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𝖆𝖈𝖖𝖚𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 : choso x fem reader

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 : choso just couldn’t wait for you and him to be acquainted.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 : college au, smut, porn with plot, vaginal sex, praise, teasing, fingering, edging?

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖙 : 5.3K

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 : inspired by lyrics from acquainted by the weeknd.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! probably my favorite yet. i hope you enjoy it; if so, follow me for more. au revoir!

18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT

Baby, you're no good 'cause they warned me ‘bout your type.

“Yeah, no.”

“What do you mean no?”

“I mean, NO. She’s bad news, dude.”

“How do you know?”

“Well, I don’t. She just gives off the vibe that she’d break your heart or somethin'.”

“How’s that?”

“Well, she’s out of your league, first of all. You’re kinda awkward, and I can’t tell if you’re celibate or just can’t get laid. That and she’s pretty friendly with everyone.”

“Shouldn’t she be friendly?”

“Yeah, a little too friendly. A jealous motherfucker like you wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“She wouldn’t be that way if she was in a relationship, right?”

Yuuji raised his eyebrow and threw his arms up.

“The world may never know. That is unless…you wanna know?”

Choso rolled his eyes, following Yuuji to class.

Baby, you're no good; I think I fell for you.

Little did Yuuji know Choso was already in love with you. As much as he’d try not to, he couldn’t help but see you walking around campus. 

Pretty face adorned with sparkly lipgloss, your hair always down, giving a slight view of your hoop earrings. You usually wore a little locket necklace, never telling anyone what was inside, sitting atop a pink shirt that your tits always looked great in. Then a miniskirt that, depending on the breeze that day, gave a sneak peek of your ass. Then, the heels you wear, except for the winter when you wore a cute pair of boots with leggings, he could practically see through them. It was tough when he was in class with you; you raised your hand to answer a question, a French manicure, and the clinking of your bangles that were practically ASMR for him. Then, there were your books that, when some random guy wasn’t offering to hold them, pressed against your chest, making your breasts lift as you walked. Sometimes, you’d wear a perfume that smelled like cake; other days, vanilla, pretty hard to miss as you walked by. Then there was your skin, always glowing like you drank from the fountain of youth or something, legs smooth as you crossed them over one another or stood before the seminar to answer a question on the board. Sometimes, you had a pair of stockings or thigh highs that covered them, ending a little lower than where your skirt ended; god forbid you bent over, which you were careful never to do, usually asking someone to pick something up for you. You never touched a door either; sure, it was because every guy wanted to fuck you, running around like your puppies ready for a task; sometimes you gave them one, they’d run back to you with a lollipop or something like that, which you parted your lips so sexily to take in and suck. 

It's not like he was paying attention or anything.

You got me puttin' time in.

Now, Choso wasn’t terrible at talking to girls, sometimes getting approached but a little too awkward to continue the conversation. Then again, he had the hots for you, so it was hard to look at anyone else. He’d got it in his mind that he’d talk to you one of these days. Maybe he’d ask you out on a date, but he wouldn’t know how he’d react if you rejected him; in light of that, he never said anything to you, just an awkward look if you guys ever made eye contact, which you always gave him a confident one, followed by a wave. But all that was thrown out the window right now. He was too shocked that you were standing in front of him to hear what you’d said; your face had one of those optimistic looks, hands sitting on his desk in the library as your arms squished your tits together, leaning over a bit to look at him.

“Hello, earth to Choso, you there?”

“Sorry, could you repeat that?”

Your skirt sat particularly short on your hips today, your belly button ring gleaming with a little heart at the end, but his eyes drifted to your waistline, a little bit of a pink fabric peeking ever so slightly out the top of your denim-

“I said, “Hey, Choso! What’s up?””

“Oh, sorry. Not much, how about you?”

“Oh, nothin’; saw you were sittin’ alone and wanted to come say hi; that okay?”

It was more than okay. He had to shift in his seat, boner becoming irritably hard against his thigh.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Uh, wanna take a seat?”

“Sure! So, whatcha workin' on?”

“Oh, I’m just studying for the statistics exam.”

“That class is super hard! I feel like I’m not getting any of it.”

He took that as his one-way ticket to testing the waters with you.

“I could, um, tutor you if you want.”

“Really? You’d do that for me?”

You perked up, hand touching his arms, tits calling out as you shifted towards him in the seat. He couldn’t take his eyes off them, but he knew he had to focus if this was gonna work at all.

“Yeah, it’s no problem.”

“Perfect, when are you free?

He was free anytime for you.

“Uh, I’m free after classes; what about you?”

“Hmm, well, I have a sorority meeting at six tomorrow, so that probably won’t work, but then, ooo, I have cheer practice on Thursday, ugh, and I can’t forget Nobara’s party on Friday!”

“So, Wednesday?”

“Perfect! We’d just have to do it after my nail appointment at 3.”

He looked at your nails; nothing looked bad about them, so he was confused. He hadn’t realized how busy you were, which explained why you didn’t have a boyfriend. But that only made him feel worse.

“I think your nails are nice like that?”

You were blushing now, bringing a hand out in front of you two.

“Ya think so? I was thinking of changing the color; I've changed my mind since last week.”

Your phone got a ring; he noticed it was Mai, a girl he’d often see you walking around with. Happily, you answered it.

“Hey babe, what's up?”

He couldn't hear what Mai was saying to you on the phone, but fuck, he wished you'd answer the phone like that for him. That's when it struck him that he hadn't even-

“Sorry about that! She had to tell me about this crazy thing one of our sisters did.”

“Sisters?”

“Yeah, like in our sorority, silly! Anyways, gotta blast, but I enjoyed our chat!”

You pulled a pen out of your purse along with a piece of gum; after unwrapping it and putting it in your mouth, you grabbed Choso’s hand, writing down your phone number.

“There ya go, put it in fast so it doesn’t wash off, 'kay? Bye, cutie!”

With that, you walked away. See, this is where Choso was fucked; he had to think about when he should text you, now, later today, or Wednesday? That and his boner. He hurried up and shuffled to his and Yuuji’s dorm room, using his backpack to cover his crotch.

Nobody got me feeling this way.

“YOU GOT HER NUMBER?”

“Yes, but it’s because I’m tutoring her.”

“So, you and her, alone. “Studying”.”

“Yes, Yuuji, now fuck off!”

When Choso told Yuuji about the exchange earlier, he was convinced you were on something.

“So, she just randomly walked up to you? Isn’t that weird?”

“Is it that foreign for someone to want to talk to me?”

Yuuji looked him up and down, giving him that look. Choso scoffed and continued typing up his essay. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, if he was being honest. He tried his best to put off texting you, but that lasted all but 4 hours.

“Hey. It’s Choso.”

He sighed as he threw his head back. He was feeling a bit stupid, to be honest. For all he knew, you had been dared to talk to him, or it was a little game you came up with. Still, he knew it wasn’t in your character to do something like that, but his self-loathing told him otherwise. All of a sudden, though, his screen lit up.

“haiiii <3 wednesday still good? :3”

“Yeah, what time?”

“let’s do 5, 'kay?”

“Sounds good.”

“yay! see you then :p.”

When Wednesday came around, Choso was nervous all day. Yuuji teased him for it, saying there was nothing to worry about; you guys were only “studying.” Choso had seen you in class with the usual demeanor and look, but instead, today, you gave him a wink as you walked by, which went straight to his dick. It had been 4:55, and he was pacing his room, trying to mentally and physically prepare to be alone with you for the next hour or so. But then five came, then 5:05, then-

A knock at the door, which he was praying, wasn't Yuuji coming back to the room; he told Choso earlier he was gonna spend the night out ‘In case something happened.’ Much to Choso’s bliss, it was you, panting a bit. 

“I'm so sorry! I spilled my smoothie on my other top, so I had to change, then I ran over as fast as I could! You’re not too mad at me, are you?”

Choso had realized you had a different shirt on when he opened the door. This one was a lower cut, your cleavage on full display, the bottom short cropped. Damn, you looked good.

“You’re fine; come in.”

“Ooo, thanks!”

You walked into the room, and he waited for you to say something; his room was pretty much clean, except for a pair of socks Yuuji left on the floor. Instead, you smile at him, then bend over to set your purse and books- fuck, you bent over. Choso looked at every single item in the room, anything to not stare at your ass in his peripheral vision. Quickly, you got up and turned around, Choso flustered as ever.

“Somethin’ wrong?”

“Uh, no…let’s get started.”

An hour passed, and Choso was shocked at his level of resolve. He tried his best to help you and pay attention to the papers in front of you, but fuck, your tits looked great from this angle.

“All done! I think this is the best I’ve ever done! Thank you so so much!”

You wrapped your arms around him, bringing him into a hug that made his breath rapid. You pulled back from him now, still hugging him, as you looked up at him with those doe eyes of yours. Choso was much taller than you, so he was getting quite the view, but that came with him looking the most flustered he’s ever been. You let go with a giggle, walking over to sit on his bed. He watched you sit back on your hands, legs slightly open as your chest poked out. God, you looked cute, even better that you were sitting on HIS bed.

“Hey, Choso?”

“Yeah?”

“I need your help with something.”

“What’s up?”

You got me touchin' on your body…

He walked over to you with a confused look on his face. What could you possibly want? You guys had already studied, which is what you both agreed to; maybe another class-

You opened your thighs to him, panty-clad pussy on full display.

He was about to fucking die. He couldn’t help but pinch himself; he had to be dreaming. It was already surprising to him that you were in his room, but you practically asking him to touch your pussy was an enigma. You pulled him forward by his shirt, his face up to yours.

“That is, if you wanna.”

Choso started melting, but he wouldn’t let this opportunity pass him by. With urgency, he dropped to his knees, positioning himself on the floor between your legs, both draped over his shoulders as he pulled you closer to him. God, he could smell you; it was making him hungry. Then there was your thong soaked from your wetness, leading him to wonder how long you wanted this. The print of your lips against the fabric was about to send him over. He brought his hands up your legs, the feeling of your plush thighs making him ache, all the way up to your hips, where he flipped your skirt up. He wasted no time grabbing the edge of your panties, backing up to pull them down your legs. You opened up a little more for him, soaked pussy on full display. He was dreaming, he was dreaming, he was dreaming. He experimentally brought his fingers up to spread your lips apart, precum dripping out of you. He almost passed out, but that was the last thing he needed to start his mission.

Choso brought his lips down to your pussy, lapping up all of your juices, then fucking his tongue into you. You were moaning, body arching as you found your fingers in his hair. Fuck you tasted good. He brought his tongue to your clit, circling the bud slowly, making the most out of this situation and simultaneously making you whimper.

“Choso….”

You sounded so fucking good. Every moan of his name went straight to his dick, which was looking to rub against anything to get some relief. He brought his fingers up and slipped them inside you, making you groan loudly. He explored your walls carefully, but it wasn’t until he curled his fingers that he really got a rise out of you.

“Fuck, right there, don’t stop!”

He was a damn good listener. He pumped his fingers in and out of you as your body jerked, begging to cum. He was in disbelief; he was the one making you feel like this. Moan like this. Cum like this. It came hard, fingers gripping his hair in a way that brought him out of his hazy state. And fuck, as you came down, you rutted your pussy against his tongue, mouth still opened and eyes rolled back. Choso was in fucking heaven. You were panting on his bed, half-naked, back still arched; you were a sight to see. You began to come back to earth, sitting up on your hands again, pussy most likely staining the sheets, but it’s not like he fuckin' cared.

“Come here.”

Your usual bubbly demeanor left the second you came, grabbing Choso by his shirt and bringing him down to kiss you. You opened your legs so he could position himself between them, kissing him intensely now. Instinctively, he brought his hand up to your tits, groping them through the fabric of your shirt, pinching your nipple once he found it. He ruts his hips against yours, making you groan into his mouth. Fuck, you were so hot, all of his senses were filled with you, he was gonna lose his-

I know I'd rather be complacent.

He fucking came on himself. Simultaneously, your phone began to ring, the same tone as the other day when Mai called you. With a pout, you walked over to his desk to grab your phone. God, he praised himself for wearing back sweats that day. Luckily for him, it didn’t seem you noticed, picking up the phone and smiling. Just like that, you were back to your usual self.

“Hey, hey!”

Mai said something to you as Choso went to his drawer, already looking for a set of underwear and pants to replace the ones he accidentally soaked. You were pouting now, tilting your head to the side as you talked to her.

“But Maiiii, I’m doing something super important!”

You looked at him from head to toe, smirking as you continued talking. Fuck, what were you guys talking about?

“Ugh, fine, but you owe me! See you in a bit.”

You hung up the phone and walked over to him, a sad look on your face as you wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your head into his chest.

“You gotta go?”

“Yeah, but I really don’t want to!”

“It’s fine. You should be ready for the test on Thursday.”

You bent over to pick up your purse and books again; this time, he really couldn’t look because he knew his dick would probably betray him. You put your heels back on, getting on your tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.

“Bye, cutie!”

“Um, bye.”

Choso took a shower as soon as you left, in which he had to relieve himself from the events of today. It’s like he couldn’t get your taste you out of his head; every time he tried to focus on his essay, you were there. It didn’t help when he found your thong on the floor beside his bed. Shit, he hadn’t even thought to put them back on you. Quickly, he texted you, letting you know you forgot them.

“oopsie :3 consider them a gift ;)”

Fuck, you were dangerous.

Girl, I'm so glad we're acquainted.

Baby, you're no good.

“YOU DID WHAT?”

“Shut the fuck up, you're gonna wake the whole hall!”

“Let me get this straight, you fucked her?”

“No, yes, well, not exactly. I, you know…”

“Awe shit, she sucked your-”

“NO, YUUJI, JESUS.”

“So, what did you- Holy shit, you gave her head!”

Choso became flustered, never really having a conversation with Yuuji about his sex life, but Yuuji was more than open about his.

“Yes, I gave her head.”

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!”

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up! You’re too damn loud!”

“Sorry, sorry. It’s not like I didn’t believe in you or anything, but a girl like that? I probably would’ve cum on myself.”

Now, Choso knew you were busy, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to see you again. He’d remembered everything you said you had to do, so he figured he’d talk to you again at Nobara’s party. He was initially going because Nobara was a mutual friend through Yuuji, but now, he had a way better reason. You guys had seen each other around the halls Thursday, you giving him a wink every time you saw him, and he’d return it with a blush and grin. He hadn’t texted you either, trying to be considerate of your time, but as Friday afternoon came along, you appeared to be distant with him. He was nervous at this point. What if he was over-analyzing things? Just a quick fuck to get each other’s rocks off? Then, unfortunately, the thought came to mind that maybe you had realized he came on himself, which hurt his feelings pretty bad. I mean, he couldn’t help it; spontaneous oral on the girl he’d liked for months now, he was already in bad shape to begin with. But, fuck, he missed you.

All my homies think I'm crazy 'cause I'm thinkin' 'bout us lately.

Nobara’s party could be heard down the street, some AirBnb, all your sisters put in on. Choso couldn’t lie; it was pretty nice, a large house with at least eight bedrooms, a pool and basketball court in the back, and balconies on almost every window. He and Yuuji had shuffled their way into the house, Yuuji immediately looking for something to drink that was far from water. Once he found a bottle of tequila, he poured him and Choso a couple of shots, both throwing them back like it was nothing. Yuuji seemed to know everyone at this party, sparking conversation with damn near anyone that walked by. He and Choso found their way to the backyard, sitting in the little patio section next to the pool.

“So, did you text her yet?”

“No, I’m pretty sure she’s upset with me about something.”

“Cause she’s been giving you the silent treatment?”

“Something like that.”

“Well, she’s obviously not giving it to him.”

But really, if I could, I'd forget about you.

Yuuji pointed to you on the other side of the pool, talking to some guy. You held a cup, presumably with alcohol, but what you were wearing was the kicker. You hadn’t bothered to wear a top, just your string bikini covering your tits, which wasn’t doing a very good job of covering them up. Then there were your shorts; they were basically underwear with how high they came up, the underside of your ass on display. You were leaning into the guy, obviously in deep conversation. The guy, however, was getting an eyeful; he couldn’t even make eye contact with you because he was staring so intently at your chest. 

You got me puttin' time in.

Choso couldn’t lie, it pissed him off real bad. He couldn’t tell if it was because you were talking to this guy and not him or because the guy was looking at you so inappropriately; it wasn’t like he was one to talk. But his jaw locked as he saw the guy slip a hand onto your waist as you stumbled a bit, and you didn’t stop him.

“She’s free to do what she wants.”

“Yeah, she’s doin’ what she wants, alright. Your face was in her pussy on Wednesday, and she’s probably gonna do the same to him tonight.”

Nobody got me feeling this way.

Yuuji’s comment had put a fire under Choso’s ass. Immediately, he got up from where he and Yuuji sat, heading straight towards you.

“Told you, you were jealous, bitch!”

Now, Choso wasn’t the confrontational type, but three shots in, he felt a little bit of that liquid courage. He’d closed the gap between the patio and the pool quickly, focused on getting to you; as he walked up, he could hear you giggling at whatever that fucker was saying. You turned your head in surprise, an awkward smile on your face as Choso grabbed your arm.

“Gonna borrow her right quick.”

Choso could hear the guy cursing him out in confusion as he walked away with you, but if anyone was confused, it was you.

You got me touchin' on your body….

Choso led you up the stairs as you rushed to keep up, spilling your drink a bit. He found an empty bedroom, walked you into it, and locked it behind him.

“Choso, what the actual fuck?”

“What are you doing, huh?”

“What am I doing? What am I doing? Motherfucker, what are you doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you haven’t talked to me in days. Then you pull me in here, like I’m the bad guy or something, fuck, did eating me out mean anything to you?”

“Of course it did! I haven’t texted you because I wanted to give you space!”

“I could’ve made time for you! I don’t wanna hear your shitty excuses as to-”

To say that we're in love is dangerous…

Your sentence was cut short by Choso pulling you into a kiss. You were fucking mad at him, sure, but you wanted to fuck him more than anything. That’s why you let him lay you on the bed behind you, mouth coming to kiss you, even deeper this time. He pulled back to undo your top, allowing your tits free.

“So, who the fuck was that?”

He brought his lips down to your nipple, sucking it as you moaned softly.

“A friend, what are you, jealous?”

He sucked the other one, massaging your tits as you watched him intently.

“Depends.”

“On?”

But, girl, I'm so glad we're acquainted.

Choso began to move his way down, sucking the skin of your stomach as he brought his hands down to hook into your shorts. He had them down to your ankles, pulling them off of you.

“I’m your friend too, no?”

“Something like that.”

He undid the strings on your bikini, throwing them somewhere in the room. He brought his face down to you, kissing your inner thighs to tease you.

“You let all your friends eat your pussy?”

Ever since I met you, I couldn't believe what you did.

You couldn’t answer his question, body reacting to the kitten licks he was giving your clit. Choso was a bit more familiar with you now; he knew you liked it when he fucked you with his tongue and that you moan a little harder when he pressed his tongue harder on our bud. But, god, you were intoxicating. He missed the taste of your pre-cum on his lips, shamelessly saturating his whole face with your juices. That is until he pulled his face back, teasing you.

“Answer me, princess.”

“No, I don't.”

That made him hungry, greedy even. His face was back on you, fucking his tongue into you as he pinned your hips down, watching you squirm from the pleasure. The pleasure he was giving you.

Choso picked up the pace of his tongue, his fingers finding their way to your pussy, curling them as he sucked on your clit. One hand still on your hips to keep you still; it was all in vain because when you came, your body came undone. You buck your hips into his touch, moaning his name as you let him suck you through your high. You were fucking beautiful. He pulled up to look at you, smirking as he saw your tits rise and fall from all the panting you were doing. He figured it wasn’t too bad to give you another orgasm; you looked so fucking hot coming down that he couldn’t resist drinking your cum as he brought his thumb to your clit. You were on fucking fire, still recovering from before, and now he was bringing you up to his face. He pinned you down, devouring you instantly.

Now, Choso felt a little adventurous, bringing his hands up to rub your nipples between his fingers while you fucked his face. You didn’t know where all this nerve came from, presumably because he’s made you cum twice now, the third one about to join. But you honestly didn’t give a fuck. If he had the balls to eat you as good as he was doing, you could care less. Because his tongue was just too damn distracting. You began to grind your pussy on his face, not even considering his ability to breathe; it’s not like he was concerned about it. You were moaning his name like a symphony, pulling them out of you more frequently as you felt your body giving in again.

“Choso, I’m, I, fuck!”

So comfort me…

Choso smirked into your pussy as you came, falling over onto the bed immediately. He was kissing you now, soft and sweet, like he didn’t intend to fuck the shit out of you. With a careful hand, he brought your leg up, pulling it away from the other so he could get in between them. He enjoyed the view of you, spent and gasping for air, bucking your hips slowly as you waited for him to fuck you. As he began removing his clothes, he continued this little conversation.

“Hm, that doesn’t make sense then, does it?”

“You’re more than a friend, Choso.”

At this point, he’d taken everything but his boxers off, dick almost stabbing out the front of his briefs. He took them off quickly, bringing his body back up to sit on top of yours. He kissed you as he fingered your pussy again, making you squirm under his touch. Messily, he brought your cum out of your pussy, rubbing it over his shaft as he looked down at you.

“More than a friend, huh?”

Choso kissed your neck as he slid his dick in, holding your hips as he rolled his into yours. He was painfully slow, pulling out to sink back in. Fuck, it was torture.

“Yes, Choso! Now fuck me, please!”

“No problem.”

He slammed his hips into yours, making you groan. He gripped you tightly as he fucked you, forehead meeting yours so he could see your pretty face as you took him so well.

 “When was the last time you got fucked?”

“Months ago.”

“So, you decided you just wanted me to eat your pussy one day?”

He began that slow pace again, scratching his back as he reached the deepest parts of you.

“No, I liked you for a while! Thought you didn’t like me ‘til I met you in the library!”

He couldn’t fucking believe it. This entire time you’d been waiting for him to make a move, and he was too fucking pussy to do it. Well, he’ll make it up to you now by fucking your pussy. He hit that sweet spot inside you as you moved your hips to meet his, hands brushing through his hair as he gave it to you right where you needed him. And god, you were sexy. You pressed your tits against his chest as he fucked you into the bed, practically screaming his name every time he’d give you a hard thrust to get a rise out of you.

“I want you, princess.”

To be fair, you hadn’t really entertained any of the guys who wanted you; they’d just ogle you, but you wanted someone who’d claim you. Make you his. And Choso was doing it. He fucked you like no one had ever done before, sucking hickeys all over you that you were sure you didn’t have enough concealer to cover up. Then, there was the way he’d moan into your ear. Sometimes your name, but mostly baby, princess, beautiful. He was taking you higher and higher, and you didn’t wanna come down.

“Then, I’m yours.”

Ain't no rush from me.

That was enough for Choso. He fucked you faster, keeping your hips still so he could fuck you how you needed it. Your body was practically begging to cum again, all but throwing yourself at him. He prayed you’d cum soon because he’d be down for the count here shortly, panting into the side of your neck as he took you. And take you, he did, gripping his shoulders as you moaned his name into the room, eyes rolling back and mouth wide open as you came for the third time that night. You honestly didn’t know you had it in you, nor did Choso, because he was right behind you, gripping the headboard as he fucked you through his orgasm, whimpering your name as he fell to pieces inside you. Your pussy was like fucking heaven, taking his cum so well as your hands fell to your side, too fucked out to move.

I’ll keep on touchin' on your body. To say that we're in love is dangerous…

Choso fell beside you, exhausted as ever. He was grateful he’d taken precautionary measures and relieved himself before he came to the party cause he surely would’ve cum the second he felt your pussy. He looked over at you; he could tell you were pretty damn tired; who wouldn’t be after he made you cum so many times. So, he helped you put your clothes back on, carrying you down the stairs and out to his car. He shot Yuuji a text to let him know he was leaving, choosing to leave out the details of what he had been doing for the past hour and a half. After getting you in the car, he got in the driver’s seat and started it.

“Ima take ya home, okay?”

You perked up a little, grabbing his arm and wrapping around it.

“Wanna go home with you!”

“Whatever ya want, princess.”

Choso gripped your thigh as he drove off, returning to his dorm. He carried you to his room, removing your clothes and helping you get into one of his t-shirts. Both of you in the bed, he pulled you into his chest, letting you get comfortable. You look up at him, smiling a bit as you yawn.

“Night, baby!”

You kissed him quickly and laid back down, drifting off to sleep.

‘Baby’, huh? He could get used to that.

But, girl, I'm so glad we're acquainted.

♱ the song used in this story is acquainted by the weeknd. 🖤

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𝖆𝖚 𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖎𝖗, 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖞𝖗𝖚𝖎𝖓.

[malusokay]

Angelic winter guide

Light candles in the morning when it's still dark and gloomy outside to create a cosy and peaceful atmosphere. <3

Write down some positive winter affirmations to set the tone for the day!

Invest in some cute accessories like ear muffs, bows, legwarmers, mittens or pearl jewellery! <3

Style your hair with pretty ribbons and dainty braids.

Buy yourself a cute mug for all your adorable winter drinks!

Start slowly preparing for the Holliday season, make some plans and chat with your friends.

Look out for your loved ones! Seasonal depression can be tough. Make sure they know that you are there for them. <3

Get a pretty manicure, maybe some rosy pinks, french or something glittery!

Experiment until you find the perfect hot chocolate recipe, and share it with your loved ones!

Play classical music in the background for a calm vibe.

Make sure your hands and lips stay soft! The cold can be really rough on your skin; try something with a nice scent, like vanilla. <3

Purchase a big, fluffy scarf to keep you warm.

Draw little hearts or write sweet messages on foggy windows for strangers to find; it might make their day! :)

Start adding cinnamon to your coffee; it matches the bitterness really well. <3

Take care of your skin, especially during the cold winter months; your skin deserves some extra love.

Wear cosy knitted sweaters In light pastel colours to keep you warm.

Try the 'snowy/I'm cold make-up' trend! It's adorable! (like in the cover picture) <3

Make your bed comfy; add lots of silk pillows and fuzzy blankets.

Drink tea with honey after coming home to warm up from the cold.

Bake something lovely to share and invite your friends to a cosy get-together. Maybe some cinnamon rolls? :)

Cuddle up in a warm blanket, light candles, open your windows and read while enjoying the cold air.

I hope everyone has been doing alright and November has been teating you well. As always, feel free to add more suggestions in the comments! <3

✩‧₊*:・love ya ･:*₊‧✩

[555sage]

SUMMARY — calling my favorite men pretty.

DAVE EAST

You and Dave sat courtside at the Wizard’s game. Dave was watching the game as it went on. Your arm was entangled with his, you just couldn’t help but to always have yourself on Dave in some type of way. It was one of your love languages and he knew it. Dave also loved the feeling of you on him which makes you feel better because you did not want to seem too clingy. But, Dave is always reassuring you that he loves your physical affection.

You looked up at the Jumbotron— watching as they replayed the last play in the game by Kyle Kuzma. After, they started showing celebrities and influencers on the screen. A big smile came across your face when Dave’s face appeared on the screen. You tapped his thigh and point at the screen. “Look.”

He looked at the camera in front of him and smirked. Such a pretty face, you thought.

The cameramen went off to film the next people that sat in the rows above us.

“You’re so pretty.” You leaned into him watching him closely.

He deeply chuckled, “I’m what mami?”

“Pretty.” You shrugged.

“Mhm no, that’s you all you baby.” He hummed leaning in to give you a kiss

You pulled away and put your hand up to his lips, “Unh-uh pretty boy.”

He looked at you confused, “What’s wrong?”

“Tell me what I wanna hear first.” You smirked at him.

“Mami you serious right now?”

“So serious.” You gave him a big smile.

“I’m pretty and shit.” He muttered. “Now stop playing and give me them lips girl.”

You once again rejected his kiss, “I couldn’t hear you baby boy.” You giggled knowing full well you heard him say what you wanted.

He smacked his lips and leaned in closely, “I’m pretty.”

The feel of his warm and minty breath made you shudder. You held back the moan that was threatening to come out.

“Hmm? Can I kiss my lady now?” His tongue swipes across his lips.

You give in, “Yes you can my pretty boy.” You press your glossy lips against his. 

YAHYA ABDUL-MATEEN II

“Wanna taste?”

You held your fork full with mashed potatoes up to Yahya for him to taste. Yahya for no reason at all had a reservation set for you two at your favorite steakhouse. The things he does for you unexpectedly is what makes you love him more.  

Yahya opened his mouth welcoming the taste of garlic parmesan mashed potatoes. “Mmm.” He hummed in satisfaction.

“Good right?” You nodded your head.

“Yeah, now I see why you’re always craving their mashed potatoes.”

What you loved most about the steakhouse was their mashed potatoes, even though they’re mainly known for the steaks.

“So now you won’t complain when I say I want their mashed potatoes?” You tilted your head and batted your lashes innocently.

“It’s good, but it ain’t that good baby.”

You pouted, “So you’re saying you don’t love me?”

Yahya laughed at your dramatics his pearly whites showing as he smiled widely. He took hold of your manicured finger and put your hand up to his lips—he gave your knuckles a small peck.

“Anything for my honey. She wants mashed potatoes, that’s what she gets.”

You smiled as you grabbed your glass of Stella Rosa, taking a sip savoring the sweet taste of French Vanilla.

“You always know how to make me happy don’t you pretty boy?” You cooed interlocking your fingers with his.

Yahya’s smile grew wide and chuckled softly. You could tell he was blushing just by his reaction. “Uh-yeah I love my girl what can I say.”

“Mmm.” You smiled leaning in to give your man a kiss.

[doll-wings]

Snow Day Self-Care for a Princess: Rising with the sun to classical music, vanilla body butter, oversized dressing gowns paired with cozy stockings, ice skating and coffee dates, soothing lip balm, French Tip manicures, sweet-scented candles, cuddling with your stuffed animals, at-home facials to keep the skin silky, watching black-and-white romance films from beneath the covers, sleepytime tea at nightfall to help you drift into dreamland ♡

[devilishlycute]

Mima x fem/gen reader pls??

No problem! He's actually my favorite! ^-^

A Latté of Love

Mima Takayuki x F!Barista!Reader

Pronouns: She/They

Summary:

People say a cuppa-joe is a best way to start the day, but for you? The best way to start your day is when a certain cool-headed customer walks in.

"Let's have a good day people!" Your manager cheers as he goes to flip the "Please Come In." sign to face out to the public. You and your co-workers give out half-hearted responses but quickly fell into work.

As you wipe down the counter, you feel a familiar nudge from a certain bubbly girl. "Hey hey, Y/n-cchi~ Do you think that glasses guy's gonna come in today?" Kitagawa asks with little sparkles in her eyes, feeling your face warm up at the sudden mention of him you shook your head dismissively. "I wouldn't know for sure Marin, Mima-san's a very busy man and-" you were cut off by Kitagawa grabbing your hand (the free one, not the one with the rag in it.) and pulling it near her chest, a passionate spark in her eyes.

"You already memorized his name! That's a sign Senpai, a sign!" She emphasizes with a light squeezing. You and Kitagawa hear the light "ring ring~" chime from the door and turn towards the door and bow. Reciting the Coffeehouse's greeting: "Hello and Welcome to O'Latté of Love Coffeehouse. What can we get you started with today?"

And like a well-oiled machine you stayed in the zone, taking orders, making them, and sending the orders to their respective customers. After what felt like ten minutes, you look up to see that indeed two hours had passed and it was time for Kitagawa's break, leaving only you to man the counter.

"I hope he shows up today, good luck Y/n-cchi!" She gives you a well-manicured thumbs up and leaves towards the breakroom. You huff with laughter at the Highschooler's 'support' and continued on with making yourself look busy.

Hearing the bell chime from behind, you look over your shoulder to see two familiar faces walk in: Mima-san and Ichikura-kun.

"I didn't know those two knew each other.. " you mentally note to yourself as you turn to face them.

They seemed to be talking about something, both really not watching where they are walking-

"Ah! Mima-san the table-!" You call out only to watch the poor man get clipped in the hip by the corner of the table. Hissing to yourself, you maneuver your way around the counter and hurry over to the hunched over salaryman and the concerned college student.

Helping Mima sit down on one of the chairs, you ask if he's alright. The poor man responds with a shakey thumbs up, you frown and pat Mima on the shoulder. "I'll come back with some ice. It's not like I haven't done that before, so I know it hurts." You comfort him and left him and Ichikura-kun at the table to fill a plastic baggy with ice.

Handing Mima the ice, he says a pained "Thank you.." And moves the bag to rest against his hip, you hand Ichikura-kun two menus. His eyes scan the menus, processing them, then realizes what they were and takes them from you with a soft "Thanks." .

"Please raise your hand when you're ready to order and please don't hesitate to ask for more ice if it melts Mima-san." And with that you left the table to help a couple who were waiting patiently to be served.

After making a Double-shot Mocha Espresso and French Vanilla and Cocoa latté, you glance over at Mima's table to see his hand raised. Heading over there, you slip your notepad out of your apron and tug your pen from behind your ear. "Are you two ready to order?"

Mima stared up at you, his neutral expression unchanging. But soon his eyes shyly break away from yours, "What... What would you recommend Y/n-san?" You picked up his voice.

Blinking, you move the menu over towards yourself and point down at the drink of the day. "Well.. Today we're serving a refreshing Strawberries and Creme frappe. Cold brew, since the sweet tart of the strawberries would help impact the flavor of the condensed milk." You glanced over at Mima, only to flinch at how close he was to you. Practically shoulder-to-shoulder!

"He's... He's wearing contact lenses. His face is more defined.. Wow, he looks really handsome!" You couldn't help but stare at Mima-san's face more intensely, trying to save a mental image in your head. "That does sound good.. I would like to have- hm? Is there something on my face?" Mima reaches a hand over his face, stroking at random. Snapping out of it you shook my head frantically, "Oh, sorry! It's just.." You felt warmth color your cheeks, "I've never seen you without your glasses Mima-san.." You gaze back into his milk chocolate eyes. "It's a little.. Refreshing. You are, I mean-" Stopping myself from blubbering like a highschooler, you turned to Ichikura-kun.

"Whuh-What about you Ichikura-kun?! What will you have?!" You shouted, scaring the poor boy. His temple began to sweat, he folds his hands to himself. "Salted Caramel Frappe, please." Nodding and repeating the order while you write it down, you quickly rushed back towards the counter. Getting started on their orders, mentally punishing yourself for how you acted.

It took a short amount of time to build the frappes, topping them with their respective toppings and snapping the dome-lids over them securely. Picking two straws from the box and move around the counter with a hint of what others would call grace, but to you, you were just more in-tuned with your surroundings. Stopping at Mima and Ichikura's table you handed them their orders, "One order of "Strawberry Daydream" frappe and one order of "Autumn's Hug" frappe." Both of them blinked owlishly at the names that left your lips, you felt your embarrassment return once more.

"That's what they're labeled as on the menu!! I swear." You explained, Mima reached over and takes an experimental sip. His eyes widened a fraction, pulling the cup away his eyes seemed to shine. "It's delicious." His eyes meet mine again, he seems more awake. "Thank you for the recommendation. It's the right amount of sweet and bitter." He takes another sip, longer than the first one.

"You're welcome... I'm happy you like it! It makes the process of making them that much more rewarding!" You chime cheerfully, stars seem to fall around you. Causing Mima to blink slowly.

"...Cute.." You open your eyes and looked confused, "Huh? Did you say something?" Mima once again turned his head, he felt his ears warm up. "..No, it must have been someone from outside." You nod and point back at the counter, "I'll be over at the counter, if you are ready to leave. Please come to the counter to pay before you leave." You pivot on your foot and turn around to walk away-

BANG!

"...Ow..." You had managed to clip your hip on the chair seated at your right side. "Y/n-san!! Are you okay?!" Ichikura-kun shouts, holding your hand out. "S-See.. Told you I do it sometimes too..." A large hand grasps yours tenderly while another touches your lower back helping you to steady yourself. "Here. I got you, sit here. Hayate, watch her. I'm going to ask for some ice." Feeling Mima's hand leave yours, you missed the warmth he emitted.

Ichikura-kun sipped his drink and fidgeted slightly not knowing what to say or do. "Mima-san's such a nice guy, huh?" You start, catching his attention. Ichikura nods and hums in agreement, "I wouldn't be surprised if he had a romantic partner." You mumble just loud enough for Ichikura to hear you.

Ichikura fiddles with his straw, "As much as I know about Mima-san, I understand that he is single." You turn you head to the shy boy, your eyes wide. "Are you... Are you sure Ichikura-kun? ..Or are you assuming?" You worded carefully, Ichikura-kun nods "I'm pretty sure. When I asked him he told me that he wasn't seeing anyone."

You swallow, feeling your hopes slowly build. Maybe you should just take the plunge, "Did he say if he was interested in-" You were cut off by a deep calm voice saying, "Here. Some ice." A plastic baggy of ice was given to you, by a very familiar hand. A hand that softly held yours just moments ago, feeling heat rush over your head.

Grabbing the bag you touch the ice onto your sore hip. "T-Thank you.." Mima nods and brings over a chair from another table and sits down next to me. Mima looks between us, "Your boss said you should take a break. Would you like to stay and chat?" Mima asks you, you felt the butterflies come back. "If you don't mind me intruding."

Mima let's out a very minuscule smile, "You aren't. You can stay until your hip stops hurting."

That was it, you felt your affection meter skyrocket, you felt your head being clouded with steam. This man, Mima Takayuki, was too much for you to handle.. In a good way.

As you sat inbetween the two, they talked about how their week was going, what "Futami and Souma" did with either one of them, what shenanigans they got caught up in. You contributed to the conversation talking about your bubbly kouhai and other co-workers mishaps.

You let out a laugh at Mima's story when this "Futami-kun" practically dove to save his niece from almost falling off the playground's slide. "He sounds like such a good boy." You smile, Mima mirrored with his own tiny smile. "He really is, but sometimes reckless."

Ichikura-kun looks between the two of you, practically seeing sparkles shimmer and fall around you two. "Those two are like tea and sweet milk.. They bring out the best of eachother.." Hayate notes, he brings his frappe to his lips to sip only to feel nothing enter his mouth, looking down he sees that he had finished his drink.

He looks back up to see that the two are still in deep conversation, looking down at his drink, back at the two adults. He smiles to himself, he stands up and hands Y/n-san the money for his drink. "Well, I should get going Mima-san. I'm tutoring Futami-kun today. Will you be okay here?"

Mima looks up at Ichikura, then looks back at you. His eyes squeeze lightly, then looks back at Ichikura. "I still have five-minutes left of my break." He turns back to you, "Do you still want to keep talking with me? I'm enjoying our chat." You felt your heart throb, you nod. "I don't mind! I'm enjoy talking with you too!"

Ichikura-kun waved towards the two as he left. Leaving you two to talk some more, walking towards the direction of the Café where Futami's sister owned.

"I'm rooting for you... Y/n-san!" Hayate mentally cheers for you.

[stardust-swan]

Elegant Winter Activities ❄️⛸️🩰

❄️ Go see a ballet, such as Swan Lake, Giselle, The Little Match Girl, or The Nutcracker. Dress up elegantly, in a pretty (but warm) dress, furs, heels (regular heels or Victorian-esque heeled boots), sparkly jewellery, velvet bow, shimmery makeup, maybe a brooch to go on the shawl.

❄️ Listen to recordings of the above mentioned ballets at home

❄️ Go to a river or lake and look at the swans, who likely will have migrated to your area at this time of year

❄️ Start baking delicious cakes and cookies for any winter holidays you may celebrate. For me, these are sugar cookies, gingerbread, and rich fruit cakes, but yours could be different based on culture or personal preference.

❄️ Make a creamy, rich hot chocolate with marshmallows and enjoy it with a good book

❄️ Eat lots of marzipan and crystallised fruits

❄️ Visit a Christmas Market

❄️ Light candles with scents like vanilla, cinnamon, and gingerbread

❄️ Listen to playlists with pretty twinkly music, like what the ballerina in a music box would listen to (mine is here)

❄️ Read lots of fairytales with wintery themes, like The Snow Queen by Hans Christian Andersen. Or settle down to some good old-fashioned classic novels by authors like Dickens and Tolstoy.

❄️ Wear rich jewel tones, or a lighter colour scheme with baby blues, whites, and pale pinks. Wear shimmery highlight, a peachy lip gloss for daytime, a winter berry red lip for evening, and diamond or pearl jewellery. Some pieces I personally adore wearing during winter are my swan brooch and Pandora charm bracelet.

❄️ Go ice-skating with your friends and wear cute earmuffs

❄️ Start off your days with a mug of peppermint tea 🍵

❄️ Create a beauty routine geared towards the cold winter air - a rich moisturiser, warm baths with oils and Epsom salts, fuzzy socks on lotioned feet every night, handcream before you put your gloves on, peppermint, vanilla, winter berry, or cocoa lip balms, and glittery body mist. Wrap some snuggly pyjamas around a hot water bottle so that they'll be warm and cozy when you're ready to put them on after your bath

❄️ Get a manicure in pale pink, pearl white, baby blue, or French tips

❄️ Watch nostalgic wintery movies, like Anastasia, Barbie and the Nutcracker, The Swan Princess, or the classic Disney Princess movies

❄️ Decorate your home with items such as crocheted doilies, swan shaped trinket boxes, snow globes, a Nutcracker, a pretty holiday Barbie, and candles

❄️ Go out for a hot mocha and pain au chocolat with your friends

❄️ Buy a tea advent calendar for December. They're like regular calendars, except instead of chocolate, there's a tea bag with a different blend for each day.

[rxwen]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers.

:D yayyyy I love asks games ok ok so in no particular order

1. Lord of the Rings, specifically the books and that includes The Hobbit. fave books ever ever everrrr

2. my kitty cat Snowy who is a menace and evil and cruel to me but he is also a precious baby angel boy

3. rainbows 💖 but like. real ones that you see after the rain

4. hazelnut coffee with French vanilla creamer that is SCALDING hot

5. freshly manicured nails, especially if my nails are long enough to get a nice almond shape that is top tier and long lasting happiness for me

[ang3lik]

me immediately reblogging and participating is so true. i love that you're a lana girl just like me <333 congrats, angel you deserve the absolute world!

❤️ please ! fandom: scream + here's my funky little description!

full name: allyson. ( it's actually my middle name ), entj, she/her, 19. my favorite colors are pink and navy blue. i'm 5'11, afro-latina, and a scorpio sun, taurus moon, and pisces rising (according to my chart i'm ruled by jupiter and the sun). i am a lana truther but some of my other favorite artists include banks, lorde, bad bunny, and coco + clair clair.

i'm bisexual, but i have a larger attraction to women than men. my relationship with my mum is a bit strained but i'm close to my dad (not in the internalized misogyny way though). i was raised in the south (to this day i don't know why my parents did this to me) but spent a lot of time up north and went through the catholic girl phase including ending up wanting to kiss girls lmao. i'm deeply spiritual but not religious and wear a lot of jewelry (gold and silver).

right now i'm in school for cosmetic chemistry to learn how to formulate makeup. i am obsessed with aesthetics. i'm very sentimental and emotional but not when you first meet me. when it comes to love i fall last but the hardest. i love to read (currently rereading beautiful creatures which is an all-time fave) and some of my favorite films are jackie, arrival, last night in soho, thoroughbreds, and the great gatsby. i can be kind to a fault but i don't care because i'd rather die than be known as mean.

according to my friends here are things that they associate with me: leaving long messages for them that connect to bluetooth in their car, coconut and vanilla scented anything, spiced coffee in the mornings bc i learned it from my mum, bamboo hoops, slowed lana songs, minimalism w art deco accents, annotations in my books to the point where the pages are cracking, long box braids, almond shaped nails, pinterest, the almond blossom painting by van gogh (this made me cry), birth charts, going to the cinema alone, upstate new york, and vacations on film.

i am so sorry if this is way too much info but i love you and i'm so proud of you!! you deserve everything you're getting and you are so sweet to top it all of! can't hug you in person but know that i'm always sending you my love, all of it.

my love !! you’re so sweet and all the best girls are lana girls i swear !!

honestly you give me such aqua, mermaidy, beachy, beautiful vibes ! i love earthy girls and with you being an earth sign i feel like your aura and vibe just ties all in so well ! you seem so pretty and peaceful i can just tell you’re a wonderful person ! 💗

but i totally ship you with… jill roberts.

you’re both complete opposites, but opposites attract! you wear the pink shirts and jill wears the blue plaid! a pisces and a taurus are a terrific match! you’re both able to comfort each other in times of need and are a strong, stable couple! you bring a lot of love and brilliance to each other, and help each other find the happiness and delight in things!

you’re both lana lovers! you help jill bring out her emotions and express them to you, it t as yes a-lot for her to open up towards you but you’re her rock! you both share a love of reading and recommend books to each other! you’re both very much vanilla girls, you both smell very sweet, always stealing each others coconut scented body sprays and if you ever trade clothes you can smell each other on them!

you definitely do each others nails! painting them pastels with french tips or even just giving each other manicures sometimes! jill has plans to visit new york at some point and she really wants to take you with her, and explore the big apple with you! she can’t wait for all the adventures and exploring you’ll get up-to! but you both live a very simple life too! you both enjoy just relaxing and being in each others presence.

i hope you like it ! i would love to see you and jill together oml ! 💗

[axonspro]

The Hottest Nail Polish Colors of 2023: Expert Predictions

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[ladyfrija]

“Awaken” (Full Work!)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23402605 “Do I need a reason to dance with my wife?” Just a short fluffy ficlet written as a gift.

Work Text:

Lucius Malfoy had not bothered to remove his dark, muggle style suit before he sat down heavily in his study with, in his opinion, a well-earned glass of brandy. He pulled off the tie and tossed it aside, leaving his shirt open at the neck, silently glad to be rid of it. He never would have thought he would ever wear such a thing, but there had been many of those moments over the last few years.

He closed his eyes, letting the burn of the liquor uncoil his tense muscles, soothe his furrowed brow. He had never expected to be taken into the good graces of decent society again, so the customary whispers, stares and muttered insults that followed him had been expected. Even though it put him on edge, made him brace for a fight, he couldn’t say it bothered him on a personal level. There was only one person whose words and thoughts he coveted and cherished…

“Mind if I join you?” The One’s soft, soothing voice caressed his hearing.

He smirked at the question. He never minded and she damn well knew that.

He opened his eyes and looked up at her pleasing profile. She was all grace and elegance, still dressed in the dark navy evening dress she’d worn to the fundraising gala. She had removed her gloves, and coat, her dark heels adding to the natural curve and swell of her nylon clad calves, drawing his eye to the gentle flare of her hips. Her dark, curly hair barely tamed into an almost regal French twist, one long slender finger dragging a manicured nail along her red sumptuous lips as she leaned in the open door, gazing at him impishly.

By the gods was she beautiful.

Desperate to distract himself, he fought for conversation. “Where’s the baby?” he asked curiously.

“With Draco.” She smiled, straightening and stepping into the dark sanctum of his study. “She should be sleeping, but with her big brother in the house, sleep is off the table it seems. She was having such fun, I asked if he’d hold out with babysitting duty for a while.”

She perched on his knee and he struggled against a groan.

“Oh? To what end?” he asked, taking a swallow of brandy for some strength to resist the more primal urges in him fighting for realization.

“This one.” She whispered, threading her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his tenderly.

He smiled against her kiss, feeling the stress of the evening spent in company of people who he either didn’t know or who still quietly despised him sloughing off of him at her touch. Who would have known two short years ago, that a simple request from the minister of magic to meet with this intrepid young witch to discuss his public support of a new set of laws as a show of good faith with the forgiving ministry would have blossomed into this?

He stood with her, setting her feet gently on the floor as he abandoned his drink to the table beside the chair. Wrapping his arms around her trim waist, he apparated them with a swift pop to the brightly lighted and more spacious drawing room of their townhouse. With a flick of his wand, the Victrola in the corner spun out a melody and as she smiled brightly, tilting her head back in joyful abandon, her laugh brightening his soul as it always had, he pulled her into his arms and drew her into the assured, swaying steps of a waltz.

“A dance?” she asked with intrigue, raising an attractively arched eyebrow. “What’s the occasion?”

“Do I need a reason to dance with my wife?” he asked huskily.

She shivered at his breath at her ear and sighed happily, leaning into his embrace and his chest tightened with unrestrainable reverence, his pulse thrumming with passion, love and adoration. He closed his eyes once more, breathing in her scent, vanilla and jasmine, that kissed the soft flesh of her body.

It was a funny thing, he thought. In the cold silence of winter, you became accustomed to the frost on the glass. The clear, ear ringing silence of the night only snowfall could bring. The bitter wind that chilled your lungs as you breathed. Even the sharp tingle of the ice against your flesh. It could even contain a beauty, a charm, of its own. You learned to be content in the cold, and the silence. There were after all warm fires to sit beside, hot drinks to imbibe on, thick blankets to seek refuge under – but outside the wind still howled, the ice still crackled, the cold still persisted undaunted.

And then, the awakening. Those first weak shudders of spring, as the buds struggled out from the frosted, brittle branches, the birds chirped their songs, defiant sprigs of green and color clawed out from the hard ground. Still the earth shivered, consumed by winter’s sting, blind to the stirrings and first gasps of a world reborn. As they all went on in their grey, sun starved pallor, the landscape dragged the first hints of warmth into its lungs and breathed out hope of renewal…

That’s what it felt like to hold Hermione Granger-Malfoy.

“I’ve been watching you all evening, soliciting donations, striking up support for your campaign.” He said, her cheek pressed gently against his as they turned about the floor in slow, lazy steps. “I was becoming quite jealous. I even envied your champagne flute more than once.”

She laughed again, gazing up at him with such devotion it made his chest ache. “You know by now you own my heart.” She touched his face as if to accentuate her words, dragging her thumb affectionately along his jaw. “I always return to your side.”

It was his turn to breathe deeply in contented tranquility. She was the spring to his winter, melting his December into May. Oh, winter would cling on. Winter would fight. Frigid nights and cold snaps would signal the death rattles of February, struggle through March but eventually life won out, and the warm rays of sun banished those tainted memories of frigid barrenness. Her smile was light bathing the frozen surface of a lake. Her touch was blooms breaking free of their tombs of soil. Her eyes were the warm pools of balm made with fresh herbs that he lost himself in when the past reached out its dead, clawed hands for his soul…

Well it couldn’t have his soul, for he had given it to her.

[streetkittyclaws]

⛓️🍨 biab vanilla french manicure w chrome details🍨⛓️

((used ibd cover pink building gel, born pretty gel polish DR-10, beetles mirror chrome powder, saviland top coat)

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Pistis (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- The Reliable Miss by the people of Olympius

Age- 31 (immortal)

Location- Thessaloniki, Olympius

Personality- She's respectful of herself & others (especially those she dislikes) and she takes her values very seriously. She's honest, consistent, & resourceful. She's single.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess except shapeshifting. As the goddess of trust, reliability, & good faith, her other powers/abilities include invisibilty, having an innate sense to when people are lying, and being able to manipulate the feelings of trust and loyalty in a person or group of people temporarily.

Pistis lives in the state of Thessaloniki in a newly refurbished Classical home built out of marble with ivory inlay. The interior design is the perfect mixture of minimalist and contemporary with neutral tones for colors. Most of the flooring (except the kitchen & bathrooms) are covered in beige carpeting (made from chenille fabric). She has one pet- a she-dragon named Òrinda whose breathtaking pale silvery violet scales is often complimented on. Pistis also owns a vehicle, a sleek silver car. Because she lives so far away from her job, Òrinda is usually her mode of transportation.

Some of her favorite drinks include coconut water, aloe vera juice, ginger ale, non alcoholic piña colada smoothies, white wine, horchata, classic martinis, & her all time favorite- the vanilla martini. Her usuals at The Roasted Bean is a cafe au lait or a large pineapple-lychee splash.

For work Pistis is an advisor and assistant to the goddess Praxidike (goddess of judicial punishment); who's also a judge on the Grand Olympian Court. The general responsibilties is that she handles the daily hectic schedule of the goddess. She has a front row seat to how the court actually works & how the justices handles the cases they recieve. Pistis also has access to criminal records. Because she works in New Olympus, she'll often stay at The Grand Eaglepoint Hotel.

Her absolute favorite dessert are the vanilla-white chocolate macarons from Hollyhock's Bakery. She also likes vanilla bean pots de creme, madeleines, sugar cookies, ladyfingers (which she likes to eat with vanilla ice cream), and a dessert sandwich she likes making with two slices of french toast, marshamallow creme, caramel sauce, and then is dusted with powdered sugar.

She likes to keep her nails short, neat, & french manicured.

There's this vanilla scented perfume from Olmorfia that she loves wearing.

Pistis is the younger sister to Aletheia (goddess of truth), who's also a justice of the Grand Olympian Court. They're not speaking to each other presently. Their relationship became strained after Aletheia chose her best friend Sophrosyne (goddess of moderation, temperance, & restraint) over Pistis to be her maid of honor. Pistis ended up not attending the wedding and she has still not gotten over the slight. Her relationship with her brother-in-law Nomos (god of laws) is okay, but she finds it annoying when he meddles into her relationship with her sister.

In the pantheon her best friend is Eusebeia (Bea) (goddess of piety, loyalty, duty, & filial respect). She's a loyal friend through and through. They text and call each other daily & hang out whenver they can. Pistis also helped paint Bea's place! Aside from Praxidike, she's also good friends with her younger sister Amphictyonis (Amy) (goddess of diplomacy), Eudaimonia (goddess of happiness), Leto (Titan goddess of demurity & motherhood), Peitharchia (goddess of obedience & discipline), Eunostos, Promylaia, Favian (god of philosophy), Dimósia (goddess of debate), The Litae, Sophia (goddess of thought), Eikono (goddess of iconography & literature), and Philotes (goddess of sex, friendship, & affection). Pistis is also a member of the Titan goddess Mnemosyne's esteemed book club! She dislikes the god Dolos as well Apate (goddess of fraud & deception), Kakia (goddess of vice & moral wrongdoing), Hybris (goddess of insolence, hubris, & reckless pride), and Dyssebeia (goddess of ungodliness & impiety).

For other means of income Pistis is a contributing writer for The Oracle newspaper and O Dianooumenos. She also endorses/models for Glory's Crown (loves the black vanilla products), Olive Visibly, Momentum, Olmorfia, & Euryphaessa.

She likes the grilled chicken sandwich with a mediterranean salad (with extra cilantro lime dressing) from The Bread Box.

Pistis isn't actively seeking out a relationship. She's not opposed to being in one, but feels that the pool for eligible suitors for a goddess is about as deep as a puddle.

Her favorite flowers are white freesias!

She was gifted with a simple Diamond Ave. crystal embellished clutch from Praxidike. As a birthday gift, Bea gave her a white gold key charm necklace.

In her free time she loves riding on dragonback! She also enjoys reading, yoga, cooking, swimming, baking, doing needle work, pottery, going to the opera & museum, and tennis.

Some of her favorite meals that she cooks include tostones with salsa verde, caldo santo, arroz junto (extra spicy!), and ladenia.

"A broken trust is never wholly repaired."

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Caitriona Ebing Burke: character introduction

Basic Information

Full Name: Caitriona Ebing Burke, formerly Caitriona Yaxley

Nickname(s): Cait, pronounced Kate (only Benjy calls her this)

Age: 21

Date of Birth: 5 July 1960, 9:05pm

Hometown: the Burke estate, Burke Lodge, in Connemara, County Galway, Republic of Ireland

Current Location: lives in Connemara, spends most of her time in London

Ethnicity: ½ white, ½ Chinese

Nationality: Irish

Gender: cisfemale

Pronouns: she/her

Species: human, witch

Orientation: demiromantic, pansexual

Religion: atheist

Occupation: unemployed

Living Arrangements: Burke Lodge

Language(s) Spoken: English, Irish, Mandarin, Latin, Ancient Greek, French, Cantonese

Accent: Irish, understandable but distinct

Left or  Right Handed: left

Magic Information

School Attended: Hogwarts

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Blood Status: pureblood

Wand: elm, phoenix feather, 10 ½”, hard; walnut, dragon heartstring, 10”, swishy (an unregistered wand Caitriona uses to work on more questionable artifacts, previously belonging to her paternal great-grandmother)

Patronus: black swan

Boggart: herself, alone and abandoned by everyone who cares about her

Amortentia: old books, leather, rice water, vanilla and chai

Quidditch?: no

Prefect?: yes

O.W.Ls: Potions; E, Charms; E, Herbology; E, Transfiguration; E, Defense Against the Dark Arts; E, History of Magic; E, Astronomy; E, Arithmancy; E, Study of Ancient Runes; E

N.E.W.Ts: Potions; E, Charms; E, Transfiguration; E, Defense Against the Dark Arts; E, Arithmancy; E, Study of Ancient Runes; E

Favorite spell : specialis revelio

Magic they wish they were better at : n/a; if Caitriona wants to be better at something, she works at it until she’s satisfied

Physical Appearance

Long hair or short hair? : long, mid back

Hair color, and is it natural or dyed? : black, natural

Eye color : dark, russet brown

Plain clothes or colorful clothes : plain, shades of green

Tattoos? : none

Are their ears pierced? : yes, once in each lobe

Any other piercings? : no

Jewelry that they wear regularly : a jade necklace, a pair of pearl earrings, a signet ring with the Burke family crest, and a claddagh ring; formerly wedding ring

What sort of clothes do they wear in public : modest and feminine; mostly dresses, generally full skirts, necklines without cleavage, fitted but not tight

What sort of clothes do they wear at home : practical but still modest, loose pants and blouses or sweaters

Favorite outfit : short sleeved, green, silk, button down dress

Do they paint their nails? : yes; she keeps them manicured with a pale, flesh-toned pink

Do they need glasses? : only for reading

Health

Physical Ailments: mildly farsighted

Neurological Conditions: none

Allergies: feathers

Sleeping Habits: Caitriona is a light sleeper, has a strict sleep schedule, sleeps on her side, and usually gets about 6hrs a night

Eating Habits: Caitriona eats a diet high in fruits and vegetables, taking after her mother’s example, as well as a lot of seafood. She prefers to eat multiple small meals a day rather than three large ones.

Exercise Habits: Chu-Hua taught Caitriona the art of Wing Chun, and she practices daily

Emotional Stability: high

Sociability: moderate

Body Temperature: low

Addictions: none

Drug Use: none

Alcohol Use: minimal

Personality

Positive Traits: proud, devoted, intelligent, disciplined, unapologetic, curious

Negative Traits: self-absorbed, reticent, manipulative, vain, spoiled, jealous

Goals/Desires: independence, to make her parents proud, to be a Curse Breaker

Fears: abandonment, rejection, disappointing her parents, vulnerability

Hobbies: studying, lapidary, calligraphy, jewelry design

Habits: drumming fingers, judging others, tucking her hair behind her ears

Messy or organized? : organized

Do they use bookmarks? : yes

Cooking or takeaway? : cooking, if someone else does it

Night out or night in? : night in

Relationships or flings or neither? : neither

Do they have any collections of things? : rare, first edition books

Favorites

Weather: sunny and warm

Color: blue-grey (like the sky before a storm or the sea off cliffs)

Sport: mixed martial arts

Beverage: Tieluohan tea

Food: plums

Animal: fox

Favorite subject in school : Charms

Favorite magical candy : tooth flossing string mints

Favorite band : Caitriona doesn’t have a specific favorite band

Favorite book : the latest one to teach her something

Family

Father: Eamonn Burke

Mother: Chu-Hua Burke, nee Chan

Sibling(s): none

Children: none

Pet(s): 2 Russian Blue cats, Aine and Brigid

Relationships and Connections

Relationship status : widowed

People they admire : Chu-Hua, Andromeda Tonks

Someone they’ll talk to about anything : Regulus, almost

Someone they couldn’t live without : n/a

Do they want to get married? : not particularly

Do they want kids? :  yes, but mostly because she’s supposed to want them

Someone they wish things had turned out differently with : Xavier Yaxley, sort of

Someone that makes them laugh : Benjy Fenwick

Little Secrets

Biggest regret : agreeing to marry Xavier

Someone they fear : Eamonn, but she doesn’t fully realize it

Someone they could kill : it’s less about the person and more about the situation; Caitriona could kill to protect herself or those she is loyal you

Someone they miss : Benjy, Marlene McKinnon, Andromeda

Someone they resent : Yvette Yaxley

Is there a secret they want to share with someone? Who and what? : no, all of Caitriona’s secrets are secret for a reason

Something they’re embarrassed about liking : being barefoot; Caitriona abhors shoes and socks and would much rather not wear them, but she was raised to believe it isn’t ladylike

What did they want to be when they were younger? : her mother

Secret they consider to be their “big secret” : her real opinions about blood purity, her relationship with Benjy

All About You

Character’s favorite feature : her eyes

Character’s least favorite feature : her freckles

One thing they’re really good at : making people think they know her

One thing they’re really bad at : being authentic

One thing they wish they were good at : n/a, if Caitriona wants to be good at something she works at it until she is

Do they collect chocolate frog cards? : no

Can they play an instrument? : guzheng, clairseach, piano

Can they cook? : she probably could if she were taught

Extra

Zodiac Sign: sun; cancer, moon; scorpio, rising; capricorn

MBTI: ISTJ

Enneagram: 5w6

Temperament: Phlegmatic

Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Primary Vice: pride

Primary Virtue: temperance

Element: air

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RECAP OF TRIP TO FRANCE

Thursday, May 23 thru 29, 2024

DAY 4 - Memorial Day roadtrip thru Normandy to the D-Day beaches

Today’s excursion was the whole point of the trip: A historical deep dive to appreciate and honor the sacrifices of Allied soldiers in-person at the place where it happened, the beaches of Normandy. All 6 of us had prepared by watching and rewatching HBO’s acclaimed miniseries, Band of Brothers, in the week leading up to the trip. This was my jam.

Grant and I left around 8:30am for a 30-minute walk thru Caen to pick up our rental, a nice 8-passenger van that comfortably fit all 6 of us. We picked up our crew at the hotel, a Best Western in the heart of Caen around 9:30, and we set out.

The Normandy countryside seemed frozen in time and lived up to the expectation of quaint little villages in between miles (kilometers in Europe) of rural farms land. Grey brick structures with red or thatched roofs dotted the countryside with the occasional dairy cows and small herds of sheep in the background. The grass was a green as Ireland. I drove toward the coast to a playlist I had curated in the weeks before, hopefully pleasing all music tastes. Lots of classic country along with some Neil Young and a few of my more modern favorites.

We began with a stop 40-minutes away in Arromanches-les-Bains, a quaint seaside village with an outlook point over the English Channel where the British D-Day landings on Gold Beach occurred 80 years prior. As there invasion occurred on 6/6/44 and the days and weeks afterwards, Allied engineers quickly built an artificial harbor there which was the gateway for 9 thousand tons per day of military equipment into Nazi-occupied France as the Allied push eastward toward Berlin began. Because of this connection, Arromanches was a very Brit-friendly place with as many Union Jacks lining the streets as French flags. We were there for a lunch with their intent of avoiding Memorial Day crowds at restaurants closer to the American-landing D-Day sites of Utah and Omaha Beaches. We sought out a lunch of fish and chips and found Sergeant Willie’s. A gentle off-and-on rain came down as we ate in open air under the awning of the restaurant across from some nice D-Day-themed souvenir shops. The meal came as combo with a voucher for free gelato at the ice cream shop next door which was served by a beautiful, friendly French woman. Always stracciatella for me (vanilla with chocolate shavings).

We then headed west for our first American-led D-Day stop at Pointe du Hoc, a promontory into the English Channel between Utah and Omaha Beaches. It was a great first historical stop. It’s as place where 225 American Army Rangers scaled the cliffs on rope ladders to overtake German machine gun bunkers and strongholds. Only 90 Rangers made it out alive or not wounded, and their bravery was heroic and sacrifices heartbreaking. 40 years prior on June 6, 1984, President Ronald Regan gave a commemorative speech at the Ranger Monument located right on the point. Crazy to think that was the halfway mark from now to D-Day back on June 6, 2024.

From there, we jumped back in the van and headed eastward for the Normandy American Cemetery just above Omaha Beach, the bloodiest American-led entry point onto mainland Europe for the western theater.

The cemetery was solemn but beautiful. The coastal temps were hovering around 60°F all day with partly cloudy skies. Just the visual of the blue and green ocean in the background of a perfectly manicured green lawn housing the white marble burial stones for over 11K American troops from WWII was enough to make someone tear up and wonder how such a beautiful place could have been the site of so much bloodshed and misery… but ultimately… the beginning of “VE,” victory In Europe.

Because of the upcoming milestone anniversary of D-Day at 80 years, with any remaining WWII veterans right at 100-years-old or over, this specific site will be the center of the universe in less than 2 weeks with some VVIPs (very VERY important people) with every living U.S. president expected to be on location, or at least invited to be there, with the exception of Jimmy Carter who is currently in hospice care. Temporary stages were under construction at the main memorial monument at the cemetery, and we weren’t able to walk among the marble gravestones on the grass, but the views were breathtaking nonetheless.

We then drove out top Omaha Beach 5 minutes away since the walking access down from the cemetery to the beach was roped off. We parked just east of the main D-Day landing sites and walked 1.7 miles barefoot along the beach, picking up seashells for our kids and grandkids and thinking about the blood that soaked into the sand 8 decades earlier. It was impossible not to think of the opening scenes of Saving Private Ryan. Grant and I smoked some victory stogies on the beach which will always be a good memory for me.

By the time we walked all the way down from our parking spot to the abstract, metallic Les Braves monument which rose out of the sand nearly 2 miles east down the beach, my back was really hurting me. I’ve gained some of my weight back since my cancer diagnosis, but I lost so much muscle mass in my legs and core in the past 9 months, that I don’t have the typical Davis-athletic stamina that my bros, Dad, and uncle still have regardless of age. After a worthy but failed try at waking up a local Uber driver from their afternoon slumber (yes, Uber is available all over France), Danny and Grant heroically jogged all the way back to the car to come pick us up while Jed, Ben, and I grabbed some oysters and hard apple cider, a local specialty, at one of the few local pubs still open. My dad shopped for D-Day souvenirs at the Omaha Beach D-Day museum.

We arrived back out our Caen hotel for a a 2-hour respite after 4 straight full days of walking and seeing everything we could possibly see in the area. During that time, Jed found us a great spot at a French restaurant called Le Bistro Basque. We feasted on our first fine French cuisine of the trip with dinner orders ranging from escargot (Danny) to Jed’s medium rare (mostly rare) beef filet, to my lamb shanks, and Grant’s sea bass. We also had mollusks for apps and lemon meringue pie and ill-advised espressos (even if decaf) for dessert.

The night ended in the bar of our hotel with some very good, sometimes pointed and perhaps Bordeaux-fueled debate and deep conversation about the current state of the world and individual belief systems amid such interesting times as perceived and communicated by a couple of different generations represented on our trip (Gen-X and Millennials, my dad, probably the youngest possible Boomer, stayed upstairs to rest and unwind). We ended the night with heartfelt hugs and reassurances of mutual respect despite intergenerational differences in some of our worldviews. It was a bonding night, and we all retired exhausted after our fullest day of the trip thus far.