seen from Maldives
seen from Ireland
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from Bulgaria
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Croatia
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from South Africa
seen from Türkiye
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
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seen from Pakistan
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seen from Ukraine
games listed (in order):
- prescription:LOVE
- lurking for love
- the kid at the back
how to get into a mutual obsession relationship no glue no borax??? >_<
Killing Line (2023)
they have no names, but they must yan
so who you're choosing (hypothetically askin)
pink is the best boi
brown pls wife me
purple can bully me
Just to be evil, how would link (or vic) react if MC got cold feet and ran off before the wedding (or to be eviler, during the walk down the aisle)
If you try to run off before the wedding, Vic’s hunting you for sport.
If you run away from the alter from Link, don’t expect to get too far before you’re snatched off the streets.
Who gave Sol these kisses?
Bro really let MC kiss him all over I swear, and he is recording it!?
Any ideas for fics?
either 1, pathetic (optional: ex bf) yan who is always trying to win darling back. 2, yan photographer + model darling. !! :3
I did a yandere ex bf before that was drunk and desperate yet still manipulative. Here
Desc: yandere photographer x gn reader, bossy reader, creep pathetic photographer, conventionally attractive reader,, mentions of possession, slight dirty thoughts, general yandere behavior and actions.
Every second that passes, a new flash floods your iris’s with white. Was that level of brightness really needed? Your sore eyes sting for a little break. Listening to your eye’s silent plead for a break, you abruptly get up.
“What’s wrong? What happened?” Your photographer ushers his body next to yours, practically teleporting with how quick he picked up on your discomfort. “Are you tired? Or do you want to change positions?”
“The light is too bright, I told you this before” You rub your sore eyes, the sensitive pair now watering as well.
“Wait- wait! I can fix the brightness, you’re destroying your makeup” His hands shake in-front of your face, unsure if he should stop you from touching your own body. “Please stop” He weakly protests.
“My eyes hurt, I don’t care if I’m destroying my makeup” You grumble, furthering your complaints as you get up. Your makeup smears onto your pale white sleeves, pushing the concealer off and onto your clothes.
As you put on your regular shoes, you get lost in thought feeling like the process of these photo shoots didn’t further your career.
He refused to hire actual makeup artists, improving every single skill he had so that nobody else would touch or be employed by you. You didn’t know it was a possessive behavior from him, simply assuming it was his ego believing he can do better than a full team that would get in his way.
You’ve only made it in a couple of magazines, unaware that your looks would have you booked in the front of billboards if your photographer actually used his connections to further develop your portfolio.
“It’s just… I already took so long on your makeup, you’re just prolonging this” He releases a long stressed sigh, trying to reason with his stubborn model. He snatches the makeup kit off the table, preparing the setup to touch up your makeup again.
“No! I don’t want to take any more pictures, I’m tired, we can do this later in the week” You almost yell while grabbing your things to leave in a rush.
“Seriously? Please? We were doing so well! I can turn down the brightness, and finish this up in the next hour” His whines ignored, his digits wrap around your wrist, before instinctively taking a step back. He knows he can’t act weird, or forceful, or else you’d find a new photographer and leave him forever.
You completely disregard his reasoning, the door slammed as you leave the studio, picking up one of your magazines on the way out. This was incredibly infrusturating, why haven’t you made any progress since you hired him?
You pull out a handheld mirror, small designs all over, representing your delicate look perfectly. You resembled a doll, the porcelain ones that people pay thousands for, dressing them up in frills and pastel colors. You knew your worth, constantly reminded of it by everyone in your life.
“This is so stupid” Your fingers force the mirror to clamp shut, stuffing it in your pocket. “I should be booked and busy” You itch to find another agency, flipping through pages while walking down the busy city streets.
Your mind recalls the first time you met him, he had stopped you on this type of sidewalk, packed with people yet he still managed to spot you. You were impossible not to notice according to him anyway.
He was so eager to stop you, believing he was a creep trying to hit on you, was swiftly rejected by you. Until he explained his company, showed his portfolio, and managed to write down his phone number in your device. His heart leaped at the idea of working for you, even after he realized how demanding your personality was.
It wasn’t your fault! You just knew exactly how much you deserved.
At least that’s the logic he used every single time you got upset at him for not getting things correct the first time.
“Where did you go?” Your photographer texts you as you glare at the notification, regretting the fact you had him on a number basis instead of email.
“Please come back, we were almost finished, or do you want me to go where you’re located to finish the rest of it?” His eyes water, glossy as he attempts to wipe those tears before they run.
“I know you get frustrated easily with me, but I think this photo shoot is really going to be the one that gets you on the front page”
Your fingers dig into your phone, tightening the grip on your phone. Seriously? Your looks are front page worthy, it’s just this idiot that doesn’t have any good connections, despite raving about the plethora of magazine editors he knew! You should honestly murder him for suggesting otherwise.
“Just let me know okay?” His fingers type up another message, before slowly erasing it, he didn’t want to end up on that lengthy blocked list of yours. His fingers shake, in a stressed out mood as he tosses his phone on the couch, sluggishly putting all the equipment away. It was clear you weren’t planning to come back.
What was he doing wrong? He hates how stubborn and spoiled you are, but what else could he expect when you were so attractive, you knew your worth and unfortunately that made you a little more hardheaded. His lungs let out a powerful sigh, scratching his tense face.
He’s wrapped around you like a snake consuming prey and you don’t have a clue.
“I want a new photographer, a new agency, you don’t treat me well, you haven’t put me on any cover of any magazines or ads like you promised” Your fingers swiftly send the message out, grumbling as you walk down the busy city streets.
“Liar.” You bitterly add a few seconds later.
“wait what? I’m trying my best you can’t justh fgiveuponme”
“Just give up on me*”
“I’m going to contact a few of my colleagues okay? I’ll get you on the front page of one of your favorite magazines! Please don’t fire me” He bites his lip with so so so much pressure, anxiously awaiting your message back.
“You better”
“If you don’t, I’ll never work with you again” You pout to yourself, replying in a way that you know will make him crumble.
“I will, I will I swear I won’t slack anymore I’ll get you on there, I’ll call up a few of my friends I’m so so sorry I disappointed you, this will never happen again”
“Sorry”
You scroll through his lengthy messages, failing to care enough to read every single one, some rambling, some apologies, oh well, as long as he got the message.
Stupid photographer.
yan4yan >>>>> any other relationship
