Which jjk men is your fave??👀
SATORU GOJO. i love him so much. he’s smart, funny, silly, tall, rich, cares about his kids, he’s just so jehshsjdbeb. he got me into fanfic writing and i can’t be thankful enough, i love him so much and want to give him headpats and kisses. no one gets him like i do, like that is my man for life. this intense feeling i get whenever i look at him will never compare to a wedding or meeting the man of my dreams. i wake up thinking about him, i fall asleep thinking about him. i am slvttyplum BECAUSE of him, i always always so grateful for what my blue eye king has done for me time and time again. ugh i love him so much. if you guys haven’t noticed, i write about him most of the time because i can’t keep him off my mind. anywho.
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Baby, I like your style
Characters: Vil Schoenheit
Summary: Vil with a black girlfriend🫶🏽
A/N: I don’t see black reader fics for twst like I do the other fandoms I’m in, so I came to serve myself <3
Warnings: Black! reader(obv), fem! reader. Reader wears acrylics, Romantic relationship, Implied modern au, but not specified. Pretty short but this was an impulse write.
no proofread cause I’ll wanna delete it
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Vil never paid much attention to romantic relationships—or even pursuing them, he was far to busy to do so. His career came first after all, a relationship would only get in the way.
Or at least that’s what he thought before meeting you.
First, you had caught his attention with a sweet and expensive smelling perfume, immediately dragging his eyes from his manager and towards you. Usually, he could tell what products another was wearing just based off of smell alone— yet he couldn’t pinpoint what you where wearing, only that it smelled sweet, like candy.
Then, you had the audacity to look as good as you smelled, a unique and eye catching hair style, outfit that hugged your curves perfectly, but not to much, and that only you could pull off. Hell, even your skin held a shimmer in the light, and he wouldn’t have noticed his staring if it weren’t for your eyes meeting his.
Vil couldn’t do anything but give a small smile, turning his attention back to his manager that was still going on and on about a role he’d turn down anyway. It was obvious that you put a lot of effort into your appearance, you where beautiful and you knew it. He knew that if Rook was here, he would never stop gushing over your beauty, rightfully so.
When you actually started talking and hanging out, nobody suspected that he’d fall for you—and you didn’t either. Yet here he was, paying for your nail appointments, your hair, clothes, makeup, doing your makeup, anything that helped maintain your beauty. You had this pretty ass man wrapped around your finger, He even gave you his personalized skincare products, including you in his routine— and was surprised when you turned around and had HIM try YOUR routine.
And he let you. He let you lay him down on your soft bed, watching some show you had put on as background noise but it had started getting good. He let you pull his hair back with a fuzzy soft hairband, and let you smear the cocoa butter on his cheeks before rubbing it into his skin in circular motions.
When you where done with the routine, his skin was not only soft and moisturized (when is it not), but smelled good as well.
Eventually, he noticed his bedtime approaching, getting comfortable in the sheets and adjusting the blanket, but seeing you scrunch your nose at him in a disapproving manner had made him think twice. Did he forget something? Cross a boundary?
“Is something bothering you?” Vil asked, blinking up at you from where he laid as you got up and walked to the other side of the room. It had amused him when you came back and wordlessly slipped a bonnet on his head, tucking the loose strands of hair in with your new acrylic nails and humming with contentment.
“Ah, I see. Thank you.”
“You can keep it, I have several.” You said, putting one on your own head and turning the light off, going to bed with a satisfied smile beside him. He wondered how he didn’t think of wearing a bonnet to bed himself, the satin fabric soft against his forehead.
“Goodnight, Love.”
“G’night, love you too.”
So maybe, pursuing someone wasn’t so pestering after all. His career would live.
~~~~~ <3
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this is soooooooooo silly but I'm ravaging google trying to find any. ANY information on these things, or someone willing to sell me one, because these were my FAVORITE TOYS as a tiny child and I miss them so deeply. the only info I can gather is they're called Miles o' Smiles (or maybe that's the company?) and were made in the early 2000s. I had the yellow flower and the translucent peace smilies and oh my god. greatest stim toy ever manufactured.
anyways uhm. If you have one of these. Please let me know. I don't even need to have them, just a picture to PROVE they existed would make me complete 🙂
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