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[saekkas]

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔

summary: michael kaiser is a coward who needs a little incentive to finally confess his feelings towards you.

tags: f!reader, roommates to lovers, fluff, falling in love, kissing (more like, making out), jealousy, mutual pinning, possessive kaiser.

wc: 1.7k

notes: i do not know what possessed me into writing this, but man, it needs to do it again.

something you've realized early on in your friendship with kaiser is that he's a coward.

he hates spiders, makes you throw the trash out at night, and screams whenever something falls out of its place because he thinks the apartment is haunted.

in the year that you've spent as his roommate, you've come to terms with it. he's nice, cleans his dishes, and helps with the laundry. he keeps the noise down to a minimum and cooks you breakfast when he isn't preoccupied with practice.

another perk of living with him is the fact that he buys you things, expensive things. perfume. flowers. the dress you were eyeing online. your favorite snacks. a limited edition plushy you've been wanting since forever.

anything.

you realized early on that michael kaiser is rude to other people, scoffing and smirking as if he's above everyone else. he mutters comments about them under his breath, thinking you can't hear. he bosses people around, looking at them like they're ants. a waste of his time.

he isn't like that with you.

for one, he's sweet. if the gift giving isn't enough, he goes out of his way to seek you out after his matches. he asks for massages, for small pecks and fleeting touches. he video calls you when he's away, never forgetting to wish you a good morning and sweet dreams through voice notes. all with a grin on his lips.

you aren't blind. you know those are his ways of expressing affection. you just wish he'd finally man up and admit his feelings.

"so, how was the date?"

kaiser's sitting on the couch of your living room, remote control in hand as he stares at the tv, some random soccer match showing across the screen. his hair is wet, and he's got his glasses on. his posture is relaxed, seemingly nonchalant as he asks the question.

you know him enough to see him gritting his teeth even through his bored expression.

"good evening to you too," you laugh, airy as you take off your heels. putting them next to the door, you drop your keys in the sage bowl, letting them clink against his. "have dinner yet?"

leaning against the door, you can see the fine lines of his shoulder tense. the kaiser you're used to is a show pony, the person sitting on your couch isn't. he almost looks like a stranger with his neutral expression and bored eyes. such a difference to the guy who usually comes running whenever you walk through the entrance.

"i ordered takeout." he motions to the plates littered around him, pointing at the fridge. "i saved you some of your favorites."

internally, you flutter. happy to know that the kaiser you know, and love, isn't completely gone.

"thank you, that's very sweet of you."

he's adamant on keeping his eyes off you and on the screen, his shoulders becoming even more tense as you open your arms wide.

"no hug for today?" there's a hopeful smile on your lips as you say the words. happy to finally have everything the way they should be.

only to be shut down with a single side eye from him.

"what?" he asks lowly, almost conceding in his words. almost like your presence bothers him, like all those other people do. like you aren't special to him anymore. "did your date dump you? and now you're looking to me for comfort?"

the words are icy, and he gives no room for rebuttals. not when he looks at you with a quirked eyebrow and a cocky smirk.

it's the first time he's used his persona on you. one he uses to hide away from the world. you decide that you hate it.

"no. actually, he was sweet," you bite back, glaring when you decide that enough is enough. "asked to hold my hand and carry me on his back."

you watch as his face darkens, his eyes clouding over until you can't recognize the pretty blue color they usually spark in. you're riling him up, making him angry. and it's working.

"why? jealous?"

it's the question you've been dying to ask for months now. he flirts like you're more than friends, buys you gifts like you're something special to him, shuts down every time you go on a date with someone that isn't him.

but when it comes down to it, you not his to have. not when he's too much of a coward to do anything about it.

"and if i am?" his words surprise you. it's the first time he's come close to revealing his true feelings in months. they're said with an underlying tone of anger, jealousy, and possessiveness. like you're already his and no one else's. "what's it to you?"

"oh, you know, just happy you're finally being a man and talking about your feelings."

you shouldn't have said that. with the way his eyes are practically glaring, you don't know what else to say. you look up when he stands, practically looming as he stalks to you.

"you're so-"

his words are interrupted by his cursing. he glares down at you, pushing his hand next to your head, pining you against the door. you gulp, watching as he practically shakes in anger.

"du machst mich wahnsinnig, liebling. ich glaube nicht, dass ich mich zurückhalten kann, wenn du weiterhin so eine göre bist."

translation: you're driving me mad, darling. i don't think i can hold back if you continue to be such a brat.

"he even asked to kiss me too," you say, your voice trembling under his dark gaze. your sweet and funny roommate is gone, replaced by the man you see in front of you. your heart is pounding against your chest, in both fear and excitement for what he'll do when you finally push him off the edge. "he-"

kaiser surges down, cutting your sentence off with a kiss.

your eyes widen when your head hits the door from his force. a shiver running down your spine when he lifts a hand, placing it on the back of your head, gently caressing the area. closing your eyes, you wrap your arms around his shoulder, kissing him back with just as much fervor.

he relaxes at that, pulling back slightly only to swoop back in, keeping you in his arms for as long as he wants. by the time he finally breaks the kiss, you're both leaning against each other.

you've never seen his eyes as happy as they are now.

"ich bin mir sicher, dass ich besser küsse als er," he says, smug as he takes in the way you're panting. he chuckles, placing his hands on the side of your neck to pull you into another kiss. "richtig, liebling?"

translation: i'm sure i kiss better than he does. right, darling?

"i don't know what you're saying but yes. okay. sure." you nod, head still hazy as his hands start to stroke your cheek. "if it's something bad, then no."

he chuckles, placing a kiss on the corner of your lips. he keeps you rooted in your spot, his eyes darting back between your eyes and your lips. "you're mine now, yeah? no one else gets to kiss you the way i did."

"about time," you say with a roll of your eyes when your breathing finally settles. you play with the hair around his shoulder, slightly tugging at the strands. "it went awful, by the way. he made me walk 3 kilometers because his car broke down."

his hands stop, freezing as he looks at you incredulously. "but you said-"

"i lied," you say with a cheeky grin. you lift yourself onto your tiptoes, placing a kiss on his cheek as an apology. "just wanted to see how you'd react."

you giggle when he groans, letting him settle in the crook of your neck. "you little minx. next time, call me. i'll pick you up and drop you off."

there's the kaiser you know and love.

"mihya." the nickname is odd on your lips, new and completely unrefined. you watch as he perks up, his eyes practically shining as he looks down at you. guess you'll just have to use the nickname on him more often from now on. "you're a terrible driver. you'd be picking me up at the mall and dropping us off at the gates of heaven."

"well, at least that means an angel will finally return home."

you smack his shoulder for that.

bonus:

you're walking down the stairs of your university a few weeks later, laughing at something your friend said when the sound of squealing fills your ears.

a sleek black lamborghini sits right in front of you.

you blink, taking in the over-the-top showcase before your eyes land on the figure right beside it. you snort as kaiser winks at you from his spot, still taking his time to soak up the limelight.

"did you have to come all the way here to be a showoff?" you greet him with a kiss to his cheek that kaiser visibly grins at.

ever since getting together, he's been hogging you all to himself. he insists on driving you to and from wherever you need because your time together is worth everything to him. "you are so petty. making sure no one even thinks of asking me out on another date?"

"you like it." the way he says it is breathless, like it's a secret he's been keeping to himself for a long time. "you like me."

who knew michael kaiser turned out to be such a corny romantic?

you snort, tugging him into the car before he makes any more of a scene. "i do."

he grins at that, revving the engine as loud as he can, smirking when a group of freshmen cheer and wave to him from behind the car.

"good." he takes your hand, placing a kiss on the knuckles. he holds it as he backs out of the university and into the open street. "be prepared because i'm about to spoil you even more."

[4ngel-inc]

･:*:･ﾟ✧ 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒 — 𝓦𝓗𝓔𝓝 𝓨𝓞𝓤'𝓡𝓔 𝓗𝓐𝓥𝓘𝓝𝓖 𝓐 𝓑𝓐𝓓 𝓓𝓐𝓨 ᰔ

summary / tags — no warnings, just fluff !! :'))

𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 is quick to cheer you up, he almost doesn't even have to try; he just has that way about him. he doesn't question you about what's wrong, his main focus is just to make you feel better—ruminating over what happened might upset you more, so he lets you decide if you want to open up about it. his favorite way of cheering you up is going out and buying your favorite snacks and coffee. he comes back with bags and bags of snacks, two different coffees (he wasn't sure which you'd be in the mood for), and a few other trinkets he thinks you'll like—plushies from your favorite anime and a high-end perfume you've had your eye on for a while. he finishes the night off with running you a bath, washing your hair for you and doing your nails, as well as lots of cuddles and kisses.

𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 is quite in tune with your moods, so he comes home and immediately knows something's bothering you. he bakes you a homemade heart-shaped pizza (it barely looks like a heart) and breaks out an expensive bottle of red wine (if you drink). he's honestly really cheesy with the ways he cheers you up, but he's so sweet that it comes off so genuine when he does it—he rubs your feet, brushes your hair, does your skincare for you (he even orders you a few new products online), and even reads to you from your favorite classic poetry book or a new guilty indulgence novel you and your friends are reading together. he watches your expression carefully the entire time to make sure you're enjoying it, and eventually, as you fall asleep to his voice, wrapped tightly in his arms, you forget why you were even upset in the first place.

𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀 tries really hard to cheer you up when you're down, but somehow he always ends up making it worse (don't be too mad at him though, he really tries to be romantic, but he's still learning). his problem is that he always says what he thinks he should say, not what comes from the heart. after a while, when he's confident you love and accept him no matter what, he'll start acting like himself more, rather than reciting the things he's seen in cheesy romance movies. he'll let you cry on his shoulder, and simply threatens to kill whoever pissed you off—and though it's a little harsh, it makes you giggle. he knows just what to say and do after you've been together for a while. his favorite ways to comfort you are watching your favorite shows with you and giving you kisses all over—forehead kisses, neck kisses, you love them all.

𝐅𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀 loves to cook for you when you're feeling down. he's actually a great cook, he's familiar with so many different cuisines, so it's basically an open menu when he asks you what you're in the mood for. he makes you tea to comfort you, runs his fingers through your hair exactly as you like, and showers you with praise and compliments—he'll tell you how good you've been doing in school or at your job, and he'll make sure you know how much better his life is for having you in it. he's so sweet, the type who wishes he could take your pain away, even if it meant putting it on himself instead. he feels it's his job to protect you—you're the most important person in his life, he can't help but get a little sad when he knows you're in a bad mood, but he stays strong and is always a solid shoulder to lean on.

[astrogre]

What gifts to buy for each Venus sign

Christmas is among us, my favourite season and time of the year. Venus is the planet of love, by nature it can display what we like to receive from others but if you don’t know their Venus or the house it’s in you can try to look at the persons Sun sign instead but Venus is ideal.

A gift based on their:

Sun sign will make them feel seen and like you know them well, it will be a gift they may appreciate

Venus sign is all they’ve ever desired it’s the pinnacle of their ideal gift. Especially as Venus represents how we like to receive and experience love

Aries/ 1H Venus

Gym membership, running shoes, thrill seeking experiences like tickets to bungee jumping, rock climbing, a skydiving event, gym outfit, tickets to their favourite artist, tickets to festival, cool lighter, archery classes, tickets to sports games, a shirt with their teams logo or merch from their favourite artists, scissors set, cooking tools, hair styling products like hairspray, hair dye, Fitbit/apple watch, knives set, sports gear, heavy bass headphones, tickets for those room smashing experiences, take them clay pigeon shooting, family destroying board games like Risk or Catan, diy tattoo kit, diy piercing kit, theme park tickets.

Aries Venus are by nature thrill seekers, Aries is ruled by the head and has 1st house influences, they can certainly appreciate something that ignites passion, they are impulsive and quick by nature to pursue what they desire. They need gifts that match their decisive nature and to let out that pent up energy they have in them, I honestly think experiences are the best for them. Or a box of hair dye for their impulsive moments

Taurus/ 2H Venus

Hire a chef or take them to a really good restaurant for a 5 course meal that serves orgasmic food and has impeccable visuals/atmosphere OR you can even arrange a 7 course homemade meal with the finest of recipes! , fine jewellery adorned with a gemstone, culinary experiences, cooking classes, kitchenware, go to fragrantica.com and find a high quality perfume to give, premium home decor, art, antique items, antique furniture, comfortable cosy clothing, hot water bottle, gardening tools, plants, selection of seeds for their garden, diffuser, essential oils, desserts like baklava/ferro rocher, luxury goods, wellness retreat subscription, day at the spa, tea set, comfy velvet winter pillows and bed sheets

Oh my Taurus natives, they know how to break a bank for Christmas and if not they can enjoy luxury on a budget! They enjoy the finer things of life of course Venus ruled, they know how to induge in pleasures and satisfaction. Due to the earthy influence they have a green finger and a natural affinity with plants and gardening, they may love flowers or want to grow plants themselves. Taurus venuses are rather easy to gift, if you know them they usually have a vice, it may be sleep, food or pure laziness, get them something according to their vice and they will treasure it.

Gemini/ 3H Venus

Really cool stationary, Spotify subscription, comedy show tickets, books from their favourite genre, a notebook, Grammarly subscription, cards against humanity board game, Duolingo subscription, multiplayer games, home kit recording studio, language learning stuff, calligraphy classes, kindle, portable car charger, Bluetooth speaker, karaoke machine, suitcase, travel accessories, a musical instrument, sealing wax kit, creative hobby supplies, microphone, podcasting equipment, audio editing software, a car, vr headset, Nintendo online subscription, Netflix/HBO/youtube/crunchyroll subscription

Gemini rules communication, short journeys and social engagement. Blessing these natives with tools to enhance their pleasant hobbies will make them swoon in gratitude, if you want to get them something make it engaging and whimsical. These natives are ruled by mercury and always welcome something that requires the mind.

Cancer/ 4H Venus

A cooking set, baking set, comfort food, commission artwork of the family, family photos, some really nice home decor, a keepsake/musical box adorned with velvets and soft materials that will store sentimental objects, a locket necklace, family recipe book make a recipe book of all their favourite foods and some foods you know they’d like, soft fluffy blanket, the family heirloom, hand crafted quilt, hand painted ceramic mug, animal crossing game, sims 4 game, games relating to the home, bring and fly in family that are far away as a surprise and cook their favourite meal together, household utilities, lush bath products, a personal chef for a day, a personal butler for a day, custom family tree art, ancestry DNA kit (please be careful though once you use them they keep your data and if they get hacked your information is out there), home movie night, comfy slippers and pyjamas, family board games, this christmas make them Christmas dinner this time.

Cancer rules the home and there’s nothing more appreciated by a cancer Venus than things that remind them of this. They are by nature expressive and nurturing, this time let them be pampered!

Leo/ 5H Venus

Hair care products, gift card for their favorite store, make them an edit no joke like a TikTok edit that makes them look really cool, one of those light up mirrors or a pretty handheld one if they don’t have one already, book them a photoshoot together if they don’t like the camera maybe post them on your social media and show affection for these bold natives, theatre tickets, bold sunglasses, luxury watch, good jewellery, VIP experiences like backstage passes or reservation to exclusive invite only restaurants, designer clothing that is a prestigious brand they love, commission style artwork, make them a playlist of songs that reminds you of them, fine wine, personalised fragrance creation that allows them to create their own signature fragrance, personalised makeup makeover, hire a stylist for them

A perfect gift for Leo’s need to have an element of self expression, luxury and incorporate their personality that garners attention from peers. They need a gift that makes them feel special, something tailored specifically for them that cannot be gifted to anyone else. Personalised gifts do well either this placement too. When I think of these natives I just think of that Meghan Trainor music video “Me Too” watch that and you’ll get their vibe.

Virgo/ 6H Venus

Skincare products, a blender for smoothies, lots of cleaning products, multi purpose aesthetic storage containers, Quora or chat gpt subscription (these guys like to be well informed), give them scientifically researched bath products that have all that vitamin breakdown qualities, make them a notion template to help them plan, quality office supplies like a desk organiser or chair, practical fitness gear like a yoga mat, a fitness tracker, get them a personal nutritionist, tailored meal prep services, bookshelf organiser system, a stylish briefcase, home office makeover (BUT PLEASE GET THEIR PERMISSION FIRST), online course subscription, digital subscription to news feed, you can never go wrong with practical things, an ikea haul, Costco membership, minimalist decor, multi vitamins, a precision watch, set of labelling and sorting tools, a neat tidy chess board, get them a nice little pet, honestly for some reason whenever I think of Virgos I think of matcha. Get them something matcha based.

Virgo Venus natives need gifts that resemble their routine and organisation, they can be rather difficult to purchase for since they have such a specific taste in mind. Gift cards are practical for them but they really need something that allows them to be more prepared. Take them out for comparison price shopping like say if you want to get them a sofa tell them you’ll take them out to Costco, Amazon, ikea, and compare the best ones. They are also very clean and efficient.

Libra Venus/ 7H Venus

Trending Make up like the fenty hot chocolit heat lip gloss, Korean skincare products, beautiful piece of art, a wedding ring 😏, bouquet of flowers, take them to a beautiful botanical garden, fashionable accessories like a silk scarf, books and courses on design, take them to a couples romantic date, a couples workshop, write them a love letter, museum date, tickets to an art exhibition, fine dining, an astrology synastry reading, if they’re single set up a blind date with someone who you KNOW they would like (make sure they’re handsome/pretty), couples retreat, love coach Patreon subscription, pottery/painting classes, relationship podcast subscription, relationship psychology books, fine fragrance/cologne

Libra is ruled by Venus and 7th house, all things related to love beauty and pleasure align with this native, even if they are single they have a natural gift for delving into relationships. Make sure that whatever gift you give them it is pleasing and sensual

Scorpio/ 8H Venus

Intimate gifts, a psychological crime documentary playlist like Epstein island documentary or YouTubers who speak of renowned cult leaders, personalised astrology reading, a dark seductive fragrance, dark artwork, dominance and submission guide book, shadow work journal with a lock on it, dark poetry and literature, escape room adventure tickets, monopoly game, dungeons and dragons game equipment, bdsm accessories, personalised erotic art, leather/latex clothing, bonding activities, empowering books like 48 Laws of Power, martial arts training, taxidermy, personal development workshops, intense workout equipment like a punching bag, chess, daggers, locks on their door or for their belongings like installing a lock for their drawers, buy them a ring camera and subscription, wine tasting experience

Give them something sultry and deep, it has to be psychological and empowering. They are not impressed by superficial gifts that mean nothing to them. They really like gifts that allow them to explore their nature and the darker aspects of existence.

Sagittarius/ 9H Venus

A scratch off map that allows you to scratch off countries you’ve been to, a surprise holiday where you take them abroad, Duolingo subscription, a wanderlust journal for them to document their experiences, passport accessories, an electric guitar, drums, take them to a fireworks display or do one at home for them, a telescope, a drone, binoculars, philosophical books or religious books based on their own beliefs and religion, running shoes, horse riding in the sunset experience, musical instruments, motivational and positive affirmations book or make some for them yourself, a book collection of all their motivational and positive messages they have said, a compass, pay for their tuition for a course they’ve always wanted, traveling stuff like suitcases, pillow for travelling, a portable flask, a disposable camera, a Polaroid camera, a tent, tickets to a cultural festival, hiking gear, skiing gear, camping gear, sketchbook, a donation in their name

Sagittarius Venus and 9H venuses love the concept of exploration whether it be in the mind or physically, the best gift you could give them is one that allows them to take in so much culture, information and experiences.

Capricorn/ 10H Venus

Customisable credit card (CUCU is a good site for this), a nice power suit like business attire, vintage pocket calculator, cufflinks or a tie, formal shoes, pay for their CV to be analysed by professionals in their industry, elegant timeless clothing and jewellery, make them business cards, get them a corporate slave (an assistant will do), pay for business class flights for their next trip abroad, project management courses, tickets to Ted Talk event, take them to and big them up at networking and entrepreneurial opportunities, a sleek desk, submit their work for trophies and awards, quality furniture, Starbucks or their fave coffee place gift cards, a fountain pen, personalised desk name plate, professional photoshoot, designer accessories like a Swiss watch, leather wallet, cheque book, pay for a professional calligrapher to design their signature, time management software

Our sweet cap Venuses and 10Hers need their professional acknowledgment, give them anything timeless and a way for them to better themselves. They love being the best of the best so give them things that support their ambitions.

Aquarius/ 11H Venus

A 3D printer, high tech phone, a gamer console, smart home device like Alexa, chat gpt subscription, AI art pieces of them, rubix cube, VR headset, bespoke one of a kind art piece, tickets to a science technology conference or musem, networking events, phone case, futuristic home decor, membership to an niche club their interested in, mini indoor garden like a plant terrarium, pay for an astronomy stargazing experience for them, alt clothing, goal setting journal, a camaraderie for their friendships can be a bracelet for an example, tickets to a unique workshop according to their niche interests, video editing software, a unique invention prototype for the industry their interested in say if it were cars then a mini Tesla or something, volunteer together, design software, film festival tickets, social cause merchandise, unique fashion piece, astronomy kit, an AI boyfriend or girlfriend, take them a Ted talk.

Always remember the specific niche interests of these natives they like things that are very niche and so sometimes asking them is actually the best thing to do. But make sure it’s something they’re passionate about not all of these natives live tech but they certainly are innovative.

Pisces/ 12H Venus

Seashell necklace, watercolour paints, fantasy book collection, their favourite mangas, handmade artwork, stained glass window art, dream interpretation book, flowerpedia book, vinyls, yoga mat, contact lenses, tickets to their favourite artist like mitski or the sort, create a playlist for them that’s about fantasy and imagination, they might like Disney consider taking them to Disneyland, windchime, subscription to mindfulness app, astrology book, go to the aquarium together, windchimes, art supplies, a dream journal, sound healing instruments, pay for their spiritual retreat, zen garden decor, a mystical music box, water fountain, take them to a mesmerising body of water, prayer mats, diary, write them a heartfelt letter of how amazing they are, take them to a nature retreat, wearable art

Dreamy imaginative gifts would be perfect for these people, they need gifts that allow them to appreciate their escape world where they have a reality that’s just better than here. Give them things that are as beautiful as their inner world.

[shaylixie]

Eminem giving reader princess treatment (i feel like he wouldn’t even realise it💀) and everyone around them reacting to it, even online

Marshall Mathers Headcanons:

Him treating you like a princess.💕✨️👑

Kissing the back of your hand.

Always opening the door for you and stepping aside.

Taking your hand as you step out of the car.

Hugging you from behind with his hands splayed out on your lower stomach, kissing the back of your ear and your neck.

Taking your heels off for you after a long day.

Absentmindedly massaging your feet while you rest them in his lap and talk to him about your day.

Buying you sweet little gifts that make him think of you and that he thinks you'd like.

Carrying all the bags whenever you go shopping.

Paying for you.

Calling you "Princess." It started sarcastically but stuck when he noticed how giddy the nickname made you.

Spontaneously buying you flowers, "just because."

Carrying your heels for you after a night out and tying the backup sneakers he brought for you just for this moment.

Kissing you everywhere always because he can.

Cuddling you whenever he gets a chance.

Basically, he just can't keep his hands off of you.

Plans dates for the two of you.

Goes out of his way to drop you off at work and pick you up when he can.

Carries you over puddles just to make you laugh at the dramatic cheesiness of it.

Making it a point to fasten your necklace on you, brushing the nape of your neck as he drapes your hair to the side.

Being obsessed with you.

Surprising you with soaps & perfumes & body scrubs & face masks & lotions that he thinks you'll love...and that he wants to smell on you.

Resting his hand on your knee.

Being so so so in love with you.

eminemnews

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eminemnews Eminem spotted with Chanel and Lush bags - most likely for his rumoured girlfriend.

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shadystan I never thought I'd see the day where Eminem is seen carrying Chanel of all things 😆

slimisshady don't forget the Lush 🤣

marshalllovesme You can just tell he treats her like a princess!! 😩😍

50cent @eminem oh boy u whipped whipped! 😆🤝

[ghost-proofbaby]

I’m so glad you liked the jokes!

(I though they were hilarious because my sense of humor is nothing if not bad dad jokes, puns, and sarcasm. But I can’t even take credit for them because I found them online haha)

For the blurb idk if you intended for me to ask for something specific or not but I kinda just want to see what you’ll come up with if that’s okay? I feel like any idea you had would be better than mine anyway lol. Up to you really on whether or not you already have ideas or need some help. ♥️

the jokes were so so good i loved them truly. my sense of humor is the exact same way. and oh bless your soul for letting my mind run wild. i present to you all an idea that literally sent me feral, in which you've got some new perfumes and eddie is a blind idiot.

warnings: fem!reader, reader is very vaguely described as having hair that is at least shoulder length as well as buying items such as bras perfumes and chapsticks, hints at sexual themes but no actual smut, neck kissing and just good old fashioned kissing happens, eddie is kind of a perv? a little bit? also, not edited (what's new?) minors dni.

wc: 4.1k+ (i got a little carried away)

“Smell this.” 

The demand is paired with a sudden wrist in Eddie’s face that nearly has him falling off the bed. 

“Excuse me?” 

You and Eddie had been best friends for a while now. Since that first week of freshman year. Eddie, in all his awkward glory, had leaned up from his seat behind you in Mrs. Damon’s first hour English class, stabbed you right in the shoulder blade with a dully sharpened pencil just to inform you that he liked your shirt. You, in all your teacher’s pet façade, had only shushed him harshly and glared before turning back around. But some time between the ice breakers and the saving grace of the first bell of what would be a long high school career, you’d decided you would address him before you’d scurried out of that classroom and thank him. But not before you’d informed him that you didn’t even know the band displayed, had just thrifted the shirt for looking cool, and had unknowingly sent Eddie on a mission to educate you in the glory of his favorite band. 

And nearly six years later, he was still on that mission. You were stubborn and had sworn loyalty to Fleetwood Mac before Eddie and Metallica had ever even stood a chance. 

He doesn’t mind. He’d listen to the Rumors album on repeat for the rest of his days if it meant he always ended up in this position at the end of the day — in his room, on his bed, lounging with you to pass the time. 

Your wrist is still held up dangerously close to Eddie’s face in the present day, a look of determination and contemplation overtaking you, “Smell. My. Wrist.” 

Six years is a long time to grow comfortable with someone. And, in Eddie’s case, fall in love with your best friend. 

“I’m not smelling your wrist, weirdo,” he mumbles as he swats your hand away, squinting at the way you were perched on your knees as they sunk into his mattress. He had been halfway to a much needed nap before you had lost interest in whatever magazine you’d been reading, “Why do you even need me to? What didja do to it?” 

His words are still half slurring from fatigue. If he cuts off your pestering strategically enough, he might still achieve that nap his heavy bones so desperately yearned for. 

You readjust yourself, flopping down to sit beside Eddie with your legs stretched out as he lifts himself up. Shoulder to shoulder, calf along calf, the two of you prop your backs against his warm bedroom wall, “I went to Starcourt yesterday with Nancy and bought some new perfumes-“

“Perfumes?” he wrinkles his nose, “Plural?” 

He would have sworn he’d have noticed a new perfume, but these days, he’d been trying to put some restraint on his pathetic crush. Tried to tame the yearning inside of him, which meant less indulging in things like sniffing the air like a freakish dog whenever you entered a room just to drink in the smell of you that had brought him so much comfort over the years. Less letting his eyes linger on the straps of the bras you’d started wearing more of since you’d begun to hang out more with the likes of Nancy Wheeler, who had been single-handedly teaching you how to be a girl in a way Eddie had never witnessed from you. 

You’d wasted most of your critical youth surrounded by boys, by Eddie. Go figure that Wheeler was jumping at the opportunity to mold a blank canvas.

“Yes, I bought perfumes, plural, as in multiple- oh, don’t give me that look, Munson,” you scowl when he makes a face, wrinkles forming adorably between your brows. (Brows he was pretty sure Nancy had plucked for you last weekend, but again — Eddie wasn’t supposed to notice those things anymore. Tampering the crush, or whatever idiotic goal he had set for himself.), “They were on a BOGO sale. Bite me. Anyways, I got these new perfumes, and one of the ladies was telling me and Nance how you should layer your scents. Which, God, doesn’t that sound ridiculous?”

Eddie hums, eyebrows raised skeptically at where this rambling was going.

“So I bought these scents that she said might pair well together. But then, she was talking about body chemistry and-“ you cut yourself off, clearly realizing how boring this topic might be to someone like Eddie who hadn’t even picked out his own drugstore cologne (you had), “Listen, just… just stop questioning it and smell my wrist.” 

Once again, you hold your arm out in front of Eddie’s now softening face. He’s holding his breath, which he hopes you don’t notice, as he weighs his options.

Smell your wrist, probably subjecting himself to a terrible sort of pain when he realizes he'd much rather be placing feathery kisses there before moving onto your knuckles as he holds your hand. Or deny you, possibly hurt your feelings or offend you as he brushes this off as another girly thing he wanted nothing to do with. 

The fleeting image of your face if he were to reject you in this moment is enough to make his choice for him.

He never could say no to you.

“What am I even supposed to be smelling it for?” he grumbles as he reaches out and grabs your forearm, opting that safer territory than your hand as he guided your skin closer to him, “Like, I’m not a scents expert, sweet-“

Oh. 

Eddie’s brain short circuits as the tip of his nose brushes your soft skin. The pet name dies on his tongue, the inhale through his nose cutting off just as suddenly. 

Oh, God. Oh, fuck. 

He already knows he's a sucker for you, a dog with a bone when it comes to your presence and attention. He already relished in your old perfume's scent and the way it would cling to a room, lingering on his sheets when you’d sleep over after a movie night gone too late. When you’d borrow his Hellfire shirt and return it without washing it, leaving the collar tainted with sweetness and enough undertones of vanilla to make a chasm within him yearn terribly. 

But this new perfume, perfumes technically, were something different. They weren’t the same as the body spray you’d been using every day since freshman year. They were deeper, more complicated, more womanly than he had prepared himself for.

“Does it… does it smell good?” you meekly ask him, suddenly going shy at his frozen state, “Like, is it working with my… my own smell? Sometimes perfumes smell good on their own but don’t work with your body’s chemistry, that’s what the lady had been explaining to me and Nan-“

“It’s working.” 

It’s all he can manage to choke out as he lets go of your arm so that it falls away and takes the sweet smells with it. 

God, it was working.

Eddie felt more embarrassed than he had that first month of puberty, when he was just discovering girls and noticing the stretch of t-shirts over chests. He felt even more affected than the first time he’d let his eyes wander over the back of Cheryl T’s thighs the last day of eighth grade, and discovered the wonders of an ass’ curve. 

All his blood would not be rushing south. No. Absolutely not. He wouldn’t allow it, not when he was fully grown and should have some self-control, and certainly not when he was wearing his thinnest pair of boxers with grey fucking sweatpants. 

Your eyes are wide with innocence, or at least what he hopes is innocence, “Really? It smells good?”

He has to clear his throat before he can properly reply, “‘s good, yeah. It, uh, yeah. Smells good.” 

Think of naked grandmas. Think of kicked puppies. Think of literally anything except her soft ski-

“Awesome!” you’re suddenly sitting crisscross beside him, facing him fully, “Okay, that’s- awesome. Cool. Cool, cool, cool,” were you just as flustered as he was? Was he reading this wrong? “The lady actually told us - okay, I know it’s stupid and boring so bear with me - but she told us to put them on all our pulse points. So that way, it… uh… it makes the perfume last longer.” 

He can’t get the smell out of his nose. Something so sweet, something so enticing, something so… you. The perfumes were fancy, but somehow, they were you. Smells of summer and spring and tooth-aching sweetness that was driving Eddie mad.

He’ll never be able to let you sleep in his bed again. He doesn’t want to consider what shameful, hormone-fueled decisions he would make if he had to experience his pillow smelling like that even when you were long gone. 

Get it together, Munson. 

“Makes sense,” he lies, still struggling to get his tongue to function properly. All he’s thinking about is trailing it over that sweet spot on your wrist now, lips sucking on every inch of skin you currently had exposed- Naked grandmas. Kicked puppies, “Is that all you needed? Can I take a nap now?” 

Hell, he’s torn between wanting you to stay and ushering you out of his trailer so he can have a few moments alone. Weighing the risks of escaping to the bathroom for a few minutes too long just to get his problem under control. 

He’s twenty, not fifteen. A girl’s perfume should not be affecting him this way. 

Your face falls ever so slightly, “Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry. Like I said, I know it’s boring-“

“It’s not boring,” he interrupts, realizing that he’s mere seconds away from genuinely hurting your feelings. Or perhaps he’s already there, having been a complete idiot. He still remembers your face the day he’d contained his reaction to your new bra — how he’d gone into autopilot and snapped the strap like some little boy on the playground just to play off how flustered it made him. You hadn’t admitted it to him, but his reaction had hurt you. He wouldn’t make the same mistake twice, “The whole science behind it — it sounds pretty cool, honestly.” 

Nothing that made you so excited, so giddy, could ever be boring to him. He loved seeing you buzz with your emotions and expectancy. He just didn’t love the way his heart and mind seemed to run with every single, little, goddamn bone you tossed him. 

You were his best friend. He shouldn’t think of you like that. He couldn’t. 

“It is,” you light back up in the slightest, saucer eyes boring into his again. Not quite as animated as before, but not quite as deflated as you had been heading, “Actually- Can I ask another favor?”

Anything. 

“Sure, sweetheart,” his heart had finally slowed its pace, the reigns back in his control as the perfume lingered in the air but didn’t overwhelm him, “What’s up?” 

“So… the wrists aren’t the only pulse points you’re supposed to wear perfume on.” 

Oh, God. Where were you going with this?

“No?” he tries to tease, tries to smile at you. It’s fruitless — his heart has begun to pound again, “I sure hope it wouldn’t be. I mean, blood kind of rushes everywhere, isn’t that the point-“ 

“The neck,” you blurt out, making the rest of Eddie’s sentence disappear into the air, “The, uh, the neck is the other place. Well, not just the neck, it’s…” you trail off, twiddling with your thumbs for a second before you lift a hand to gather away any stray hairs from curtaining the side of your neck. You even go so far as to secure the hand behind your ear, “Behind the ears. You’re supposed to spray it behind your ears, too.”

“Okay…” he enunciates slowly, resisting the urge to bite his lip as he starts to catch up with where you’re going with this, and desperately hoping that he’s wrong. 

“Can you… Would you…” you pause and take a deep breath, eyes shutting for a second. When you open the back up, a new wave of determination is set around your pupils, “Eddie, can you smell my neck?” 

What sort of sick, twisted, wet dream am I living in right now? 

Eddie is suddenly convinced you never interrupted his attempt at a nap. He’s asleep right now, soundly curled into himself, and you’re still lounging casually with your magazine on the other side of his bed. That must be it, because there’s no way you’re actually offering him to press himself so closely into your vicinity as he’s only ever dreamed of. 

“What?” he weakly questions. 

If this is a dream, dear God, don’t let me wake up. 

“Can you smell my neck?” you repeat yourself with a little more confidence before pulling your best puppy dog eyes, “I just- I want to make sure it smells good. Everywhere.”  

Damn Nancy Wheeler for whatever journey of self-discovery she’d sent you on. Damn her, and damn the perfume lady, and damn Eddie for reaping such benefits. 

He should say no. He should really, really say no. 

He’s wearing goddamn grey sweatpants, he should say no. 

“S-Sure.” 

Famous last words. 

Your hair has already been moved, making it easier for Eddie when he leans forward at his waist. You lean in as well, jutting out your chin and angling your neck for his taking. 

It’s such a bad idea. 

The tip of his nose is bumping your skin again as his eyes flutter shut. He’s trying so hard to contain himself, to not make a fool of himself. But when he feels that softness again, when he’s being unraveled by warm notes of vanilla and patchouli, deep breaths of apple blossom of blackberry – he just breaks. 

He doesn’t realize that his lips have joined his nose in brushing up against your sweet spot until he hears you let out a shaky gasp, one that almost resembles a whine. 

His reaction should be to pull back. He should remove himself, apologize for going too far, stop before he’s fallen off the cliff himself. He doesn’t. 

Instead, he takes a moment of stillness as his head reels, overcome in the smell of your new perfume again and ears straining relentlessly to seek out another one of those pretty sounds. 

He wants to hear it again. He needs to know if it was a moan or a gasp, or nothing more than a ticklish breath. 

His lips pucker with intention this time. His nose trails up behind your ear, taking in the full bodied scent of the perfume on the skin as he places another chaste kiss against your pulse.

It’s racing. Your heartbeat is goddamn racing. 

The moment his lips connect, another gasp sounds. A sharp intake of breath that whistles so sweetly to his ears before you’re exhaling with a proper, albeit quiet, whimper. 

No amount of naked grandmas or kicked puppies can save him now. He’s a goner – he’s been a goner – and he leaps off that cliff full force now as he leans back and out of your space. 

Your eyes are shut. Eyelashes fluttering prettily, just barely brushing the skin beneath your eyes. 

He almost whispers out a gentle sweetheart as he stays close enough for you to feel his breath on that very same cheek, but when your eyes finally do open to meet his, he can’t get a single word out before his body moves to its own accord. 

His lips press to yours before he can overthink it.

He waits for the inevitable – for you to freeze up against him, for you to shove him off, for you to curse him out. He shouldn’t have done that. He should’ve asked for permission, he should have had more self-control. 

But you don’t. Instead, you take him by surprise and you kiss him back.

Instantly, without an inch of hesitation, your lips work in tangent with his. Parting and welcoming him as if they had been waiting for this moment longer than he could comprehend. Pressing back with just as much, if not more fervency as his do. You match his desperation every step of the way until you’ve both exhausted all the breath inside your lungs. He has no choice but to pull back, to part from you and gulp in oxygen before he makes any more bad decisions. 

Lord know he’s full of them when he’s suddenly gazing into your glossy eyes. 

“I’m sorry-” he immediately rushes out to apologize, but a sharp shake of your head halts him. 

“Don’t be,” you whisper, “I… Do it again.”

“What?” 

“Kiss me again. Please.”

Eddie isn’t in the business of making you beg; he never really can say no to you. 

He kisses you again. And again. And again. A collage of pecks and soft slipping, tasting your chapstick and somehow moving the two of you so that he’s back to his original position with his back against the wall, and you now straddling his lap. You hover, completely unaware of how much you’re affecting him. When you let his tongue slip into your mouth without any bartering, he ends up letting out a moan that slips right down your throat. His hands are still so hesitant, but when you reach down and encourage his palms to engulf wherever they please, he’s on a mission of exploration. Soft caresses to your thighs, from the ditch of your bent knees to the skin hardly hidden beneath the hem of your lounge shorts. They wind their way up the pathways of your hips, squeezing at the soft give of the flesh there before he continues upwards. Up, up, up – until they find home in the curve of your waist, wrapping his arms around you and tugging you impossibly close. 

That damn perfume doesn’t just linger, not anymore. With you pressed against him, with the way he’s wound so tightly around you, it drowns him. Vanilla, coffee, blackberry, apple blossoms. A multitude of scents he’s sure his plain nose can’t even pick up on, and that he doesn’t really care to name. All he cares about is the smell of you. Something new and something fancy, but so very you. 

“I-” you break from the kiss, “Can’t-” you smack another one on him, beginning to take initiative, “Believe-” the next one misses his mouth, hardly landing against the upturned corner, “It took-” your final kiss lands on his dimple before you pull back fully and cup his hands within your palms, still hovering and straddling his waist, “A stupid fucking perfume ruse to get you to kiss me.”

He’s lovedrunk, all slow blinks and dumb-founded smile as he looks up at you, hardly processing the words, “What do you mean?” 

“I mean,” you squeeze his cheeks a little tighter in your touch, “I can’t believe I had to pull that whole stupid act of fluttering my lashes and oh, Eddie, can you smell my perfume for me? To make sure it smells good? To finally get you to just do something.” 

His head clears a little as the ghost of your kiss still buzzes on his lips, “Wait- what?” 

Your palms slide away, scratching at what scruff has gathered across his jaw line before your hands fully fall away, “You made me act like a damn fool, Eddie Munson.”

“It was all just an act?” 

“I can’t believe you were so oblivious.”

“You only made me do that so I’d kiss you?” 

“That,” you shrug, curling your hands into fists and gingerly placing them on his chest as his arms untangle from you slightly, only his knuckles resting on your waist now, “And the bra thing. And the whole thing when I bought all those chapsticks and couldn’t pick a favorite flavor.”

“They all tasted good,” he says, confused as he peers up at your faux annoyance, “I even tried them on for you-”

“I didn’t want you to try them on,” you whine, letting a few breathy laughs slip as you sit back, resting your weight entirely on his thighs and narrowly missing his boner you surely hadn’t noticed yet, “I wanted you to taste them off of me. I wanted you to make me put each one on, and kiss me stupid before you’d demand that I move onto the next one. I wanted to be the one to get your lips all sticky, not the fucking chapstick tubes themselves.”

“You-” Eddie’s mouth drops wide open, nearly wider than his eyes, “Hold on, you only brought that up so I’d fucking kiss you?” 

You nod as if it had been obvious, grinning wildly now, “God, you’re dense, Munson. I kept telling Nancy you’d figure it out eventually-”

“What does Nancy have to do with this?” 

“Nancy has been trying to help me concoct ways to get you to grow the balls and kiss me for months now. Although, to be fair, the bra thing had been Steve’s idea.” 

“Harrington?” Eddie gasps out in disbelief as you only throw your head back in laughter. It’s a beautiful sound, one that makes Eddie’s heart race even more painfully than the perfume had, “You went to Harrington for advice about me?”

When you lift your head back up to look at him, you’re all soft smiles and delighted eyes as you quietly admit, “I was getting kind of desperate here.” 

His chest heaves, finger unfurling from around your waist. 

“I was starting to think maybe you just didn’t like me bac-”

Without warning, Eddie’s hands are gripping your hips and he’s flipping positions, pinning you beneath him. He can’t wrap his head around it. You’d been wanting him to kiss you all this time. And he’d been a blind idiot. Snapping your bra straps, stealing away chapsticks and applying them himself when this entire time, he could have been living out his wildest fantasies. 

He doesn’t give you a chance to say anything more as he begins to attack you with kisses. One for every missed opportunity. No expanse of skin goes untouched as they graze over your lips, your cheeks, your chin, your neck – anywhere Eddie can access feels the pressure of his eagerness. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he curses himself over your giggles, coming up for air just to stare at you, “I could have- Oh my God. Sweetheart, I’m such a fucking idiot.” 

“You are,” you agree breathlessly with aching cheeks, “God, you are.” 

He balances himself on his forearms as he stays lifted above you, his hair forming a curtain to cut the two of you off from the rest of the world. 

You’re beautiful. Even more beautiful than that first day he’d met you in class, when you’d shushed him and all he did in return was make absolute heart eyes at you. 

His best friend. The person he’d be yearning and pining for for six long years. Who had been trying to get him to kiss her for over six months now. 

“I like you,” you confess, not breaking eye contact as a hand comes up to his cheek. He’s quick to turn his head, to let your palm press against him as he presses a kiss to your inner wrist, the perfume engulfing him again, “In case that wasn’t obvious.” 

He swallows hard, letting his lips remove themselves slowly from your skin and his nose to linger as it presses into the smooth skin, “I like you, too. Have for a few years now.”

“A few?”

“Okay, yeah- the whole time,” his words pull a wider grin from you, “Don’t look so smug. I’m not letting you live down this whole perfume bullshit scheme.” 

“And I’m not letting you live down going feral over some overpriced scented oils,” you retort, your cute snort cut short as your breath catches when he kisses your wrist again, “In all seriousness, though… Do you really think it smells good?” 

He takes the opportunity to finally lower his hips. Just enough so that his crotch is brushing against your inner thigh, “Yeah, I think you could say I think they smell very good.” 

Your hand travels back, caressing at his ear and sending a shiver down his spine before both of them latch behind his neck, prepared to pull him down into a kiss, “You got hard over some new perfumes, Munson? God, you’re easy.” 

“I am,” he doesn’t fight it as he lets you, not gravity, tug him downwards, “I am so easy when it comes to you, baby.” 

“Good thing I’m wearing one of those new bras, then,” you muse, placing far too quick of a kiss for his liking onto his lips before you tug him a bit lower, burying his face back in the side of your neck as you whisper in his ear, “Prove it.” 

Eddie should probably send a thank you card to Nancy Wheeler and the mall’s perfume lady. Not Harrington, though. Never Steve Harrington.

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ romanticist by yves tumor ࿐ྂ

reo mikage x fem!reader

content: you fell sick and reo spoils you with acts of service, helping you with every little thing - feeding you, cooking for you, etc. mentions of nagi a bit cause what is reo without nagi and vice versa :3

ari's note: plsplspls man's so in love w u that he wants nothing but ur comfort and safety. he prioritises you over anyone, himself included :( he's so cute omd i love him sm

waking up from your slumber, you felt feverish. your body feeling hot but cold at the same time. shuffling around your bed, you reached for your phone on your bedside table, it was already 11am.

that explains the hundreds of messages from your beloved boyfriend, reo mikage.

"y/n??? whr r u?? r u ok?? not coming to school?" were some of his texts.

you were so sick, that you didn't even wake up for school despite the hundreds of alarms you had set the night before. groaning in pain, you sat up and texted back.

"sick, i overslept. not coming to school :,) sorry reo ily"

you hit send and used all your strength to get up and go to the kitchen to find a thermometer and medicine. the floor was cold, the sun was shining in through your windows. as you were searching the kitchen cabinets, your phone pinged multiple times. they were all texts from reo.

"omg ok :( i miss u alr im pretty sure nagi misses u too lolol i'll come over after school to look after u mkay" he texted.

after a few hours of loneliness and quiet, there was a knock on your door. you were cuddled up alone on your couch, watching a movie. medicine, water and other snacks were on the coffee table in front of you within your reach. you didn't move much, only getting up throughout the day to go to the bathroom or to get more snacks from the kitchen.

keys jingled and your door opened, revealing your lovely purple-haired boyfriend. with him was some plastic bags full of food and other items he deemed necessary for your recovery.

"helloooo, my looove! i missed you so much! how are you feeling?" he asked, cheering as he kicked his shoes off and placed them neatly on the shoe rack. he made his way over to you, dropping the bags on the floor and cupping your face, leaning down to press a soft kiss on your nose - to which you scrunched your nose at.

reo loved to kiss your nose, he thinks it's so cute and intimate.

you leaned into his touch, happy that he's finally here to pamper you.

"i missed you too, reo. i'm still a little sick, but i already ate some medicine so the fever is dying down. i've just been resting here."

he let go of your face and grabbed the plastic bags he had dropped earlier, then proceeding to sit beside you on the couch, "i brought you your favourites! and some of my old clothes for you to wear since i know you love to wear my clothes. you even choose to wear my clothes over expensive designer clothes!"

it was true, reo loved to buy you expensive clothes, perfumes, shoes, bags, and whatnot. he loved to spoil you. and you were beyond thankful for it, but you ultimately loved his clothes because, well, they were his, and they smelled like him.

your eyes brightened at the snacks he brought. but more importantly, you were happy your boyfriend was so caring.

reo's eyes directed to the ramen cup noodles in front of you on the coffee table. his eyes widened in horror.

"have you only been eating ramen noodles since you woke up?" he glanced at the clock, "it's already 6pm. you've been eating noodles for the past 6 hours?!" he gasped.

you giggled at his dramatic reaction.

"no, this won't do. i'll cook something for you, okay? what do you feel like eating?" he asked urgently. he was truly like a mother.

"hmm, ramen." you teased and he pouted, "noooo, my love. you need food, not instant noodles."

"i'll cook you some curry and rice. i saw a recipe online recently, i can try making it for you.” he pondered to himself.

reo gave you a kiss on the nose again before getting up to cook the curry in your kitchen. he practically lived here, he knew where all the ingredients are and where the pots and pans are. he lived in an expensive home with his parents, a lovely house that many people dreamed of living in - but at the end of the day, to him, home is wherever you are.

and right now, he felt so domestic, cooking for his sick girlfriend and doing her chores like washing dishes. the tv show you were watching was blaring in the background as reo cooked in your open theme kitchen which was conveniently placed next to the living room where you were. the layout of the room allowed him to keep an eye on you as he cooked.

soon, the aroma of curry filled the house and you perked up from your seat on the couch, seeing reo’s back facing you as he washed the pots and spoons he used.

he looked so manly. his shoulders were broad, and he was very tall. his hair was tied back into a bun, and the black shirt he wore was almost a size too small for his toned body. his clothes and demeanour completely opposed the silly pink apron he had tied around his waist. you found yourself staring in awe at his back. your heart fluttered.

you found yourself unconsciously getting up from your seat on the couch. the blanket that wrapped your body long discarded. you made your way over to where he was standing in the kitchen and slowly wrapped your hands around his waist. he jolted in surprise.

“woah, you scared me. you okay?” he asked after realising it was you. he resumed washing the dishes and continued to let you embrace him.

“i’m okay. i just wanted your warmth.” you mumbled against his back. reo’s breath hitched a little at the sudden confession, but he secretly liked it - he liked everything that’s going on right now. you hugging him, inhaling his scent, arms wrapped around his waist. having you so close to him where he can practically hear how loud your heart was beating from this intimacy you shared.

the two of you stayed like that until reo was done with washing the dishes. he dried his hands on a dry cloth and turned around to face you.

your hands were still locked around his waist. he looked down at you, with a dreamy look on his face. you looked up, chin resting against his chest and he couldn’t help but giggle at how cute you looked right now in his eyes.

“eat, okay? while the curry is still warm.” he flashed a smile at you and your heart fluttered.

reo is so handsome, you thought.

he instructed you to sit on the couch while he prepared you a portion of the food he had cooked. soon, he walked to you with one bowl in hand and took a seat on the couch.

“here. aaaaahhh,” he said as he took a spoonful of rice and curry, bringing it to your lips.

“reo? what are you doing? i can feed myself.” you giggled, leaning away from his hand. he raised an eyebrow, as if what he was doing is obvious. like you should know what he’s doing.

“what else am i doing? i’m feeding my lovely beautiful girlfriend who’s sick and needs my attention, of course!” he answered, “now c’mon! open up!” he insisted raising the spook to your lips again.

you chuckled and let him feed you. it wasn’t rare for reo to feed you - even when you’re in the pink of health, he always insisted on feeding you.

“at least let me feed you the first bite, then you can eat on your own.” he would say everytime he cooked for you.

now, you were focused on the present moment, treasuring this time when he fed you, cooing at you like you’re a baby - his baby. he just loved taking care of you.

after you had finished your meal, he put the bowl in the sink and cleared up the table in front of you - even sweeping the floor and taking out the trash.

“alright, my love. it’s 9pm, time to go to sleep.” he mumbled, seeing you nod off to sleep on the couch.

he picked you up bridal style and carried you to your bedroom, where he gently placed you down. he kissed your forehead and your nose, whispering “good night” and was about to leave the room to clean the kitchen some more until he felt you tug on the hem of his shirt.

“reo… please stay..” you muttered, half asleep but still wary of your surroundings.

“love, i need to clean the kitchen and wash up. i’ll join you when i’m done, ‘kay?” he replied softly, to which you whined at.

“hm, if you really insist,” he said, trying to act nonchalant - but it was no secret he enjoyed being needed by you, it was evident by the blush on his face. but of course, you didn’t need to know that. it’s not like you’ll know anyway, the room was dark. the only source of light was from the hallway that creeped into your room through the gap, and from the moonlight that seeped in through the window. you weren’t even conscious enough to notice the red on his cheeks and ears.

reo found himself tangled in bed with you, feeling you curl up against him. he found himself patting your back rhythmically, almost like patting a baby to sleep. well, you were his baby either way. he felt so ecstatic now, cherishing this moment with you. the soft snores that escaped your lips, the sound of your breathing, your hair that tickled his face and neck, everything about you, he absolutely cherished and loved.

in the comfort of the night, reo couldn’t help but fall asleep with you. you are his home, after all.

reo felt so incredibly lucky to have the honours of taking care of you. but the truth is, you felt even luckier to have a caring and kind boyfriend like him.

end.

[coqxettee]

How to be like

🧁 Cat Valentine 🎀

Tips on how to be like the cutest, pink, sugar frosting girl in the whole wide world.

Cat Valentine!! 🍭💖👄🌸🍰💝🍥

MORNING: ☀️ Start every day with a positive attitude! Cat is fun loving, free spirited and sweet. Wake up and put on your snuggliest, pinkest, fluffiest pyjamas! Snuggle with a stuffe in bed for a while and read a book/check your phone to wake you up 💘

Try and always be in your own world. Cheery and optimistic as possible 💘

Eat sweet, sugary cereal for breakfast! I imagine cat likes lucky charms and have it with some chocolate milk! 🌈

Have a shower and use the sugariest, sweetest shower gel, body lotion and products you can find 🧁 We want to smell like a cupcake all day long, so make sure you use a body cream, hand cream, body sprays/perfume and a lip balm so you radiate cotton candy energy all day 💘

WARDROBE:🎀 ANYTHING pink! Floral print, denim jeans, pink zip-up hoodies, flats & pumps, floral dresses, pink mesh skirts, peplum tops, pink tanks, cardigans, tracksuits, anything with frills and lace, babydoll dresses and anything that gives a soft, vintage, feminine feel! The list is endless! 💘

HAIR: 🎀 Section your hair into a side part and twist the two pieces you have sectioned behind your head. Fasten with small hair pins/small claw clips. (Cat uses those exact ones!) Lastly, using a curling iron, tightly curl the ends of your hair. Lots of tight, springy ringlets! Finish with hairspray and your done! Easy Cat Valentine hair 💁🏼‍♀️

MAKEUP: 🎀 A full face of the cutest makeup you can find! Go heavy on the blush and add a line of eyeliner to your lid. Use glittery eyeshadow if you have it and use pink, sparkly lip gloss on your lips! 👄💖

Have a cute school bag/stationary/supplies. Never be afraid to customise and make everything look adorable and PINK 💗

Listen to pink, bubblegum pop-music! Put your earphones in and listen to some 2013, girly throwback music. Ariana’s album “Yours truly” is great for this, and so is her song “put your hearts up” she once said in an interview that she feels that if Cat had a single, it would of been “put your hearts up!” 🎶💗

Eat sweet, sugary things! 🍭🧁🍓🍰 Cat looooooves sugar. Especially Bibble! There are loads of “Bibble inspired” recipes online made with popcorn, but if you are in the UK, you can also buy “Rainbow Drops” from any food store! They are basically Bibble and they are soooo sweet and crunchy. They are also colourful too! 🌈 Cat loves candy, sugary breakfast cereal, ice cream and red velvet cupcake! Always carry around candy with you and offer it to others when you can! 🍭🌈💖

Carry a stuffed animal around with you. You don’t have to do this ofc, but even if it’s a cute little keychain to your backpack or bag! 🐰💘

Wear cross body bags/purses in the shape of animals or cute things. Clip a bunch of cute keychains and badges to them to customise them and make them yours! 💘

Have a cute phone case and add a cute phone charm too! Organise your phone layout and have something pink and sugary/something that makes you happy as your lock screen! 💘

Always wear cotton candy/sweet scented perfumes and body sprays so you smell like a sugar girl allllll day long 💘

Cat Valentine Activities: Watch kids cartoons, colour in colouring books, read fairytales, go to the beach, go to a dessert shop, sing, sew, study, go to the fairground, and spend time with friends! Have fun everyday and don’t be afraid to bring out your inner child. Cat is all about healing her inner child 💘

Have a pink colourful room! Cat’s room is AMAZING. Even though it’s split in half with Sam’s, she has everything she loved scattered about. Pink, glitter, sweets, stuffed animals, rainbows and more! Add some of these into your own room to give it that Cat Valentine feel 💘

Collect stuffed animals! Cat has a HUGE collection, she also has a lot of the “TY beanie baby’s” and unicorn plushies! She even gave them names and birthdays🤣💘

NIGHT: 🌙 It’s time to unwind after a long day of being ditzy and adorable. Have a relaxing bath/shower using your favourite scented products and get into a fluffy onsie! Cat has candy jammies! 🍭 Warm up some hot coco or milk to help you relax. Chill out and watch a comfort cartoon show/movie, read a book and snuggle up with your stuffies. Drift off to dream happy, sugar frosting dreams 🌈💖🍭🌸🐰

And there you go! 🍭💖

I hope this was fun to read! I mainly wrote it to get my thoughts out and because I love the character. Cat is a great character to take inspiration from because she is so cheerful and has her friends best interests at heart, therefore she is so fun and lovely to be around. I hope this post helps you radiate her ditzy, cutesy energy at the very least 🎀💖🍭🐰🌸🌙🌈💘

[yawnzzznnn]

✂Sunoo Boyfriend Head Cannons┈༝༚༝༚♡ﾞ

♡ﾞSpecial Thanks Too: Sunoo, ENHYPEN

♡ﾞNote: not requested, also remember I have a 25 days till Christmas event going on right now, requests end on December 1st, sorry if some things don't make sense Ive barley slept and it's 3am.

♡ﾞTW: kissing : jealousy : crying : pain : sympathy pain : sassy Sunoo : rude comments : public realtionship : hate : Sunoo Lowkey bullying a hate commenter : sad sunoo : I briefly mentioned the comment Niki made on Sunoo : horror movies and TV shows : foxes :

♡ﾞTaglist: @mxlly143 (if you want to be added leave an ask DM me or comment on my Taglist page with the groups you want)

11-15-23

♡ﾞSunoo, he's a very affectionate person, rather it be hugs, kisses doesn't matter he just has to have either eyes on you or feel you.

♡ﾞHe's very emotional when it comes to you, like if you cry, he cry's, if your hurting physically, he gets sympathy pains.

♡ﾞSunoo, absolutely loves playing with your hair, if you have hair that's long enough to style, he'll stay up late, on days he has off, and google/watch YouTube videos on cute hairstyles.

♡ﾞSkincare, It's Sunoo's main thing, if you don't do skincare he'll drag you out of bed and force you to let him do your skincare, now if you do skincare, when he stays over he'll share things with you.

♡ﾞJealousy, when Sunoo is jealous he tends to be super pouty, but also super sassy, almost as if switching channels on a TV, When it comes to you Sunoo is pouty, when it's the other person, he's rude, making comments either on how dry the person's hair is, or how dirty there's skin is, definitely makes comments on the pours in the other person's face.

♡ﾞIf your realtionship somehow got out publicly, Sunoo would drop everything, coming over, he'll turn both of your phones off and disconnect you from the internet, matching pajamas, face masks and, a movie marathon.

♡ﾞIf he sees you get hate online, he'll either comment on the persons post or, if its live he'll roll his eyes, and make a disgusted face, calling the person out, Lowkey making fun of them.

♡ﾞSunoo, expresses if he doesn't like your outfit, he has no shame lmfao, he will call it ugly then take you back to your closet, picking a new outfit for you.

♡ﾞMatching perfume! Sunoo loves when you smell the same, and wear matching outfits or, matching jewelry.

♡ﾞSunoo shops for you, even in different countries, if he sees something he thinks you'll like, he'll buy it. No matter the price.

♡ﾞWhen it comes to cuddling Sunoo is always little spoon, he loves to be held by you, especially when everyone started pounding on the group for the comment Niki made on his weight.

♡ﾞWhen Sunoo gets in his feels, like a joke gone to far, he comes to you and just lays there, you may think he's asleep but he's not, he's just sad.

♡ﾞIf you like horror, when watching one of your shows or movies, Sunoo will make a disgusted face, before getting scared and having to hide in your shoulder.

♡ﾞSunoo randomly brings you up to the members, like Jay could be like "back in America there were these foxes-" and sunoo comes up like "Yn actually has a fox plushie on there bed named after me" (ok that one may be based off Sunoo the plushie next to me-)

♡ﾞHe gets super shy if you comment how pretty he is, like if you comment on his chubby cheeks, or perfect nose, Sunoo will get shy and hide his face in your neck.

♡ﾞIf you wear makeup Sunoo will learn how to do certain things, and do your makeup for you.

♡ﾞSunoo as a boyfriend, is like having your own stylist, he knows how to do your hair, makeup, outfits, even the way you smell, Sunoo is the best boyfriend to have I swear.

[iexistinmanyforms-blog]

My Personal Headcanons for the Demon Brothers (Obey Me) :

—although it is mostly unintentional, Levi is actually the brother that causes the most chaos in the house. You can't be the Avatar of Envy, an otaku, and chronically online at the same time without having massive freak-outs over your hyperfixations on/and the internet.

—despite pretending to be cute and innocent most of the time, Belphie has the dirtiest mind of all the brothers. He can get very creative and sneaky with his innuendos to the point where even Asmo needs a minute to properly digest them before realising.

—Beel plays dumb a lot because he finds people's reaction to his "fake" himboness funny. Belphie knows and encourages it, since he also finds it funny. Though, ever since MC shows up and starts simping over him being a himbo, Belphie has mixed feelings about it now; he still thinks it's funny, but he gets kinda jealous.

—Asmo fakes having a high-pitched voice. His reasoning being that other people's reactions to hearing his real voice in bed gives him the best pleasure.

—Luci is a closet dork and has the silliest sense of humor, and if he could he would prank his brothers a lot more than they do to him.

—Levi's offhand and careless reactions to things are unintentionally witty. Think popular internet quotes and interactions and apply that to him.

—Belphie critically injured his left eye in the Celestial War and covers it because of PTSD, insecurity, and magical reasons. His left eye has similar abilities to Asmo's gaze, although he doesn't have proper control over it.

—Mammon handles the House of Lamentation's budget most of the time. He decided to be in charge of it on whim one day, but got so upset over the tax cuts and discounts and whatever Luci was missing out on that he refused to hand the responsibility back to him out of sheer indignation.

—despite what most people believe, Asmo doesn't actually have a thousand skincare products and makeup and usually just sticks to the things that work best for him. What is true, however, is that he buys a shit ton of perfumes and clothes. Because having a variety of them can make a bigger difference than having an overly complex skincare routine.

—despite being quite a while since Devildom's Navy has seen some action, Levi takes his training regime and duties as the Grand Admiral very seriously. Beel and him became each other's gym bros when their schedules match up.

—Levi and Belphie's hair are supposed to be similar to Asmo's in terms of waviness, but both of them decided to distance themselves from the time they were angels because of shame.

—the brothers' hair were a lot longer back when they were still angels.

—Levi is aware of the hentai protagonist haircut and how close he resembles it. So is Belphie, if you get my drift...

—Satan's immense love for cats was actually a process. He didn't start off loving them from the get-go. It was only when he learned about their behaviors and history did he become interested in them, and then after a couple hundred years or so that interest became a genuine fondness.

—Asmo has the most control over his sin, meaning he can control both its positive and negative effects to a scarily good degree. The second would be either Satan or Levi.

—despite Satan being the actual youngest in the family, the rest of the brothers collectively agreed that Beel and Belphie are the babies. Mostly Belphie.

—Belphie's hatred for humans was a... slow process. The love he had for them didn't suddenly switch into hatred at the drop of a hat. Or, well, in this case, at the fall of an angel lol. I like to think that him becoming a demon showed him the worst sides of humanity prior to him being an angel seeing the best sides of them.

—Belphie has a special hatred for sexual violence because of his canon lore. Not his game lore, but his actual biblical lore. He was some sort of seducer himself back in the day, and he turned himself into a woman to have intercourse with men... you can probably guess what happens next there.

—Satan is very aware of his desire to love and be loved in a romantic sense. Asmo does not. When Satan asked him about it (because he can definitely tell), Asmo had laughed and denied that he needed that kind of love since he's the Avatar of Lust. Which was... painful to see, on Satan's part.

—do you guys know Stanzi from Tiktok? The demon brothers are definitely fans of her, especially Belphie. No, I'm not gonna elaborate.

[j0eyj0rdis0n]

hey bff

you should write the general creeps with a scene partner pretty pretty please 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Hey love! Gotchu covered! I hope you enjoy <3

CREEPS WITH A SCENE S/O

JEFF THE KILLER

He would be upset it takes you FOREVER to get ready. Like why on earth should it take you so long?? He just gets out of bed in his crusty ass sweatshirt and calls it good so why can’t you too?

Eventually he’ll get used to it he just didn’t exactly understand the artistry behind it

He’d bring you bracelets and necklaces. But don’t you dare tell anyone he got it for you!!

You can get him stuff to wear but he’ll insist that he’s too good for it and it’ll ‘ruin his image’. Even though it’s literally just being disgusting. He’ll wear a necklace you give him under his sweater though

After a while he’ll get interested in your style and will let you do him up (IN PRIVATE).

If anyone makes fun of you he’d be the type to stand behind you and silently lift up his sweatshirt and show that he has a knife in his waistband or something. Absolutely no one fucks with you after that.

BEN DROWNED

Loves it but pretends to be casual about it yk? Like when you show up in a new outfit his response would be “Damn you look good babe.” But inside he’d be freaking the absolute fuck out.

Eventually he lets it slip that he thinks your style is super awesome and hot.

The kind of guy to help you pick outfits, colors, jewelry, makeup, all of it. He loves giving you his input! If you take it or not doesn’t really matter to him, it’s just the fact you took the time to listen to his ideas

Let’s you make him playlists and listens to them 24/7. Please tell the man your favorite songs.

He online shops for you 100%. Oh you saw something cute you wanted? Done. Bought.

Gives snarky remarks to people that make fun of you. “Well at least they have style. You look like you just got out of bed.”

EYELESS JACK

He’s neither here nor there about it. He’s happy as long as you’re happy. (And not wearing an obnoxious amount of perfume)

Watches you get ready every morning. He finds it very interesting the process and methods you have to get ready for the day.

He’ll proudly but silently wear whatever jewelry item you give him. Just make sure it’s not too obnoxious to the point it gets in the way of his work.

If you make him anything at all, it’s going on display in his room. No questions about it. Probably has a shrine of things you’ve made or accomplished. He’s so proud of you and he lets you know it.

Unfortunately he won’t let you dress him up or anything. He already doesn’t like how he looks and I think it would make him feel worse if you dressed him up.

But if someone makes fun of you? Ohhhh shiiiit. The whole room of creeps goes silent as they watch his fingers twitch as he decides what to do with them. Probably let’s it slide in the moment but he’ll find them later. He doesn’t want his precious darling to see him lose control.

LAUGHING JACK

Loves your style and shows you off to everyone. He’s eccentric himself so he loves when people have styles out of the ordinary.

Another one that finds you things to wear/ helps you get ready for the day.

He LOVES and absolutely wants to match with you every given chance he gets. You dyed your hair? Dye a piece of his too. You got new bracelets? Get him one too. Piercings? Get him fake ones he can glue on.

Not a huge fan of the music but he enjoys the lifestyle and the fashion. Would never ask you to change yourself in the slightest either

Probably asks Ben to buy him stuff to match with you for a surprise. Also loves surprising you with gifts!

If someone made fun of you I feel like he’d call them ‘boring’ and say something along the lines of “well that wasn’t very nice” :[

“TICCI” TOBY

Thinks you’re cute. Compliments you all the time too.

“Gosh y-you look cute today” “D-did I s-say you look cute yet today?” “Hey cutie”

Another one to wear anything you gift him proudly. “Yeah my partner made t-this for m-me.”

Will probably try to make you kandi stuff. He’ll fail miserably but hey at least he tried!

Get so involved in the culture. He’ll listen to the music, make playlists, try the clothes (even though he doesn’t like them on him), and will let you do his hair. 100% let’s you pierce whatever you want on him. He can’t feel it anyway 😉

Yells at people who make fun of you. Makes a whole ass scene. (lol see what I did there?) They’ll be so embarrassed from the absolute fiasco he makes that they’ll never say shit again. Bonus points if he throws a hatchet at them!

TIM/MASKY

Not a fan. Sorry guys, he’s not into all the edgy stuff.

He’ll probably try to convince you to tone it down a little bit if you’re going out together. I feel like he’s a little embarrassed when people stare at the both of you

He just gives me man from the south vibes, probably conservative so he’d rather live more modestly and domesticated.

Hopes it’s just a phase and you’ll grow out of it. He loves you though so no matter if you change or not he’ll stay with you. Personality over fashion!!

Eventually when he realizes you’re not changing he might start wearing jewelry you give him. Hard maybe on that one though. But if he does, he’s so protective of your gifts. If he loses them he’d be so upset. Like you probably wouldn’t see him for a few days.

And if someone makes fun of you? Shit gets violent. Don’t you dare talk about his angel like that. I’d be surprised if the person didn’t walk away with a broken bone or two.

BRIAN/HOODIE

Another secret lover. Like Ben, he thinks it’s cute. He’s much more touchy than vocal about it though.

Loves touching all the different materials of clothes you wear, the textures of your bracelets, your hair, all of it.

Will wear jewelry if you make it for him but it’s out of sight. But just know if you give it to him, he’s wearing it. Don’t expect to see it though.

Might let you pierce his eyebrow or his ears. Not as crazy as Toby with that but if you do enough convincing he miiight let you do other more prominent or risky piercings.

Definitely touches/ feels you up in a more sexual way in your outfits too. On top of your style being cute he thinks it’s pretty hot too. This man will fuck you in your clothes.

If someone fucks with you they’re getting a pipe to the head. No warning at all either.

[thecourtesanschateau]

My Glow Up Game

Lately I haven't been feeling really inspired about my journey to becoming her so I decided to revisit and rework it. I chose several different areas that I want to work on and I only listed goals that I could achieve now or within the next month (or 2 at the most).

The areas I will be focusing on:

Skin Care - my target area will be my ENTIRE BODY 😂 but mainly focusing on hyperpigmentation, fine lines under the eyes (thank you ordinary eye serum 😒), textured skin and smaller pores. My goals will include buying products from Ulta/Sephora, doing my skincare routine 2x a day and implementing a few DIY treatments like a turmeric mask.

Grooming - major focus will be on hair removal and nails. for hair removal i will be switching to waxing and sugaring. the goal is to start visiting a sugaring salon for certain areas of my body that's more difficult for me to wax (like underarms). for everything else, i will be doing waxing at home.

for nails, i was doing polygel but i'm over it lol. i'm tempted to start going to the salon for this as well but all the salons i've found in my city are those cookie cutter type salons (ya'll know what i'm talking about) that charge $100+ for thick nails (that's apparently still trending here) and the quality of the work - i can almost match it so i don't find it worth the price. instead i'm going to go all in with gel-x (i've played around with it and brought a few things on amazon to try it out) but i'm gonna level up and get some items from NKK and Erica's ATA drill bits.

Natural Hair/Extensions - focusing on growing out my natural hair (and making it healthier) to prepare it for either micro weft or i-link extensions. the goal here is simple: buy products and create a hair care routine.

Wardrobe - i'm splitting my wardrobe goals into several parts because i have to build an entire wardrobe. but i'm going to start with sleepwear, lingerie and loungewear, plus a few casual summertime pieces.

Bedroom Decor - if you've read my recent posts, you already know that i'm not happy with the state of my bedroom but i've decided not to do too much to it because it's not worth the investment. i do plan on buying a few bedding sets and a few inexpensive furniture pieces (like a nightstand). i also will start buying (or being gifted) flowers to place in my bedroom as well.

Beauty - purchasing basic makeup and essentials along with mini perfumes until i discover my staple fragrances.

Healthy Food - starting off simple with buying juices (especially green juices), fruits and veggies, eating salads, and healthy frozen meals.

Exercise - focusing on lower body workouts, improving flexibility, continuing pilates, buying cute workout fits.

Courtesan/Hypergamy - i didn't quite know what to call this area of focus but it will consist of listening to affirmations that fit the theme of being spoiled, attracting high value men, etc. also reading books on seduction, bdsm, etc and of course, practicing these techniques on men [online]- specifically receiving gifts and money from them.

Intellect - reading 1 book or 1 workbook (like the vocabulary book i'm currently going through). i already listen to the news so i'm pretty much on top of current events.

And last but certainly not least, keeping God first throughout all of this. 🙏🏾

and if sounds as if i'm basically rebuilding my life, that's because i am.

[just-a-torn-up-masterpiece]

idea for thou:

Weems x reader, R plans a date, which ends up going horridly wrong. like, so wrong, it's funny. R is crushed, but Larissa just laughs, and its all fluffy and cute at the end :)

it's the thought that counts

masterlist

larissa weems x reader

a/n - lawd, i hope this is alright, it kinda didn't turn out as well as i wanted but idk

When you woke up this morning the space in the bed beside you was empty, just an indent in the sheets and the lingering scent of rose perfume. You knew Larissa had errands to run but the lack of her still made you frown slightly; the whisper of a kiss you felt on your temple whilst half asleep wasn’t enough. 

You longed for her. You always do. Whether she’s near or far, Larissa Weems is all you need. You smiled at the mere thought of her, porcelain skin against her pillow with soft breaths creeping past her lips with her dreams and her hair falling loosely on her cheeks. 

Even after all of this time your belly still fills with a giddy warmth when you think of her, the way her touch feels and the smoothness of her voice. So you roll out of your bed with a smile, knowing just what you’re going to spend your day planning. 

Though the graciousness is much stronger on Larissa’s part, she left the unfortunate clumsiness to you and it seemed desperate to showcase itself today. Today of all days. 

Your first step was to buy her flowers, walking your way into town to find the shop closed for renovations. You didn’t let yourself be discouraged so early into your mission however, wandering into the woods where you know some wild flowers grow. Perhaps she’ll appreciate the hand picked touch.

You spotted the ones you wanted, paying little attention to your surroundings until a piercing sting flooded through your thumb. You winced at the pain with a hiss through your teeth, quickly retreating your hand away from the stem with the buzz of a wasp getting further away. 

“Ow, shit.” You muttered to yourself, noticing the swelling of your thumb already. Step two, go to the pharmacy. When you stepped out of there with the bell on the door sounding behind you your thumb had been cleaned and wrapped in a bandage for protection, not ideal but your next course of action was to buy the ingredients for a recipe you’d found online.

You weren’t the best at cooking, blame it on your impatience, so trying a recipe this complex was a stretch. But how hard could it be, right?

Some of the ingredients weren’t easy to find, leaving you wandering the aisles in annoyance. You’re sure you were peering through every single thing on every single shelf for over an hour and you’re not even sure what you bought. You constantly checked your phone, scrolling through the tediously long recipe description to make sure you had everything in your basket. 

You checked the clock when you got back home, mentally planning out your time before Larissa would return before setting to work. It was tedious. The exact reason you avoid cooking when you can; Larissa made it look easy, you’d watch her add ingredients to pans as she’d leisurely sip from a glass of red wine as though cooking was second nature. And everything she created tasted perfect. 

It felt as though there were a million steps to the recipe and the injury to your hand didn’t do much to help, you wouldn’t admit defeat though, no matter how close to tears you were. Your forehead was decorated with droplets of sweat from all the steam, the heat that would billow from the oven at each opening of the door and your clothes were splattered with ingredients. 

You truly hope the concoction on the oven shelf will be edible, especially considering how long it’d taken you. Time was running out and you still needed to lay the table in the ornate fashion you’d imagined, a table cloth draped over the surface and a candle sat in the centre. 

Nothing else can go wrong, can it? The hard part was done, you just need to wait for the timer to buzz. You set one, right?

You could’ve screamed, you almost did, instead spewing more swear words in a few minutes than you think you have your entire life. Your clumsiness will prevail, always, it’s your worst enemy just constantly waiting to rear its head. The rough swiping of a matchstick against the box sounded in the room, a near silent hiss as the flame took to the wick.You turned your back to head to the bedroom to get changed but not without an accidental tug to the tablecloth. 

A metal thump muffled by the material and an instant smoky scent whipped your head around, your eyes widened at the sight, orange flames licking at the fabric. You stumbled in your hurried steps to the kitchen, repeated mutterings of ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’ along with the fury coated stomps through the apartment. 

The dishcloth was enough to pat the fire away and you sighed with relief, fingers rubbing at a tense forehead with a smudge of ash left in its wake. The heavy pounding of your heartbeat fuelled by stress and unwanted adrenaline wasn’t given time to dull before even more smoke wafted towards you.

“Fucking hell.” You grumbled, darting into the kitchen to pull oven mitts over your hands before pulling a charcoal mess out of the oven. You let it crash onto the kitchen counter with your eyes glazing over with tears when you heard the front door squeak closed, followed by the clicking of heels against wood. 

“Sweetheart?” 

“Hi.” You breathed, looking a mess with your clothes stained and a smudge of grey across your cheek. Everything about you screamed stressed and she softened at the view. 

“Hi, love. Uh - what’s going on here?” Larissa asked you, nearing where you stood with a gesture to the charred table behind you.

“I was trying to do something nice for you.” You pouted with your cheek leaning into the touch of her palm as she swiped the tear that tried to roll down your cheek. “I set the table on fire. And almost the kitchen. And I got attacked by a wasp.” You lifted your bandaged hand up for her to see and she pressed her lips together to quell a laugh. “It’s not funny.”

“Oh, no. It isn’t, sweetheart.” She responded with a vehement shake of her head, though she wasn’t overly skilled at hiding her amusement. She walked towards the kitchen as a way to hide her face as she laughed. “Oh - wow.”

“It’s bad, I know.” It was a mess, sauce splashed onto the counters and cutlery strewn around haphazardly. You’d hoped the untidiness would at least be worth it with the reward of a delicious meal. The piece de resistance was the charred mess in a ceramic dish, you noticed the widening of her eyes when she saw it as well as the upwards curving of her lips she tried to conceal. 

“It’s the thought that counts.” She cooed, nudging your face up to face hers with her finger beneath your chin. “I love it. I’d honestly be more concerned if it’d gone ahead without a hitch - you are rather clumsy.”

She grinned when you finally laughed, smiling against one another when she pressed a kiss to your lips.

“How about I run us a bath? We can clean this up in the morning.” She asked you to which you instantly nodded. “And I’ll leave dinner to you. I suggest looking in the kitchen drawer for the takeaway menus.” She smirked, winking to you teasingly before making her way to the bathroom with her laughter echoing behind her. 

[the-moon-lullaby]

Hi! How about some domestic and nsfw hc for Rayan? The sandy-skinned god deserves some love too 😆

Domestic Life with Rayan

N/A : This took a little while to write, sorry you had to wait dear !

Warning : NSFW under the cut

Goes to the Cosy Bear Café every morning before heading to Anteros Academy to have a little chat with Candy and enjoy a cup of coffee with her (also if she needs to and that he has the time to do so, he helps her to put the tables outside)

Sometimes, when he’s done with his classes of the day, he comes to the Café and sit in corner, sipping on a drink, while he’s preparing his next classes, grading some of his students’s essays or simply reading a book

He always order something different to drink because he wants to try everything Candy put on the menu

Grocery shopping with Rayan is so funny because he has his little list and it always begins with him following it diligently but he’ll always end up wandering around the aisles (and Candy looses him in the supermarket)

He and Candy often end up buying everything but what’s on the list lmao

Loves perfumed candles, there’s dozen in their apartment (I JUST KNOW THIS, and if Candy looses him during grocery shopping, he's probably picking up some)

He likes cleaning days  and he’s very particular about the cleaning products he uses (once again he spends so much time in the supermarket choosing them)

He often puts on jazz or (modern) classical music in the background while he’s working or reading 

He knows all the tea about the neighbours and he shares it with Candy (he’s very good at small talk and at connecting with people, therefore my man end up being told everything that’s going on in the building lol)

Likes doing online shopping with Candy (whether it’s for him or her)

Watching documentaries (documentaries on Ancient Greece or just historical documentaries in general and that’s just a personal intake ‘cause I love these lol)  together while cuddling on the couch with Rayan combing her fingers through Candy’s hair

Actually, loves playing with Candy’s hair when they’re cuddling

Random compliments all the time (like complimenting her outfit or just tell her that she’s the most beautiful woman he met)

naps together became a habit, especially during more stressful times of the year

also sleeps in on Sundays and would probably make a brunch with Candy afterward

Rayan wearing his glasses when he reads or when he’s on his computer and Candy going feral because of this (sorry but the illustration of him for that Valentine’s Day event, LORD HAVE MERCY)

He’s often the one that organises the dates : he love trying new restaurant and I think he likes gastronomic cuisine since he finds it as tasty as it is pretty 

He also likes the kind of dates that allow him and Candy to show their creative side (like the date in one of the Valentine’s Day event where they went to a workshop to make perfume, that was so sweet btw) 

He likes to go out with Candy whenever they can but he also enjoys when they stay home together for some quality time

𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 :

When it comes to oral, he’s a giver. He’s not really the one to tease but he likes taking his sweet time doing so

He likes to receive it too though and if Candy wants to get on her knees, he has no objections 

however he loves it the most when it happens in the morning (the morning wood oops) or at his office at Anteros during an unexpected visit 

About that, he may or may have not fucked Candy on his desk and it may have happened more than once (I had to do this one, I MEAN GUYS)

Candy trying on his glasses for fun and him realising he has a thing for this because she look so hot with them

Would moan but lowkey you know ? Like he isn’t that loud but he doesn’t restrain himself either (And I just know this man has a deep voice so it’d be music to Candy’s ears) 

However, he likes it if Candy gets loud and it makes him go even harder 

Praises. A lot of them. Also call her with pet names during sex (might let out a « good girl » and ahhhh)

he owns a copy of the Kama Sutra (I am not saying that he’s into that or anything - even though he really might -  but he definitely read it because well, as art enthusiast, of course he wanted to know a little more about the art of making love)

As much as he loves admiring Candy’s face, he loves backshots (because it allows him to hit it deep)

Breading kink ? (Maybeeee)

Despite all, I don't think he's really into being called Daddy (even tho he has that "Daddy aura", whatever that means, idk myself) because it'd make him think of that Freudian theory lol

I'm sorry I am taking so long to post (I didn't expect to receive this much requests but I'm also glad to see that the fandom is still alive lol) but I'm trying my best to answer them all !

[adviceformefromme]

Hello, I will be 21 yo soon and I feel like I neglect my appearance.

How can I take care of my appearance ?

The foundations.

Hair, teeth, nails, skin.

Ensure all of the above are clean and well groomed. If you're on a budget depending on hair type you can get model cut / colour / blow dry in most salons by a trainee (almost qualified) and the effort and dedication they put in because they have something to prove will be unmatched. Nails kept clean and groomed. Chipped, or dirty nails are an absolute no. If you are struggling to maintain your nails cut them low and go for a natural nail polish you can do at home each week.

Teeth should be kept clean, flossed, and as white as possible. Clean white teeth and fresh breathe are a sign of elegance, cleanliness and self care. If you struggle with bad breathe, make sure you are flossing properly. If your teeth are not straight or white I recommend invisalign and whitening strips at home.

Skin should be clean and moisturised. Find a routine that works for you. It took me a long time to find products that co-operated with my skin but I use Medik-8 only. I change my pillowcase every few nights using silk-satin pillowcases which really help my skin as cotton pillowcases are so rough on my face.

These are the absolute foundations. Additionally, dressing for your figure - not just buying clothes you love is important. I learnt this lesson late enough but just because you love a top/ dress doesn't mean it suits you. Smelling amazing. Treat yourself to perfume, and ensure you always smell good. If you can't afford your dream perfume, Zara do dupes of most leading fragrances so check online. Finally, master a 5-10 minute natural makeup routine and quick hairstyles that look chic. This has been a godsend for me, keep practising. If you are ever in a rush, short on time you can use this speedy routine to look and feel amazing in a hot second. I hope this helps xoxox.

[weirdfanaus]

Little Black Dress

Summary: during the YSL beauty event, a handsome stranger catches your eye.

Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7w92dT0GKS36eXKkBVcQZp?si=52badc9d6034405c 

Words: 2.8k

Pairing: Hyunjin x female!reader

Rating: Mature, contains smut

Warnings: mentions of alcohol.

masterlist | ao3

a/n: this is literally me trying to calm my thoughts about Hyunjin and Felix going to the YSL beauty event, the way they acted through their whole stay in Paris and also once again writing a story set in Paris, because this is not the first time... 

also please excuse any possible mistakes, english is not my first language :)

also special thanks to Luca, for helping with my writing playlist, this fic wouldn’t be here without you

You looked at the women before you and how they clinked their glasses together and mumbled in French about the men around them.

You were so bored at this table, even though you had the translator by your side who kept you company.

You had been a fashion influencer since the pandemic hit with the help of Instagram and Tik Tok. You were so grateful for all the experiences you were able to get through your platform and with the help of your supporters, but now you were just bored and it wasn’t even nine.

Even after being on the cover of various magazines and modelling for famous companies that you had only dreamed of possibly being able to buy any of their products, you could not comprehend how you made it into YSL’s beauty event in Paris for the launch of Dua Lipa’s Libre perfume.

You wore such expensive clothes that you couldn’t identify your usual self. You felt so expensive. The jewellery, the makeup, the little black dress, they all helped you feel like that. It was a moment that you only used to dream about.

Your hair was bound at the back of your neck with a black bow, and your dress was almost see-through, a soft flowy fabric that reached your mid-thigh. The sleeveless dress, only held on your shoulders by thin straps, didn’t help your chills due to the open windows. The weather was not the best in the city of love. And the river right under the balcony was not helping either, so you sat right by the door and tried to focus on the good part of all of this. The experience

Your thighs and high boots were the ones that helped in any way.

You played with your rings, hoping to calm your anxiety. It was still early and there were still a lot of people due to come, from artists to designers from all around the world.

Even with a still-growing fanbase of 10 million followers on Tik Tok, you feel small among such great people.

Your glass of champagne was almost empty and looking at it made you even more anxious about the whole thing. You looked at it for a long time and then rose from your place to start to walk around the place.

Looking at everyone who was either smoking or taking pictures on the balcony, you thought you would do the same, but you felt tired. You took your pictures when you arrived; they just needed some editing and would be ready to be up online tomorrow, but some videos were soon to be filmed for your Tik Tok. Regardless, everything else was solved, and all you had to do was enjoy your time, sip some champagne, and find some interesting people to talk to.

"Single and ready to mingle," you murmured to yourself as you approached a young man carrying a tray of champagne glasses. You thanked him with the only phrase you knew in French, nodded and started walking around the place, trying to not look lost.

With a glass in your hand, you just decided you should just stand somewhere you weren't in anyone’s path and took out your phone and started to record around the place, right when two men walked in with another one at their heels.

They looked flawless, right out of a magazine. They acted calm. Nothing could disturb them, not even the photographers that started to call them in certain places to get a good picture of them.

You didn’t know any of them, but you were captured by their natural beauty. They seemed out of a fairytale. Both of them were dressed fully in black, as most of the people present there were. One of them wore a black shirt with a low cleavage and silver buttons that climbed down his torso and met at his waist with a black belt and pants. His shoes helped him gain some height but didn’t make him look bad.

The other one... he was the one that took your breath away when you looked into his eyes, just for a moment. You felt it down in your bones that he would be the talk of the night. He had a strand of hair that hung right over his eyebrow, while the rest of his hair was pulled back by gel.

It felt like his clothes were just there. While usually with designer clothes, they wore you, you didn’t wear them. He was dressed so simply, but he still stole the breath of everyone who even dared to look his way.

The man paired a black suit jacket with a simple shirt and suit pants, all of the same colour. The boots he wore were maybe as tall as his friend's, and they helped him gain everyone’s attention. A great number of accessories adorned his body, be it piercings in his ears, the small necklace around his neck or the YSL brooch on his chest pocket.

In every picture he did, he wore a smirk on his face that could make your feet turn into jelly. He smiled at you, somehow feeling that you were watching him carefully. That happened while he moved his eyes off of you, but not only after giving your whole body a head-to-toe scan. He stared for more than a second at your neck, an act that made you reach for the necklace there and hold it, somehow wanting to cover your exposed skin from his sight.

You held your phone close to your chest when someone came to you to ask you something in English, and that took you out of your dreamy moment with the handsome stranger.

  The night was still young and everyone was drunk.

Your possible fifth glass of champagne was on the table. You had given up on it long ago and were waiting for the dessert to come so you could leave because your head started to throb and your feet hurt.

The flight you took to get here had a four-hour delay, and the beauty sleep you could’ve taken in your hotel room’s bed, you took in a make-up artist’s chair. Everything hurt, and the jet lag started to get to you.

The dance floor was in full swing though; you would’ve joined if everything didn’t hurt and you were more drunk. But a headache plus a sleepless night plus jelly legs didn’t equal something good, so you were satisfied with watching from the sidelines.

You took enough pictures to even start a scrapbook about this experience or even spam your feed for weeks to come, but you couldn’t do that. Your fans would get bored easily. But the pictures were good, the videos were incredible, and you would soon have to once again either buy more cloud storage or delete old stuff, maybe cooking videos off Tik Tok.

You were starting to get hot. As the sky darkened and the party unravelled, the liquor was poured and the temperature inside the penthouse skyrocketed. You went from being extremely cold to being incredibly hot.

So, in hope of taking a breath of fresh air, you went on the balcony, hugged your arms in hope to protect yourself from the chill Parisian air and admired the city in all its splendour. At night.

"Are you okay with taking a picture?" Someone put a hand on the small of your back while saying that in small, broken English. You turned to them, confused, and came face-to-face with the same man you had been thinking about the whole night.

"I’m Hyunjin." He gave you his hand as a way to introduce himself and slightly bowed, showing respect through his culture.

"Y/N L/N."

He now stood before you just the same as before, maybe a hair in a different position, but everything was the same. He was perfection; you couldn’t understand how he could manage that.

You looked at his eyes, dark brown, and realised you couldn’t identify the pupil from the iris.

Possibly your long silence made him confused about your attitude and whether or not you understood what he said. So you regained yourself and managed to smile and give him a small "Yeah, yeah, of course."

The other boy introduced himself as Felix in the same manner and offered to take your picture.

The hand he put on the small of your back made you focus on trying to stay calm, and the only way was to focus on the red phone in his hands and focus on the apple logo on it.

You tried to smile as much as you could, and before you could register what was happening, the man behind the camera asked you: "Would you like me to take a picture with your phone too?"

You looked at him long and hard and shortly realized that the moment you should have had your phone on you, you didn’t.

"I didn’t bring my phone with me. Can you airdrop it to me if there isn’t any problem?"

"Yes, yes, sure." He moved to start typing on his phone. You stopped him by saying.

"Aren't we taking pictures too?" You asked his friend, who shook his head in reply, smiling and spoke to his friend in another language, possibly asking him to take the picture.

Right before his hand was placed on your waist he introduced himself as Felix. 

You were even more sensible now. You had him before you. You could look at him with no problem, and admire him with no one asking what you were doing. The time spent by his friend’s side was short; it felt like seconds. He was either incredibly good at taking pictures or you were too lost in your head.

He nodded and gave you the phone to look at the images while he started talking to his friend in their, possibly, native language.

You should’ve learnt more languages when you had the time. Maybe one would’ve helped you identify what they were talking about. Scrolling through the dozens of pictures on the phone, you realised that, fortunately, your reverie state couldn’t be identified in the picture.

"Like any of them?" he whispered right into your ear, and you felt every hair on your body rise. You raised your eyes from the phone screen, and right in front of them were his lips, chapped but still soft looking, the bottom lip bigger than the top one. While trying not to seem creepy by looking at them, you moved to his eyes, dark pools that called you in, to lose yourself.

You tried to compose yourself by putting some space. Luckily, his friend left while you were looking through the photos. You didn’t need to make a scene here. There were cameras everywhere and even if you didn’t know him, someone else might have and it could have caused a scandal. You coughed shortly and handed him his phone.

"If you can wait right here, I will be right back shortly," you said, trying to get to your table as fast as you could, but without seeming like you were excited about going back to the stranger. Not a stranger anymore. Hyunjin. A name that seemed as special as him. You hoped you could understand the meaning behind it someday. But at that moment, you had to get some pictures of him and enjoy his alluring presence more.

When you made it back to the balcony, he was looking at the shining river with his arms on the balustrade and his legs crossed. When he heard your heels, he turned and gave you a smile that you could bet was something he didn’t share with everyone else.

You typed on the screen, and when you finished setting your phone for the airdrop, he silently asked for it by extending his hand. You placed it in his palm and watched him type a number in it, clearly doing something else.

"You can call. I have a special plan with my provider because of all the recent traveling," you mentioned while he took the other phone out and pressed the green button, and only seconds after you watched your number appear on his phone.

"You could've asked for my number, you know?" You joked and he shook his head, somehow embarrassed.

He said, "Not good with talk, sorry," he said, and thought for a while before he started to talk again.

"Want to walk... me and you?"

"You want us to go for a walk? Around the city?" You tried to help him arrange his thoughts into sentences

He nodded in reply, telling you that was exactly what he wanted to ask and silently waited for your approval for such an activity.

"Okay, let me just take my things and we can go."

  The door loudly closed behind you, but you didn’t care at all because you had a man that smelled expensive in your arms. Your nostrils loved his smell. You adored everything about him.

After walking for an hour down the Seine, you bought ice cream from a corner shop that was open 24/7. The cashier cursed both of you for the noise you made while deciding who was going to pay for your products. And you laughed some more and stopped in the proximity of your hotel, which turned out to be his too. But the remaining ice cream in your hands made you choose to walk some more. At some point, drops of cream were coming down your chin, and he moved to wipe it, a movement that led to him touching your lips and smearing some of your lipstick.

The streets were then not as loud as they were during the day, but you stood on the sidewalk and not even a car honk could break you out of your trance.

You weren’t shocked when your lips met his. You had a feeling that everything that had happened that night would lead here. To him in your room. His mouth on yours. His taste is on your tongue and his perfume is in your nostrils.

The material of his jacket was soft to the touch, but you easily got rid of it, and it fell on the carpeted floor silently, while your tongues danced like they had known each other their whole life.

Your dress was long gone when your back met the chilly bed sheets. While your body was covered only by high-waisted pants and black stockings, he was almost in a full outfit.

His lips were exploring your skin and playing with your nipples, and yours were letting deep breaths and moans leave them. His hands were all over you, on your bottoms, legs, and calves. You felt like he was everywhere.

His skin was fair; no tattoos or hair covered it. He felt like a sculpture. He looked like he belonged in a museum, not on stage, not on the streets of any city, not even Paris.

When his mouth met your core, you thought you were in heaven. Even his tongue moved with the precision of a dancer, of a painter. His hands continued to cover every inch of your skin, now fully exposed to the air. You didn’t care what else was happening outside that room. You didn’t care about the possibility of someone seeing you spread out on a bed and enjoying your life to the fullest. The lights from outside didn’t blind you when you opened your eyes.

And when his lips met yours and his hips met yours, you felt like flying. He was fully in your bloodstream. You could swear right there right then that you were his and nobody could take you.

Coming off a high was not the end; it didn’t feel in any way like the end; it felt like a promise for more. A promise to come back to this place, fall again, and live. Because you felt alive. You felt out of this world. Your heart was beating too fast while his lips lazily moved over your skin, somehow painting it in his own paint.

Sleep caught you in its grasp slowly after that. His voice lulled you to sleep while he tried to pronounce your name the right way or learn how English words are really said. You couldn’t fully remember the last thing you heard.

But you were sure that the next morning, the bed was empty, your skin was filled with goosebumps, and your phone was filled with pictures of him all around Paris.

And you realized that that night was the best of your life.

Just because of a little black dress, as he told you before he kissed you the first time.

"You know what was the first thing that caught my attention about you?" he asked, milimetres away from your face.

"What?"

"Your little black dress."

thank so much for reading. a like, reblog and comment would be highly appreciated. hope you enjoyed it and i would love to hear your opinions about this.

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Get used to it (M) ~Changbin

Pair: Changbin x Female character (unnamed). Word count: 3314 Themes: non-Idol!AU, slice of life, fluff, Smut? Warnings: social awkwardness, swearing, mature situations, unprotected penetration, idiots in love. Summary: a pig plushie becomes Changbin’s best wing-man - or alternatively - the one where two idiots finally confess.

A/N: it’s been a long time since i published anything like this online. If you stumbled upon it, welcome! Feel free to leave any constructive criticsm :) ~✨🌙✏

Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

The air was cool, the sun was just about showing its head over the horizon, shy pillars of light filtering through the blinds passing a sleeping cat soundly nappying on his bed under the window, illuminating the two friends–…or lovers?–cuddled together under the covers of a queen sized bed. 

The couple was spooning, with him as the little spoon–quiet, tiny snores passing through his airway. She was the big spoon, with one of her arms tucked under her head and the other lazily thrown around his waist under the covers. The light intruding through the blinds was steadily bringing her back from her deep sleep.

The feeling of a warm, strong back on her bare breasts was foreign, and for a brief second a warning bell went off in her mind. Who… What the.. Oh… The adrenaline spike dipped down almost as soon as it started–realisation hitting her like an exploding balloon in a child’s party, as she recognized the faint scent of perfume she’s come to associate with her best friend.

Trying to be careful as to not wake him, she moved to have a look at his face. It was slightly swollen from sleep. His dark hair sticking in all sorts of odd shapes atop his head, he just looked oh, so adorable. She could not wipe the smile off of her face as she turned around, laying on her other side to relieve some stiffness from her previous position. With her back now turned to him, she recalled the events of the previous night.

“I’m telling ya!” Changbin’s mouth was full of mid-chewed chicken. “Big Foot would definitely win in a fight with the Chupacabra”.

“The Chupacabra is more agile, Binnie. Plus, they’d strike BigFoot from behind and suck all his blood out. We went over this last weekend!” Her voice was exasperated. How could he even suggest that BigFoot would win? Nonsense!

They were standing over the kitchen counter, eating leftover fried chicken from lunch. This was their routine every Saturday. They would sit down in the kitchen of their shared flat talking nonsense, unwinding from the long and tedious work week. It was one of her favourite moments, as they both got to relax and be themselves. No worrying about deadlines, no worrying about stuffy bosses, and incompetent co-workers. Just them both being young adults enjoying each other’s company.

“But have you seen the size of him? The Chupacabra would be full and tired while BigFoot is still fine and ready to kick their ass!” Changbin was waving a piece of his chicken in front of her face, to emphasise his words.

“I’m not having this discussion with you again”, with a sigh, she looked at the clock mounted on the wall. It was getting late. “Crap, I still have to go buy groceries for tomorrow’s lunch. We won’t have enough food if I don’t”. Their friends were coming over for lunch and games, a bunch of rowdy boy-men that ate more than their physiques would let on.

“Oh, yea. Lemme grab my wallet”, Changbin said, walking towards the sink to wash his grease-covered hands.

“Nah, leave it. I wanna go on my own. I need alone time to forgive you for your shitty cryptid opinions”, she winked at him as she made a beeline for the entrance, where her shoes would be waiting for her.

Changbin just huffed. “Whatever. Call me if you need help carrying the bags”.

She was out the door as soon as her shoes were on and the bags that hung by the door were in her hand. The building’s corridors were crammed, the walls freshly painted to deceive the tenants from the water damage hiding underneath. At least rent is cheap, she thought to herself as she walked down the stairs and out the main entrance.

As soon as she stepped out of the building she was grateful for the cool breeze caressing her face. The convenience store was close to their building, enough for her walk there to help ease the butterflies in her stomach. 

Changbin had been her friend for over five years. They met through a common friend and instantly clicked. At some point down the line they decided to rent an apartment together, sharing living costs the main driving point to this arrangement as they both dealt with the excruciating consequences of late stage capitalism.

One day during a baking experiment together, Changbin just looked at her, with his face covered in flour, chocolate sprinkles on his hair, and it hit her like a ton of bricks. Oh, no. I like him. A lot. Life with him became her best and her worst time since then.

Her best, because she was able to enjoy his company, his silly laugh, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, and his angelic voice when he sang as he baked. 

Her worst, because she had to deal with having him so close to her, yet so far.

The bell rang as she stepped through the automatic doors of the convenience store. The shopping list resonated in her mind to not forget all the items, serving also as a distraction from all the thoughts about Changbin.

Peppers. Onions. Tofu. Eggs. Changbin’s sounds of delight when he eats something he likes. Rice noodles. Rice cakes. Chicken thighs. Changbin’s thighs when he sits on the counter talking to me when I wash the dishes. Vegetable broth. Bay leaves. Changbin’s smile when I would talk to him about my day…

With a sigh she picked the last item from the shelf, not even her anxious habits would help her forget that she was completely, and absolutely whipped for this man.

As she walked to the register, a flash of pink caught her attention in her peripheral. She smiled to herself, as she determined she had to get it. 

She had to get it for him.

“Hey, I’ll be there in two minutes. I need help with the bags”, she spoke on the phone to her friend.

“Aight, coming!” Changbin huffed through the phone, the sound of ruffling fabric apparent as he, presumably, stood up from the couch.

She hung up, steadying herself as she repositioned the straps of both reusable bags over her shoulders. It would’ve been much smarter to bring him around to help from the store, but the alone time was much needed. 

The creak of the main entrance door resonated in the otherwise quiet street, Changbin’s head popping out of it looking for her. As soon as he spotted her, he ran out the building in her direction.

“You should’ve let me come with you!” Changbin exclaimed as he took both bags from her.

“Maaaybe you should've come anyway if you were sooooo worried about it”, she replied in fake annoyance.

“And disrespect your choice of alone time? Never. Would rather die” Changbin said, puffing his chest out in the fakest stoic voice he could muster, as he entered the building and started his climb up the stairs.

“Wow, king of respecting women”, she replied sarcastically.

Changbin started a speech, a speech she was not following as her whole focus went to this ass movement as he walked up the stairs in front of her. A part of her felt bad for looking at her friend this way, but then again it’s not like she’s not caught him looking at her too sometimes. Although to be fair, she would gaslight herself into thinking his fleeting looks were all in her head, so at this moment, looking at her best friend’s ass, she was no better than a man.

“...... You know what I mean?” Her mind went back to reality as she vaguely registered the question spill from his lips.

“Haha, yea”, she weakly replied as they made it to their door, with no clue as to what he meant.

He opened the door and made his way in, leaving the bags on the kitchen counter. He started to look inside one of the bags to move items to their designated spot in the kitchen, but she stopped him.

“Wait! Don’t look at those. I have a surprise”, she exclaimed as she ran to him after closing the door.

Changbin’s face was puzzled. “A surprise?”

“Yes, yes. Close your eyes. No peeking!”

Changbin stood there in the kitchen, eyes firmly closed as she rummaged through the bags.

“I saw this at the store and had to get it”, she picked the item from the bottom of the bag and pulled it out. She held it in front of his face, with the biggest grin on her face. “Okay, open them!”.

Changbin opened his eyes, meeting face to face with a very fluffy looking pig plush. He was a grown ass man, and yet, his eyes went wide and his tone rose with excitement. “Woaaa, look at this guy! He’s sooo cute!”

“I know, right?! I thought maybe you could use a companion at the office, since you’ve been complaining about how grey that place is”, she said equally as excited.

He took the plush from her hands, lightly brushing her fingers with his as he picked it up and examined it.

“Woaaa, he’s seriously really really cute”, his smile was wide, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looked back at her. “You’re really cute”, the words spilled from his mouth without hesitation, and yet, as soon as they passed his lips his breath caught in his throat, “I mean–the pig. I mean, you. No, the pig!”

She was shocked, and he was rambling. Sure, he’s called her cute before, but in completely different contexts, and in a completely different tone.

“You think I’m cute?” She asked, incredulous.

“Yes. No! I mean, yes! Shit…” Changbin placed the pig on the counter and immediately brought his hands to his face, lightly rubbing at his eye sockets.

Was that a yes or a no? It was confusing, and yet, a small spark of hope came to life deep within her. Did he think she was cute, really? 

“Fuck it”, Changbin said, removing his hands from his face. “Yea, I think you’re cute. Actually, I’ll have you know I think you’re too cute sometimes. It makes me want to smoosh your cheeks like this pig”.

He took the pig from the counter to demonstrate, pinching its cheeks. “I also think you’re beautiful, and that you’re funny, and that you’re a weirdo but that’s fine because I’m also a weirdo. And it feels so good that we can be weirdos together, and I constantly wish we could be weirdos together for a long time!”

It was like opening one of those funny cans from the magic shop, as the words started to come out from his mouth they couldn’t be stopped.

“God, it feels so good to let it out!” Changbin started laughing. “I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable, or ruin our friendship, but dear lord does it feel good to finally let it out!”

She was just staring at him, processing his words. He thought she was cute. And he wants to be weirdos together for a long time. She was not good at social cues. Did that mean he wanted to spend time with her as much as she wanted with him?

Her face was blank and he was desperately looking at her, hoping for a reaction.

“Please, say something”, Changbin said, tone slightly exasperated. “C’mon, it’s starting to not feel so good anymore…”

A devilish smile crept on her face, as she looked at him. “Oh, so you liiiiiike me? You got a cruuuuush on meeee?” Her tone was playful, both as a way to tease him and as a way to protect herself for possible failure.

“C’mooonnn”, his tone shifted from exasperated to whiny. “Don’t mock me. I’m baring my heart out here and you’re playing with meee”.

Her face went serious. So, this was really happening. He was admitting to having a crush on her? Just like she had on him?

“Are you being serious, though?” Her tone was sterile, almost monotone, but with a hint of hopefulness. “Do you seriously like me?”

“Isn’t that what I’ve been saying this entire time?” Changbin looked at her face, realisation dawning on him. “Right, social cues”, he went up to her, placing his hands on her shoulders.

“I. Like. You”, he emphasised each word with a squeeze of his hands.

She just looked at him again, scanning his features. He was being honest. This was not one of her multiple fantasies, he was not joking. It was real and he was there spelling it out explicitly for her.

“Changbin…” She spoke finally, gaze moving from her usual fixed spot on his nose to his lips. “Changbin, I wanna kiss you”.

He looked at her for a second, processing her words, until his brain cells connected two and two to get four. He moved his hands from her shoulders to cup her cheeks, looking at her with lidded eyes one last time before leaning in for a kiss.

The moment their mouths connected her eyes closed, her hands moving to rest on top of his. Her heart was racing in her chest, like popping kernels in an oiled pot. His lips were so soft, gently moving against hers, they tasted like his cacao chapstick and she could then understand why some women revered the bare minimum. 

Something ignited inside of her, something that had been dormant for a long time, and suddenly she needed him, she needed to feel him as close as possible, as soon as possible.

She moved her hands from their place on top of his, and placed them on his chest, holding onto his t-shirt. She tugged at the garment slightly, and he reacted immediately. One hand in her hair and the other around her waist, he pulled her closer to him, their bodies colliding in the middle moulding to each other.

Her experiences had turned her into a calculated being. Everything had to be in its exact place, things always had to happen the exact way she wanted, and if anything deterred from the original plan she would be pissed the entire time. However, here in this moment with Changbin, all her logic was shoved down to the back of her brain. Her only all-consuming thought was him. No groceries on the counter that needed to be put away, no friends that will come tomorrow, no dishes that needed to be washed. Just Changbin.

She tentatively licked at his bottom lip, earning a groan from the man, who quickly parted his lips for his tongue to get acquaintance with hers. She could no longer taste the chicken in his tongue, only the faint minty taste of toothpaste. 

She moved her hands upwards, one to rest in the crook of his neck and the other to his nape, feeling the goosebumps rising under her touch. 

He pulled her closer, both arms hugging her waist, bringing her impossibly closer to him.

His hands then moved from her waist, slowly moving down until reaching his goal. He gripped both her asscheeks, the mix of a yelp and moan escaping her lips in surprise. Instinctively, her leg moved up to sort of wrap around his, starting a light grind of their hips. The kiss became very heated very fast, and she was enjoying every second of it.

It felt so much better than she had fantasised. He felt solid, real and oh, so enticing. A thought managed to form in her head among all the Changbin fog clouding her brain. Something she’s wanted to do for a while, never allowing herself to indulge in it even as a joke or during a friendly banter. She sneaked her hand upwards, tangling in his hair. She enjoyed the soft feeling of the strands between her fingers briefly, and then, with determination, she tugged. 

It wasn’t enough to hurt, it even wasn’t enough to actually pull Changbin from her. And yet, he seemed to have been taken by surprise, an uncalculated moan escaping his lips as his head fell back with her motions, breaking the kiss.

“Fuck!” Changbin was breathless as swears fell from his lips.

“God, I’m sorry” She was not. Well, maybe just a bit.

“No, shit. No, don’t be sorry” Changbin lightly detached from her, putting some space between them to catch his breath. “I’m just too overcome with feelings. Too many of them”.

Her chest moved up and down with her heavy breaths. “Me, too”.

It was rare for her to do it, but she looked him in the eyes. Her thoughts floated in her head like a big pile of leaves in the wind as she looked at him. She paused for a second, wondering if she should speak freely or keep herself quiet to fit into what’s socially acceptable. 

“Please don’t think ill of me”, she said, settling on speaking freely, as this was Changbin, her Binnie she was talking with. 

“I would never”, and he meant it.

She licked her lips as she swallowed the last bit of caution down, “I want you to fuck me, Changbinnie”.

Changbin stared at her for a second. A half-huff half laugh escaped his lips and he grabbed her hand, his thumb lightly stroking her knuckles. “You sure?”

“Positive. One hundred percent. Zero hesitation”.

He let out an incredulous laugh, proclaiming ‘seriously, you’re gonna be the death of me’, before tugging her hand, guiding her to his bedroom.

As she returned from her memories, she felt Changbin move beside her. He lazily turned around, his naked chest now pressing against her back, one arm sneaking around her waist, the attached hand laying just shy below her breast.

“‘Morwning”, he said, sleep very evidently still looming over him.

“Good morning, Changbinnie”, she replied, putting her hand on top of his on her body.

“Mmm, I can get used to this”, his voice was groggy as he spoke. His lower body moved closer to hers, giving her the clear feeling of an erection against her ass. 

“Well, I sure hope so”, she replied, earning a sleepy chuckle behind her. 

“Mmm”, he just hummed, tightening his grip on her. “I’m still sleepy, and I don’t wanna wake up yet”.

“Then don’t, silly”, oh, she could definitely get used to this.

A few moments passed in silence, just enjoying each other’s presence, enjoying the warmth shared between their bodies. She thought Changbin was asleep by now, until he spoke once again.

“Can I put it in?” He emphasised his request with a slow grind of his hips against her, his eyes still closed. “I don’t think I can perform right now, but I just… want to put it in”.

She chuckled at that, they had been going at it all night. She was on birth control and they’d both been recently tested clean, so she had asked if he wanted to try it raw, to which he eagerly complied. She was grateful for the consent check anyway.

“Yes. You can, Binnie”.

She adjusted her position a bit for a better angle and comfort, he removed his hand from her body only to help guide his erection to her entrance. With a light push of his hips, he went all the way in, all the way possible in this position anyway, his hand returning to the spot below her breast.

“Mmmm, you’re so warm. So cosy”, he placed an appreciative kiss on her nape.

She just lightly chuckled at his comment.

Changbin fell asleep shortly after. She just laid there in his arms, next to him, around him. Her eyes closed, and her mind oscillating between being asleep and awake, only slightly aware of her plans for the day. Oh, she would definitely get used to this.

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