am almost ready. Just a few more finishing touches." He tells you as he turns on some music then walks to the table to light some candles. You are in shock. You have never seen this side of Namjoon but always was curious when he would talk about things he would do for his exes. He turns back around and grabs a lovely bouquet of flowers and hands them to you.

"These are for you."

"Aww Joon. Thank you." You reply as a smile grows from ear to ear. You take them and smell them. They smell subtle but beautiful.

He walks over to the table and pulls out a chair for you and motions for you to sit. You walk over and take your place. He then moves to his side and sits. He had made a wonderful meal. A small side salad for the beginning and the main course was a pasta dish because he knows how much you enjoy Italian cuisine. You two sit in silence while you eat because you are too nervous to talk about the other day. You don't want to bring it up and ruin the moment. You just sit and wait. You focus on the music in the background and the songs are all your favorite love songs. When the song 'One Word' by Elliot Yamin comes on you can't help but blurt out how much you love that song. He stands up and walks over to you.

"May I?" He asks as he extends his hand. You place yours in his and stand up. He leads you away from the table slightly and pulls you in. A hand on your waist while the other holds your hand. You place your free hand on his shoulder. The two of you being to dance around while he sings selective parts of the song.

'One word

Is all I need to say exactly how I feel

One word

A single word that's from the heart and keeps it real

One word

And, baby, I know this one fits you to a tee

One word

All I can say is "amazing"'

He pulls you in tightly. Moving his hand from your waist to the small of your back. Your hand slides down to his chest. You instinctively you rest your head on him, listening to the soothing lub dub of his heart, feeling his chest rise and fall with every breath, breathing in the scent of him. You realize there is no coming back from this whether he accepts your confession or not, you love this man and always will. You get lost in the moment don't even realize the song has changed. He hasn't offered to let you go at all and continues to dance. That's when you notice the most random thing. His heartbeat and yours are in sync, beating simulataneously. You are brought back to reality when the second song ends and he begins to pull away.

"Y/n, I know I shouldn't have waited to tell you about how the other day made me feel." He says holding your hands in his. "I was not expecting that at all. I never had any inclination that you felt that way toward me. I didn't know what to say or how to approach it. The past two days I have spent so much time thinking and talking to the guys. Apparently I am oblivious because they all suspected your feelings for me. I asked them for advice on what to do and what to say. They all agreed that I should just say it..." He pauses and you can see the conflict on his face, like he doesn't know how to word what he wants to say.

"Joonie" you say as you reach up and hold his cheek. "You don't have to accept my feelings, I won't be upset, if that is what you are struggling with." Trying your best to reassure him and believe your own words because you can feel the ache in your chest.

"That is not it. I hear your song just like you hear mine. I have tried to fight back these feelings since I first met you but I knew my life was going to be crazy busy with tours and music so I didn't want to drag you along and not be what you need. I love you Y/n. I always have and I always will. This is inevitable. This is our destiny." He says looking into your eyes. He moves his right hand to your cheek and holds onto you as he leans in for a kiss. A soft gentle peck. After a moment you break the kiss.

"Joonie, did you just use lyrics from DNA on me?" You ask quickly.

"Yes..." He responds hesitantly.

"Just checking." You grab both sides of his face and pull him down to you. Placing your lips onto his, this kiss not as gentle. You open the emotional dam that you have been withholding all this time. After quite sometime of kissing, he pulls back from you.

"So... Does that mean you accept?" He asks sounding nervous and sarcastic.

"Really Joon... Yes. Of course." You say smiling ear to ear. He grabs you and pulls you in for a tight hug.

"Did you want what I have for dessert or do you want to just skip to what I have planned for the night?" He questions. You look at him with a quizative look on your face.

"What did you have planned for the rest of the night?" You ask hesitantly.

"Kdrama and chill. Whatelse would I have planned?" He replies.

"I don't know but you said you asked the guys for advice. I wouldn't be surprised if they said something inappropriate."

"Touche" He says laughigly. "Oh they said I needed to send them pictures and tell them your answer."

"Why don't you take pictures and we can video call them together?" You propose.

"That's a great idea." He says. He quickly takes out his phone and snaps a dozen pictures of you, the flowers, and candles. You take your heels off and go sit on the couch. He walks over as his phone rings, waiting for the guys to answer.

"What did she say?!" Is how they answered the phone. Namjoon just laughs.

You lean over and say "Yes, of course."

"Noona, what happened? What did Hyung end up deciding to do?" Jimin inquires. He looks like a kid who is about to see Santa, all sorts of excited. You take the phone from Namjoon and describe the whole thing to him while the other guys listen.

"Wait, Noona, did he give you a peck on the lips or was it a kiss? Because there is a difference." Jungkook interjects.

"Well he gave me a peck and I gave him a kiss." I said blushing and giggling as the guys say "aww" in unison.

"What do you have planned for the rest of the night?" Hobi asks.

"We are just going to hang out and watch a drama." Namjoon answers. Jin, Hobi, and Tae giving him a weird look like they were expecting more.

"Just let her love you" Yoongi sings in the background then Jimin joins followed by the rest of them.

"What is with you guys and using your lyrics in real life? Honestly." You question as you laugh at them.

"Okay we are hanging up now. Bye guys." Namjoon says hanging up on them and then putting his phone on silent.

The two of you agree to go to your rooms and get on comfy clothes before cuddling up on the couch with ice cream and kdramas. As you walk into your room you think to yourself 'this could not be any better'.

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[jihoonluvclub]

Submitted by 🍓 anon

This is so cute!!! I’m a big sucker for lovey things 🥺 This was such a nice thing to receive in my inbox!! Thank you so so much darling, it’s wonderful

Its Valentine’s day and you would of expect it to be the most romantic time of the year as this was the first time you celebrate it with jihoon.

The fact that Valentine’s day was today slipped by as you were busy with your studies lately making dates and days blur up. If it weren’t for seokmin asking what have you got planned for today you would of failed as a girlfriend.

You racked your brain for ideals as what to do for jihoon today and came out blank as you didn’t have time to plan anything or even think about planning.

In panic state you have resorted to asking for advice from jihoon’s groupmates as for what to get jihoon as they might know what would he like or need but none of them were of help as most didn’t know what to answer you. But they offered to busy jihoon for a few hours today as you figured stuff out which you were grateful for.

Resulting in the state you are in currently, You have been out on the streets for hours now looking for the perfect gift for your first valentines together walking from store to store looking for the a gift for him but with no luck as most stores were cluttered with generic red themes, cringy overused gifts and concepts that you believed jihoon wouldnt like .

You were defeated as you couldn’t afford luxury to spoil him and you didn’t want to bring something generic that he wouldnt like or wouldnt care about.

By now exhaustion from walking around for hours has been clouding your judgement and you were tempted to just go home and cook him a good meal and call it a day.

Walking back to your car thinking about what meal to make jihoon to forgive you for making your first Valentines day suck something caught your eye, a small antique store. You were gravitated towards it as you tried to recall if you have ever spotted this place before or you just ignored it as you were sucked into all the generic normal stores that blasted love songs and were swamped with couples.

As you stepped in you were greeted with a strong woody smell. Looking around you were surrounded by several amazing finds that were decently priced and some that were overpriced but you appreciated none the less because they looked beautiful. As you stumbled around the shop trying not to touch anything in fear of breaking stuff the owner approached you.

“So what brings you here young lady?” the shop owner asked as you glanced over to her, she looked she could be in her late 80s she was short and wise looking dressed elegantly which suited the aura of the store.

“Oh nothing much, just looking around for a gift for my boyfriend as you know its Valentine’s day and i wanted to get him something nice” you said as you glanced over the Antique silverware in front of you.

“Well aren’t you the cutest little lady, here follow me I think i have the thing for you” she holds your hand and starts pulling you gently behind her. You smiled at the small lady as she seemed determined and sure as to what you are looking for.

Several isles later you were deep into the store surrounded by beautiful frames of paintings and several jewelry boxes and an array of accessories. The owner let go of your hand to go through some drawers in front of her as you looked around in awe thinking to yourself how could you miss the store and how many finds are there in this small store.

Several minutes later the owner turned around towards you with excitement painted all over her face as she held this metallic rustic box in her hands. She signals the other employee in the store something and ushers you to follow her by now you were intrigued as to what is in the box and just followed her.

A few steps into another isle she guided you to what seems a whole living room from the 60s. She looked up at you as she sat down signaling you to sit down too.

“You see this box is special to me, in this box there are items that were either handed To Me or I got from my late husband. They hold a big value to my heart but i have brought them to the store as i think its time I pass some of them down to someone that will enjoy them rather than keeping them hidden in my house where no one can enjoy it” she said looking at your face. You were shocked to say the least why did she choose to tell you this and what does she want from you ? You couldn’t possibly accept this now knowing their value to her you are just a random girl she just met . As you stuttered your decline telling her you cant possibly buy something that is of so much value to her.

She shushed you and said “you my young lady seem so nice and i believe I can trust you with this. It’s not everyday that someone comes to my shop looking for something for their loved one. My heart tells me to trust you and so i will. I have many years under my belt and i dont believe i have much more so please accept this from me”. You nodded in defeat as you didn’t want to break her heart as she continued to tell you her life story and how she considers herself lucky to have encountered you.

Many minutes later she opened the box to show you a collection of jewelry and other valuable stuff that you didn’t even adress as your eyes looked on a beautiful golden watch. You reach out to hold it . The watch was beautiful to say the least it was such a nice watch that still shined after all the years and as you flipped it over it was also engraved. It read “To every second together I♡U” .

You stared at the watch for a few seconds and knew that this is the one this is the gift you wanted to get jihoon it had so much sentiment to it and it felt right. You glanced up at the lady to ask for her approval and how much it costs to see her smiling at you with tears in her eyes.

“This was my gift for my husband at our 30 year anniversary” she said as she reached her hand into the box again and pulled a beautiful necklace with a heart pendant on it on the back of the heart it read “To every heartbeat I♡U”.

She went on to explain how her husband got her this necklace on their 31 year anniversary as a thank you for the watch but she can never wear it ever since he passed.

You felt the special connection that those pieces of jewlery had and how much it meant for the lady . You wanted to pass on getting them but you were running out of time to find another gift for jihoon and after some persuasion from the old lady you accepted to take them . She wrapped them nicely for you and sent you off refusing to get paid for them but made you promise to come back with jihoon which you didn’t mind as that was the least you can do.

Walking fast to your car as to make up to some of the time that has passed by you glanced down to the bag in your hand hoping jihoon will like it.

Time went by quickly as you arrived at your apartment. You began to prepare the home for jihoons arrival. You have made him his favorite meal making sure you perfect it for today. Lighting a few candles around the house making it smell like soft vanilla. Looking at the clock you see that you have about 30 minutes till jihoon arrives you rushed to your room to touch up your makeup and change your outfit to something more fitting, a red dress that hugged your figure just right that you knew jihoon would appreciate.

As you combed through your hair your brain has clouded with thoughts about jihoon, how much you love him and appreciate him in your life. Your relationship wasnt perfect but it was perfect to you.

Looking at your self in the mirror you liked what you seen and you really hoped jihoon would too. Walking out of your bedroom you hear a knock on the door causing your heart to skip a beat.

Rushing to the door you adjusted your dress one more time taking a deep breathe you open the door with a big smile that you see reflected on jihoons face.

You greeted jihoon with a big hug that he happily accepted it as he kissed your neck whispering to you that you look beautiful as ever making you blush. As you pulled away you notice the roses in his hand. “These are for you my beautiful lady, happy 1st Valentine’s day my love” he said as blush creeped on his cheeks handing you the flowers.

Taking them happily you signaled him to come in closing the door after him.

“You shouldn’t have jihoon. Spending this special evening with you is more than enough” you said as you put the roses on the table making a mental note to put them in a vase later. Walking towards your boyfriend who was sitting in your living room you knew jihoon wasn’t the biggest hopeless romantic out there but he still appreciated romance alot.

“No i wanted to. It’s what a beautiful lady deserves. And you my love are nothing less than a stunning beauty” he said caressing your hand as you sat next to him. You couldn’t help but giggle and give him a small peck on the cheek.

He continued “I’m so sorry I couldn’t take you out or bring you over to my place for our first valentine. It’s hard to enjoy private time in our dorms as you know … and as for a date I’m sorry” he sighed looking disappointed.

“No no don’t apologize to me we are still here celebrating privately. I dont need fancy dates to impress me i just want to spend this day with you” you said assuring him that you are ok getting a soft smile from him.

“Speaking of fancy dates I made you your favorite meal. Do you mind if we move this date to the kitchen because im starving” he nodded excitedly as both of you made your way to the kitchen.

Dinner went by quickly as both of you chatted about your days. Jihoon was telling stories about practice today and how seokmin got his hand stuck in a snack jar and you told him about how you went out today and explained to him how you met this amazing lady at an antique store leaving out details about his gifts and such.

“I have a gift for you” jihoon said as he stood up from the dinning table after both of you finished eating. He looked really nervous as he avoided your eyes and walked towards your living room. You stood up following his footsteps to your living room your heart beating fast as to what could possibly be his gift as he didn’t hold anything In his hands coming in other than the roses he already gave you.

He stood next to the sofa playing with his phone “i have been blessed with alot of stuff in my life, one of them being lucky enough to have you my love and another is the ability of mine to write songs. So I decided to write you a song I hope you like it” he said looking at you as the a soft melody started playing through his phone speaker.

You were touched to say the least as the soft melody carried you away with jihoons soft vocals. As you were immersed with listening to the song holding back tears jihoon moved around some of the furniture so there was enough place for both of you to dance and asked you for a dance. You nodded as Jihoon took your hand as both of you slow danced across the small space he made.

To me you are very precious

You can tell me today was tough

I am here, you suffered a lot

I love you

I will hug you

Whenever it’s hard [for you]

You can get a hug from me

I am the same

The lyrics struck a cord with You as you started crying softly on jihoons shoulder thinking how lucky you are to have him.

The song came to an end as both of you stood there in the middle of the room just holding each other appreciating the closeness that you are sharing at this very moment.

Taking a step back you look at jihoon in the eye and whisper loud enough for him to hear “I love you” he mirrors you and whispers I love you back To You leaning into a kiss.

You break the kiss only to lean into his embrace once again wanting to hold him close. He usually isnt very open with his words but with his song you could feel all the love he has for you poured in it and you didn’t know you could feel so loved.

A few moments later you escape his embrace as you recalled you have a gift for him too. Rushing to your bedroom you told jihoon to sit down. Looking around your room you have found the gift box you are looking for standing in front of the mirror you hooked the heart necklace around your neck and grabbed the watch box and ran back to jihoon.

“Ok babe can you close your eyes please” you said as you hid the box behind you. Jihoon didn’t question you and closed his eyes immediately.

“You know how i told you about the nice lady in the Antique store. Well the reason I was there was to find you a gift and i actually did and i really hope you like it . It’s not alot but it means alot” you said as your laid the watch box in his hands. Opening his eyes jihoon eyed the watch box with curiosity.

He opens the box and the corners of his lips lift in a small smile as he adored the watch “I love it” He said adoring the watch.

“Its not all. Look at the back” You said biting back a smile. He raised an eyebrow at you but turned it around revealing the engrave on it.

“To every second together I love you” he whispers as his smile grows bigger.

“You shouldn’t have love. I really love this I’m gonna always wear it thank you so much” he said as he clasped it around his arm and adjusting it.

“That is not all” You said to him as you showed him your necklace. His smile only grew bigger seeing the engraving on it.

“I picked these because the sentiment and connection is very strong in them. the love is alive in them and i hope we can keep the love alive too” you said resting your hand on top of his leaning in a bit.

“I believe we can keep the love alive. As long as I have you my love the love with always exist” he says closing the distance between you as he stole from your lips another kiss.

This kiss was soft and full of love and you just knew this night is only gonna get better as jihoon squeezed your hand and deepened the kiss.

#submission #🍓 anon #woozi

[pinkbalrog]

Ridiculously Specific Story Prompt for a Specific Person Becasue I lack required knowledge

Okay, so I have a short story idea I lack the knowledge (and time to research considering I have like five other wips) to execute. I was reading an Untamed fic, and I thought, so you know how in these stories (or stories like Heaven’s Official Blessing) individuals ascend to godhood or appear in the heavens etc? And how many epic poems or tales have very long and elaborate descriptions of clothing or weapons, often of mythical grade and how these can be more recognizable than the character itself?

Right.

Aaaaannyway, so story goes that the beautiful daughter of a lord/emperor is getting married and her wedding ensemble is commisioned.

One place is asked to send her pearls modeled after mythical pearls, because they know her father/inside joke/boast etc. Maybe they are just a tourist/famous  destination! 

Another place, lesser in power but mighty in artisans, is commisioned to send robes/jewlery/headpiece etc also modeled after a famous piece.

Repeat as needed to make entire ensemble.

Word gets around. In the months before the wedding rumors spread and multiply.

The lady eventually is decked out for marriage and it is stunning. Throughout the night she is so admired, and so marveled at, and suddenly, her robes are gone, her hair is shorn, and she is just standing blankly in the hall.

In the heavens, a lovely bride stands, she is all the peices of the ensemble, become an entity itself, separate from the bride.

I know Nothing of Chinese bridal customs, and White American traditions don’t have very distinct parts of wardrobe that are traditional for events (Native American culture is a different thing). I’m sure this can be adapted or played with by anyone with a culture with distinctive ceremonial dress. 

I don’t know enough about tropes in Chinese fantasy/fiction and I don’t know enough about traditional dress anywhere to transplant this. I like the concept, very much like “The Man that was Used up” by Edgar Allen Poe.

I’m not expecting anyone to do this lol. If you do, credit me a bit and hit me up hahaha. This is a very random, idea I figure someone could have a lot of fun with. If you like fairy tales or epic poems, this might be for you!

#story prompt #specific story prompt #random #story needs traditional dress #tweak away 

[the-consulting-strange-vidder]

‘’Sincerely yours, your Secret Santa.’’

Hello @yourdistinguishedglitterstudent. Your Sherlolly Secret Santa finally found the time to finish and present you your gift. I really really wanted to to have this ready in Christmas day but unfortunattely this didn’t happened because of so many things. But it’s here now so i hope that you’ll forgive me for the delay.

Now about this gift... I really wish i had more time to correct every mistake i made, because i’m certain that there are plenty in here, so i hope you’ll forgive me for this mess. And i also hope that you’re going to like it, despite the mess, because this was an almost last minute inspiration, i had something completely different in my mind to do.

More under the cut.

Fandom: Sherlock BBC

Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Molly Hooper.

Ship: Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper.

Rating: T

Summary: Christmas was always a very depressing time period for Molly Hooper. Someone has decided that this must change. Will they succeed?

Christmas for many years was a very depressing period for Molly Hooper. Her mother died on Christmas Eve when she was ten years old and after that she only had her dad until nearly the end of her time in uni. Ever since her mother's death, Molly's father continued to always try to make her Christmas look beautiful and magical in her eyes. 

And in some ways he always succeded. There was always sadness during the Christmas Eve and Christmas Day of course for the one that was no longer with them, but they made the effort to remember all the little good things her mother offered them.

But that had ended with her father's death which ironically it happened two weeks before Christmas. And of course that was what made officially Christmas a very sad and depressing time for Molly. With both her parents gone at that time of year, she never truly celebrated Christmas again. When friends and colleages were inviting her to Christmas parties she always used her work as an excuse to avoid them. Not that it was a lie that she was indeed always taken the holiday shifts on the morgue every year. 

The only time that she didn't was for that awful as it turned out Christmas party at Baker Street, when Sherlock Holmes almost tore her to pieces with his cruel and uncaring words. He did looked regretted though and he did apologized to her and he even gave her a kiss in the cheek to prove his regret. But only an hour later Molly left the party, went back home, got out of the little black dress that she hoped would make Sherlock notice her, wear her work clothes and went to the morgue, practically pushing her coworker that covered her usual shift out of the door. Ever since that party she never tried to celebrate Christmas again. She was perfectly fine avoiding everything related to the specific holiday as much as possible.

As by a miracle though that party made her relationship with Sherlock a bit easier to handle. He was actually making real efforts to show her respect and treat her more kindly. And she in return started to show him more of her sassy side of her character, calling him out of his bullshit when necessary. They started creating a bond that got even stronger ever since he asked for her help to fake his death.

Now, a year after his return from the world of the dead, Molly was ready to spend Christmas like she always did. Working on the morgue. After all, even death didn't stopped working on the holidays. And that was when they gifts started coming in.

The first gift was found when she opened her door one morning ready to go for a small run around the blog before taking a shower and gotten ready for work. A small red box was there on her carpet outside the door, wrapped up with a green emerald bow. Curious, she picked it up. After so many years spend being Sherlock Holmes's acquintance she knew not to open a box just like that. So she brought it near her ear, trying to hear if there was anything in there clicking or ticking. When she heard nothing she opened it, looked inside and felt her mouth falling open. A perfectly crafted and anatomically correct little heart made out of crystal.

She took it to her hand and with a smile in her face, she moved back into the house closing the door behind her with her foot. She went and sat on her sofa, her eyes never leaving the beautiful crystal heart. Wondering who might had left the box for her, she looked inside it once again and saw a card. She quickly picked it up and read the message written upon it.

''Christmas is supposed to be the most magical time of the year. I believe it's time to let magic back into your life. Sincerely yours, your Secret Santa. xxx''

Her Secret Santa? She had a Secret Santa? How did that happened? She didn't recalled anything like this happening on Bart's this year. They were usually doing Christmas Balls that she more or less was always forced to attend because of her work, but not Secret Santas. Okay she would admit that she found it very intriguing. A Secret Santa, that was really interesting. Hopefully he wouldn't turn out to be a madman again. She really seemed to attract them for some reason. 

With a quick glance in the clock she realised that she wouldn't have enough time for running, so she put crystal heart back into the box, put the box in one of her dressers drawers and went to the shower. Thirty minutes later she was ready and out of the door for her work. She didn't give her Secret Santa another thought, until three days later.

The second gift was delivered in her path lab. A courier entered holding a bag from one of the most expensive jewlery shops in London. He asked if she was Molly Hooper and the moment she answered that she was, he left the bag in front of her and practically run out of the lab, not giving her any time to try and give him a tip. So she turned her attention to the bag. She looked inside and saw another box in it, rather like the one she had received three days earlier, only this time it was a bit bigger. She took it in her hand and opened it quickly.

Inside the box she saw a necklace in the shape of a red rose. A red rose that somehow looked so much like the enchanted rose from the ''Beauty & the Beast'' animation movie. A movie which incidentally happened to be one of Molly's most favorites even if it was considered to be a kids movie. She had seen necklaces like this before, but none so expencive looking. It had to be custom made. Then her eyes fell on the card that was placed in the middle of the box, on the inside of the very delicate and thin chain.

''For who could ever learn to love a beast? Sincerely yours, your Secret Santa. xxx''

So the ''Beauty & the Beast'' reference of the necklace had been deliberate.  She couldn't stop the smile that appeared in her face. Her Secret Santa seemed determinate to offer her a lot of joy for some reason. She knew that eventually his or hers identity would be revealed and she found herself looking forward to it for some bizarre reason. 

''Looks like someone is completely bessoted with you Molly.'' said a very familiar deep barritone voice very close to her, making her jump from the surprise. With a hand on her chest she turned to look at him.

''Damn you Sherlock you scared me. Sometimes i think you were a cat in your previous life''

Sherlock chukled. ''I'm sorry that wasn't my intention. I did talked to you when i came in but you didn't heard me. So who's that Secret Santa of yours hmm?''

''I don't know. And i'm not supposed to know anyway. He or she reveal itself when it's time i guess.''

''I see. Well anyway, i suppose you do have the test results i asked you to check for me ready?''

''Yes of course i do.''

And just like that the both of them settled in a familiar routine. In every question he had she had the answer ready for him. They continued like that for two hours and when Sherlock left, she looked at the clock in the wall and saw that she still had thirty minutes before the end of her shift. Enough time for her to finish the little paperwork she had left and put the lab in order for the next shift.

Half an hour later she exited the hospital, with her enchanted rose necklace box and it's bag safely hidden in her tote bag. She promised to herself that she would wear it without a doubt next week at the hospital's Christmas Ball. For the first time ever since she started working there, she actually looked forward to it. Only thing left for her to do, was to find the perfect dress.

As the ball was coming closer though, her quest to find the perfect dress ended before it even began. Days before the event her work load became so hectic without her even realising how it happened and Molly started feeling very dissapointed. It seemed that this year, wherever she wanted to or not, she wouldn't attend the Christmas Ball.

But as it turned out, her Secret Santa had different things in mind. Two days before the event another delivery man brought at her flat the biggest box of all she had received so far. He put it in her arms without much talking except for confirming who she was and just the man that brought her the rose necklace, left before she had time to even say a thank you. Whomever that Secret Santa of hers was, she really hoped that he/she paid those people good enough.

She took the box in her bedroom and left it on her bed. She opened the lid and what saw inside made her jaw drop. The most stunning red dress her eyes had ever seen was inside it. She picked the dress up and pulled it out of the box. Oh it was gorgeous. The cleavelage had small pieces of crystals that were sparkling in the light. From the waist down the dress was wide, it looked almost exactly like a dress you see in period movies like ''Gone with the wind'' only even more amazing if that was even possible. 

Underneath the dress she saw some black tulle peeking out in the end of it. She lay the dress in her bed very slowly, almost affraid that any fast movement would tear it apart and looked inside the box again. In there she also found a beautiful pair of shoes, black, high heels. She checked and sure enough, they were her size. It looked like her Secret Santa knew her a bit too well. She left them on the floor and took the little card she knew she would find.

''I would love to be your escort to the St. Bart's Christmas Ball this year. Tomorrow at 8pm i'll be outside your door with nothing but hope that you will accept my offer to be your date. Sincerely yours, your Secret Santa. xxx''

Oh it seemed the time for the Secret Santa to reveal themselves had finally come. All this time she looked forward to it but now she almost feared it. She seriously hoped he wasn't a madman this time. Or even worst, someone boring. She prefered a madman to a boring one.

The day of the ball, she was putting some finishing touches in her make up when she heard a knock on the door. She checked the clock on her nightstand and sure enough, it was only five minutes before 8pm. She tried to not run to the door and she almost succeded. When she got to the door she took a deep breath and opened it. But the person she saw in the other side made her feel a bit irritated.

''Sherlock, What are you doing here? If you want my help with any autopsies tonight you're gonna have to wait. It's St. Bart's Christmas Ball tonight and i have to go.'' she started rambling but Sherlock had already entered the house.

Sherlock stood in her living room now without saying anything. He only looked at her up and down, taking her entire appeareance in. He eventually moved his eyes in her own and cleared his throat.

''I knew that you would look magnificent in this. Are you ready to go?''

''Wait what? What do you mean you knew i would look magnificent in this? And ready to go where?''

''In the dress you're wearing? And i came to take you to St. Bart's Christmas Ball. For our... date?'' he said sounding very uncertain suddenly.

''Our date? Wait... y- you're the Secret Santa?'' she asked feeling completely confused.

''Yes. Exactly. I am your Secret Santa.''

''But... why? Why would you do this?''

''Because... well i had noticed for many years now that you don't celebrate Christmas, but i didn't cared why you don't, i only cared that it was very convientient for me and my work. But after the way i treated you that Christmas at Baker Street and while i was away, i looked into the reasons why you don't celebrate it and i decided that i  would do something about it when i came back. But by the time i did you were enganged, and then you weren't and i was too deep into the Magnusen case and then i almost got exiled... Well you get the point.'' he finished and took a deep breath.

''Ok? But that doesn't exactly explain why you send all those things Sherlock.'' said Molly still feeling  confused.

''It doesn't? Come on Molly you know that you're very important to me. More important than anyone else really. You... you are the one who matters the most. I wanted to tell you when i came back, that i wanted to be with you, but you were enganged. And i don't really deserve you to be honest. But... i'm in love with you. And i want to spend this Christmas and every Christmas with you. If, you know... you want that too.''

Molly stood there silent for a few minutes trying to fully grasp everything that Sherlock said. Could he really mean it? Should she believe him? Sherlock must have seen her doubts in her face because he broke the silence.

''Molly i understand why you may not believe me but you can see me. You could see me when no one else could. You know me better than anyone else. You know when i lie. And i don't lie to you right now. But if you don't want to take the chance, i will accept it and we will go to the ball as two very good friends, if that's what you really wa...''

''Oh Sherlock just shut up.'' Molly stopped him while moving closer to him.

When she finally stopped right in front of him, she grabbed him from the lapels of his Belfast and pulled him down to her. Sherlock understood her intentions and was very willing to meet her in the middle. Their lips found very easily each other, Sherlock's hands moved around her in a tight embrace and pulled her closer to him.

The kiss lasted for a few minutes, until the need for breathing became urgent. Their lips got separated but Sherlock didn't let her move away from him. He looked at her with a big smile on his face.

''Sooo... does that means that you believe me?''

''Yes. I do believe you.''

''Good. So you're ready for the ball now?''

''Yes i am. Just wait for a minute and we are leaving.''

With another quick and chaste kiss in his lips, Molly regrettfully stepped away from Sherlock's arms and moved towards her bedroom. In there she re-applied her lipstick, took a fluffy but very classy jacket from her closet, grabbed a very elegant purse in her hands and rejoined Sherlock in the living room.

''Now i'm ready to go.''

Sherlock said nothing but he offered her his hand. Without hesitation, Molly put her hand in his and they left the flat, both determinated to make this newly founded relationship work. And who knows, thought Molly. Maybe she could learn to love Christmas again.

#sherlolly #mollock #sherlolly secret santa 2017 #sherlock bbc #sherlock holmes #molly hooper #sherlock x molly #ship: sherlolly #otp: you can see me #my otp's #my fics

[divorceyourring]

78 Sapphire Engagement Rings for Every Bridal Taste

If you’re the type of bride looking to break tradition with your engagement ring, a sapphire engagement ring is a stunning way to do so. Gemstones have been a major trend in terms of unique engagement rings, largely thanks to Kate Middleton who was given Princess Diana’s 12-carat oval blue sapphire ring (complete with fourteen solitaire diamonds in white gold) from Prince William in 2010. Such a regal choice!

Most famously associated with September birthdays, sapphires are incredibly special stones that signify honesty and loyalty and range in color from royal blue (the most famous of the spectrum) to purple, pink, yellow, green, orange, brown, black, and even white. Many of the lesser known sapphire colors are incredibly rare and often designed with various sapphire shades in combination to create an extremely distinctive piece of jewelry—so perfect for women looking to defy tradition with their engagement ring. If you find yourself partial to a deep blue shade á la the Duchess of Cambridge, your engagement ring can easily serve as a perfect “something blue” on your wedding day—genius, right?!

A favored precious gem in the jewelry world for decades, sapphire stones come in myriad styles from Edwardian, Victorian, and Art Deco to ultra-modern takes like off-kilter settings, geometric cuts, East-West mountings, double bands, two-stone designs, and open rings. If you’re looking for something even more standout (we’re talking not at all cookie cutter!) consider a raw, rough, or rustic cut sapphire, a sapphire ring designed with multiple colored stones, or a sapphire and diamond combo. Or, you go for a sapphire set in a matte or mixed-metal setting.

If you’re all about a classic sapphire, there’s nothing wrong with choosing a super-sparkly style in polished platinum, silver, or gold whether it’s a solitaire stone, three-stone ring, accented with glittering sides stones, or enhanced with a dazzling halo. If you definitely want a traditional diamond engagement ring but like the idea of incorporating sapphires into the design, look for a ring that’s just touched with sapphires whether as side stones, a halo, or a single accent stone.

If you think a sapphire engagement ring is right for you, ahead scroll through 78 extraordinary styles from true-blue to pretty pink and lovely yellow stones.

See more: 36 Trillion-Shaped Engagement Rings for Modern Brides

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Courtesy of Selin Kent

Selin Kent Defne Ring | Sapphire

SHOP NOW: Selin Kent, $690

Courtesy of Diamondere

Diamondère Henrietta Sapphire and Diamond Sidestone Ring in 14k White Gold

SHOP NOW: Diamondere, $936

Courtesy of Jennie Kwon

Jennie Kwon Ceylon Sapphire Dew Equilibrium Ring

SHOP NOW: Jennie Kwon Designs, $995

Courtesy of ILA

ILA Solana In Blue Sapphire And Diamonds

SHOP NOW: ILA, $1,111

Courtesy of Lori McLean

Lori McLean Fine Jewelry Cornflower Blue Sapphire Ring

SHOP NOW: Lori McLean, $1,198

Courtesy of Blanca Monros

Blanca Monrós Gómez Sapphire Aura Solitaire

SHOP NOW: Blanca Monrós Gómez, $1,215

Courtesy of Alexis Russel

Alexis Russel Custom Natural Sapphire Ring

SHOP NOW: Alexis Russell, $1,295

Courtesy of Allurez

Allurez Blue Sapphire & Diamond Engagement Ring 14k White Gold

SHOP NOW: Allurez, $1,399

Helzberg Diamonds Shades of Love Sapphire and Diamond Ring in 14k White Gold

SHOP NOW: Helzberg Diamonds, $1,599

Courtesy of Ceremony

Ceremony Anise Sapphire Ring

SHOP NOW: Ceremony, $1,760

Courtesy of Porter Gulch

Porter Gulch Ferne Ring

SHOP NOW: Porter Gulch, $1,825

Courtesy of Nora Kogan

Nora Kogan Blue Velvet Ring

SHOP NOW: Nora Kogan, $1,950

Courtesy of Digby & Iona

Digby & Iona Minue Sapphire Ring

SHOP NOW: Digby & Iona, $2,450

Courtesy of Gillian Conroy

Gillian Conroy 0.50ct Pear Sapphire & Yellow Gold Diamond Pavé Ring

SHOP NOW: Gillian Conroy, $2,550

Courtesy of Danhov

Danhov Classico Cushion Cut Blue Sapphire Diamond Ring in Platinum

SHOP NOW: Danhov, $2,660

Courtesy of Megan Thorne

Megan Thorne Venise Sapphire Engagement Ring

SHOP NOW: Greenwich Jewelers, $3,100

IO Collective

IO Collective Bella Ring with a Yellow Bi-Color Malawai Sapphire

SHOP NOW: IO Collective, $3,300

Courtesy of Bonneveine

Bonneveine Sapphire Engagement Ring

SHOP NOW: Ashley Zhang, $3,310

Courtesy of Marrow

Marrow Color-Change Sapphire Cluster Ring in Yellow Gold

SHOP NOW: Marrow Fine, $3,490

Courtesy of Wwake

Wwake Limited Edition Oval Sapphire Organic Crossover Ring

SHOP NOW: Wwake, $3,493

Courtesy of The One I Love NYC

The One I Love NYC Edwardian The Sapphire Sun Ring

SHOP NOW: The One I Love NYC, $3,500

Courtesy of Brilliant Earth

Brilliant Earth Sapphire Valencia Diamond Ring in 18k White Gold

SHOP NOW: Brilliant Earth, $3,840

Courtesy of Anne Sisteron

Anne Sisteron 14kt Rose Gold Pink Sapphire Ameka Ring

SHOP NOW: Anne Sisteron, $3,950

Courtesy of Eva Fehren

Eva Fehren The Sapphire Auto Ring

SHOP NOW: Twist, $3,960

Courtesy of Ken & Dana Design

Ken & Dana Design Delphine Sapphire Peach Solitaire Engagement Ring

SHOP NOW: Ken & Dana Design, $4,034

Courtesy of A. Jaffe

A.Jaffe Diamond Studded Designer Engagement Ring in 18 Karat Gold

SHOP NOW: A.Jaffe, $4,040

Courtesy of Anna Sheffield

Anna Sheffield Bea Three Stone Ring Rose Gold & Blue Sapphire

SHOP NOW: Anna Sheffield, $4,200

Courtesy of Kwiat

Kwiat Vintage Pink Sapphire and Diamond Ring in 18k White Gold

SHOP NOW: Kwiat, $4,250

Courtesy of Moritz Glik

Moritz Glik R953 Ring with 0.46ct of Pink Sapphire and 0.71ct of Diamonds Set and Enclosed in A White Sapphire Kaleidoscope Shaker in 18k Gold

SHOP NOW: Moritz Glik, $4,620

Courtesy of Anita Ko

Anita Ko Evil Eye Ring,

SHOP NOW: Anita Ko, $4,950

Courtesy of 1stdibs

White Gold Pear Cut Blue and Pink Sapphire with Diamond Mount Cocktail Ring

SHOP NOW: 1stdibs, $5,150

Courtesy of Adel Chefridi

Adel Chefridi Wavy Embrace Ring

SHOP NOW: Adel Chefridi, $5,185

Courtesy of 1stdibs

2.08 Carat Oval Sapphire Diamond Gold Three-Stone Engagement Ring

SHOP NOW: 1stdibs, $5,245

Courtesy of Tacori

Tacori Dantela Ring in Platinum

SHOP NOW: Tacori, $5,810

Courtesy of Simon G.

Simon G. Delicate Collection Narural Sapphire Ring in 18k White Gold

SHOP NOW: Simon G. Jewelry, $6,006

Courtesy of Jacquie Aiche

Jacquie Aiche Blue Sapphire Crown Ring

SHOP NOW: Jacqui Aiche, $6,250

Courtesy of Spinelli Kilcollin

Spinelli Kilcollin Sonny Astral Montana Sapphire

SHOP NOW: Spinelli Kilcollin, $6,400

Courtesy of Eli Halili

Eli Halili Blue Sapphire Ring

SHOP NOW: Barneys, $6,500

Courtesy of Tate Union

Tate Union Sapphire & White Diamond Ring

SHOP NOW: Barneys, $7,000

Courtesy of Tiffany & Co.

Tiffany & Co. Tiffany Soleste Pink Sapphire and Diamond Ring

SHOP NOW: Tiffany & Co., $7,200

Courtesy of 1stdibs

2.20 Carat Oval Green Yellow Natural Sapphire Diamond Platinum Engagement Ring

SHOP NOW: 1stdibs, $7,350

Courtesy of Mociun

Mociun Peach Sapphire & Pearl Cluster Ring

SHOP NOW: Mociun, $8,450

Courtesy of Mattieu Wiewel

Mattieu Wiewel Blue and Yellow Sri Lanka Sapphire and Grey Gold Ring

SHOP NOW: 1stdibs, $8,855.41

Courtesy of Monique Pean

Monique Péan Hexagonal Blue Sapphire And White Diamond Ring

SHOP NOW: Marissa Collections, $9,140

Courtesy of Kian Design

Kian Design 18 Carat Three Stones Certified Oval Pink Sapphire and Diamond Ring

SHOP NOW: 1stdibs, $9,680

Courtesy of Single Stone Sawyer

Single Stone Sawyer 1.84ct Cushion Cut Sapphire in 18k Oxidized Yellow Gold

SHOP NOW: Single Stone, $12,400

Courtesy of Diamond Stars Jewlery Inc.

Diamond Stars Jewelry, Inc. Certified No Heat 7.48 Carat Greenish Blue Step Cut Sapphire Diamond Gold Ring

SHOP NOW: 1stdibs, $12,400

Courtesy of JamesAllen.com

JamesAllen.com 18k White Gold Doubles Pave Halo Three Sided Pink Sapphire Ring

SHOP NOW: JamesAllen.com, $12,550

Courtesy of Nouvel Heritage

Nouvel Heritage Sapphire Coral Ring in 18K Yellow Gold

SHOP NOW: Nouvel, $12,900

Courtesy of David Gross Group

David Gross Group 3.15 Carat Yellow Natural Sapphire and Diamond Platinum and 18k Yellow Gold Ring

SHOP NOW: 1stdibs, $13,900

Courtesy of Erstwhile

Erstwhile Art Deco Diamond and Sapphire Engagement Ring

SHOP NOW: Erstwhile Jewelry, $14,200

Courtesy of Jane Taylor

Jane Taylor Cirque One-of-a-Kind Large Cloud Swing Ring with Blue Sapphire

SHOP NOW: Jane Taylor, $17,270

Courtesy of Bliss Lau

Bliss Lau Elliptical + Centered Slide Ring Set Diamond Pave

SHOP NOW: Bliss Lau, $17,450

Courtesy of Peter Suchy

Peter Suchy 3.39 Carat Green Sapphire Diamond Platinum Engagement Ring

SHOP NOW: 1stdibs, $23,995

Courtesy of Effy

Effy Royale Bleu 18K White Gold Sapphire and Diamond Ring, 6.78 TCW

SHOP NOW: Effy, $24,496.50

Courtesy of Marissa Perry

Marisa Perry Platinum Three Stone Sapphire Engagement Ring with Tapered Bulliets Designed by Douglas Elliott

SHOP NOW: Marisa Perry, $35,070

Courtesy of Van Cleef & Arpels

Van Cleef & Arpels Motifs Pétales Solitaire Oval-Cut Sapphire

SHOP NOW: Van Clef & Arpels, $68,000

Courtesy of Harry Kotlar

Harry Kotlar The Kotlar Collection Classico Enchanting Deep Blue Cushion Cut Sapphire in Platinum

SHOP NOW: Harry Kotlar, $92,425

Courtesy of Jemma Wynne

Jemma Wynne Prive Diamond and Blue Sapphire Open Ring

SHOP NOW: Jemma Wynne, Price Upon Request

Courtesy of Tomasz Donocik

Tomasz Donocik Electric Night Blue Cocktail Ring

SHOP NOW: Tomasz Donocik, Price Upon Request

Courtesy of Martin Katz

Martin Katz 10.95 Carat Cushion Pastel Blue Sapphire Ring

SHOP NOW: Martin Katz, Price Upon Request

Courtesy of Harry Winston

Harry Winston Cushion-Cut Sapphire Micropavé Ring

SHOP NOW: Harry Winston, Price Upon Request

Courtesy of Bario Neal

Bario Neal Custom Pear Cut Montana Sapphire Lash Ring

SHOP NOW: Bario Neal, Price Upon Request

Courtesy of Rebecca Overmann

Rebecca Overmann Pink Cushion Cut Sapphire Ring

SHOP NOW: Rebecca Overmann, Price Upon Request

Courtesy of David Yurman

David Yurman DY Capri Engagement Ring with Blue Sapphire, DY Signature Cut

SHOP NOW: David Yurman, Price Upon Request

Courtesy of Malcolm Betts

Malcolm Betts Sapphire Ring in 22ct Gold

SHOP NOW: Malcolm Betts, Price Upon Request

Courtesy of Azlee

Azlee Sapphire Diamond Ring

SHOP NOW: Azlee Sapphire, Price Upon Request

Courtesy of Nikos Koulis

Nikos Koulis White Gold Ring with Trillion White Diamond, Cushion Cut Blue Sapphire and Black Enamel

SHOP NOW: Nikos Koulis, Price Upon Request

Courtesy of Luca Jouel

Luca Jouel Viridis Saphir Aster 18ct Yellow Gold Green Sapphire & Champagne Diamond Ring

SHOP NOW: Luca Jouel, Price Upon Request

Courtesy of Roman Malakov

Roman Malakov Blue Sapphire and Diamond Three Stone Engagement Ring

SHOP NOW: Roman Malakov, Price Upon Request

Courtesy of Mark Broumand

Mark Broumand 1.70ct Round Brilliant Cut Diamond and Sapphire Diamond Engagement Ring

SHOP NOW: Mark Broumand, Price Upon Request

Courtesy of Erica Courtney

Erica Courtney Emani Ring with 2.80ct Orange Sapphire

SHOP NOW: Erica Courtney, Price Upon Request

Courtesy of Jack Vartanian

Jack Vartanian Spike Solitaire Ring

SHOP NOW: Jack Vartanian, Price Upon Request

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