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Brought The Heat Back

─── : ̗̀➛ SUMMARY: Your monotonous routine takes an unexpected turn when a mysterious pink-haired boy and his fast red car cross your path.

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The night shift at the café wasn’t your favorite, yet it was the one you were most often assigned to—unfortunately.

Not only did you have to deal with rude customers in the afternoon, but you also had to clean up the mess they left behind and make sure everything was spotless so the morning shift could open without a hitch. All they had to do was unlock the doors; everything would already be in its place, thanks to you.

Your two other coworkers would leave the moment they saw no more customers coming in, abandoning you completely alone.

As you scrubbed the wooden tables, wiping away stubborn coffee stains, you glanced through the café’s large windows.

The wide, gloomy avenue where the café was located was dimly lit by scattered streetlights. A few people hurried down the sidewalks, eager to get home after a long workday, most likely to be greeted warmly by their families.

Having a family was what you envied most about others. After your long shifts, no one was waiting for you at home with a steaming homemade meal or a comforting embrace.

The closest thing you had to family was a dog you had adopted a few months ago. You had found him wandering the streets one night on your way home from work. The poor thing had been filthy and terrified, but he quickly warmed up to you, always showing immense gratitude.

The little furball would greet you with overwhelming excitement, wagging his tail and rolling onto his back for belly rubs. After that, he’d dash to his food bowl, demanding dinner. No matter how tough your day had been, he always managed to bring a smile to your face.

The café was finally spotless—tables gleamed, floors shone, coffee supplies were neatly organized, machines were spotless and dry, disposable cups were stacked in a corner, and the cash register was securely closed.

The café’s lights flickered off behind you as you quickly locked the door, not forgetting to set the alarm. Adjusting your bag strap over your shoulder, you stepped onto the deserted avenue, the sound of your footsteps echoing against the pavement.

You kept your eyes fixed on the ground, clutching your bag tightly, until a thunderous noise shattered the night’s silence. A powerful engine roar rumbled from the top of the street, making you snap your head up.

Two sports cars tore through the empty avenue at a reckless speed. One was black, the other red, both gliding like shadows under the streetlights. From the red car, deafening music blasted, shaking the windows of the parked cars around.

Suddenly, the driver of the red car turned his head slightly toward you and, without slowing down, called out with an exhilarated laugh:

“Hey, gorgeous!”

His voice, dripping with adrenaline, was swallowed by the roar of the engine and the pounding music as his car sped down the street. You didn’t even have time to react—just a split second to process what had happened before both cars vanished into the distance, leaving behind the lingering echoes of their engines and the sharp scent of burnt rubber.

The street fell back into an eerie silence, as if nothing had happened. Yet, your heart was still racing.

You hadn’t managed to see the face of the bold stranger who had shouted at you. The only thing you caught was a flash of bright pink hair—an unusual color for someone to have.

When you finally reached your apartment, tiny barks greeted you, filled with boundless joy. Your home, bathed in nighttime darkness, felt quieter than ever.

You weren’t in the mood to cook anything at that hour, so you scooped up little Coco in your arms and carried him to your room, placing him on your bed. He curled into a ball almost instantly.

Heading to the bathroom, you gently removed your makeup with a cotton pad, careful not to irritate your eyes. Your nighttime routine was always the same—remove makeup, brush your teeth, do your skincare, and go to bed with your loyal companion.

Your days were always the same, monotonous and repetitive. The only thing that changed was the customers you served at the café. But at the end of the day, the only one who was truly there for you was Coco.

Another day at the café, filled with rude customers—though some weren’t so bad. It was around five-thirty in the afternoon, and today, you were behind the counter preparing coffee instead of working the cash register, where people would toss their money at you as if they couldn’t care less. Or worse, those who, after you patiently explained five times that what they were asking for wasn’t on the menu, would get angry and start yelling at you, as if it were somehow your fault—all while you were just a simple employee.

You sighed in frustration as you finished making a macchiato to go, carefully placing the lid on the white disposable cup to prevent any spills. Then, you walked over to the pickup counter, where a few customers were waiting.

“Heeseung?” you called out, reading the name written on the cup. You set it down on the counter and reached under it to grab two small sugar packets, placing them next to the coffee.

“That’s me, thanks” a man’s voice responded in front of you. He took his order along with the sugar packets, and you went back to work without paying him much attention.

But then, the same voice called out to you again from behind.

“Could I get another sugar packet?” the guy asked.

You didn’t respond, simply grabbed another packet along with a small wooden stir stick—which you had forgotten to give him earlier—so he could mix the sugar into his coffee.

As you returned to the pickup counter, you extended your hand toward him, lifting your gaze in the process.

Standing in front of you was a guy around your age, or maybe a few years older. His eyes were framed by smudged black eyeliner, as if he had rubbed them to blend it out. He was handsome, with striking facial features and a tall frame—but what stood out the most was his hair.

His hair was pink.

In your twenty years of living in the city, you had never seen anyone with that hair color before. And if someone had it, they definitely wouldn’t go unnoticed.

It didn’t take much to put two and two together—this had to be the same guy who had sped past you in his red car last night, shouting “gorgeous” as he disappeared down the avenue.

It was also pretty obvious that he had only called out to you because he was bold and reckless. He didn’t seem to recognize you—or maybe he just didn’t care. But that was unlikely, considering how dark it had been last night and how fast he had been driving. There was no way he could have actually seen your face.

At least now, the shameless guy had both a face and a name—Heeseung.

The rest of the afternoon at the café wasn’t as hectic as usual. The usual rush had its moments, but nothing too overwhelming. You had managed to keep up with the orders without too many customers being unnecessarily rude or impatient. That alone felt like a small victory.

That was until one particular incident disrupted the relative peace.

You were wiping down the counter when a loud clatter startled you. You snapped your head in the direction of the noise just in time to see a customer stumbling back, their coffee splattered all over the floor. The disposable cup rolled across the tiles, leaving a messy trail of liquid in its wake.

The man—who had been too distracted looking at his phone—had walked straight into the edge of a table, making the hot coffee spill all over his shirt and the floor beneath him.

"Shit" he hissed, shaking his hands as if that would somehow undo the damage.

You quickly grabbed a mop and a roll of paper towels, already dreading the cleanup.

"Are you okay, sir?" you asked, glancing at his soaked shirt.

His frustration was evident, though he seemed more annoyed than in pain. "No, I’m not! Look at this mess!" he barked, gesturing at his ruined shirt as if it were somehow your fault.

You suppressed a sigh and forced a polite smile. "I can get you some napkins. There’s also a restroom right over there if you need to clean up."

But instead of appreciating the help, he scoffed. "That’s not what I need! I need a new coffee. For free."

You blinked. "Sir, I’m sorry, but I can’t give out free replacements unless it was a mistake on our end."

"It wasn’t my fault!" he snapped. "That table was in the way!"

You clenched your jaw. The table had been there all day, unmoved. It wasn’t as if it had suddenly appeared out of nowhere just to trip him up. But you knew better than to argue with a customer like this.

"I’m really sorry, but I can’t do that" you repeated, keeping your voice steady.

His face twisted in anger. "This is bullshit. You should at least take responsibility. What kind of place is this?"

At this point, a few customers were glancing over, their curiosity piqued by the commotion. Your patience was wearing thin, but you still tried to remain professional. "If you’d like, I can offer you a discount on a new drink" you suggested, hoping to de-escalate the situation.

But he scoffed again, shaking his head. "Forget it" he muttered, throwing the soaked napkins onto the table before storming out of the café.

You exhaled slowly, gripping the mop handle a little too tightly.

After cleaning up the mess—both the spilled coffee and the lingering tension from the encounter—you focused on finishing your shift. The rest of the evening went by without much trouble. You wiped down the counters, stacked the cups, ensured all the machines were cleaned and powered down, and finally locked up the café.

But the frustration still clung to you like a second skin.

Instead of heading straight home, you made a sudden decision.

You needed a drink.

A real drink.

So, instead of walking in the usual direction toward your apartment, you turned down a different street, heading toward a bar you had passed by countless times but had never actually stepped into.

The neon sign above the entrance flickered slightly, casting a soft glow on the pavement. The hum of music seeped through the walls, promising a temporary escape from reality.

As you pushed the door open, you were greeted by the low buzz of conversations, the occasional clink of glasses, and the faint scent of liquor and citrus. The atmosphere was a mix of lively and relaxed—exactly what you needed.

You slid onto a barstool and exhaled, finally allowing yourself to let go of the stress from earlier.

A bartender, a woman with short dark hair and a knowing smile, approached. "Rough day?" she asked, wiping down the counter in front of you.

"You have no idea," you muttered, resting your elbows on the bar.

She chuckled. "Well, in that case, what’ll it be?"

You thought for a moment before deciding. "Something strong."

The bartender nodded in understanding. "Coming right up."

As you waited for your drink, you let yourself relax for the first time that evening. The café, the rude customer, the endless routine of your days—it all felt distant now, drowned out by the steady rhythm of the music and the comforting anonymity of the bar.

For once, you weren’t just the tired barista at the café.

You were just another person in a bar, looking for a moment of peace.

Peace that was quickly interrupted by a guy who sat on the barstool beside you. He watched you from above as you took a sip of the drink the short-haired girl had prepared for you—a strong yet sweet mix that spread over your tongue and left its warmth down your throat.

"I heard you had a bad day," the guy beside you started what seemed to be a friendly conversation. Not that you really cared. You had come here to unwind and leave the day behind, not with the intention of going home with company for an even better time. But there was no harm in talking to someone who, for the first time in days, actually seemed nice to you.

"Yeah, working in a café isn’t as easy as it sounds, no matter how silly that may seem" you replied, your gaze fixed on your hand as you swirled your glass in slow circles, watching the liquid move along with it.

"I worked in one once. Quit after a month" the guy said, his rough voice carrying an amused tone. You found it funny, letting out a small chuckle, almost like a huff.

"And what do you do now?" you asked, finally lifting your eyes to look at him.

The guy in front of you had an imposing presence, nearly impossible to ignore. His straight black hair, slightly messy, framed his sharp features and intense eyes that seemed almost hypnotic. His pale skin contrasted against his dark and rebellious style, further enhancing his aura of danger and mystery.

One detail stood out in particular: a piercing on his eyebrow, a small metallic ring gleaming under the dim bar lights, adding an extra bold touch to his look.

His outfit was just as striking. He wore a sleeveless black leather jacket, adorned with patches and bold lettering, including a noticeable tag with white text and the name of a well-known brand. Underneath, he had on a black graphic T-shirt with sharp, jagged lettering and prints that screamed rock or metal culture.

He leaned against the bar, resting both elbows on the surface, tilting slightly toward you as if what he was about to say was a secret meant only for the two of you.

"I take part in illegal street races" he whispered, a smirk curling onto his pale lips, his eyes narrowing slightly with amusement.

Your expression must have been entertaining to him because, suddenly, he let out a deep, rich laugh, pulling back to his original position, still grinning.

"I don't believe you, you're playing with me," was your response to his laughter. The guy was definitely messing with you. The city was quiet, and you had never heard of these races. Although, it made sense that you hadn’t since they were illegal, meaning no one openly talked about them if they were involved.

"You really don't believe me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and looking in your direction with an amused expression.

You quickly shook your head, finishing the last of your drink and placing the glass back on the bar.

"I'm going to show you, then." His tone was challenging, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice, as if he was enjoying the idea of proving you wrong.

"You'll have to get up, sweetheart," he added with a half-smile as he stood up and grabbed his keys from his jacket.

You stared at him for a few seconds, evaluating whether following him was really a good idea. You didn’t know him, and the last thing you wanted was to end up in a compromising situation. However, there was something about his attitude, the confidence with which he carried himself, that made you feel he wasn’t just showing off.

And before you knew it, you had already left your stool and were standing in front of him. You rolled your eyes—more at yourself than at him—and let out a sigh before grabbing your bag.

Outside, the night air had cooled since you arrived, and the streets were quiet, with only a few people walking along the sidewalk and the occasional car passing by. The guy pulled a small remote from his pocket and pressed a button.

A few meters away, a black car with white details lit up as its headlights flashed and let out a soft beep. This wasn’t just any car. Its aggressive design, rear spoiler, and aerodynamic features made it clear that it was built for speed.

"Get in," he said, opening the passenger door for you, his hand resting on the frame, effectively trapping you between his body and the car.

"Do you seriously expect me to just get in like that?" you looked up at him, tilting your head back slightly to meet his gaze. The guy was nearly a head taller than you.

"If you really wanted to leave, you would've done it already," he replied with a shrug, a smug smile spreading across his face.

You didn’t have a good comeback for that. So, with one last sigh, you got into the car, immediately noticing the scent of leather and gasoline mixed with a faint hint of his cologne.

When he settled into the driver’s seat and turned on the engine, a deep roar filled the air, vibrating through your chest. He glanced at you with a knowing look before stepping on the accelerator.

They sped down the street like lightning, the guy clearly intending to give you a taste of what a real race felt like. With your eyes wide open from the fear of crashing into another car, you turned to look at him, but he kept his gaze fixed on the road, a wide smirk on his face.

With your right hand, you gripped the car door tightly, fearing for your life—and, even though you didn’t know him, for your companion’s life as well. The slight buzz from the alcohol had completely left your system the moment the car took off, replaced by a mix of euphoria, adrenaline, and fear.

"I'm going to die at the hands of someone whose name I don’t even know," you shouted over the deafening roar of the engine, faking a melodramatic sob while keeping a tight grip on the handle and your eyes glued to the road ahead.

"You're not going to die, idiot," the guy replied beside you, letting out a scoff, as if your lack of trust in him—a total stranger, mind you—actually offended him. "And my name is NIKI."

The roar of the engine and the speed at which the car glided through the streets made your heart pound wildly. Niki seemed completely in his element, his hands steady on the wheel and an almost exhilarated look in his eyes as he drove.

With every sharp turn and acceleration, the city faded away. The concrete buildings and neon lights disappeared, replaced by darker roads surrounded by trees and empty lots. You realized he was heading toward the outskirts, far from any busy area.

Finally, after several minutes of intense driving, the road opened up into a wide clearing. The lights of other cars illuminated the area, and the sound of engines roaring filled the air. You had arrived at the underground racing meetup Niki had mentioned.

The place was packed with people. Some were gathered in groups, chatting and laughing, while others were checking their cars, making last-minute adjustments before the next race. The atmosphere was electric, charged with anticipation and adrenaline.

Niki parked his car in one of the rows and turned off the engine. He turned to you with an amused smile.

"See? You didn’t die," he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, adjusting his jacket as he glanced at you.

You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh, though deep down, you couldn’t ignore the thrill you felt.

"What now?" you asked, looking around through the tinted windows of the car.

"Now, we have even more fun," he replied, stepping out.

You got out cautiously, immediately feeling the curious stares of some people on you. It wasn’t hard to tell you were new here—everyone seemed to know each other.

You walked beside Niki as he greeted several people with nods and smirks. Apparently, he was well-known in this scene. As you followed him, your eyes scanned the area, taking in every car and person within sight.

At one point, your gaze landed on a familiar figure just a few meters away.

Your heart did a small flip as you recognized him. He was leaning against a red car, arms crossed over his chest, looking relaxed. He wore a leather jacket and dark jeans with some hand-drawn and painted designs, his pinkish hair slightly tousled by the wind.

There, just a few meters away from you, was Heeseung. It seemed like fate had suddenly placed him in your orbit, making you run into him everywhere.

Your eyes met, and for a moment, you saw one of his eyebrows lift slightly, as if surprised to see you there, as if he somehow recognized you.

Niki noticed the interaction and let out a low chuckle.

"Well, well, looks like you already know someone here," he remarked, slightly surprised, after finishing his conversation with a blond-haired guy.

You didn’t respond immediately. Instead, you kept watching Heeseung as he finally pushed himself off the car—his, apparently—and started walking toward you.

When he got close enough, he tilted his head slightly and gave you a small smirk.

"I think I know you, and yet, I’ve never seen you here before" he said playfully, looking down at you with a slight tilt of his head.

"I served you your coffee today" you replied with a polite smile subtly drawn on your face.

Niki looked between the two of you with a knowing smile.

"So, this is the café you were complaining about a few hours ago?" Niki stood beside you, crossing his arms and running his tongue over the inside of his cheek, receiving a nod from you in response.

Heeseung kept his gaze on you for a few seconds before shifting his attention to Niki.

"Did you bring her here?" his eyes flicked to the black-haired boy beside you, one of his eyebrows arching slightly in question.

"Isn't it obvious, man?" Niki responded incredulously, draping one arm over your shoulders and pulling you close to him.

The unexpected gesture made your cheeks automatically flush red. The guy didn't even know you, yet he was hugging you so confidently that it was overwhelming. Was he… trying to mark his territory?

Heeseung let out a small chuckle before shaking his head slightly. Then, he looked at you once more, as if evaluating your reaction to everything that was happening.

"What was your name again?" Niki asked for the first time that night. You looked at him with obvious disbelief and removed his arm from your shoulders.

"My name is Y/N. It's the first time you’re actually asking" you responded to the boy. The pink-haired guy let out a laugh, drawing both of your attention to him.

"The race is about to start in a few minutes. I hope you don't chicken out this time since you have a guest" Heeseung glanced at you briefly with a nod.

Just when the tension between the three of you seemed to rise, a blaring sound shattered the atmosphere.

The echo of police sirens rang through the air, and as if someone had flipped a switch, chaos erupted.

Red and blue lights flashed between the cars, reflecting off the sleek paint of every parked vehicle. The crowd panicked; some ran to their cars to flee, while others simply disappeared into the darkness of the night. Shouts, roaring engines, and screeching tires blended together, turning the scene into utter disorder.

Niki, who had seemed so confident and relaxed just moments ago, cursed under his breath and, without thinking twice, bolted, disappearing into the chaos without even glancing back at you.

"Are you serious?!" you exclaimed, stunned to see him vanish just like that.

Before you could move, you felt a firm hand wrap around your wrist.

"Come with me, Y/N!"

Heeseung’s tone left no room for hesitation. He pulled you with force, guiding you through the crowd with surprising precision, dodging people who were running in all directions. Your heart pounded wildly, both from the adrenaline and the uncertainty of not knowing where he was taking you.

Without letting go of your wrist for a second, Heeseung led you straight to his car—an elegant, flashy red vehicle that looked built for speed.

"Get in!" he ordered, already settling into the driver’s seat and starting the engine with a deafening roar.

You didn’t have time to hesitate. As soon as you jumped into the passenger seat and shut the door, the car shot forward at full speed, leaving behind the noise and sirens.

The wind whipped against your face as the nighttime scenery blurred into streaks of colorful lights. Heeseung drove with mastery, weaving through streets and taking sharp turns with impressive precision.

"Do you always do this?" you managed to ask, your breath still uneven.

Heeseung let out a short laugh, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Escaping? It doesn't happen too often, but sometimes we have to switch spots when we get caught" he explained, clearly referring to the police. His gaze remained fixed on the road, hands gripping the wheel tightly from the tension of the situation.

His words lingered in the air as the two of you drove further from the chaos, the city stretching out before you like an endless, lawless playground.

Silence filled the confined space of Heeseung’s racing car. Now that you were back in the city, he had slowed down, though at this hour, the streets were practically deserted. The pink-haired boy, his cheeks still slightly flushed from the rush, was focused on navigating different streets while you stared out the window at the towering buildings.

"Where are we going, Heeseung?" you murmured, exhaustion creeping into your voice. It was late, and whatever little alcohol you had consumed had long since faded from your system.

"For some food. I feel bad that Niki dragged you into this, so it's on me."

"It's really not necessary. Don't worry about me" you said, turning to look at him. Your gaze met his, catching him already glancing at you from the corner of his eye. His dark, lined eyes made him look even more alluring in that moment.

Heeseung didn’t reply and simply kept driving. A few minutes later, he pulled up in front of a small convenience store that, except for the employee working inside, was completely empty.

Walking through the aisles of the tiny store, you reluctantly grabbed a pink-packaged ramen and a bottle of water. After picking up your drink from the fridge, you turned to find Heeseung—only to see him holding an absurd amount of snacks: several bags of chips, an instant ramen bowl, a cup of ice, and an energy drink.

You laughed at the sight before you. The guy, who had such a sexy aura, looked so endearing and almost vulnerable in that moment, standing in the middle of a convenience store.

After insisting for a while that he would pay for everything, you both took a seat at the small tables near the window. Your steaming bowls of ramen sat on the table as you ate in comfortable silence, both lost in thought about how the night had led you to this moment.

"Do you wanna try?" Heeseung’s question caught you off guard, pulling you out of your thoughts.

The boy held a bit of his ramen between his wooden chopsticks, carefully bringing it close to you, gently blowing on it to make sure it wasn’t too hot.

You stared at him for a moment before leaning in, slowly bringing your lips toward the food he was offering. The warmth of the ramen filled the air, and there was a tenderness in his gesture that you hadn’t expected from someone who, just hours ago, had been racing through the streets, evading the police.

Parting your lips slightly, you took the bite, letting the intense flavors fill your mouth. It was delicious, but beyond that, what made your heart race was the way Heeseung was watching you.

His gaze remained locked on you, his eyes shining with amusement but also curiosity, as if he was trying to figure out your every reaction.

"Well?" he asked with a small smile, tilting his head.

"It’s really good" you said after swallowing, feeling your cheeks warm up slightly.

Heeseung grinned, satisfied, and took another bite of his ramen, acting as if the moment held no particular significance. Yet, the subtle tension between you lingered in the air, almost tangible.

For a while longer, you both ate in silence, savoring the calm that followed the storm of emotions you had just experienced.

"Actually, the night was kinda fun" you suddenly broke the silence, finishing another bite of your ramen. "I wouldn’t mind if it lasted a little longer" you confessed unexpectedly.

Heeseung froze for a moment, his eyes widening slightly. With his cheeks still full of ramen, he swallowed quickly before responding.

"You… can come to my place if you want" he said, sounding a little nervous.

The air between you shifted again. Heeseung looked away for a moment, as if realizing the weight of his words only after saying them out loud.

You, on the other hand, watched him with a mix of amusement and intrigue. You hadn’t expected him to get nervous—not after how he had acted the entire night.

"Do you want me to?" you asked with a small smile, testing the waters.

Heeseung cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck. "Only if you want to" he said, trying to sound nonchalant, but the faint blush on his cheeks gave him away.

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you studied him for a few seconds before taking one last sip of your ramen. Then, setting the empty cup down on the table, you stood up.

He quickly finished his ramen, almost choking in the process, and both of you left the store, heading back to his car and soon to his home.

The boy beside you entered his apartment, which was located a bit far from the city's central area since that neighborhood was one of the most expensive. His home wasn’t too far from the convenience store they had just been at; in fact, Heeseung admitted that he regularly went there because he wasn’t much of a cook.

His apartment had a modern and minimalist style. It was a spacious studio with a small yet cozy kitchen. In the living area, there was a desk with a gaming computer, and beside it, a bookshelf filled with action figures and books.

A large, sleek gray couch framed the living space, facing a mounted LED TV with LED lights decorating its surroundings. On the coffee table, there was an empty bowl of ramen and a magazine about racing cars and engines.

As you took in every corner of his apartment, Heeseung shrugged off his jacket, letting it fall over the back of the couch. Then, he turned toward you with an amused smile.

"Do you like it?" he asked, referring to his home.

"Surprisingly neat for someone who eats ramen every night" you replied with a teasing smile, earning a chuckle from him.

"Well, it’s not like I get many visitors" he commented, slipping his hands into his pockets while looking at you intently.

The atmosphere felt different now. The adrenaline from the night had faded, and the silence that surrounded you both seemed charged with something else. Something electric.

You bit your lip and shifted your gaze toward the bookshelf full of action figures. To ease the nervousness, you walked over to browse, running your fingers along the spines of the books.

"Are you more into reading or gaming?" you asked without turning around.

"It depends. When I need to disconnect, video games. But when I want to completely lose myself, I prefer a good book" he confessed, his voice much closer than you expected.

When you turned around, Heeseung was standing right behind you—close enough that you could feel his breath. Your heart skipped a beat.

"And now… what do you want to do?" he asked in a whisper, his dark eyes flickering between yours and your lips.

It was obvious where this was going. You dared to lift your hand and gently brush against his slightly exposed collarbone, feeling his warm, smooth skin beneath your touch.

"I think that…" you started to say, but your voice trailed off as Heeseung closed the space between you.

His lips met yours softly at first, as if giving you the chance to pull away if you wanted to. But you didn’t want to.

You responded to the kiss with the same urgency, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands firmly settled on your waist, trapping you. Your back was pressed against the bookshelf, your chest against his.

The warmth of his body, the way he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, the way his breath became erratic against your skin… everything made you lose track of time.

No one would have ever believed that the night would end like this—kissing the bold guy who had shouted a compliment at you while speeding past in his car.

In the end, it seemed that someone with pink hair would bring excitement back into your life.

[starkeyisthelastname]

OHHH ANOTHER THOUGHT!!!!!!!

idk how the porn community works HALSJKS but if its a thing to like ….. ship them ig??? … how would rafe react to r’s video with another dude being posted on twitter (maybe the first vid she’s made since her vid with rafe) and everyone’s in the comments being like “omg yas this is so hot!!!” “omg this is so much better than her and rafe!!” BALJEKS IDK

the first time someone’s talked negatively about him and it’s actually effected him 😅 he doesn’t like this ego being bruised

It was rare that Rafe checked social media, he just didn’t care about what people thought. He was pornstar and was used to being judged for his career choice and especially for the brutal way he fucked his costars. It was the Twitter notification he got though, with his name and your name tagged along with someone else’s who he didn’t know that caught his attention.

He opened the video, his blue eyes darkening as soon as he saw what it was. It was some nobody with a dick half the size of his, trying to make you cum. He could tell by the moans you were giving that it was all an act, and it ignited something in him he didn’t like. Watching another man fuck you, even if it was your job wasn’t something he particularly was a fan of. He had always loved pussy and money, and never once thought of ever quitting his rather successful porn career for anyone, until you started occupying his mind all day every day. He just couldn’t bring himself to end it yet, his addiction to sex and money way too deep.

As he went to exit out the app, a comment caught his eye. “Wow. She’s a pro at taking dick.” He scoffed as he read it out loud. What dick were you takin? That clown was the size of a pinky compared to him. It was the next one down that had his head raging in a way he had never experienced. ‘Her and @therafecameron video was weak compared to this. 🤣’ He seethed, these stupid idiots comments getting to him and bruising his extremely high ego. His knee bounced rapidly, thumb at the edge of his mouth as his mind raced wildly.

It was the phone, turned into landscape mode as Rafe’s long arm aimed it down to let it capture you taking dick. His free hand was wrapped in your hair, yanking your head back as he drilled into you at a brutal speed. The makeup you had on was smeared, tears streaming down your sparkly cheeks as he had some point to prove. He didn’t exactly say what, but it was a chance to get fucked by the man you were becoming obsessed with.

“Who’s fucking dick are you takin?” Rafe asked, his voice dripping venom as he yanked your head to make you look at him. His blue eyes, peered down at you in a predatory manner as he forced you to give him an answer.

The answer you gave was incoherent, your words coming out in babbles as an insane amount of pleasure was taking over your body. Your eyes rolled back, his huge dick tearing you apart as he wrapped his fist around your hair even harder. The phone that was recording the raw homemade scene was now shoved in your face, his hand on your head forcing you to look at the lens.

You were still so pretty, completely cock drunk off his monstrous ways as you were being his good personal whore. He leaned down, mustache brushing over your ear as he looked at the camera. It was quite a sexy sight to see his wild hair and striking blue iris’s making eye contact with the phone. “Tell them who’s dick your fuckin takin.” He spoke lowly, eyes watching your face through the screen. “Don’t make me repeat myself, I swear you’ll fucking regret it.” He gritted out, toned hips slapping against yours.

You cried out, his hand removing itself from your head to force your chin to look at the camera. You had no choice but to let out a loud whine, screaming the man’s name that you just wanted as yours. “Rafe Cameron! I’m t-takin Rafe Cameron’s dick!” Your voice cracking as you clamped down onto his cock.

As soon as heard that, a smirk came to his face and his nuts tightened. He tilted your chin towards him, sloppily kissing you with his tongue as the camera caught something Rafe never did with anyone. If the kissing wasn’t enough to make people a little shocked, it was that he posted it to his Twitter account, caption reading ‘The only dick that can get her screaming 😱 remember the fucking name bitches.’

[yan-randomfandom]

Hiii baby! Can I request Jinx, Cait and if you do Maddie (all separately) w/ a gf who is dose very crafty/homemade makeovers?

Hear me out- why spend money on a cut & color, new piercing, nails ect when your hg can do it for you herself?? (I just grew up poor and had to learn😭😭)

Jinx, Caitlyn, & Maddie with a crafty girlfriend headcanons!!

a/n: omg its so nice that you rose up & learned em😭 such a fun request! this one is written before act 3

I didn't proofread or edit so please feel free to point out anything that's bothering you 😭

also this might be ooc.... im so sorry if it is😔

Let's go and start with ...

🌀

Jinx

Jinx has an established style with her neon painted nails, twin braids, inventions, and everything in her possession. An endearing fashion sense, even if some think it looks ridiculous lmaooo

With Jinx being an artisan and artist herself, you both find being creative a common ground in your relationship!

Makeovers anytime, anywhere. No need to find professionals when you have your girlfriend right here! It's a give and take relationship for sure. I imagine it'd be so fun and full of laughs 😩

Also I think you guys will inspire each other back and forth lolol

Having an art block and you don't like it? Ask the other for help!

And if you're both having art blocks? Well, Jinx will take you out on vastly different spots until you find what you're looking for. It's a great way to bond, and sightseeing is nice (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)

When you're exploring new styles, and you aren't doing it on Jinx, she would love to simply watch you work. It has some sort of calming effect on her, especially if you're rambling while doing it.

If she sees something of your art that she likes, she might just copy you in her style! Kind of like how Jinx did that makeup when she was in Vi's apartment or something

Although don't be surprised if you wake up and see your face horrendously painted in the morning 😔

You can't even revenge because she sleeps with one eye open, I fear

☄️

Caitlyn

MAN. I feel like you'd have to beg Caitlyn for even the simplest makeovers. She looks so plain rn (in the style way) or am I just blind 😭

You suppose it makes sense. She looks so perfect and you keep giving compliments. Like, why is she so pretty?? There's just so many possibilities you can do with her appearance!!

But, sadly, she doesn't let you give her makeovers much. Not that she doesn't like your work, she respects it and adores it, but arts isn't exactly her thing.

I think make-up of any kind would probably feel uncomfortable for her. Plus it would be a hassle to remove it, she would say.

What you can do is give her hair a trim. A perfect line, as much as possible. She comes to you when her hair feels longer, or more damaged, than usual. Granted, it can be boring, but you're just glad you're doing something for her.

Another thing is that you can choose outfits for her. You can doll her up anytime as long as you don't take too long picking combinations!

If she has time, she'll probably let you paint her nails. Make sure she doesn't regret it, or else she might never let you again.

She'd buy anything you want, by the way. Money isn't a problem for her. So you technically have unlimited supplies, thank goodness, 'cause sometimes they can be so expensive.

You jokingly tell her that even if you break up, if she ever changes her mind about getting something, she'll come to you. Absolute dibs on Caitlyn!!

🍯

Maddie

I feel like Maddie has never really delved into bodily artworks, since she spent most of her time studying about laws and stuff.

Like,, do we agree on the motion that she cut her hair so she doesn't have to deal with it 😭 Less weight during missions too

So when her amazing girlfriend happens to be passionate about creatives? Oh, boy, she's going to be filled with curiosity.

She'll allow you to do anything you want to her, as long as it isn't permanent. In fact, she's super enthusiastic about it, always trusting the process and seeing the result.

You're so creative that it's impressive!! Even if it isn't your best work, she always finds a way to praise you 😭

She'd love to watch you work as well, but she's not exactly the quiet type 🥲

Expect a whole bunch of questions. "What's that for?" "Why are you putting that?" "Ooh, that technique looks complicated. How—"

One of your quality time is definitely you trying to teach her new things. Let her paint your nails, do your hair, and anything that can make you both happy.

If you make clips or whatnot, you definitely try to overload her fluffy hair with decoration. You try different hairstyles possible with that length of hers.

Sometimes, you catch her playing around with your make-up alone. It almost always ends with you fixing it up for her 😭

you, showing your new haircut (it looks horrible): yoooo isn't this so rizzing

jinx: hell yeah

caitlyn: you are not going out like that. go get your unnecessary amount of hair extensions and choose from there

maddie: hell yeah

[darlingbabyboo]

Hiii! To begin with I just wanna say that I love ur work and the way you write, it's literally the highlight of my day! <3 Can I request fluffy headcanons about the kawata twins? ( because we all know those two babies are super underrated and it's such a mood-killer to not be able to find any good fics about them ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ ) Seriously, the amount of fics about them is SO limited that I'm desperate at this point :') Thank you in advance! ❤️

Fluffy Headcanons w/ Souya and Nahoya Kawata!

It's so true, these two are criminally underrated and they're such good characters and I love them with all my heart my god. Thank you so much <3 for the compliments and sorry that I'm doing this so late. I already did something similar with Angry, so his section might be a little shorter than Smiley!

Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)

Okay I know you want fluff but Smiley was ranked number 3 from Top Worst Boyfriends 😭😭😭

He was ranked number 2 from the Best Runners and that's bcs he's so good at running away from his problems

He is a little bitch and a menace to society

You want attention?

He wants to go the mall and pretend you don't exist

You want affection?

Well he wants to go to bed leave him alone :/

You want a cutesy petname?

Isn't babe good enough for you?

He has a whole lotta issues okay and he is not the best at giving you the attention that you deserve

He's also a little mean tbh

Just because you think your sweater is cute doesn't mean he does 🤨

He's also shitty with comforting you

He sees you crying and he just stares at you 😐

This sounds really bad so far but the thing about Smiley is that when he commits to someone he fucking commits

He knows that he's not the best (Angry loves reminding him that everyday) but he really fucking tries

Yeah he's jackshit at comforting you at first but when he realizes that you're obsessed he'll do his best to make you feel better

Homemade food to make you feel better, saying sweet words to you or just staying by your side so you know that he won't leave your side

He's your ride and die

He knows that he might be harsh too and balances with sweetness

He might not like sweater but ig you guys can go to the mall and you can get whatever you want or smth, you want a manicure sure whatever you want, of course you can get that shirt you look great in it whatever it's no big deal 🙄

He loves you okay he's not the best at expressing all the time but you're everything to him ❤️

Souya Kawata (Angry)

Boyfriend goals 😍

He's a worshipper okay, you're not just his partner you are his god

He will do anything for you

Hungry?

Five course homemade meal already made

Tired

Lay down, the bed's made, the pillow's cold and the blankets are fluffy

Are you stressed for your test?

All day study buddy right here, doesn't even care if he doesn't understand what you're studying, he's gonna do the best he can to support you

If you wear makeup I 100% believe Angry would be the type of person to help remove your makeup after a long day

He's also the type to ask a million questions while you're doing makeup it can be a bit irritating but it's coming from a sweet place

Loves stuffed animals and is willing to share the love

Gifts you stuffies all the time (his favourite is the conger eel, that's so cute I love him too much ❤️❤️❤️)

You two would have dates where you bring your favourite stuffies or where you chill on each other's bed with your stuffies 🤗🤗🤗

His brother makes fun of him for how whipped he is and while he's a little embarrassed, he is not ashamed of you

Why would he be embarrassed you're perfect, who wouldn't worship you 🥰

[katsukikitten]

Finding out Enjin is a womanizer after today's chapter and immediately thinking of him seeking out women at a seedy host club produced this. Enjoy ~

“We can let your lipstick stain somewhere else ya know.” Enjin gives his lazy half smile, smoke tendrils escaping from between his teeth like a dragon, while his thumb swipes at the black lip mark you left on his glass. He presses the pad of his thumb to his lips, smearing just a bit of the makeup onto his mouth. 

You're used to his forwardness, used to his flirtatious behavior and overhearing the womanizer spew the same lines to all the other girls in the club. Most men did the same but for some reason Enjin made it difficult to ignore his charm. 

And it certainly didn't help he always came back to you. If you'd come in late he'd excuse himself from his current woman to come slide into his usual spot or if he came in and spotted you he'd stand looming behind your client until they got the hint to move. 

“Can we?” Giggling playfully, taking another sip of your own drink now, you wanted to steal some of his since it was heavy handed, that and you knew your lipstick drove him mad. 

“I can look but I can't touch, remember.” Boney knuckles barely grazing under your soft chin before he's pulling away with a devilish smile. 

His smoke dangling from his lips, the paper starting to collect the homemade lipstick around the filter. The ember bobs dangerously with each word he speaks but it wouldn't be Enjin if he didn't live life a little dangerously. Golden eyes flickering to the muscle at the door to emphasize the company's motto even if you knew he could take on man with ease. 

“The rules don't say anything about me touching you. So where would you want me to leave pretty little stains at?” Smiling up at him with long lashes and pretty tits that you push together. The lowlight of the club still catches over the sparkling glitter that's on your soft skin. 

He allows himself a moment to look at your tender breasts, at your collar and throat. Thinks about his teeth sinking in and how your skin would give the same as a peach. 

“Maybe…” His thumb swipes more of your lipstick from your glass, thumb pressing against his jaw like a stamp, “Here.”

Removing his cigarette with his free hand, placing it onto the ashtray where it's sure to burn and smothering itself with its mile long ash, forgotten just like your inhibitions. 

“Or maybe here.” Pressing the pad of his thumb like a stamp again, right over his slow steady pulse before he brings it down to what little of his chest is exposed to you, “Or here.”

Palm of his hand sliding down his oversized shirt smoothly, stopping just over the seat of his baggy pants. Yet still you could see the outline of him, watch it grow as he lets his hand hover. Eyes flickering up to him only to see his gaze lidded. Hazed the same as those rare occasions he smoked a sweeter smelling cigarette. He's focused solely on you and your reactions, likes how your eyes widen at his growth, how you holding his gaze as if his eyes were two golden coins. 

“Maybe here.” Pressing his thumb over the tip of his clothed cock with a low hiss. Before he moves his hand back up his body, pushing up his shirt some to expose his lower abdomen, pushing down the waist of his pants, underwear and belt to reveal a thick patch of blonde and the thick beginning of his shaft barely visible. 

Pressing his thumb firmly, his cock twitching as you watch with hungry eyes. His breath fanning on the shell of your ear as he lets his naturally low voice wash his hot desires over you. Hoping you pick up on everything he's thought about since he first laid eyes on that pretty mouth of yours. 

“I think I'd like it best here.” 

[sarrsqz]

Back to Clarity

My tragic girl 😔

Interview with the Vampire: Claudia de Pointe du Lac x Reader

This was made with the idea of being platonic but could also be read with romantic undertones I suppose. I just wanted to give her some love because no one really talks about her on here.

Takes place in season two - Paris, 1950.

Word count: 1.2k

Claudia's hand shook as she leaned her head against it. Her leg bounced against the wooden floor, slightly heeled shoe making a soft clicking sound each time. Her skin felt colder than usual, bare elbows resting on the vanity in front of her. Her face scrunched up in irritation at the sounds of the audience cheering and clapping for those on stage.

She cursed herself as the coven played with her storyline, her insecurities. The fact that her existence was an abomination was humorous to them. They found joy in mocking her right to her face.

She had spent so long finding other vampires. Her determination constantly tested at every dead-end and suicide she was forced to witness. Finding the Parsian Coven had been a dream come true for her. A way to find true purpose. To be surrounded by other vampires who saw her as more than a child. More than their child.

But she was met with the same resistance as before. A group of centuries old vampires who saw her as a mistake. Who found pleasure in exploiting her.

The various ruffles and laced parts of the outfit she was forced to wear itched and burned her skin. She reached to the collar of the blue dress, pulling at the fabric like she was pulling off a second skin.

She craved to hear the stitching be torn out of the homemade dress. Desired to watch the fabric curl in on itself in a pit of fire, or watch it dissolve in a tank of acid. Anything to destroy any remnants of a connection she has with it.

Her eyebrows drew together, knitting in a tight line of frustration and humiliation. Her lips quivered when she finally took in the appearance of her face. The face of a teenage girl, decked out in blue eyeshadow and faux freckles stared back at her. She felt her breathing get deeper, harsher.

Her red eyes scanned over the mirror's reflection, hands stopping their clawing movements against the dress. The sounds faded out behind her. They sounded miniscule, unimportant as she blankly took in her makeup covered face. The face of a girl who should've died forty-three years ago.

Her fingers moved to her face, erratically smudging away the makeup. It smeared together, blending into inharmonious colors against her skin. Her red eyes seemed to be brighter in contrast to the ugly smudges on her face, breathing in deeply to restrict her true emotions which were threatening to break through the surface.

"Makeup pads are over there, y'know."

Claudia's head snapped over her neck, hands tensing while still being held out in front of her. You took in her face, the vulnerability expressed underneath all that rage.

You were leaning against a wooden pillar in the middle of the room, arms loosely crossed over your chest. You looked at her blankly.

"Oh, really? How quaint." She responded after a second of hesitation, voice bitter. She turned back around in her seat and crossed her arms in her lap. Her eyes refused to meet the mirror in front of her. She pushed her embarrassment down, replacing it with defiant rage. It continued to build as she heard you walking over to Estelle's dresser. "Shouldn't you be out there? Playing out those fantasies of yours?"

You pushed in the dresser's cabinet with your hip after grabbing what you need, smiling to yourself at the sound of her accent. You've yet to visit America, but it seems just as bland as the rest of the mortal run world. At least here you have some of your kind.

"I'm not on today." You placed the makeup pads on her vanity after responding vaguely. Claudia glared at them while picking at her nails. While she was desperate to remove any childlike addition they gave her for the performance, she refused to accept your aid. "I don't need your help. I'm not a kid." She spat, looking back at you as you sat down near her at another vanity. You crossed one leg over the other, leaning closer to the mirror and adjusting a piece of your hair.

"I didn't say you were."

"Felt like it."

Her response was quick, practiced. She's had this conversation before. Whether it be mortals or vampires, she was never deemed as an equal in their eyes. She learned that the hard way.

Your arm fell to the table, head turning to look at her. It was silent for a moment. Just you and her staring at each other. Her face seemed to be set in a permanent snarl.

Claudia's walls were high. They had to be. After everything she'd gone through, she had no other options but to close everyone out. Her struggles were just that -- hers. No one else understands her pain. The curse of immortality in a body that restricted growth and true experiences. Unable to bond with neither mortal nor vampire, the former seeing her as a child and latter seeing her as an atrocity.

"It's just makeup, Claudia." Your voice was soft, although detached in Claudia's eyes. "Don't let it define you."

"Oh. It's that easy, huh?" Her eyebrows shot up, egging you on in a sarcastic manner. She sat up in her seat, breathing heavily, hands placed firmly on the sides of the chair she sat on after uncrossing them.

More silence spread between the two of you. The only sounds came from the audience, entertained beyond belief at the various acts the coven put on for them.

Your face was blank, calmly looking over Claudia's defensive expression. You turned your head back to the mirror after a moment.

"You're not gonna say nothing?" Claudia asked while leaning forward more, bewilderment mixing with anger taking over her face. Her curled hair fell over her shoulders, hanging in the air while she awaited a response from you.

She waited for you to say something you couldn't take back. Something to confirm her suspicions that finding other vampires had been futile, and that no one in the coven truly respected her. But secretly, a small part of her craved your words to be the exact opposite. To find someone who could accept her -- to prove Lestat wrong.

To prove herself wrong.

You looked back at her, sitting up in your seat as well. Your eyebrows furrowed as you glanced to the wooden floor for a moment before looking back at Claudia. "It's not about them. It's about you. You deserve more than this bitterness... you know that don't you?"

Claudia's eyes widened slightly, a sense of ease replacing the heavy feeling in her chest. Her eyes scanned your face, looking for a lie, a ploy. Something to convince her to crawl back into her well-built safety net.

"Here," your voice cut through her thoughts. You reached forward for the makeup pads, grabbing a nearby makeup removal serum to place on them. "Let me help you, Claudia."

Her nails picked at the wooden chair she was sitting on. She let you wipe off the smudges, remove the ribbons from her hair -- bringing her back to clarity.

A sense of equality stemmed between you both. Claudia could almost feel her walls crumbling with each wipe of the makeup pads.

Being wrong never felt better.

[koolaidoverwriting]

GENERAL HEADCANONS

CHARACTERS: Ticci Toby, Lyra Rogers, Connie Rogers

This post follows their life before the incident, during it and after.

CW: Childhood Abuse, Bullying, Death

TOBIAS ERIN ROGERS

From the ages eight to fifteen, Toby was homeschooled. He was removed from school in the first place due to bullies, but he came back in the fall of his Sophomore year.

Toby's skin is sunkissed — freckles speckled everywhere.

He bit off all his fingernails. To prevent him from biting his fingers more, Connie gave him gloves.

Toby liked riding his bike around the neighbourhood with his sister.

Toby was protective of Lyra. He took most of the hits from their father, even when Lyra told him not to.

His favourite season is the summer. He loves watermelons, oranges, and cold drinks (especially lemonade).

He is a foodie. He'll try anything he sees, even if it doesn't look that appetising. His favourite food is waffles — especially waffles with caramel syrup.

He's not a good artist in the slightest, but he enjoys doodling on himself with pens and markers.

Toby goes by "Ticci Toby" as a way to reclaim it from his bullies and also to poke fun at them. The kid you made fun of years ago is now a serial killer. Fun how that works.

When the car crash happened, he was only sixteen years old. Lyra's death caused Toby to become less restrained and he stopped allowing people to walk over him.

Toby doesn't regret killing his father, but he does regret leaving his mother.

He received his cheek gash from the car crash. He had already bitten his cheek to a certain extent and the crash worsened it.

Toby can drive, but he prefers not to during the winter.

LYRA MEREDITH ROGERS

Lyra was three years older than Toby. Before the incident happened, she was starting college as a Marketing major.

She was a prep/y2k girly. She had a good eye for fashion and designed her own clothes in her free time.

When they were younger, Lyra would dress up Toby and do his makeup.

In highschool, Lyra took choir. She also did volleyball. Lyra was pretty and popular; she was a gifted honours kid. Despite this, she frequently argued with her mother over trivial things.

At times, she snuck out to go to places with her friends, asking Toby to cover for her.

Her favourite fruit was peaches. She had peach scented lotions and perfumes.

Lyra took a bunch of polaroid pictures. There was a scrapbook in her room filled with pictures of her, her family, and her friends.

She made attempts to reason with her parents about getting a divorce, but that only grew tensions in the family. Lyra knew more than she let on in front of Toby.

When Lyra's annoyed, she likes to leave the house. Usually drives around the streets.

During the car crash, Lyra was driving very fast. She was heated at the moment, distressed because she had fought with her parents prior to driving. Toby told her to slow down, but she didn't listen.

If Lyra hadn't died, she would work at a business firm and sell her fashion designs as a side job.

CONNIE PAULA ROGERS

Connie is a loving, yet strict mom. All her life, she's wanted to protect her children.

Her relationship with Frank (her husband), was tense ever since Lyra was born.

Seeing too much of herself in Lyra, Connie was especially hard on her. Once Toby came around, she grew softer — especially because Frank started drinking more.

Connie loves cats. The family had a black cat named "Molly" before Connie, Toby, and Lyra agreed the cat would be safer away from Frank.

She likes iced tea — the homemade kinds only. Also, she's somewhat of an almond mom and eats very healthy.

She tries to make the most of what she has with her family. But due to her depression, she can be quite moody and act out without much thought. Connie does make up for it, unlike her husband.

Her last interaction with Lyra was a heated argument between Lyra, Connie and Frank over their future. Lyra stormed out of the house with Toby. Connie, enraged, didn't chase after them.

Connie feels guilty about it. She wishes she could have told both of them that she loved them before they left.

When Frank dies and Toby disappears, Connie lives alone.

She gets into therapy, adopts a few cats, and tries to tough it out. Connie has a support group — her co-worker friends and kind neighbours.

Connie misses her children everyday and regularly checks the news for any signs of Toby out there.

!!! my first headcanon post on here! i really wanted to speak on the rogers family because i haven't done anything with them yet. frank is not included because he's frank and i hate him.

[5up3r-50n5]

(Ps. I want this to be a funny skit, so no hate pls)

Gwen:*giggling suspiciously*

Miles:Ummm... Gwen? I'm probably gonna regret asking but...what are you doing?

Gwen:MILES! MY MAN! YOU CAME JUST IN TIME!!

Miles:Y'Know what? I better go home! See you late-

Gwen: NHU UH! YOU ARE IN THIS WITH ME NOW!

Miles:I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT ARE TALKING ABOUT

Gwen:Oh Yea you're right, ok so *hand him a pack of wipes*, you know what they are right?

Miles:...Whipes

Gwen:Almost! These are homemade wipes! And guess what they do!

Miles:shit what do girls do with wipes

Miles:...Clean...makeup?

Gwen:WRONG!! Well not really... BUT THESE ONES ARE DIFFERENT! You see these don't clean makeup they applie it!

Miles:

Miles:

Miles:

Miles:??????

Gwen:YES! They applies fondation! Light skin fondation! Plus It's hard to clean in even with makeup remover

Miles:Gweeen...you don't want to use it on me...right?

Gwen:Nhaa don't worry double M I need you for my plan

Miles:...Double M?...wait what plan?

Gwen:I want to use it on Hobie-

Miles:I'm in

Gwen:...you didn't even heard the rest-

Miles:I said *get closer to Gwen and put his hands on her shoulders* I.am.in. When do we start

Gwen:That's why I love you

Miles:What

Gwen:I said I'm glad I have you...for this plan

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(At Hobie's house)

Gwen:Hobie...we need to tell you something...

Hobie:A'ight but ma'e it quick, I have a date with Pav in fiv' minutes

Miles:Hobie...You're...Shit man is hard to say but you're...white

Hobie:

Hobie:

Hobie:

Hobie:Did you took somethin' on the way her'

Gwen:No Hobie...you have to accept the truth...you're not black

Hobie:Do ya need glasses? Are ya color blind? My skin's literally dark brown

Gwen:I knew you were going to say that, so we took these *takes the wipes*

Hobie:..Wipes?

Miles:Yes

Hobie:OMG...OK FINE BU' BE QUICK ' I HAV A TON OF THINGS TO DO

Gwen:*wipes Hobie’s hand*

Hobie hand:*become light skin*

Hobie:

Hobie:

Hobie:

Gwen:Hobie...?

Hobie:*gets up*

Hobie:*opens a portal*

Hobie:*gets inside the portal'

Hobie:*the portal close*

Miles:Welp! Guess it didn't work

Gwen:Just wait

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Gwen's phone rings

Gwen:*picks up the phone*

Pavitr on the phone:CAN YOU TELL ME WHY HOBIE IS CRYING AND BEGGING NOT TO BE WHITE

Hobie on the background:WHY LORD WHY!!!

Pavitr:HOBIE YOU DON'T EVEN BELIVE IN-

Pavitr:OH FOR GOD'S SAKE! I'LL CALL YOU LATER-

Pavitr:NO HOBIE STAY AWAY FROM THE WINDOW! DON'T YOU DARE JUMP-

Pavitr:*ends the phone call*

Miles:

Gwen:

Miles:

Gwen:Wanna try it on Miguel?

Miles:YES

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Some Times Later at HQ

Jess:Miguel...?

Miguel:And I thought that my life couldn't get any worst, what a fool

Jess:Tf is wrong with u again?

[sunset-palettte]

The Tradwife Aesthetic: A Look at its Allure and Contradictions 🌾💍✨

The tradwife aesthetic has captivated a corner of the internet, blending vintage femininity, homemaking nostalgia, and romanticized traditional gender roles. Think flowy dresses, immaculate pies cooling on windowsills, and Instagram feeds bathed in warm, golden light. But beneath the surface, the tradwife trend is far more layered than a simple throwback to mid-century domestic bliss.

🌿 Aesthetic Breakdown

At its core, the tradwife aesthetic borrows heavily from the past. Its visual language is rooted in:

1950s nostalgia: High-waisted skirts, aprons, vintage kitchenware, and meticulously styled hair.

Cottagecore overlap: Rustic homes, gardening, homemade bread, and flower arranging.

Clean girl simplicity: Natural makeup and muted tones, emphasizing an "effortlessly" polished look.

The tradwife aesthetic thrives on creating an idealized, picture-perfect version of domestic life. It's about showcasing the beauty of traditional homemaking in a way that feels aspirational and curated.

💬 Subcultural Foundations

The tradwife movement grew from online spaces like Instagram, YouTube, and TikTok, where creators blend lifestyle content with discussions about returning to traditional family values. Its followers often idealize the past as a time of stability and moral clarity, though critics argue this view ignores historical inequalities.

While some embrace it for its aesthetic appeal alone, others tie it to a lifestyle that endorses traditional gender roles—women as homemakers, men as breadwinners. The hashtag #Tradwife has sparked discussions about autonomy, feminism, and societal expectations.

✨ Why Does It Appeal?

Nostalgia as comfort: In uncertain times, looking back feels safe.

Aesthetics of control: Clean, organized homes and traditional roles provide a sense of order.

Escapism: The tradwife image promises a slower, simpler life—far removed from modern chaos.

⚖️ The Controversy

The tradwife movement isn’t without its critics. Detractors point out that it often romanticizes a past rife with oppression, erasing the struggles many faced during those "simpler times." Feminist thinkers question whether embracing this lifestyle is truly empowering or simply a rebranding of patriarchal ideals.

🌺 Final Thoughts

Whether you see the tradwife aesthetic as harmless vintage nostalgia or a regressive movement, its rise reflects a longing for connection, simplicity, and stability. It’s an aesthetic worth unpacking—not just for its curated beauty but for what it says about our collective yearning for the past.

What do you think? Is it empowering to reclaim these roles, or does it risk idealizing an imperfect past? Share your thoughts! 💬✨

Follow for more posts exploring internet subcultures and aesthetics! 🌅

[thegreyjoyed]

It’s thanksgiving today !!! Meaning… Alex Keller thanksgiving headcanons <3

Alex Keller is obviously an American

So he’d celebrate thanksgiving with his family !!!

•He’s got a HUGE family, so they probably rent out a space for the evening and have a whole lineup of crockpots, baked dishes, dessert table, drink table, kid drink table, alcohol table, etc etc…

• He brings a good pie, some drinks(lemonade and budlight) and plastic silverware too ofc

•LOVES telling stories at the dinner table when he isn’t in exile at the kids table to be with his little cousins who love hanging off of him and getting him all sticky n gross bc he pulled some mean ass prank on the whole family

• He loves seeing his grandmas and grandpas, he gives them a big bear hug(gentler), and a kiss on each cheek

• he never participates in politics talking, probably leaves the room to ‘use the bathroom’ or just doesn’t participate and changes the topics

• when they all go to one persons house to watch a football game, the thanksgiving parade, the dog show or something else, he crashes on the couch and at least one baby gets piled onto him as a napping spot because (big family)

• loves letting his older girl cousins play with his hair and give him a full face of makeup bc they never get to see him aside from the holidays he gets off

• he loves green beans and mixing his plate all around, he gets corn, green beans, mashed potatoes, probably no gravy, but sometimes he does, he gets ham and turkey, and a roll and he mixes everything together in one big pile and smears it onto open rolls and chows down like he hasn’t gotten good food in months(which he hasn’t)

• He talks vaguely about his deployments but only ever tells the light hearted parts like if he hears someone crack a good joke or something good came from the deployment etc

• he has dad jokes for days that he tells his aunts and uncles and parents

• Plays with his cousins even as an adult bc he probably is an only child or has a younger sister that tolerates him

• he hates sweet potatoes. GET THAT SHIT AWAY FROM HIM !!!!! He don’t like them even with the marshmallows

• he loves his grandma’s homemade noodles so so much, they’re just PERFECT no one can match his love for the noodles

• Alex also never takes off the makeup his cousins put on him, he always has to go to a CVS or rite aid and get makeup remover to remove the makeup smeared on his face and gets some candy for himself and other necessities

• he flicks food at his cousins when he’s banned to the kid table, throws a spoon full of mashed potatoes at the littlest toddler aged kid and then blames it on someone else and acts innocent

• He gossips with his teenage girl cousins and games with his teenage boy cousins, a family man, if you will

• loves just watching his great aunt crochet/knitting him a scarf or too small of gloves bc she’s half blind

• loves watching over the babies and just catching up with family

[achy-boo]

Jeanne Si-Woo Keket

"The 2nd vice warden of Sapphire Lake Dorm."

"An victim of The Keket Curse.."

"She does not want to show any negative emotions without her permission"

"Or else SHE will be free from her cage.."

Name: Jeanne Si-Woo Keket

Romaji: Keket Si-Woo Jeanne

Quote: “What is wrong with a little insanity here and there?”

V/A: Uni from Path to Nowhere(English) and Bai Yi from Path to Nowhere(Japanese)

Gender: female

Sexuality: Proud Bisexual

Age: 17(She ages like an normal human but she will never grew old)

Birthday: June 5th

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Eye color: purple

Hair Color: purple with light purple ends

Height: 5'6

Weight: 102 ibs

Race: Mirror demon/curse

Homeland: South Korea

Family: July Keket(Mother/Victim of the Keket Curse), [redacted] (Bio dad, murdered by Zephyr) Zephyr Keket(Step Father), Kenichi Keket(First older brother), Hyun Lamya Keket(2nd older brother), Nyx(Her night half and 'sister')

School Status and Fun Facts

Dorm: Sapphire Lake Dorm

School Year: 2 year

Class: 2-B

Student Number: No.20

Occupation: Light music club but she later join the gossip club

Club: Light music club and gossip club

Best Subject: Alchemy

Favorite Color: shades of purple, neutral and dark colors

Favorite Food: homemade food, sweets, korean and Japanese(anything really)

Least Favorite Food: Lilia’s food and she never like olives(but she sometimes eat it to make someone happy)

Likes: gossip, vocaloid, dancing, traveling through mirrors, Pride Month, tea, coffee, watching fights with popcorn, raining days, winter, cold days

Dislikes: her friends hurt or sad, frowning(Only when Nyx also frowns), showing negative emotions, remembering her death, yellow, bitter foods, people asking her about her bio dad(she does not know him but expect that her bio dad is...vile)

Hobbies: reading, dancing in the rain or snow, gossiping with her friends and Nyx, doing fashions in Sapphire Lake Dorm, making events for Sapphire Lake Dorm

Talents: traveling through mirrors, keen eyes for hidden intentions/red flags, read rooms and social cues

Nicknames: JiJi(Uncommon), Jean(rare), Si-woo(She actually never had someone called her that in seven years)

Other Nicknames: Jeanii(Cater), My day side(Nyx), Mirror Witch(Dawn), J(Tsukii)

Appearance and Personality

Appearance: Jeanne Keket has fair skin with a heart shape removable makeup, purple eyes with purple hair with light purple ends that reach to her lower back. She stands at 5'6 and 5'7 when she is wearing heels. She is wear a black, purple and white goth dress with black stockings, black shoes or heels(depends), one glove right hand and she wears a black headband.

Personality: Laidback, goofy, eccentric, cunning. All words can describe Jeanne in more...juicy situations. Jeanne is very laid back but more tamable then others. She is very sly when it came to people's gossips. She is very sweet and nice if you treated her and Sapphire Lake Dorm with respect. When Nyx is involved, her eccentric and manipulative skills will worsen when only Nyx is out of her cage. Also she is very mysterious and cryptic so good luck with her.

𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒂

Gothic Lolita is one of her favorite aesthetics

She have two monthly family vacations

Jeanne is the day side while Nyx is the night time

She has a tattoo of an Gemini on her forearm

Had a tongue and ear piercing

She look up to Divus Crewel

She used to have a crush on Jade Leech but she had to kill the crush due to Kianisha

She have a flirting match with Night sometimes

@dxmoness @queen-of-twisted @aventxsha @yukii0nna @yumeko2sevilla @yoghurtsan @fair-night-starry-tears

[sapphire-lake]

Jeanne Si-Woo Keket

The mirror demon and the day side of the mirror. Always with a cheerful views but hidden deep down, there is a night side of the mirror. The person is question? That is Nyx

╭──・ Basic Information

Name: Jeanne Si-Woo Keket

Romaji: Keket Si-Woo Jeanne

Quote: “What is wrong with a little insanity here and there?”

V/A: Uni from Path to Nowhere(English) and Bai Yi from Path to Nowhere(Japanese)

Gender: female

Sexuality: Proud Bisexual

Age: 17(She ages like an normal human but she will never grew old)

Birthday: June 5th

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Eye color: purple

Hair Color: purple with light purple ends

Height: 5'6

Weight: 102 ibs

Race: Mirror demon/curse

Homeland: Seoul, South Korea

Family:

July Keket(Mother/Victim of the Keket Curse),

[redacted] (Bio dad, murdered by Zephyr)

Zephyr Keket(Step Father),

Kenichi Keket(First older brother), Hyun Lamya Keket(2nd older brother)

Nyx(Her night half and 'sister')

╭──・ School Information

School Status and Fun Fact

Dorm: Sapphire Lake Dorm

School Year: 2 year

Class: 2-B

Student Number: No.20

Occupation: Light music club but she later join the gossip club

Club: Light music club and gossip club

Best Subject: Alchemy

╭──・ Interests

Favorite Color: shades of purple, neutral and dark colors

Favorite Food: homemade food, sweets, korean and Japanese(anything really)

Least Favorite Food: Lilia’s food and she never like olives(but she sometimes eat it to make someone happy)

Likes: gossip, vocaloid, dancing, traveling through mirrors, Pride Month, tea, coffee, watching fights with popcorn, raining days, winter, cold days

Dislikes: her friends hurt or sad, frowning(Only when Nyx also frowns), showing negative emotions, remembering her death, yellow, bitter foods, people asking her about her bio dad(she does not know him but expect that her bio dad is...vile)

Hobbies: reading, dancing in the rain or snow, gossiping with her friends and Nyx, doing fashions in Sapphire Lake Dorm, making events for Sapphire Lake Dorm

Talents: traveling through mirrors, keen eyes for hidden intentions/red flags, read rooms and social cues

╭──・ Other information

Nicknames: JiJi(Uncommon), Jean(rare), Si-woo(She actually never had someone called her that in seven years)

Other Nicknames: Jeanii(Cater), My day side(Nyx), Mirror Witch(Dawn), J(Tsukii)

Mutual ocs nicknames

@queen-of-twisted

Bloody Mary, Woman in the Mirror by Minako

Mirror Mirror on the Wall by Akane

Jeannie by Victor

Keket by Florence

Appearance and Personality:

Appearance: Jeanne Keket has fair skin with a heart shape removable makeup, purple eyes with purple hair with light purple ends that reach to her lower back. She stands at 5'6 and 5'7 when she is wearing heels. She is wear a black, purple and white goth dress with black stockings, black shoes or heels(depends), one glove right hand and she wears a black headband.

Personality: Laidback, goofy, eccentric, cunning. All words can describe Jeanne in more...juicy situations. Jeanne is very laid back but more tamable then others. She is very sly when it came to people's gossips. She is very sweet and nice if you treated her and Sapphire Lake Dorm with respect. When Nyx is involved, her eccentric and manipulative skills will worsen when only Nyx is out of her cage. Also she is very mysterious and cryptic so good luck with her.

𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒂

Gothic Lolita is one of her favorite aesthetics

She have two monthly family vacations

Jeanne is the day side while Nyx is the night time

She has a tattoo of an Gemini on her forearm

Had a tongue and ear piercing

She look up to Divus Crewel

She used to have a crush on Jade Leech but she had to kill the crush due to Kianisha

She have a flirting match with Night sometimes

✶ Unique Magic

⟡Name: Reflection of Malice

⟡Chant: "The mirror is a mysterious item. Look so normal and plain but show your negativity and your clone will appear and drive you insane! Come join me to this deranged world of the unknown!! Reflection of Malice~!"

⟡Description: The person will trapped in the room filled with mirrors and each mirror shows all the person’s negative energy/past. It will get worse when the person shows the negative emotions which summoned their clone who drove them insane, dragging them into the deranged world of the unknown.

The 2nd Vic Warden is stalking through the mirrors of NRC, always waiting and listening just out of sight. Just whatever you do…NEVER follow her laughter

“Welcome fellow Mirror beings. Your souls are connected to the same thing but remain different.” Magic Mirror to Jeanne/Nyx

[lovelywetdreamer]

Being Gojo's princess

Buying you Prada chocolate

Licking Prada chocolate off your cunt

Buying you the latest Gucci chocker

Broke your chocker and ruin your makeup

Bought you another chocker

Buy you savages panties

Remove them with his teeth

Get your hair done

Be the reason why you need to get your hair done. He can't control himself from pulling your hair.

Buy you the latest Iphone

You're out of storage already with too much homemade videos.

Bought you a car

Bent you over the car hood

Buy you pure silk sheet

Stain your sheet with his and yours fluids

[babyppsthoughs]

Black Rope (2021)

One of the sessions I had in the hotel room before I left HK. Again, it’s been ages, so I can only remember so much.

The rope was pretty old, probably from the first couple of years of my CDing, when it was still easy to buy sex toys on Tao Bao and have them sent to HK. Later on, there were more restrictions on shippable merchandise and many shops didn’t ship to HK anymore. I think the rope was from a “13-pieces SM pack” or so, which included cuffs, a collar, a ballgag, a blindfold, nipple clamps, etc. Some of the gears used in my other vids probably came from this pack too.

The sheer top and panties were probably a pair. The top was so small that I always feared that it’d get torn when I put it on.

I’m not super into ropeplays, but I admire people who have the patience to tie people up, or be tied up,  not to mention the skill required. I saw images and tutorials for 龜甲縛 (Turtle ((diamond pattern)) binding) long ago and attempted a few times on myself casually before. But it’s only with that long rope that I could actually do it decently. The upper part was pretty by the book but I wasn’t so sure how to finish the bottom part so that got a bit messy.

I think I did it pretty loose so I wasn’t restricted in any way, it was just for the look. But still, with the ropes around my crotch, it was kinda inconvenient to do a lot of penetrative play, so I ended up just touching and rubbing myself a lot. I don’t remember if I planned to end with just some rubbing though. Looking at the clips, I think I was just edging myself but went over the line at that point.

I think I didn't put on much makeup for this one, for whatever reasons. I always regret that though, when I check the recording the see the shadow under my eyes.

I cut the clips into a 15min version first, but a lot of it was just rubbing, seemed too similar, so I further edited it down to 13min. But then again 15 and 13 doesn't make much of a difference does it... hope you're not bored anyway.

The other vertical vid about me walking back and forth in front of the camera was actually done in between the rubbing on the bed. I was just trying to do a sexy walk, but after a number of tries, still couldn’t do it well enough, so I gave up. Put that into a separate vid just for laugh.

There is also a clip of me removing the rope from myself, maybe I’ll post it some day as a bit of behind the scene.

Black Rope Pleasure:

Black Rope Walking: