#I was having a shower and once I needed shampoo it was game over!

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❀ ༉ ‧ ₊ ˚ THIS ONE’S FOR YOU, BABY

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ alt. NO I AM NOT IN LOVE .ᐟ

ᝰ.ᐟ you swear you’re not in love with huh yunjin. but she’s always in your bed, in your clothes, and under your skin. and you’re one game away from admitting everything you’ve been pretending not to feel.

ᝰ.ᐟ pairing. basketball player!yunjin x fem!reader ᝰ.ᐟ genre. fwb to lovers, fluff, crack, tiny sprinkle of angst ᝰ.ᐟ warning(s). cursing, there’s one argument, yunjin is mentioned to be a stoner & player

ᝰ.ᐟ word count: 3k

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ katty ᥫ᭡: had a crazy day i almost gatekeeped this fic

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there’s a knock at the door. three quick taps, then one hard one.

you already know it’s her.

you make her wait a beat before opening it. just out of spite. or nerves. probably both.

yunjin’s standing there. except she looks a little too tired to fully commit to it. her ginger hair’s still damp and messy, curling slightly at the ends from a rushed shower.

her tank top has come up and her sweatpants are slightly wrinkled. ahe smells faintly like your shampoo. her eyes skim over you once, quick but not careless.

“hey. i left my shoes.” she says breathlessly, like she ran up the stairs.

you lean on the doorframe and raise an eyebrow. “you have, like, five pairs of shoes here.”

“coincidentally my lucky ones.”

“oh. of course. can’t have a good practice without the power of your purple jordans.” you step aside, trying not to smile.

she walks past you like she owns the place, dropping her bag on your floor without asking. “you joke, but i dropped twenty three the last time i wore ‘em. that’s math.”

“no, that’s delusion.”

yunjin flashes a grin over her shoulder. “they’re your favorite color too.”

you roll your eyes and sit back on the edge of your bed, pretending not to notice how she takes her time crouching near the closet. she pushes aside a hoodie that’s definitely hers, then another, then one that used to be yours until she stole it.

“damn. you hoard everything, huh?” she says, standing back up with her sneakers in hand.

“me? you literally colonized my closet.”

“that’s crazy. you sound mad i’m comfortable.”

“i’m mad you don’t fold.”

she laughs at that and tosses the shoes onto the ground beside you before flopping down next to you. “you fold enough for both of us. it’s kinda hot.”

you shoot her a look. “don’t flirt with me just ‘cause your jump shot’s been off.”

“that’s not why.” she says it too quickly. then she shrugs like it was nothing.

the air shifts. she leans back on her hands, legs stretched out, her knee lightly brushing yours. her head tilts toward you.

“you coming tomorrow? it’s a big game.”

you hesitate. “i dunno.”

yunjin chews the inside of her cheek and looks away. “right. that’s cool.”

you don’t say anything. neither does she.

then she sighs and pushes up to her feet like she suddenly just remembered she’s supposed to leave. “alright . i’ll, uh— see you.”

she grabs her bag, slinging it over her shoulder again. but her fingers linger on the doorknob a little longer than they need to.

“good luck kiss?” she adds while holding up her shoes, cocky again, like that’ll cover the part of her that didn’t want to go.

“um. the shoes?”

“you. but i’ll take it.” she shrugs.

you don’t answer until the door’s already halfway closed. “don’t trip over your ego on the way out.”

“i’ll text you!” she calls before the door closes with a thud.

you’re pretty sure she’s still smiling when it clicks shut.

then hours later, your phone lights up for the fifth time in the last ten minutes.

chaewon doesn’t even glance up from her seat at the edge of your bed. “is that her again?”

you don’t answer. you’re too busy pretending to scroll through something else. something that’s definitely not the text from yunjin asking “you home?” like she hasn’t been here three nights this week already.

chaewon throws a gummy worm at you. “don’t play with me. you’re not slick.”

you furrow your eyebrows, throwing it back. “i’m literally just on tiktok.”

she scoffs. “cap. you’re fake scrolling. nobody blinks that much when they’re on tiktok.”

you toss your phone. “okay fine. it’s her.”

“and you’re ignoring her because?” she says with a gummy bear in her mouth.

“she’s annoying.”

“wow. how ever did you fall in love with her.”

you sit up with a groan. “i’m not in love with her.”

“she smokes in your car, you wear eachother’s clothes, and she calls you baby when she wants something. you let her. that’s literally just marriage.”

“bruh. she’s just loud.”

“and so are you.”

“she’s always flirting with other girls.”

“so do you.”

“she’s a player.”

“you’re a dumbass.”

you open up your mouth to argue. then you shut it.

because what are you even gonna say? that yunjin makes you nervous when she touches your knee under the table? that she always lights her blunt, takes a hit, and then passes it to you with that lazy smile like she knows you’ll give in? that she makes you crazy but you like it?

“look. you like her. she clearly likes you. so either go to her stupid ass game and cheer her on like a good fake girlfriend or keep acting like a dumbass until she stops waiting for you to catch up.”

“i’m not her fake girlfriend.” you protest, crossing your arms.

“you should tell her that.” her words make you roll your eyes.

“she already asked if i was coming.” you say.

“and you said?”

“i’m ignoring her! so i said i wasn’t sure.”

chaewon groans. “you’re the worst. no wonder she’s obsessed with you.”

“she’s not—”

“she is. and if you don’t show up to the game then i’ll go in your place. i’ll even make a sign.” she says, cutting you off.

“ew! you won’t.”

chaewon takes it as a challenge. “bet. i will. ima paint a giant heart around her number and scream ‘THAT’S MY WIFE’ every time she has the ball.”

“you’re insane.” you raise your top lip in mock disgust.

“i’m supportive. unlike someone i know who ghosts her situationship the night before a rival game.” she says.

“she’s not my situationship.” you mumble.

“oh? what is she then?”

you open your mouth. and shut it again.

exactly.

chaewon throws another gummy at you.

“yeah. that’s what i thought.”

you both sit there for a moment, her legs swinging off your bed while you stare at your phone like it might text her for you. like it would make this any easier.

it doesn’t.

“she looked really tired at practice yesterday.” chaewon says casually.

“you were watching her?”

“duh. everyone was. she’s yunjin.”

that’s the problem, isn’t it?

she’s yunjin. loud, flashy, and impossible to ignore. the girl who plays like she’s untouchable but always shows up to your place like she isn’t.

“ugh. fine. i’ll go.” you mutter while standing up.

“i knew you would!”

“not ‘cause i like her.”

“riiiight.”

“i just don’t want you embarrassing me.”

“too late. i’m making the sign anyway.” she says already in her notes app.

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she shows up again later that night. you don’t even get a knock.

she just opens the door and walks inside like she lives her. because, well, lately… she kind of does.

“you ignored me.” yunjin says from the doorway, her voice already that kind of lazy but annoyed. like she expected it but it still pisses her off.

you glance up from your bed, pretending not to care. “you didn’t say you were coming over.”

“yeah. because you didn’t answer any of my texts.”

you shrug, scrolling through your phone. “busy.”

yunjin scoffs, stepping into your room like she owns it. “right. too busy to say two words, but not too busy to repost shit on tiktok.”

you finally look up at her. “what is your problem?”

“my problem is you acting like we’re strangers after i spend three nights here.”

“i didn’t ask you to stay.”

yunjin scoffs before she crosses her arms, leaning against your doorframe with that typical smirk. the one she uses to piss people off. “huh. didn’t know we were being petty now.”

you set your phone down with your jaw clenched. “you’re not my girlfriend, yunjin. i don’t owe you anything.”

“no. but you could at least pretend like you give a fuck.”

you scoff. “says the one who flirts with every girl who breathes?”

she lets out a humorless laugh. “ohh. is that what this is?”

“it’s not anything. we’re not anything. you made that clear a long time ago.” you snap.

yunjin goes still. the kind of still that makes your throat feel like it’s closing.

then she speaks again.

“so why do you care if i flirt with someone else?”

you hate her.

you hate the way she asks like she doesn’t already know.

hate the way her voice drops, just a little, when she gets serious. hate the fact that she’s standing in your doorway like a bad habit you can’t quit.

you stand up. “you know what? don’t come over if you’re just gonna pick fights.”

she laughs in disbelief. “you think i’m picking the fight?”

“you showed up! uninvited! again!”

“because i wanted to see you.”

you stare.

“i just wanted to see you. but you don’t feel the same. i got it.” she shakes her head, running a hand through her hair like she’s trying not to explode.

“i’m not—” you pause, then you laugh bitterly. “you can’t say that like you’re innocent. you flirt with me when you’re bored, leave your shit here like we live together, smoke in my car, then act surprised when i don’t know what the hell we are.”

“i mean, we could be something,” she says suddenly and it’s so honest that it shuts you up.

your breath catches.

and for a second, you don’t know what to say.

then you scoff. “you only say that when i threaten to walk away.”

“maybe ‘cause that’s the only time you actually listen.”

you stare at each other.

“i don’t listen now?”

“see? wow.” yunjin laughed.

“see if i’m at the game tomorrow then.”

and for the first time all night, yunjin looks hurt.

just for a second. like it slips out before she can stop it.

“fine. do whatever you want.” she says, and her voice is a little colder this time.

she turns to leave.

and for some reason, it makes your chest ache.

like maybe this time she really will stop waiting.

the door clicks shut behind her. and for the first time all day, your room feels cold.

quiet, too. like her leaving sucked the air out of it. like you’re still waiting for her to call you on your lie.

but she doesn’t.

you stare at the spot she was just standing. then at your phone. then at the hoodie she left on the back of your chair last week. the one you swore you weren’t gonna wear again.

the silence is loud.

you sit back down but suddenly everything feels wrong. your bed’s too big. your room’s too empty. your heartbeat’s too loud.

god.

you miss her.

and not in the she’s kinda hot and fun to smoke with kinda way. you miss her in the stupid, real way.

you bury your face in your hands. “fuck.”

you grab your phone, scroll past her name three times before you finally text someone else.

you
chaewon. emergency. are u awake

chaewon
it’s 11:43 why

you
i think i like her

chaewon
no fucking shit

you
sybau this is serious

chaewon
ofc it took a near-breakup to realize

you
IT WASN’T A BREAKUP THO
WE WEREN’T EVEN TOGETHER

chaewon
girl she’s been your girlfriend you just dumb

you
she said we could be something

chaewon
AND???

you
i said she only says that when i walk away

chaewon
toxic af

crazy

then what

you
idk i think she meant it this time

chaewon
bruh she always means it

you

no

i think i fucked up

chaewon
you usually do but this one is like

salvageable

you
she looked so hurt when i said i wasn’t coming tomorrow

chaewon
bc she’s in love with you dumbass

you
don’t say that

chaewon
scared it’s true?

you don’t answer.

because yeah. maybe you are.

chaewon

she could have anyone

ANYONE

but she keeps showing up at your door

bringing you food n shit

smoking you out

leaving her clothes on the floor like it’s her room too

wake tf up

you
i hate you

chaewon
no you don’t

you hate that i’m right

you throw your phone onto the bed face down. like that’ll make her words stop echoing in your head.

but she’s right. of course she’s right. you close your eyes and let yourself picture it.

yunjin’s always looking for you in the crowd like. pointing it’s like you're the whole reason she plays the way she does.

your phone buzzes again.

chaewon
if you don’t go to that game tomorrow i swear on my soul ima wear a shirt that says “i heart huh yunjin”

you
STOP
i’m literally going
i’m already planning what to wear

chaewon
i knew it

simp 🫵

you
i’m not a simp

you
ok maybe i’m a little cooked

chaewon
girl you deep fried

extra crispy

marinated in delusion

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the bleachers are packed. people are yelling, the gym smells like sweat and popcorn, and your leg won’t stop bouncing.

you’re early. like, annoyingly early.
chaewon insisted on it. said if you showed up late it would give "i don’t care that much" energy.


and apparently, that’s illegal now.

you’re wearing her hoodie. the same one you almost cried over last night. the one that still smells like her.

chaewon saw it the second you walked out of your room, but she didn’t make you change. just dragged you to the front row with a comically large amount of popcorn.

and that fuckass sign that says ‘that’s y/n’s girlfriend’ with hearts surrounding it.

so now here you are.

heart in your throat. eyes on the court. pretending not to care.

until you see her.

yunjin steps out of the locker room, jersey tucked in, wrist already taped.


she looks good. obviously. annoyingly good.


her hair is pushed back, jaw clenched, scanning the crowd like she usually does.

and then she sees you.

and everything slows down.

her eyes lock onto yours.


for a second, she looks stunned. like she didn’t believe you would actually come.


then her whole face changes.

she smiles.

it’s small and stupid. but mostly just soft.

you freeze.

chaewon elbows you hard. “girl.”

you don’t answer.


yunjin’s walking toward the bench, still looking at you. like she’s playing this game for you.

and maybe she is.

you watch her laugh with a teammate. stretch, adjust her shorts, and then sip from her water bottle.

“can you two just date already. i’m so tired.”

you don’t respond because you’re still too busy staring.


and somewhere in the back of your mind, you’re already thinking about what you’re gonna say when the game’s over. if you’ll say anything at all.


or if you’ll just wait by the locker room door until she finds you first. because she will.


she always does.

the game’s close.

like, too close. the crowd’s on their feet, coaches are screaming, everyone is basically foaming at the mouth. and you're there in the middle of it. pretending your stomach isn’t in knots, like you haven’t been tracking yunjin’s every move since she stepped onto the court.

she’s killing it. obviously.

she’s fast, locked in, dropping threes like she does it in her sleep.


and every time she scores, her eyes flick toward the stands.


toward you.

“she’s totally doing this for you.” chaewon says.

you scoff. “please. she’s doing this ‘cause she’s in love with basketballs.”

but you can’t breathe.

and then it happens. last thirty seconds, tied score, ball in her hands.


the crowd’s losing it, her teammates are yelling, but yunjin just dribbles steadily.

and then yunjin looks up. dead at you.

like a movie scene. like she rehearsed it.

and then— oh god.

she points at you.

literally points.

and mouths. “this one’s for you, baby.”

you recoil so hard you nearly fall off the bleacher. “what the fuck—”

“OH MY GOD.” chaewon screams, grabbing your arm. you bury your face in your hands.

“i’m not going out with her. i’m blocking her number. i’m moving states.”

and then, just to make it worse, she hits the shot.

a clean, obnoxious, buzzer beating three.

the crowd goes feral. the team tackles her. everyone’s shouting like someone just won the olympics. and yunjin?

yunjin’s just jogging down the court.

pointing at you again.

blowing a kiss.

chaewon is sobbing with laughter beside you. you glare at her.

“this is your fault.”

“what did i do?”

“you encouraged her.”

“nuh uh! you’re the one wearing her hoodie.” she laughs before raising the sign.

“that’s y/n’s girlfriend!”

“please shut up.”

yunjin makes it halfway to the stands before she’s pulled into a pile of screaming teammates, and you just sit there with your arms crossed and your cheeks burning.

you hate her.

you hate her.

god, you’re gonna marry her.

you’re pacing next to your car like a divorced dad when the game is over.

the gym is still loud behind you, packed with students and fans and probably three girls who are trying to get yunjin’s number.

you wouldn’t blame them.

she did hit a buzzer-beater.

and she did point at you.

and she did call you baby.

in front of witnesses.

you cover your face with both hands. “i’m gonna puke.”

“you better not. this is my favorite hoodie.” a voice says suddenly.

you flinch then spin around. and there she is.

she’s sweaty, grinning, and still in uniform. walking toward you like she doesn’t even feel her legs. like she’d beeline to you even if the building was on fire.

“did you sprint out of the locker room?”

“duh. what if you left? what if someone else tried to flirt with you before i got here? i had to secure the perimeter.” she says like it’s obvious.

you stare at her. “you’re literally insane.”

“insanely in love with you, maybe.”

you groan so loud it echoes in the parking lot. “you pointed at me, yunjin.”

“and dedicated the game winner to you. i should get a kiss at the minumum. that’s like, the rule.” she says proudly.

“there is no rule.”

“uhhh. i think the crowd would disagree.” she says, stepping closer.

you narrow your eyes. “you mean the crowd that tackled you?”

she shrugs. “they’ll get over it.”

“you’re unbearable. your form was ass, by the way.”

she gasps. “oh my god. you’re a hater.”

“i’m literally your biggest fan. i just think you’re annoying.”

“well. good thing i’m obsessed with you anyway.” she says, stepping closer.

you feel your breath hitch. she’s still cocky. still sweaty. still so irritating.

but her eyes are all soft now. like all the yelling, all the dumb flirting, all the chaos was for this.

for you.

you swallow. “you smell like a gym.”

“you like it.”

“i don’t.”

“you’re literally wearing my name on your back right now.”

you freeze and glance down.

oh, god.

you are.

she must’ve left this hoodie at your place after that night you both passed out on the couch, halfway through a movie you weren’t watching. her name’s printed big and bold across the back in that annoying varsity font.

“coincidence.” you mutter.

she hums. “sure.”

you look up at her again, and she’s still smiling. not the shit eating post win grin she had earlier. this one’s quieter. softer.

like she doesn’t care about the game anymore.

like you’re the only thing she came here to win.

you roll your eyes and push at her chest lightly. “you’re lucky i like you.”

“yeah?” she leans in, tilting her head. “how much?”

you glance away.

“enough to wear your stupid jersey.”

“hm. what else?”

you sigh dramatically. “enough to not block your number.”

she grins. “and?”

“enough to kiss you, i guess.” you mutter.

“you guess?”

you grab the collar of her jersey, yank her down, and kiss her right there in the parking lot. under the buzz of an almost broken gym light and the sound of half the campus still celebrating her shot.

and she melts.

completely.

when you finally pull back, her eyes are wide. dazed.

“shit. that felt like a girlfriend kiss.” she breathes.

you groan, shoving her toward the passenger door. “get in the car, jennifer.”

“yes ma’am.”

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Who else is forever "ruined" by Drakken, whenever they think the word shampoo? Raise your hand if so. ✋

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EPIC : THE FAIR MAIDEN (not so platonic ver.)

CHAPTER THREE : THE NEW ISLAND

relations. : platonic various epic characters/reader -- platonic odysseus/reader ; polites/reader ; platonic eurylochus/reader ; platonic elpenor/reader ; platonic perimedes/reader ; platonic odysseus' crew/reader ; hermes/reader

chpt. sum. : You and the crew spend some time on your island, where they try to stay sane from all the crazy antics you pull. One God in particular, however, is having all the laughs, much like his great-grandson.

tags. : reader continues being a disney princess ; female, mute reader ; pure comfort ; reader helps ody get home ; animal crossing new horizons game mechanics ; this chapter is kinda chaotic XD ; the crew are simps ; hermes makes an appearance ; hermes being a flirty menace ; isekai and transmigration ; fix it fic ; characters know their future ; happy ending for everyone!

length. : 6.5k

a/n : I wrote this to feel better from my cold and monthly cramps all at once and I've gotta say, it was the perfect remedy (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)♡ it's just that it may read like the person who wrote this was suffering from sleep-deprivation and if you think that then you're absolutely right! please forgive me (⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝) i needed something to do other than rot in bed when i couldn't even sleep because it was so hard to breathe without pain anywho~ enjoy!

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Venturing onto the island, you lead the way and invite Odysseus, Polites, Eurylochus and the crew to explore. You know that your island is safe, so you turn to everyone with open arms and a bright smile as if to say ‘Welcome! Please make yourselves at home’. Polites couldn’t help but grin at your obvious invitation, his heart-warming over the ‘open arms’ message he has managed to pass onto you. 

“Thank you, fair maiden,” he takes a knee and bows, prompting everyone else, even Odysseus, their king, to follow his lead, “Thank you for welcoming us here,” The bashful image of you they look up to makes their hearts melt. Soon enough, they were happily setting out to explore the island, taking in its beautiful scenes while you venture off on your own, too. 

You had one goal in mind: setting up a bath. Nothing is more relaxing than having a hot bath to soak in and getting to feel refreshed and new when you’re done washing up. Finding a secluded location, you design a bathing area composed of three outdoor baths with lots of bamboo surrounding it for privacy and equip the general area with the amenities needed, such as baskets full of bath towels and dispensers for shampoo, conditioner and body wash. You even set up a section of shower booths, where you plan on demonstrating how to use the shower before they get in the hot springs, for sanitary purposes.  

The entire time you were putting things together, the crew had settled down, enjoying stable ground for the first time, in a long time. They had never seen such lush grass and thriving wildlife before. However, it only made sense. This was your island, after all, their fair maiden, who only seems to bring peace and comfort. Naturally, your home island would be a paradise.  

“How wondrous,” Polites voices in awe, spotting an orchard of fruit trees and a crop field across the river where a beautiful wooden bridge arches to cross the gap. He’s never seen such elegant architecture quite like it before and speculates that it may come from the distant East. 

“What a beautiful place,” Eurylochus comments, also in awe of the island’s gorgeous scenery and herbage. It was an unknown place that they were exploring for the first time and yet, he’s never felt safer. 

“Where is our fair maiden?” Odysseus asks his nearest crew member, unable to admire the landscape for long, his mind too occupied by where you’ve disappeared off to without warning. Over the few days he’s spent in your company, Odysseus has grown a strong feeling of protectiveness over you. It’s a feeling he can comfortably liken to one he feels over Ctimene, his younger sister. Immediately recognising the warm tenderness and unable to deny it, he falls fully into the emotion instead. He’d happily take on another sister. It’s needed, especially with 600 men surrounding you.

“I believe I just saw her speed by,” Lycaon comments, making the Captain raise a brow. 

“How fast could she possibly be running to—” Odysseus was cut off, however, when he catches your speeding visage in his periphery. Astonished, everyone close by stands still for a moment to observe your activity. One minute, you were racing one way, and the other minute racing the other way. And then, you stop in front of a tree, where the crew are convinced that you’re finally done with your zooming about — that is until you suddenly materialise an axe and begin chopping at the tree, earning you perfectly chopped logs of wood. Some log piles are differently coloured, clearly coming from a different type of tree, but you were hacking your axe at only one tree.

“Huh?...” Elpenor asks, confused as Perimedes stares at you with a blank look on his face. 

Everyone’s jaws collectively drop to the floor. Was a beauty like you always capable of such strong feats of strength? And were the trees here as magical as you?!

“H-how is that possible?” one crew member asks nobody in particular, scratching at his head. 

“She’s the fair maiden, it’s best not to question anything,” another man comments loud enough for all surrounding persons to hear and hum in agreement over. 

“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” Odysseus chuckles fondly with a shake of his head. Just before you are off zooming again, Odysseus comes up to you and politely asks, “Fair maiden, may we have some of the fruit from the orchard?” smiling, you happily give your consent with a nod, “Thank you,” he bows his head slightly, “do you have a preferred method of how we should go about collecting the fruit?” 

You think for a moment before deciding it won’t harm them much to learn how to shake trees. It’ll save you the hassle of getting them the fruits whenever they feel a little peckish. With a nod, you lead the men over the bridge to your orchard and step up to a pear tree with three ripe and incredibly large pears on it. From a distance, the men watch as you move your soft hands to grip the tree’s trunk and begin violentlyshaking it until the three pears drop, unbruised, from their perch. Their only reaction was stunned silence. Again, had you always been this strong? 

(From a distance, Odysseus can swear he hears a familiar, brain-tickling giggle.)

“I-I assume you want us to keep away from the crop fields’ produce,” Polites asks, stuttering through his stupefied state. 

As expressive as always, you nod, gesturing to the neighbouring crop fields before tapping your chest, as if to say, ‘Yep! That’s mine,’, you then wiggle a finger at them with a teasing shake of your head: ‘Not yours,’ you make an ‘X’ with your arms and then gesture to your hand, ‘Don’t touch,’. Nodding, Polites agrees and spreads the word with instructions on how you want the crewmen to harvest the fruit trees but to keep away from the crop fields. 

“I wonder what you’ve been up to while we’ve been exploring Fair Maiden?” Eurylochus asks, curious about your hidden activities. By now, a majority of the crew have fed back to comment on the things they’ve found about the island, talking about its geography, the landscape, its large variety of vegetation from flowers to overgrown weeds, the path of the freshwater, drinkable rivers, the waterfalls, the large lake and lack of natural threats. This was an island paradise, perfectly safe, as is expected from the island you call home. How lucky they were to have met you and to have landed on your island.

Happy he asked as you were just putting the final touches to the outdoor bathing area, you lead Eurylochus, Odysseus, Polites and some of the crew to the established bathing nook you’ve built. What you show them is nothing like their Greek public baths but it was familiar enough to get their hearts racing with excitement. Bathing in warm waters was always a rejuvenating experience, helping many soldiers with aching muscles and low spirits regain their strength and mental wellness. After their battles and journey, everyone was eager to have a long, hot soak.  

“This is incredible!” Odysseus laughs in his joy, going up to you and fondly messing up your hair, “Did you really set all this up for us?” There were fresh towels in baskets, a nearby waterfall for a cold plunge and three sizeable hot water pools surrounded by heavy rocks. There was even a table provided for their belongings next to an area with alien contraptions and small bottles. Odysseus could only guess that those bottles held the appropriate soaps they needed for a thorough wash. 

Playfully, you nod but huff and cross your arms, gesturing to yourself with a look that says ‘Yes but it’s for me too,’. Your gestures only made Odysseus laugh more, his warm, brown eyes looking fondly at you with a touch of gratitude. 

“Of course, of course, for you as well,” Polites laughs as Eurylochus smiles with his arms crossed, “but I wonder how we should go about using this apparatus…” he points to the shower area you set up on one side, next to the small waterfall — hoping that the association with the waterfall would help them learn that the showers functioned the same way. 

Happily, you demonstrate how to turn the water on and off, doing your best to tell the men to shower first before soaking in the hot springs. You even go so far as to show them the different dispensers for their different washing needs. Everyone has since grown attentive to observing your movements and expressions so it was easy enough to understand which coloured dispenser did what and the order they should go about using them. It was quite novel in appearance but familiar enough that navigation would easily become second nature. Everyone was excited to finally wash the salt off their skin and feel refreshed again. Once they were clear on how things went, you led them out of the area and see if they were satisfied with the privacy the bamboo trees offered along with the strategically placed bamboo partitions. Firstly and most importantly, however, your instructions on how they should use the baths needed to be met strictly. 

“Understood,” Eurylochus voices in his usually strict tone, “I’ll make sure everyone else knows what to do,” gratefully, you nod at him and move to get out of their way but are stopped by Odysseus. 

“Now that you’ve shown us, I believe you should be taking the first bath, Fair Maiden,” he nods towards the showers, “you’ve done so much for my men and me thus far, you are the first of us all who deserves a relaxing bath,” you give him a questioning look, asking ‘are you sure?’. “We’re sure, don’t worry,” he smiles at you kindly before a shout cuts through the tender moment. 

“I will guard the Fair Maiden while she bathes!” a distant hand is raised within the crowd of men, the shout coming out so sudden and loud that it visibly startles you. Seeing your frightened expression, however, gets Odysseus visibly irate and he readies himself to give that particular crewman the tongue-lashing of his life. But before anything can be said, a conflict has already started. 

“No! I will guard the Fair Maiden!” 

“I am better with a sword, I can protect her better than you!”

“There’s nothing to protect her from on this island. I am a great conversationalist, I’m sure she would appreciate the talk while she bathes—”

“Don’t be so stupid, who’d want to listen to your stupid voice while bathing?!” 

Not long into the argument, a fistfight breaks out, but even before that, Polites has already helped you sneak into the baths, making sure you were settled before heading out, promising that he, the Captain and the second commander would take care of things so that you can relax. With a loud shout and a fierce look, Odysseus has the crew behaving again, feeling no sympathy for those showcasing visible black eyes, bruises and swelling cheeks. 

“I expected more of you two,” Odysseus shakes his head at Perimedes, who had a black eye, and Elpenor, who sported two painfully swollen cheeks. Elpenor tried to explain their motivations, but with both of his cheeks swollen, his words were barely decipherable and can be best described as incoherent nonsense. 

“We only fought back because someone dragged us into the fight,” Perimedes explained  before uttering under his breath, “it’s not like anyone else could take better care of our Fair Maiden…”

“Can you really say that after your antics at the boat earlier?” Polities appreciated that the two, at least, had the decency to look bashful. 

“Eurylochus and I will guard the Fair Maiden,” Odysseus announces firmly, leaving no room for argument as Eurylochus stands tall beside him, arms crossed over his chest and making his appendages look all the more muscular — a silent threat to his own men, “Anyone who would like to challenge that is free to prove themselves in a one on one fight with either of us…” obviously, nobody would dare to openly oppose their captain and second commander. “Nobody?… Good, you know your place. Now set up your camps! Polites will supervise you,” Polites nods when Odysseus meets his eyes and happily goes along with his duties, herding the crew away from the bathing area. 

Bathing first really was a good idea. It allowed you to test out the functionality of the baths and provided a rare quiet after days spent with the crewmen. It was so relaxing you didn’t think you would ever leave, but alas, you were getting hungry, and if you were hungry, then the crew were hungry too. You’ll look into your storage for tonight, but tomorrow, you will begin gathering more ingredients again for freshly cooked meals. After your bath, you pull out your wand and easily magic yourself into a new outfit. This one was something you prepared beforehand that matched your new cottage core theme. This outfit featured another custom-designed dress you made. This one was also long and was designed based on the 1804 French evening dress, with a ribbon tied just under your breasts and delicate short sleeves to give you a square neckline. It was a beautiful dress that made you feel like a water sprite. It took you ages to design but, looking in the full-length mirror to one side of the baths, you were happy with the results.

Stepping out of the baths, you greet Odysseus and Eurylochus with a smile, both of whom return the greeting kindly. 

“You look refreshed,” Eurylochus comments with a curt nod of approval. 

“I must say your sense of fashion is very nice, Fair Maiden…” Odysseus’ words make you tilt your head curiously. You wonder where he was going with this, he’s not usually the type to make such comments about your appearance, unlike the other unmarried men of his crew, “Do you suppose you have some similarly styled clothes I can offer to my wife, Penelope?” His words make you beam with excitement, nodding enthusiastically, which makes him grin in return, “You do?! And you’re willing to give them to my wife?” you nod again, “Thank you so much!” 

You wave off the King’s gratitude casually as if you were saying that it wouldn’t be a big deal, and it really wasn’t. It was then, however, that you catch Eurylochus’ shy expression. When you turn to him curiously, Odysseus seems to already know what he wants to ask and has the biggest, teasing grin on his face as you patiently wait for the second commander to explain himself. 

“W-would you be able to do the same for my wife Ctimene?” excitedly, you nod your head as well, instantly wiping away Eurylochus’ worries and making the large, imposing man, grin widely.

Group by group, Odysseus and his crew all take turns soaking in the baths. The only problem after was the clothes they would have to change into knowing that their current attire wasn’t any good. But you had an easy solution to that. Wanting to give them clothing items that seemed familiar, you offered clean Chitons, thankful that you had access to the catalogue from your Nookphone, which was always helpfully tucked away in your back pocket. Conveniently, there was no waiting time needed here, and your orders appeared before you immediately. You save the differently coloured Togas for Odysseus, Polites and Eurylochus to help differentiate them from the rest of the crew members. Odysseus was wearing his signature purple sash, whilst Polites and Eurylochus wore red sashes. Thankfully, you were right to assign the clothing like this, and everyone was thankful for the relaxing bath, clean clothing and the delicious meal you had prepared afterwards: a delicious novel dish (to them) of Fish and Chips. There were satisfied hums and complimentary remarks made all throughout dinner, with everyone taking the chance to look towards you in appreciation at some point in the evening.

“Polites and my crew have informed me of a house on the northeast side of the island,” Odysseus casually brings up as you eat your portion of fish and chips beside him. “Would that happen to be your home?” having perked up at his words, you nod. So your house was still standing… you wonder why your villagers’ houses aren’t, nor the other buildings on the island. “Polites made sure nobody broke in unnecessarily. Tonight, I’m sure you would appreciate sleeping in your home. My men and I have made our camps about the island already, so don’t worry about us,”

You smile at his thoughtfulness and bow your head gratefully, “None of that now,” Odysseus hurries to lift your head, “at this point, we all stand on level ground. You’ve done more for me and my crew than I think you’re aware of,” growing flustered under his high praise, you look away with a bashful smile. Truly, it wasn’t hard for you to do the things you’ve done, you loved playing animal crossing and it’s a joy to experience it in real life, especially when you get to offer the help your favourite characters need at just the right time. It would feel wrong if you didn’t offer your help knowing you had the power to.   

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

The next morning, you spend your time making fishing poles for everyone so that they can fish for their own meals and help you speed up the cooking. They were all more than happy to help you, and eager to learn from you as well. Elpenor especially; he doesn’t seem to have any technique working in his favour. Perimedes, on the other hand, has already caught his dinner and handed it over to you, but, as a faithful friend, he had vowed to stand beside Elpenor until the hopeless fool finally catches a fish himself. Sometimes, the taller blonde was tempted to pull the fishing pole from Elpenor’s useless hands, impatient in his helpfulness, but wanted his friend to feel the achievement of catching the fish himself first. 

“Are you going to fish with us?” Eurylochus asks, turning away from the ocean to look at you curiously. Several other men were set up close by, also waiting for fish to take the bait. Nodding enthusiastically, you look forward with determination as the crew members look on curiously from where they’re stationed. Odysseus and Polites had already caught their fish, and you had helpfully stored away their catches for them. The two stand by, simply observing and eying your flowing dress curiously. You seem to have a habit of doing chores in the most unexpected attire. They suppose it’s because you are that exceptional — no item of clothing will hold you back from the things you want to do, even if they are long flowing, beautiful dresses. 

“If the Fair Maiden catches a fish before you,” Perimedes begins, playfully jabbing his friend’s side with a sharp elbow, “I would begin to question your masculine prowess, dear friend,”

“The Fair Maiden catching a fish before me doesn’t bring my masculinity into question, Perimedes,” Elpenor huffs with a slight redness in his cheeks, “It only attests to the Fair Maiden’s greatness,” 

“I suppose you’re right,” Perimedes shrugs, and they both watch you from their periphery, as is the habit of every crew member whenever they see you nearby. They just can’t help themselves; you draw their eye easily, and they are weak to beauties like you. Beauties with the kindest heart known to man. They yearn to bring you close but are well aware of their self-deficiencies — no man alive is worthy of someone as fair and wondrous as you. Not even the king himself. 

Not long after you’ve cast your fishing pole you get a tug and everyone watches with baited breath as you fight with the fish at the end of your line. Everyone silently cheers you on until their jaws slacken at the monstrous creature you pull out of the water and proudly present to them, carrying it as if it weighs no heavier than a leaf. 

A whale shark! This will earn you good money when you sell it to Tommy and Timmy. 

“Wh-what sort of ocean creature is that?” Polites asks in disbelief, adjusting his glasses as Odysseus laughs from beside him, clutching his stomach as tears of laughter fill his eyes. The kind had long since abandoned all need to find an explanation for your ‘odd’ behaviour, he’s learned to shrug it off and, instead, find joy in the astonished, jaw-dropped, eye-bulging expressions of his crew members. Never before has he laughed so much, and he has you to thank for it. Odysseus wasn't finished laughing, however, as another wave of surprise exclamations, shock and disbelief flooded his crew when you casually stored away the gigantic creature in your back pocket. 

(From a distance, Odysseus hears another familiar giggle overlapping with his own laughter.)

“H-HOW?!” Perimedes shouts with his hands clutching at his head in disbelief, his eyes wide as his brows have flown to his hairline. However, everyone knows that his question will never be answered as you flash him an innocent smile. You can’t speak; they just have to accept things as they come from you. 

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

Savouring the stable ground and the grand scenery of your island paradise, the crew members observe you zipping around the land as if you have all the energy to spare, hitting rocks over and over to draw out raw materials unlike they’ve ever seen anyone else do. It’s as if Mother Nature herself wanted to provide you with everything you need; she was at your beck and call, and it was astonishing to witness. You even manage to draw out solid gold chunks from ordinary rocks, making the crew’s eyes bulge before they furiously rub at them in disbelief. Of course, they don’t confront you about it; it would be extremely rude to do so. They also don’t want their Captain and commanders breathing down their necks about any disorderly behaviour towards you. It’s clear to everyone that you are someone they care very deeply about, and all three have grown especially protective of you, so not only are you the most ethereal being to exist, but you’re also the most protected and secure. 

It was a little scary now that they think about it…

Some of the men have come very close to openly protesting against you, however, especially when several have seen you burying sacks of gold after digging up a glowing area of land a fellow crew member had pointed you towards. Those who witnessed your strange behaviour were very vocal in encouraging you to dig the sack of money back up, but you were adamant about refusing, no matter their sound reasoning. All those men quickly shut up under their Captain’s sharp eyes, their second commander’s growling but firm command to stop, and their third commander’s scary, silent smile. Several days go by, and the crewmen realise that they hadn’t just seen you bury gold coins uselessly but they’ve actually witnessed you plant and grow a money tree. 

As you’ve done many times before, once the tree has grown to its full size, you go up to the trunk and violently shake it to make the three large sacks of money fall from its branches. Before anyone could utter a word, however, you’ve already collected the money and zipped away without a single penny left behind. You were like a greedy little chipmunk, who had looted all the nuts and hurriedly sprinted away without an ounce of remorse at the fact that you left nothing for the others. All the could do was watch with sagging shoulders and depressed expressions as you ran into the sunset, happy with your bountiful haul. 

Sadly, that money tree doesn’t sprout sacks of money again…  

(Distantly, you hear laughter that tickles your brain just right, but you don’t want to get your hopes up.)    

The crew also silently observe as you passionately shake trees every day for sticks and fruit as well as random items ranging from small, miscellaneous trinkets that don’t typically belong on trees to fully built furniture. They’ve all experienced small heart attacks every time, worried for your wellbeing when they see a large piece of furniture emerge from the branches and soundly drop. Thankfully, all items conveniently drop a safe distance away from you. But that’s because you’re the Fair Maiden. They don’t believe they have the same luck as you and it’s deterred a majority of them from shaking trees unless they know what would be dropping down, limiting them to shaking only the fruit trees in your orchard. 

There was a time when you had shaken a tree, and a bee hive fell, sending everyone into an immediate panic as the angry bees rose in anger. Without thinking, Elpenor jumps in the way just as you’ve raised your net, taking the horrible storm of bee stings for you. You fall to the ground with him, holding him close as your apology is clearly expressed in your features, your brows furrowed and tears in your eyes. You want to call him an idiot so badly, didn’t he see your net?! 

…What a loveable fool he was… 

You see that he wants to smile in assurance from where you hold him in your arms but the bee stings make it close to impossible. His lips and eyes are swollen, his cheeks too and his arm and neck! Goodness, everywhere you look there are bee stings! This is much worse than in the game! Frantic, you lay his head on your lap as Perimedes falls to the ground beside you and takes his best friend’s hand in his own. 

“How idiotic can you get Elpenor?!” Despite his words, you can tell the blonde is far from annoyed. Rather, he is more worried for his friend than anything else. 

“The fair maiden was in danger…” Elpenor answers simply, his voice strained but you both shake your heads at him, silently asking that he don’t overtax himself. 

Flicking through your storage, you bring out the bag of medicine you always prepare for emergencies. Usually, you would simply press the ‘take medicine’ option, however, now that this was real life, you were having to reach inside the bag. When you do, you bring out a simple balm, but the case is empty of any instructions or labels. Everyone watches closely as you take some of the balm onto your fingers and spread the ointment over their youngest crew member’s visible stings. All those who are watching, visibly awe at the immediate effects your medicine has on Elpenor. The balm barely stays on for a second to sink in before Elpenor’s injuries completely disappear, his skin no longer swollen, the concerning redness of his stings gone, and his boyish smile has returned. 

“What is this…?” Perimedes asks, eyeing the medicine in disbelief but it had also disappeared along with Elpenor’s injuries. “I can’t believe it…”

“Fair maiden,” Elpenor turns to you with a bright smile, ready to express his gratitude and astonishment but is cut off when you jump into his arms, hoping your tight hug will convey the amount of gratitude you had in your heart for him. He was so brave but what a fool! You hope he never jumps in front of danger like that again!

“It’s okay,” you feel Elpenor gently brush his hand along your back, “I wouldn’t mind taking all the bee stings for you. Especially knowing that you can cure me instantly,” his happy smile can be heard in his words as you bury your face into his broad shoulder. 

“You’re an idiot…” Perimedes laughs as you meet his fond gaze from over Elpenor’s shoulder. You give his much taller friend a look to convey your thoughts somehow and Perimedes nods, “The Fair Maiden doesn’t want you to do that again, so promise her right now or else you will incur her wrath!”

Elpenor laughs bashfully, “I-If that is what the fair maiden wishes,“ he reaches for your hands and kisses your knuckles to seal his promise. 

Those who stood by watching gaze at you in unfiltered amazement. Never before had they seen medicine heal at the rate and effectiveness you have just demonstrated. Every day, they realise just how otherworldly of a person you are. Are you even a person? Maybe they were closer to figuring out your true origins when comparing you to the Gods and Goddesses, after all. 

“None of you are allowed to speak of this to anyone outside of those here, got it?” Odysseus utters, appearing to materialise out of the crowd observing the scene. His sudden appearance startles everyone, but they silently agree with him the instant his words process in their minds. A dark look had overtaken their captain, and it wasn’t one they were fond of. Nobody asked questions, nobody harassed you, nobody stood out of place awkwardly. They know that acting out would only endanger you, making you a target of the gods, much like the way their captain had been targeted in the potential future they were forced to witness through song. There was a silent agreement among them that they weren’t letting anything like that happen again. Not if they could help it. And that means keeping quiet. 

Seeing the amount of things you were doing daily on the island, however, had the crewmen itching to be productive. You understand they want to prove themselves helpful so after you collect the crops, you hand them watering cans to water the crop fields for you, you even teach them to make ingredients such as flour and sugar from the permanent outdoor cooking area you’ve set up. You’ve also helped them use your workbench to create tables and chairs to set up around your cooking area so that food can be eaten more comfortably. Everyone has gotten into the habit of catching their own fish and rationing the fruit so that everyone gets a piece. After only a short time, a functioning routine had been built amongst you, all centred around the chores you would typically do each day about the island but now, you had more people helping you, meaning that you could concentrate on stocking up supplies, cooking good meals for them and creating fun memories of all the wonderful people on Odysseus’ crew. 

Everyone was just doing their part to contribute and make your task of taking care of them that much easier. This was your island, after all; it was the least they could do. If only you weren’t constantly stunning them with your strange antics. At least not any ordinary day goes by. 

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖ 

After a week or so spent on the island, you were on the right track to filling up your storage with the right amount of food and ingredients, and everyone had gotten into a good routine. Hermes, however, was just itching to make an introduction. The mischievous god had been observing you for a while. Ever since the rumours began amongst the crew, his curiosity had been piqued, and Athena’s subtle ways of dismissing the gossip only worked at making him all the more curious about you. The messenger god was glad he took the time to investigate you himself; never before had he laughed so much and been so entertained. Despite never having interacted with you, he’s grown a fondness for you already, he delights in your innocent but outrageous displays, leaving the 600 men in your wake with bulging eyes, slack jaws and racing minds that still come slow to comprehend what they were just witnesses to. 

He’s waited long enough, and quite patiently, he’d like to add. It was about time he finally revealed himself to you. And what better time to do so than while the sun sets and you had just said your farewells with the crew for the night, starting your way back home alone? He can’t miss this opportunity.  

“My my, what a beauty~” he coos, doing his best to suppress a giggle at the stunned look on your face when he suddenly floats down from his high perch. “I say, is your name really ‘Fair Maiden’?” seeing the recognition on your face, Hermes flings his luscious, brunette locks over his shoulder with a coy smile, “I see you’ve heard of me~ yes, it is I, Hermes, the God of merchants, thieves, travellers,” his eyes glow a pure white beneath the shadow of his hat, staring at you for one knowing, uncomfortable moment as a large grin occupies the unshadowed part of his face. “And these dashing good looks of mine, of course~” he ends on a cheeky note, winking deviously as you try to muster a smile despite the chill lingering in your spine from his earlier expression. Does he know?

“Of course, I know~” he looks at his nails with admiration, “I was one of the few gods who knew of you the instant you came here,” Hermes flies down, his feet up in the air as he lowers his face to level, leaving only an embarrassing inch of distance between you, “You’re quite the hot topic you know. Athena has her hands full, keeping talks of you to a minimum up in Olympus. I suppose you two have some sort of deal going on between you…” Hermes carefully inspects you as you avoid his eyes. How adorable you are~ So cute! 

It’s not like that…

“Oh? Explain it to me then, pet~” he coos with fondness, reaching up to play with your hair innocently as you try not to get too bashful. Not only was he an intimidating presence, but he had a very handsome face. You can see where Odysseus got his admirable features from. It was in Hermes’ handsome-framing hair, his golden, sun-kissed skin, his charming but disarming eyes, and his pretty lips meant for more than just pleasant words… “Don’t leave me waiting now~ Beauty and sweetness can only get you so far when it comes to wasting the time of a god~” he giggles, leaving his remark suspiciously suspended between humour and a serious threat. 

I- uh… 

“Just kidding!” he giggles into your temple, nuzzling your head affectionately and displaying something similar to cuteness-aggression, “I know you’re only captivated by my gorgeous face, so feel free to take all the time you need in answering me darling~” Hermes wraps his arms around your neck, using you as his anchor to the ground. He continues nuzzling his face into your temple as he kicks his legs in the air like a teenage girl reading her favourite ‘x reader’ fanfiction in bed. Hurriedly stepping away from his dizzying nearness, you take a moment to gather your thoughts, avoiding his teasing grin as you catch your breath. 

Athena and I only share a similar goal. We find that it’s best to work together to achieve it. There isn’t a single bargaining chip put down from either side. You explain in your head as the god nods along, seeming to hear your thoughts telepathically. You suppose all gods have a way of communicating with you. 

“I see~ That’s good! That’s very good actually,” he flies forward, his face inches from your own once again, eager to keep the close proximity as you slowly back yourself into a nearby tree. “That means you don’t have Athena’s blessing,”

N-no, I don’t…

“Fabulous!” Hermes throws his arms up, finally drawing back and striking a celebratory starfish pose whilst suspended mid-air. However, just as quickly as he celebrates, he just as quickly moves closer to you once again, his face so impossibly close that you’re falling into the glow of his eyes and feel the brush of his lips against your own as he speaks, “then I will be giving you my blessing, darling. A great honour, I know~” he suppresses a giggle and affectionately tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before placing his palm against the tree trunk beside your head, effectively pinning you in place, “No need to thank me, pet~ But we do need to seal the deal, somehow,” he talks at such lightening speed that you barely have the time to register his words before he’s capturing your lips in his own, his large hands softly holding your face in place and drawing out the kiss for as long as he wishes. You don’t know whether to push him away or deepen the kiss further. 

Wh-why—…?

“All great travellers are mine to take care of,” he explains in a firm whisper, pulling away as he licks his lips and coos at the stunned, flushed expression on your pretty face, “Call me whenever you need, darling! Take care now~” Hermes begins to float up and slowly disappears into the night sky, revealing from behind him another one of your storage sheds.

Hermes had left your brain in shambles and your heart in a dangerous race with itself. You don’t know how long you stayed slumped against the tree that mischievous god had just claimed your lips against but the sunset had long since passed. 

After calming your racing heart, you step up to the shed and curiously look inside. It looked like any other one of your storage sheds but the black void within was more ominous looking… was this Hermes’ doing? Or was it just because it was nighttime and dark outside? 

A sudden nudge in your back makes you fall into the black void with a yelp, and you fall for a moment before dropping forward onto a hard, cold, wooden floor. Looking around, you take in your surroundings and recognise the layout immediately. You’re on Odysseus’ ship, on the top deck, and in front of your open storage shed. This one was the first you had fallen out of and into this world, which you had kept on board, knowing that you just had to look for your home to access your full storage again. And you had plenty more storage sheds to spare, there was no need to do all that moving about. 

Did you just…? 

Rushing to the shed, you hold your breath and throw yourself forward before you have the chance to second-guess your actions. The same blackness consumes you as a rush makes your head spin but, this time, you fall onto soft grass — you’re back at that other storage shed now. Gasping silently, you admire the grass beneath your hands as your heart begins to race at the incredible gift Hermes had bestowed upon you. 

“What’s the latest, Sulky?” a cute voice enters your ears, making you shoot your head up and gasp at the sight of your villagers. They were not the anthropomorphic cute avatars from Animal Crossing that you were familiar with, but stood before you as normal animals— only, they’ve managed to retain their unusual colouring and patterns. 

“Marshal?...”

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a/n : phew~ I hope everyone had a fun read! I loved writing Hermes hehe~ and if anyone's curious, I imagine his design from Zieru's 'Dangerous' animatic on YouTube. Also the villagers will be appearing in the next chapter but I don't know whether to base it off my villagers or take some favourite villagers suggestions... either way we're definitely having Marshal as a villager!

For those of you who are curious about who my villagers are, here's the list for you: Fauna ; Shino ; Poppy ; Filbert ; Marshal ; Chrissy ; Fang ; Boots ; Gaston ; Mitzi

taglist : @bluepanda08 @doodle-with-rhy @sunshinedaisy21 @jolixtreesunn @ellaprime7 @marcelemry @nishayuro @celestialzdiviner (almost forgot the taglist phew~)

[vin-taege]

Could you do headcannons for both sfw and nsfw showering with Chishiya? :3

The Water's Just Right

Summary: Showering headcanons for our favorite snarky boy

Genre: fluff, smut, gn! reader

Note: Oh yeah, I'm back again! I've been gone for so long because of college, but I'm here again to revive the aib fandom >:3 also my first time writing headcannons. :DDD I think I got carried away sjjsjs

☄. *. ⋆ sfw

ok let's start with headcannons for the real world

as a doctor, he mainly takes quick showers

contrary to popular belief, i feel like he enjoys hot showers over cold ones. like he's already going to be stressed because of work, so might as well have at least one part of his day be a little relaxing

the only time you can take joint showers with him is during his off-days or if you stay up long enough to catch him coming home

he doesn't like it when you do the latter option because he firmly believes you should take care of yourself and sleep early

even though he runs on 3 hours of sleep maximum every day

he lets you wash his hair after initially (and weakly) refusing

you definitely use scented shampoo on him (strawberry because he thinks floral scents are too strong)

he prefers subtle scents because the hospital is already filled with strong odors.

he'll never admit he likes it when you wash his hair, especially when you massage his scalp

"did you purr a little?"

"I think you need your hearing checked."

loves it when you run your hands up and down his back

you mainly use showering as an excuse to dote on him

likes kissing your neck while you attempt to lather soap on him

random but he installed a non-slip mat on the floor because he doesn't want the two of you to get into any accidents

likes playing with your hair by gathering soap bubbles and dumping them on you

you don't point this out because you're scared he'll withdraw from letting himself be a kid for once

sometimes when it's been a rough day, he lets you hold him in the shower for a moment

just letting the warm water wash away his stress while he melts into your arms

he used to skip lotion until you started putting it on him

he got used to it after that and subconsciously started integrating it into his routine

honestly before you came along, had the worst skincare routine ever

"That's... that's not how you put on facial wash. You need to wash your face with it for at least a minute."

"I'm not a dermatologist, y/n."

"You don't need to be to know that???"

In the borderlands, it's basically the same but without the luxury of proper skin products.

always ALWAYS showers after games

he hates the ick from going outside and keeps himself sane by maintaining cleanliness

surprisingly, he's more forward with asking you to join him

in the real world, you're the one who always asks for permission, but now he always looks for your presence

especially since he knows you could be gone any day

"Do you want to join me?"

"Didn't the heater system break down?"

"I fixed ours. The water's just right."

☄. *. ⋆ nsfw

remember that non-slip mat?

oh yeah, that was definitely for this occasion

he doesn't like lifting you up because again, safety first

prefers standing positions where he can press you up against the wall.

LOVES LOVES LOVES FOGGING UP THE GLASS

he doesn't pull your hair because he knows it'll be prone to breakage

he's such a nerd about bodily care except for when it comes to himself.

holds your neck instead and uses it as leverage to pound into you

either that or he digs his fingers into your hips so he can grind his cock inside you.

makes it his goal to make you squirt at least once

OK THIS IS MY PERSONAL HEADCANNON

it may be because of the tight space, or the bathroom acoustics, or the added privacy

but this man is definitely louder in the shower

you love sucking him off because of this

deep moaning, swearing, whimpering when you're being a little shit and you overstimulate him

plays with your chest a lot because he likes how slippery the soap makes it

LISTEN

also installed a detachable showerhead ;)))

[cottonlemonade]

Payback

word count: 932 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: university AU!Kyoutani x chubby!Reader

genre: fluffy-ish spice, established relationship

warnings: mdni, very suggestive

request: fluffy spice, 2.16 a.m. with boyfriend Kyoutani

It was very late and Kyoutani jumped a little when he heard the soft taps of your elaborate knock routine on his door. To be fair there was little need for secrecy. Mostly because his friend in the adjacent room was still playing games, evident by the occasional cursing he could clearly hear through the wall.

Earlier today on impulse Kyoutani had suggested you should come over to stay with him after finishing up at the library so you wouldn‘t have to go the whole way back to your dorm on the other side of campus. It was all in the name of safety, obviously, and only slightly motivated by the thought of having your warm body next to him in bed.

The previously mentioned friend very intentionally eavesdropped on this conversation and he had not let Kyoutani go before a lot of hollering and an equal amount of suggestive comments. But when the permanently scowling ace, who had driven away any potential roommate with his less than sunny predisposition, didn‘t reply to any of it, his friend had loudly concluded that Kyoutani was probably not a very good lover anyway and so he shouldn‘t assume that anything spicy would happen.

Your boyfriend frowned when he smelled the familiar scent of your shampoo as he opened the door to let you in.

“I thought ya were gonna come straight over.“ He couldn‘t suppress the pout in his voice. If you would have told him he would have walked you back to your dorm.

You smiled and stood on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck when the door closed behind you.

“I know, I‘m sorry. But I had to get my Pyjamas, and a quick shower was too tempting and- are you mad?“

“Tch... no.“

“You sure?“

He was very glad that the darkness of his room masked the blush on his cheeks that usually appeared whenever you got affectionate with him - so, all the time.

His hands came to rest on your waist, giving your generous love handles a gentle squeeze when he finally returned your kisses. To be honest, he was fully intending to just have you tightly wrapped in his arms all night but the softness of your lips, the tantalizing smell of magnolia, and your body pressed against his all gave him a different idea. Still kissing you, he walked backward until he hit the bed. You pulled away and in the faint glow of the lanterns outside in the courtyard, he could see you smile and search his eyes in silent question.

He replied by sitting down at the foot of his bed, pulling you on top of him to straddle his lap. With fanned-out fingers, he held tight onto your pudgy thighs while you cupped his face to continue the kiss. With a quiet sigh, you brushed your tongue along his bottom lip and he readily opened his mouth for you. Once again you broke away but only to take off your shirt and toss it somewhere into a corner. His breathing stop for a moment.

You had to give him credit that he kept his eyes fixed on your face even with your breasts right in front of him, although his hands were a different matter entirely.

He leaned in to kiss you again, pulling you closer with every increasingly desperate noise. Sure enough, his breathing soon became shallower, his movements needier, grabbing you harder than before to get more friction between you. He ran his lips over your neck, letting one hand wander up your back to hold you in place while he dipped lower again, marking every bit of skin on your breasts he could reach.

You pushed him down onto the bed, careful not to lose contact while you made your way up to the headboard, shimmying out of your sweats. You were lying on your side now, enjoying the effect you had on your boyfriend. Your fingertips traced the veins in his arms and you sighed in contentment at the kisses he set on your shoulder and neck.

Considerably out of breath you decided to tease him and turned your back to him. Your delighted giggles told him it was safe to move in close and it wasn’t long before you felt him push against you. Smiling privately, you ground against him, pretending you were just shifting for comfort. But Kyoutani wasn’t having it. His large cold hands grabbed the inside of your thigh and lifted your leg to lay over his own, leaving you very exposed and very aware of what he was planning.

At first, his hand only ghosted over you, testing the waters to see if you would object. When you didn’t, he applied a bit more pressure, circling his thumb with alternating force against you. You didn’t even have time to get impatient. Kyoutani kissed and nibbled at your neck when he pushed your panties aside to pay you back for your teasing. He touched you for what felt like hours, slowing when he felt you were close and adding his second hand to play with your nipples to drive you insane.

No more cursing was coming from the room next door. When Kyoutani finally decided to let you cum, you put a hand over your mouth to muffle the sounds, not wanting to alert the entire floor to what was happening, but he, overcome by lust, defiance and what could only be classified as temporary insanity, pulled your hand away and murmured “Let him hear you.” while he smirked against your skin.

a/n: thank you to the anon who requested this prompt! No worries, you did it perfectly! ^^ I hope you enjoyed it 🌟

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[huellitaa]

౨ৎ ⋆｡• vogue beauty secrets 🐰 ๋࣭ ⭑

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ hair

don't wash your hair every day! i think everybody knows this but i know a couple people who still dont wash their hair only 2-3 times a week. obviously it depends on ur hair type but only wash your hair when it needs it!

don't wash your hair with scalding hot water either. its not only bad for your body and face but its also bad for your hair as it ruins the natural oils and damages cells etc

if you have frizzy or easily knotted hair i recommend keeping a comb on hand in the shower and using it to detangle before putting in any products

i've been emulsifying my shampoo for only a couple of weeks but my hair is sooo much fluffier afterwards so i definitely recommend that!!

now i'm torn on this one but apparently shampooing twice is better for your hair than doing it once? i tried it one time and it did not end well for my hair type but i know it works for a lot of people so if you wanna give it a try then go for it ♡

i squeeze excess water out of my hair before i put in my conditioner so i can completely get it in there without

also change your pillow case often! this is for your face too, as the oils will build up and thats not good for ur hair or face. i change it once a week but 2x a week is good too if you're able 💓

don't go to bed with wet hair. stop doing that. its super bad for your hair and keeping it pretty & fluffy & cute

airdrying is my holy grail, been doing it since i was little and dont regret a thing. its a billion times better than blow drying & makes ur hair so fluffy too ♡

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ body

DO NOT. HAVE. THE WATER. BOILING HOT. i am guilty of this and have been for years but it has such a bad impact and you shouldnt do it! cold showers are better but i prefer warm showers so theres a middle ground (& its always cold in england, so id freeze to death.)

using body lotion after the shower has been such a game changer for me its incredible. makes you smell nice, feel nice, look nice, and its so relaxing and i feel like a princess after i do it <3

exfoliating is really important if your aim is for soft skin 💓 i have been doing it for months and as somebody with super rough skin its SO soft now

partake in some form of exercise. i hated hated hated sports and exercise when i was younger but i did do dance up until i was eleven and have been doing pilates consistently for months now, and my mindset towards it has changed drastically over the years to finally a healthy one. it can be a difficult thing to get into but make it something you enjoy. it doesn't have to be sports. ill make a post on this soon but it can be pilates, kpop dances, running, hot girl walks, anything! and most importantly, do it for mental health and physical health, not losing weight.

make sure you're eating properly. remember that 1400 to 2400 calories of nutritious substance is the MINIMUM. this of course depends on many variables including, weight, height, BMR, what it is your eating, et cetera. your body is so important & is there to be nourished and not neglected !!! ♡ (💭🎀edit: updated info on calories and nutrition from a lovely anon i received a message from this morning! ♡)

change your bedsheets every week if you wanna smell good, this is so important bc sweat and odour will build up if u dont and thats icky and wont make u smell good & probably isnt the best for your skin either!

i also put two similar body washes on in the shower that i get SO many compliments on & its really helpful if one of your priorities is smelling good

dont just wash body wash straight off, let it sit for a few moments so the scent can actually sink into ur skin

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ face

skincare every morning & every night. if ur tired or just not feeling it today then simplify it, just make sure you never leave it out because its super important! no. skipping. no work = no reward.

on this note, try not to have a too complicated skincare routine, as this can backfire and make ur skin worse than before. your skin isnt meant for 18 different products and 200 chemicals every morning!

never wash your face with hot water... this is also a given but just in case... it strips your skin of its natural oils and does more harm than good

stop touching ur face... just for those who need a little reminder

make sure ur sleeping enough. seriously disney princess movies meant it when they talked ab beauty sleep; it seriously makes a difference, so please try make this a priority, especially if you already have dark circles like myself! (like girl did you see aurora's face? my girl's skin was so clear i could see my reflection)

pay attention to what makes ur face puffy or irritated or makes you get break outs. i keep a little break out log in my skincare page in my journal (little teaser for an upcoming post 🤭) and this has helped me go over what helps or hurts my skin! i recommend this especially if ur prone to acne or breakouts 💖

cold spoons in the morning to depuff your eyes; ive only been doing this a handful of times but im making it a habit seeing as it really helps! (as someone who can get vv puffy eyes 😭)

hydration is so important, for everything in this list, but most of all (from my experience) your face! i drink A Lot of water every day. probably a bit too much. but its so worth it, my skin has been absolutely amazing ever since i started actually making hydration a priority. (and this is coming from a girl who didnt touch a drop of water when she was younger & had to go hospital for dehydration several times.)

i'd recommend scrubbing ur lips too in the morning when you brush your teeth, i saw this on pinterest aaages ago bc i had super dry lips and i do it every morning & every night RELIGIOUSLY. its so so good and i definitely recommend

i have super dry lips in the morning so lip balm in the mornings w my skincare is absolutely essential for me

i also put perfume behind my ears & on my neck so its the first thing people smell when they hug me! im a very touchy person and i love hugs and i love showing love to people so this is essential for me but its optional, just makes you smell good ♡

[erwinsvow]

was watching the latest hunger games and i don’t know if you’ve seen it but there’s a scene with snow and lucy gray that is so reader and rafe core. like the scene where he kills the mayor’s daughter and lucy gray is in hysterics and he just grabs her, warns her to pull herself together and go back outside and pretend like he’s not just killed someone and i’m like this is so rafe and his casual dominance with reader. 😍😍

babe STOP you are SOOO onto something here.. + that scene in the movie had me FERAL!!!!! picturing season two after limbrey kills that guy (im so sorry i cannot recall any names.. was too busy staring at rafe's arms)

"oh my god!" you squeal, eyes wide like coins, tears filling up and almost spilling over in a matter of seconds. "oh my god, oh my god-"

rafe fucked up. he shouldn't have gotten you anywhere near this situation, it's his own fault. your insistence on not being too far from him and his own ego that found pleasure in that fact had won him over. rafe liked that you liked him, that you needed him around.

but right now he can tell what you're thinking—probably something along the lines of the fact that he was insane, that his dead body had appeared and he was going to take care of it because he wasn't reacting at all like you were, how any normal person would.

limbrey was staring at you, and a sudden fear ran through his mind that she might try and hurt you too.

"go inside-" he barks at the older lady, who doesn't move, gun in her hand. "go inside! m'gonna have to take care of this, leave-" she stalks off, while you watch with your big wet eyes, shoulders shaking, voice run dry from your screaming.

your reaction is normal, expected. he can't find it himself to even be remotely angry. he leaves the dead body where it is, hands finding your shoulders and dragging you away, like that might help you.

"hey, listen to me. listen to me." he says sternly, and you listen obediently, if not due to fear. "don't scream. don't worry. m'gonna take care of this-this mess, okay? we're gonna be fine."

"r-rafe, she k-killed someone. we, we have to call the police-"

"we're not calling anyone. m'gonna handle it. he was a bad guy, okay, no one's gonna miss him."

"a-and that makes it okay? rafe, you-"

"hey," he barks and you freeze up, listening. "listen, kid, have i ever gotten you hurt? haven't i kept you safe? hm?" he wants an answer, so you nod, still shell shocked. "s'gonna be fine. keep it together. i can't have you like this. we're gonna be fine."

"o-okay." you look down at your white shirt, observing tiny little dots of blood. "what, what do i-"

"go inside. throw this shirt in the fireplace. and then go upstairs to my room and take a shower. okay? i gotta take care of this first. then i'll come join you, got it? alright?"

"okay," you repeat, nodding, frozen. you look up at your boyfriend one last time, trusting him like you always do, even when a little part of you is screaming to run and take off in the other direction. "what're you gonna d-do, with him, uh-"

"i don't know, kid. i need to get you away from it first. just go upstairs, please-" your shoulders relax as soon as the sentence leaves his lips. your mind goes fuzzy, like it always does around rafe, but hearing that even in this insane, unfathomable situation, that his first priority is you, makes your head spin.

you lean in, pressing a kiss to rafe's lips, not pulling away until a minute has passed, your shaking hands tight on his arms.

like always, you follow the instructions he's given you, walking away and heading inside, shedding your clothes and burning them, cleaning yourself in the scalding water until you can smell nothing but the vanilla of your soap and the pine of rafe's shampoo. once out, you put on one of his shirts and some of his long white socks, everything feeling cold still.

you wait patiently on his bed, not able to focus on anything on your phone. when rafe walks in, you don't move, letting him come sit beside you.

"what did you-" you start, before being interrupted.

"don't ask, kid." rafe doesn't sound mad, rather protective. "if i tell you, you're in this shit now. can't have that."

you wrap your arms around his neck, crawling into rafe's lap and into a tight hug. his hands tense around your waist, and you close your eyes, inhaling the scent of his skin. he doesn't smell like blood, at the very least, so you think he hasn't done anything crazy yet.

or crazier, you correct yourself.

"the swamp. in the woods. there's gators, and foxes, and who knows what else." it comes out as a whisper, like you're scared that the walls might overhear. "if you bring him there, no one will find him. if no one finds him you can't get in trouble."

rafe pulls out of the hug to look at you, all shaky limbs and wet eyes. he presses a kiss to your forehead.

[hy6erion]

Can you write something about taking care of Omar Marmoush's curls? Like he isn't happy with it and his girl is buying everything to make him pop

𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐬 & 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞

𝐎𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✰⍣..𝐎𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭- 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡, 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

You sat cross-legged on the couch, scrolling through your phone while Omar paced back and forth in front of you, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. His dark curls were slightly frizzy, flattened in some areas, and puffed up in others. It wasn’t that they looked bad—he never looked bad—but you could tell he wasn’t happy with them.

“I swear, my hair just hates me,” he muttered, dropping onto the couch beside you. “Some days it looks alright, and then others… this.” He gestured vaguely at his head.

You tilted your head, reaching out to run your fingers through the strands. “It’s not that bad, baby.”

He huffed. “It’s bad. I look like a damn broccoli.”

You giggled, but when you saw the way he slumped back, rubbing his face tiredly, your amusement softened into something more affectionate. He’d been complaining about his hair for weeks now, always fussing with it before games, after showers, every time he passed a mirror.

“Okay,” you said, locking your phone and setting it aside. “Enough complaining. I’m fixing this.”

His brows pulled together. “Fixing?”

You stood up and stretched. “Yes. Clearly, whatever you’re doing isn’t working. So I’m stepping in.”

He gave you a skeptical look. “You know how to take care of curls?”

“No,” you admitted, “but I’ve been doing research.”

His lips twitched. “Research?”

“Yes, Omar,” you said, rolling your eyes. “I’ve been reading about curl types, porosity, hydration, protein-moisture balance—all of it.” You gestured toward the hallway. “And I may or may not have bought a few things.”

He groaned. “How much?”

You bit your lip. “…A reasonable amount.”

“Which means you went crazy.”

You grinned. “Just trust me, okay? I promise I’ll make your curls pop.”

He exhaled through his nose, shaking his head in mock exasperation. “Fine. Go ahead, hair doctor.”

You clapped your hands together. “Great! First, we’re washing your hair properly.”

He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “You say that like I don’t already wash it properly.”

“You don’t.” You patted his cheek. “Come on, to the bathroom.”

—

Ten minutes later, Omar sat on a stool in the bathroom, his hair soaked and his legs spread lazily apart. You stood behind him, rolling up your sleeves as you grabbed the sulfate-free shampoo you’d bought.

“Okay, head down,” you instructed.

He leaned over the sink, and you worked the shampoo into his scalp, using your fingertips to massage in slow, firm circles. He let out a deep sigh, muscles loosening under your touch.

“Damn,” he murmured. “That actually feels good.”

“See?” You smiled, continuing the massage. “Your scalp needs love too.”

Once you rinsed out the shampoo, you moved on to conditioner, coating his curls generously. You grabbed the wide-tooth comb and began detangling from the ends up.

“Ow.” He flinched.

“Don’t be dramatic,” you teased, raking your fingers through his hair after the comb. “You just need patience.”

He made a face but didn’t protest further, letting you work through the tangles. Once his curls were detangled and soaking in the conditioner, you let it sit while you explained your plan.

“So, I bought a curl cream, leave-in conditioner, and an oil to seal in moisture. Oh, and a microfiber towel because regular towels make your hair frizzy.”

He glanced up at you with a smirk. “You’re really taking this seriously.”

“Of course I am. I want my man to have healthy curls.”

He reached up, curling his wet fingers around your wrist and pulling you down slightly so your faces were closer. “You’re cute when you get all serious about me.”

Your cheeks warmed, but you kept your composure. “I’m always serious about you.”

He grinned. “I know.”

You rolled your eyes playfully before rinsing out the conditioner. Once his hair was damp but not dripping, you raked your fingers through his curls with the leave-in conditioner and curl cream, scrunching them gently. You noticed the way his curls were already forming better, the frizz reducing as the product absorbed.

Finally, you took the oil, rubbing it between your palms before applying it to the ends of his curls. Once everything was set, you handed him the microfiber towel.

“No rubbing,” you warned. “Just scrunch gently.”

He did as you said, then sat up, looking at his reflection in the mirror. He touched his curls experimentally, his fingers trailing through them before looking at you.

“Damn. This actually looks good.”

You smirked. “Told you. Just wait until it air-dries fully.”

He turned on the stool, gripping your waist and pulling you between his legs. “Thank you”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “Always.”

He kissed your stomach through your shirt before leaning back with a grin. “So, do I have to do all this every time now?”

You laughed. “Yes, unless you want me doing it for you forever.”

His hands slid down to your hips. “That doesn’t sound so bad.”

You shook your head, smiling. “Omar, you’re impossible.”

“But you love me.”

You kissed the top of his head. “I do.”

And as his curls dried into perfect, defined coils, he decided that maybe—just maybe—this whole hair care thing wasn’t so bad after all.

[elfven-blog]

Proven Right

Summary: Leon has been fascinated with his neighbour for 5 years now, and he finally comes back from Spain with a plan. RE4!Leon Kennedy x F!Reader CW: MDNI, 18+ only, Stalking, camera watching, compromising picture, mutual masturbation , p in v, creampie (if I have missed any please let me know)

Word count: 3K

It had started when he had moved out of the training dorms and finally into his own apartment. There had been a subtle scent of peaches float past his open door as he moved the meagre number of possessions he had into the small apartment. It had been 5 years since then, and yeah, he could have moved since then. Lord knows he could afford it, but that would also mean moving away from you.

The scent of peaches quickly became his favourite, after he’d managed to befriend you over the years and had access to your home he’d found some of the products you used. The peach scrub, peach body mist and some of the lip gloss you wore too…he had duplicates of all of them. He’d even brought the same shampoo and conditioner as you once but then you made a comment about how you preferred his previous smell, and he quickly went back to that.

It wasn’t just your scent that he had adopted, he learnt to cook some of your favourite food (loving the look on your face when he had ‘extra’ and the way you’d bake him brownies in response), he’d watched your favourite film over and over until he had it memorised and could make offhand comments when you watched it together, and he’d even read up on that game with zombies that you seemed so obsessed with. Had even helped you beat some of the harder fights…and God Leon has sworn to get better video games, the way you watched with awe as he fired the virtual gun and how you flung your arms around him and pulled him so tight that he could feel your breasts press up against him.

Maybe he had that banked in his memory store to use in the shower.

“Lee! Oh my god, are you okay?” He was pulled from his trailing mind at the sound of that sweet voice as he turned from his door to look at you. Dishevelled, door open most of the way, slippers on his feet and it looked like you had rushed to the door at the sound of his key in his own doors lock. But wait…was that his shirt? He thought he had lost it months ago; he must have left it at yours during one of your many movie nights. You could keep it, looked so much better on you. “I was so worried”.

About him? You’re so sweet. He smiles at you, nodding his head and moving away from his door to wrap his arms around you. This wasn’t an odd amount of affection for the both of you. Leon felt himself relax as your arms wrapped around him too, squeezing him tight. “Sorry darling, they really needed me at the other branch”.

He felt you pat his back, and he pulled away so you wouldn’t get uncomfortable with too long of a hug. You smile up at him as you both pull back, and he notices the bags under your eyes before you shrug at him “It’s okay, missed our weekly sleepover but you can make it up to me this weekend?” Leon had never nodded so fast.

He watched as you walked back into your apartment before opening his own and moving in through the door.

When Leon received your message that you had finished work, and he could come over he felt his heart race. He stared at himself in the mirror as he finished getting ready, making sure to use that cologne he’d noticed you seemed to enjoy. Always leaning closer when he wore it.

He had plan. Today, tonight. It would work.

Leon watched his phone on the counter as he made sure his cuts were covered and nothing would be too painful, the screen lit up with the inside of your apartment. And there you were, flitting around to make sure there were enough blankets and snacks, and you had even gone out and brought his favourite drink.

A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. Something that would be immensely helpful tonight, these cameras that he’d helped you install for security reasons. It felt like pure luck when you asked him for that help, learning what make and company the camera was meant it was much easier to hack into. And getting one of the IT specialists to do it was even easier with his clearance. ‘Just want to see if I should get a different one if this is too easy get into’.

He moved out of the bathroom, phone still in hand as he grabbed the snacks he’d gone and brought for the both of you. Once he’d made sure his door was locked, triple checking just in case, it was mere seconds before he was letting himself into your apartment. Something you both often did when expecting each other, no need to knock. “Hey! Brought snacks” his rough timbre sounded out and you replied with a short ‘Living room!’.

He took his boots off at the door, making his way to where you were, smiling at you as he put the snacks down before sitting close to you on the sofa. His arm resting on the back, and his legs spreading. Leon had worn those jeans you’d complimented, the ones that hugged his legs in a way that showed the muscle he’d spent years building. You could never keep your eyes off his thighs in these jeans, and then you’d spend the rest of the night with your hand between your own.

You didn’t question the position he put himself in, it feels almost natural to be this close to him, to have his warmth permeate into your side as you leant your head back against his arm. You pulled the thick blanket over both of you, Leons brows furrowing as it covered the sight of his legs, so he pushed it off him and pulled it to cover more of you. When you turned your head to look at him he shrugged and mumbled an excuse of not being cold right now. You accepted the reason with a nod before asking what movie he wanted to watch.

The blonde pretended to think for a moment before taking the remote and putting a movie on, “This one’s meant to be good…haven’t seen it yet” He knew you hadn’t either, and there was no indication of the special part in this movie, one he knew would get you biting your lip and squeezing your thighs together.

And it’s bit further into the movie where he’s proven right, you’ve been stealing glances at him all night. Your eyes lingering on his legs and the arm around the back of the sofa, which has, for unknown reasons, managed to slip down to round your waist. His fingers drawing circles across the soft skin of your waist. Distractingly. But you manage to keep your eyes on the screen, not wanting to ruin whatever friendship you’d built with the man and worried that he would never feel the same.

You had understood why he picked this movie, a great distraction from the ‘government job’ he’d told you he had. Never telling you specifics but it had him away for days at a time so it must be tiresome. But you hadn’t expected a full 10 minutes of sex to play part way during it, and by the way he sighed, and a pink dusted his cheeks neither had Leon. It was a good movie; you could power through a few minutes…okay 5 that’s a good length…10? Why’s it still going.

Eyes glued to the screen as your breath shallowed, and thighs pressed together you tried to pretend it wasn’t affecting you. That you weren’t imagining your hot blonde neighbour being the one to bend you over that desk like the protagonist currently was to the partner he had. That you weren’t thinking of him drawing those slow circles somewhere else.

Leons hasn’t been paying attention to the movie since the scene began, to focused on the way your tongue darts out to wet your lips, or how your hand twitches against the blanket. His hand moves a little lower, pulling you closer to him and you don’t even realise. Just sink into his side. Your eyes almost have no colour, his hand plays with the band of your shorts. He moves himself slowly, legs pressed against yours and your head turns lightly.

A small gasp you hope he didn’t hear as you snap your head back to the screen. Pretending you didn’t see the bulge in his jeans, that it didn’t cause your pussy to flicker and fill with slick. This time it’s your turn to move, and hope Leon doesn’t notice. Your hand settles on his thigh, close but not where he wants it. Of course, he’s noticed, in fact he slides down in the seat. Your hand resting over his cock from where it strains in the fabric, and you feel like you can’t breathe.

His hips rolled up into your hand with a low groan, and you palmed at him wanting to hear more. Were you really doing this? Letting your neighbour use your hand to get off? Yes, God yes. It was then that you noticed his own hand had slipped below your shorts and suddenly you felt embarrassed.

“No underwear, sweet girl?” The tips of your ears turned red as one of his fingers slipped between your wet lips, gathering slick before swirling at your clit. “How brave, maybe you were hoping this would happen?” Just like him, except he didn’t hope, he knew. Just like he planned.

He drew a moan out of you as your thighs spread to give him more access, your own hand shakily moving to undo his jeans so you could pull him out. His head fell back at the contact of your cool hand on his hot skin, it felt so much better than he ever could imagine. His hand dipped further down to tease at your hole as it clenched around nothing, smiling at the sweet noises you gave him. They sounded so much better in person then on the shitty mic quality of the camera. Gifting you his owns whines as your hand squeezed the base of his cock before moving up at a slow teasing pace.

Neither of you paying attention to the movie playing, your head falling back onto his shoulder, and he took this opportunity to lean forward and lick his tongue into your mouth. Your eyes closed and you happily let him, mouth opening to reciprocate the messy kisses he was giving you. Leon kissed you like a man starved, until there was spit dribbling down your chin and you were squirming against his hand. Grinding your hips down as your thighs clenched around his wrist, you whined into his mouth and pushed up against him, needing more.

Leon pulled away and you pouted, chasing his mouth before his hand stopped you. His thumb swiping the saliva on your bottom lip before pushing past into your mouth. You suck his thumb, tongue swirling around it in the same way he circles your clit. Your hips buck into his hand, eyes pleading at him. He presses a sweet kiss to your forehead, moving to press his ringers against the sweet spot in your cunt. “C’mon sweet girl, wont you come for me?”

And that’s all it takes for your back to arch, your legs to clench around his wrist as the building pleasure snaps and you gush against his hand. You feel it drip down your thighs and a wet spot grows on the sofa below you. Leon pulls his hand out, moving to lay you down “Is it okay if I?” You nod at him desperately, hands pulling at his shirt. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl, honey” He removes his jeans and under wear completely before pulling down your shorts.

Your mouth drops open at the sight of his cock slapping at his stomach, you had felt how big he was but you hadn’t seen it. “I don’t think you’ll fit, too big, Leon” He shakes his head, moving to kneel on the sofa, his hands hooking around your knees and pushing them up to your shoulders. Your hands clench at the blanket somewhat forgotten.

“It will fit, I’ll make it fit” He gave himself a few strokes before moving the tip between your dripping folds, bumping the clit, and making both of you moan “God baby, so hot” he groaned out as he pushed into you slowly, making you take him inch by inch. You whined as he stretched you out, hands moving to grip his arms. Leon’s movement stutters slightly at the feel of your nails digging into him, but he bottoms out and gives you a moment to adjust. “Told you, I’d make it fit. Feels good don’t it, pretty?”

Your eyes are closed, and you nod, “Yes! Feels so good, Lee” you tug his arms, hips rolling up and he gets the message. His own hips rut into you, he’s setting a face pace immediately and while he did want to take his time with you, he couldn’t wait. You both needed this, needed him buried deep inside you as he bullied his cock into you at a brutal pace. The blonde presses his body weight onto you, forcing your knees past your ears and his hips don’t stop.

One of his hands move your body, gently touching your breasts before stopping at your neck where it makes the prettiest necklace. He applies a slight pressure, enough to have you arching up and gasping as your eyes open to look up at him. And your legs shake at the sight of this man above you. He looks nothing short of an angel. Your cunt clenches around his cock as his hips snap into your thighs and the head bumps your cervix.

His other hand leaves a bruise of the fat of your thigh from the grip, he leans down to press another searing kiss to your mouth, and he keeps his pace up. The sound of his skin hitting yours fills the apartment, and you almost feel sorry for your other neighbours if it wasn’t for the pleasure clouding your mind. His tongue licks into your mouth, wet and heavy as you try to keep up with his pace but your legs shake and he grins into the kiss before he’s pulling away “What’s wrong honey? Gonna cum again already? Don’t be shy, sweetheart”.

Leons mouth travels from yours to your neck, leaving marks into your skin that match the one on your thigh, until he’s level with your tits. His eyes remain on you as your head falls back. The sensation of his tongue swirling at your nipple and the drag of his cock against your walls has your mind spinning. Words fall on your tongue, turning into whimpers as he suckles at your breasts. He gently nips before moving on the other one “Looked a lil lonely, better make it even” and he does. Your nothing but a shaky mess below him while he decorates your skin in reds. He has you pinned down as your hips buck up.

Then the hand from your thigh moves between your bodies, down to where he’s been grinding into you. His thumb finding your sensitive clit again, the feeling as you squeeze down onto him again and he moans around your breast. Leon starts to rut into you slower, causing you to be frustrated but he only looks up at you from where he mouths at your nipple with a raised eyebrow. He does one hard and fast thrust and your head is thrown back. He keeps this rhythm up, slow thrusts with one fast for a while until your squirming.

“leon, please, faster, need” He lets go of your tit with a pop, moving so he’s kneeling up right. His hand squeezes your neck once before both are placed on the back of your thighs. Suddenly you get the feeling you should have let him continue his pace. But your eyes are rolling back as you try to find something to grip, his hips piston into you ruthless pace. Skin slapping against skin. Your mind is blank, and Leon adores the looks on your face as he fucks you merciless.

He feels your legs tremble below his fingers, and he pushes you further back so he can watch as your pussy sucks him in, trying to keep his cock buried deep inside you. Spit drools down your chin, your eyes unfocused on anything as you stare at the ceiling, unable to think of anything but the way Leon fucks you. With a loud moan, you reach that peak again. Legs kicking as well as they can in this position “Oh fuck!” falls from Leons mouth as he continues grinding into you, his body falling onto yours as he follows quickly. His hot load filling you with thick ropes.

You both lay there for a moment before you feel Leon move, he sits back up on his haunches, phone in hand. And you whine “Just want some pictures of my pretty girl, they’re all for me don’t you worry” the idea almost has you wanting to go again, instead you look at him and move your hands to help hold your legs up. Leon’s eyes darken as he begins taking pictures. Some of him still plugging you up, but most of the way his seed spills out of you and a video (that you don’t realise he’s taken) of him pushing it back in.

When he’s done and the phones back on the floor, he leans down to press sweet kisses to your mouth, his hand soothing over your thighs and gently massaging your breasts. “Want me to help you to the bathroom, sweet girl?” The nod you gives him is slow, your head still syrupy as he picks you up bridal style, carefully carrying you to the bathroom.

[eclipseberrycake]

Funhouse (Looey x Reader)

AN: Hey guys guess who's a new Sprout main? Me. A Rodger kept taking tapes right in front of me, literally calling me over only to take them the second i was close enough. His friend was playing as Bobette. You took something I loved Rodger main, I'm taking something you love. Since I can't draw her pregnant, she's the new villain until someone else pisses me off. Not yet though. I will bide my time.

Anyway.

☁ Looey. Looey. He's such a guy. A goofy lil' goober.

☁ If you don't think he's with another circus based toon, you're crazy. He's a little too...crazy for lack of a better term. Looey I think really needs someone to match his energy, so another circus toon would be perfect!

☁ Stay with me- A Healer! Toon, who's special ability is kind of like a tightrope. It attaches them to the nearest wall and let's them cross an area without being spotted for like 5 seconds.

☁ I think it's neat especially with Looey.

☁ He's a distractor, evidently, and if you haven't picked it up I love the Distractor X Healer Trope.

☁ Imagine he's running and for some reason nearly gets snapped by Twisted Scraps only for a thing of cotton candy to fall in front of him? I've only ever seen Goobs and Scraps really catch Looey mains tbh.

☁ ANYWAY

☁ They probably use circus foods instead of cupcakes or cookies. And you KNOW Looey loves his circus foods. My personal hc is that he wasn't always part of Gardenview and was part of a circus at some point, so he gets a little homesick :(

☁ Maybe you two both came from the circus in fact and found refuge in Gardenview and joined their cause! That would be cute! Just two sweethearts looking for a safe haven for themselves.

☁ Speaking of which! Looey is so sweet! And cheeky too!

☁ He's constantly giving you little flowers with a cheeky little grin, pecking your cheek and running off before you could even reciprocate, or tapping one shoulder is to make you look only to round around the other side.

☁ He also loves rubbing against you to make your fur/hair all puffy from the static electricity.

☁ He also has so many cool little skills. Like, he can juggle on a unicycle kind of things. He can make balloon animals and is scary good at those scammy carnival games. If you ever get the chance to go to a carnival with Looey, you should know he's pinpointing the largest teddy bear there and you're walking out with it.

☁ On runs, since he's distracting, he doesn't stress too much about you. He trusts you can handle yourself! He only struggles when he knows he's teetering the edge of becoming a twisted and you come to heal him. Your ability makes it easier on him though!

☁ He's always eternally grateful when he hears to deployment of your line, and sees the treat, but never sees you! Not that he doesn't love you and seeing you! But not seeing you while he's distracting is truly best.

☁ He takes the healing well honestly. He's sits with a cheeky, "Alright alright." Gazing at you lovingly the entire time, even if you're scolding him.

☁ The kind of dude to play pranks on his lover for sure. But not mean, tiktok incel pranks, but the confuse don't abuse pranks. :) Like that one husband with his blind husband! He's adding shampoo while you're in the shower and trying to wash it out. He's adding more fries to your plate every time you look away so you think it's an endless plate. He's such a menace.

☁ And he's quick too! So you can't even get him back! Like that one video where the girlfriends dumps cold water on her bf in the shower and he grabs her before she can escape and pulls her in? That's y'all.

☁ You guys probably have a whole lotta activities you do together. Small little hobbies he sees somewhere and wants to try at least once.

☁ Baking turned into some sort of adventure! You've seen Sprout and Cosmo do it with their sweethearts and they always end the time laughing, covered in flour and icing and feeding each other desserts.

☁ Funnel cakes was the treat he was craving when he walked up to you one lazy afternoon. There were no runs going on, supplies were stocked and everyone was taking the well needed break to catch up on some housekeeping, little chores they had been putting off or even just simply napping. It was a day of rest and relaxation!

☁ But Looey wouldn't let that slide. He's had a craving for the sweet treat for so long and now, he has the time to drag you to help him make it! The normal bakers were scattered, out of the kitchen, one of them napping with one of their partners while the other was folding laundry with the other next to them. So that meant it was open!

☁ You yourself were on a device, scrolling through some app that started with a T, reading silently while curled in a blanket. You looked so content there, he almost hesitated to ruin it.

☁ That did not stop him from running full speed only to jump onto you, nuzzling into your neck as you squealed at the intrusion. "Gumdrop!" He cheered while your squeals turned into laughter, pecking soft pecks to your cheeks and lips. "Let's do something!"

☁ "I was doing something." You giggled, brushing back his ears before they popped right back up. He shook his head to make them wave back and forth and tap against your hands, making you laugh again as you moved to hold his head. "But I guess I can share my attention."

☁ "Great!" His tail gave a wag. "I was hoping you and I could go on another baking adventure. I'm thinking funnel cakes!" He cheered, making you roll your eyes fondly.

☁ "Is that what you want now?" You tease, closing your device and setting it to the side.

☁ "At this very second? No. I want a kiss." He beams, making you laugh once more. You give him a sweet little peck, hearing his tail wave side to side rapidly.

☁ Once he was satisfied, he stood with a sweet bow, extending a hand to you. Once you took it, he helped you up before hooking your elbows together, rehashing the time he spent earlier while you had some alone time back to you.

☁ You listened with an attentive ear, smiling the entire time. By the time you made it to the kitchen, he was going on about the game of Crib he and Finn had been playing earlier, and how he had won- even if you knew he had been using the tricks he used in the circus to flub the cards.

☁ You pointed out as much, moving around the kitchen a little clumsily. You found what you needed well enough however, setting it out along with the utensils needed. Looey knew himself well enough to know where his limits lie, so he put a pot of oil on the stove, turning the burner on before stepping back, watching you whip up a quick batter.

☁ "You look glorious, you know that?" He teased, watching your cheeks flush as you tried hiding your smile. He loved seeing that look on your face, especially knowing it was because of him.

☁ There was something about you that just had him acting like a whole new toon! It was kind of uncanny really. He wouldn't admit, except to maybe you, but at the beginning of his time with the circus, he feared he was too different. Too much. And he hated being alone.

☁ Then you showed up and life hasn't been the same. He will forever be eternally grateful to have you in his life and fully plans to cherish you for as long as you will allow him too.

☁ It was why he insisted on having moments like these so often. He never wanted to say he wished he could've done it with you and would've rather had the memories to look back on. Especially with the twisteds. He had only been a twisted once, and could only remember running and running and running hoping to find you or any trace of you.

☁ Waking up, back to himself, and seeing you was one of the best-worst moments of his life.

☁ He knew seeing him like that must've been scary for you and tried desperately to erase that memory with only good ones.

☁ And if sifting powdered sugar onto freshly fried dough and drizzling it with your favorite sweet sauce helped erase some of those bad memories too?

☁ Well, he found he didn't mind a single bit, laughing at the powder dusting you nose as you fed him the first bite of the first treat, laughing when he got sauce all over his face.

[livingdeadmlm]

Slight Age Gap with Daisuke 7/31

Pronouns: The reader refers to themself as a man once, and the Daisuke treats the reader as male mentally. 

Physical Sex: not described

How far are things going? He is jerking off, and it implies he asks for a sexual favor after the fic ends

Warnings: MDNI, mentions of shitty porn tropes, Daisuke pictures while jerking off, slight age gap dramatize for the kink of the day. Reader is meant to be 24-26 and daisuke is meant to be 20-22 (yeah not that big comapred to the people doing 40+ dating 20 on this hellsite but whateva)

Outline: Daisuke has been lacking free time, especially with his slightly older coworker, so he takes whatever chance he gets for some relief

What inspired me to write how I did: Nothing!

Other: there is very little content fanfic wise for the fandom, so as I do, I join a month late with something half as good as what has been already posted, lol. But if you like this and want more my requests are always open!!!

You shouldn't fuck your coworkers; it's very frowned upon. Not only can it cause unnecessary work drama, it can negatively affect productivity. The two people could start fighting, or production slows down in favor of sneaking off. It was so looked down upon that Pony Express had a whole section in their training videos discouraging it. Even though Daisuke was an intern, he had to watch every video, granted very loosely. But what he did remember was the videos said nothing about jerking off to your coworkers. 

With the others walking in and out semi-frequently when they needed your assistance to fix something, it was hard to catch some alone time, especially with you.

As Daisuke lay comfortably on his bed, the soft glow from his small handheld game illuminated his face, twisted in focus. The rhythmic clicks and cheerful beeps signaled each successful move he made. As you entered the room, the air was filled with the faint scent of soap and shampoo, letting him know you had just finished a shower without looking. 

With droplets of water still clinging to your hair, you stepped over to your side of the room, your skin slightly dewy. As you kicked off your slippers and searched through your bags, you looked much more relaxed as Daisuke glanced over.

A cartoony sound of a crash echoed from the console as the intern was momentarily distracted and couldn't help but gaze at your bent-over figure. The colorful screen on the console flickered as the game over scene flashed. The intern's eyes widened as he tried to groan to cover up the fact that he lost because he was staring at your ass.

"Do you still want to borrow a blanket, Daisuke? I have an extra. These wool blankets make your skin feel awful in the long run." your voice gently broke the silence as you turned with the black blanket folded in your hands. Subconsciously, Daisuke rubbed his hands against the itchy wool before nodding. 

You smiled, walking over to his bed and letting the blanket unfold in your hands. "Here, I'll tuck you in!" yanking off the hospital-esque wool blanket and replacing it with the plush black one you had packed. The blanket covered Daisuke completely as your hands tucked him in snugly. He couldn't help but laugh as you made a big show, tucking him in so tight. Your hands slipped under his body to make sure he was fully tucked in. Having your hands touch him so much made him a bit shy.

Laughter filled the air as you shared a sweet moment, your fingers gently resting on Daisuke's chest after giving it a firm pat. Unbeknownst to you, his heart raced wildly at the unexpected warmth of your touch. Your giggles quickly stopped as the door swung open, revealing curly. 

"(Name), the light in my washroom went out. Would you be able to come and change the bulb? Jimmy keeps trying, but it's not turning on." Curlies's face was sheepish at the request, especially since it was so close to bedtime. 

"Of course, caption," You did a small salute; Daisuke internally cursed at Curly for interrupting one of the few moments of touch you two have had. "Just had to tuck in the intern; can't have him sneaking off and causing trouble!" your hand grazed his hair as you stepped away from the bed, following a chuckling Curly out of the room. As you stepped out of the room, he caught your words. 'No, I'm kidding, he's a very good boy.'

Daisuke cast his gaze downward, taking in your words as he stared at his body swathed in the soft, tightly wrapped blanket. A familiar scent wafted through the air, enveloping him in a comforting embrace. It was a delightful combination of your body wash intertwined with the freshness of what he presumed was your laundry soap, a subtle, clean aroma. Beneath it all, he caught the unmistakable, soothing essence of you—something uniquely personal that lingered in the fabric.

As he began to unwind himself from the cocoon of warmth, he carefully shifted his position, rolling onto his side with his back turned towards the door. The smooth texture of the blanket brushed against his skin, and he instinctively pressed his face into it, inhaling deeply. Each breath brought him closer to that unreachable sense of comfort and safety as he reveled in the intimate sensations of the fabric against his cheek. Daisukes hand traveled down. He wore a loose pair of sleep shorts, making slipping his hands into his boxers easy.

He always had the vague idea he was gay or desired men in some way, especially during and after high school. Even now, 3 years later, he didn't think about it. Didn't think about it as his hand took firm hold of his dick. Didn't think about it as he held the blanket closer to his nose. He didn't think about it as all he could imagine was you. He didn’t think about it, as your words echoed in Daisuke's mind. Imagining you on top of him, pulling off his clothes, and while you wouldn't be his first kiss, you would be his first brush with non-awkward sexual contact. Daisuke covered his mouth as a whine ripped through his throat at the quick pace he set for himself. The fleece blanket you had brought from home filled his senses with your smell.

He didn't have much time or could make much noise, as the door was still cracked open. He could hear the muffled talking and ignored it instead of focusing on crossing the finish line. Thinking of your bent-over figure and the times you'd press against him trying to squeeze by in electrical. Your head would be close to his when you'd help him with a level.

A light, muffled, wet noise started as his cock began to drool. His lack of experience led him to imagine whatever scenarios he had seen in shitty pornos. Being a couple of years younger, he couldn't help but think of ones with more of a… power dynamic.

You in a button-up shirt with the first three undone tight slacks on pressing him against a blackboard in an empty lecture hall, his own tiny, poor quality plaid skirt, that he didn't have time to make sense of if he was supposed to be a college student, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Bending him over a desk, pushing up his black a-line skirt, and tearing his black nylon stockings as his thin-framed glasses mushed against the desk. As papers were scattered all over the floor around the desk. With a huff, Daisuke changed his laying position to lay on his back. His hand didn’t falter, but he was so close he could feel the slight tingle in his stomach start.

Handcuffed as you slide a baton up his orange jumpsuit-covered thigh, calling him a naughty boy. He couldn't help the slight whine that slipped as his legs shook with each pass of his hand. Now, picturing you taking advantage of his often spread-out position on the oversized couch in the main lobby. Your uniform is in its usual half-undone state as you slot yourself between his legs, ‘you’ve been such a good boy, Daisuke; how about a reward, huh? What do you want me to do?’ Deep eyes gazed into his own as his breath stuck in his throat. Your hands caressing his thighs, your head resting against his boner made very clear from his jeans.

Reaching the edge, eyes squinting and half-dyed blond hair splayed across the pillow, he finally spilled over his hand. The hot liquid coated the back of his palm as he huffed, the reality of his desperation not hitting him yet. He panted as he heard your thumping footsteps making their way back to the room. Grabbing a tissue from the bedside table, each employee was provided with a tissue. Daisuke cleaned off his hand and shoved the tissue under his pillow.

“Well, it's time to turn in, don’t you think? “ Daisuke quickly uncovered his face from the blanket. “Hey- are you okay? You’re all red!” You rushed over, placing a hand against his forehead, which, as you thought, was burning up.

“No! I’m okay. I just passed out for a second and had a, um, nightmare.” You sighed in relief, your hand remaining on Daisuke's forehead.

“It’s your first time on the Tulpar, and I get it. I would always have nightmares my first year as well.” You coughed awkwardly, taking your hand off his forehead.

“Sorry if it feels like I ever baby you, Daisuke; you coming on at the very last minute, and having never done this before, I feel a bit protective over your first experience here.” Your voice was somber, and while work was work, it made you sad to witness someone just a couple of years your junior facing the possibility of being tethered to this job for a long time as you have been

Daisukes throat was dry. The major shift in mood was hard to grasp as he squeaked out a thank you. You smiled softly. “I have to remember you are just three years younger and are just as much of a man as I am, and if you need my help, you know you can ask!” Daisuke squirmed at how he twisted your words for his dirty mind.

“I could teach you some handyman work when Swansea gets off your back a bit. I've been doing it for years, and sharing my craft would be fun to hang out!” You mumbled about being grateful for someone your age here, as everyone else was almost 10+ years older. Daisuke said a resounding yes to your offer. With a big grin, you stood up and shut the door, and the light in the room was flicked off as you wished Daisuke a good night.

“I think there is something I need help with (Name).”

[twisted-tales-told]

hiiiii “I need a place to stay.” pls xx

I WAS SO EXCITED WHEN I GOT THIS

This ask game

It's two o'clock in the morning when Sirius wakes to a pounding on his front door.

Remus groans in bed beside him, throwing a pillow over his head--which becomes a unanimous vote against Sirius that it is in fact him that will be getting the door.

The night has been dramatic enough as it is, a storm throwing out the power for most of the evening and the clashing of thunder and lighting overhead being frequent enough that Albernathy the third--James' cat--has been hiding under the bed.

"Alright, alright I'm coming!" Sirius shouts when another round of banging begins.

He swings open the door, ready to give an earful to whoever it is--most likely James, forgetting his key for the 20th time, but all the words get stuck in his throat at the sight of his little brother standing there, dripping onto their welcome mat.

"I need a place to stay," Regulus blurts out before Sirius can even begin to think of words.

Sirius drags his eyes from Regulus' slightly frantic expression, his curly hair dripping onto his jacket--which is way too posh for two am--and finally to the backpack he's carrying swung over one shoulder.

"Pads," comes a drowsey voice behind him, "who's at the--Reggie?"

Sirius glances over his shoulder to see James in the hall behind him, glasses on, no shirt, and wearing his spider-man pyjama pants.

"Can I get a towel?" Regulus asks, far too polite for someone shaking like a leaf.

"Yes," Sirius stutters out, somehow far too loud. "I--yes. Prongs?"

"Going."

Sirius steps out of the way, letting Regulus into the apaetment. They regard each other silently for a second.

"May I...take your coat?" Sirius asks, cringing inwardly at the causalness.

But Regulus huffs a laugh, "only if you have one I can borrow."

"I do." Sirius tries, meeting Regulus' eye. "Have one you can borrow."

Regulus' expression is too open for Sirius' taste. He barely knows the boy--man now, standing in front of them.

"Regulus--" he starts, but he's interrupted by James returning with some clothes and a towel.

"I think these should fit," James shoves them into Regulus' arms, "bathroom is at the end of the hall. Feel free to use any of the products there. Sirius' fancy shampoos especially."

"Thank you," Regulus quietly toes off his shoes and pads down to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. A moment later Sirius hears the shower turn on.

"This is not how I saw my night going," Sirius pinches the bridge of his nose.

"What do you think happened?" James asks, fiddling with one of the drawstrings to his pants, "I mean--do you think your parents..."

"I have no idea," Sirius sighs, running a hand through his hair. "He's staying, either way."

"Of course," James says seriously. "He's always been welcome here."

"It's been three years," Sirius bites his lip. "A lot can change in three years."

James looks down the hall, and for once in his life, Sirius has no idea how to read his expression. But then James turns back to him, hand gripping Sirius' shoulder tight. "And some things don't ever change."

Part II

[outsideratheart]

Mornings With You (Leah Williamson x reader)

A/N: This is short but I was in a lovey dovey mood.

It had been late by the time you arrived home. Your flight from Barcelona had been delayed meaning that Leah was long asleep by the time you walked through the door. 

Harry Potter was playing on the TV. It told you that Leah went ahead with your planned Wizarding World marathon without you. She was curled up on the sofa, blanket tucked up to her chin with light snores escaping her mouth. 

“Hello sunflower” your thumb brushed across her cheek bone. 

“I tried to stay awake” Leah didn’t open her eyes but she did turn her head to move into your touch. 

“I know baby. How about we go to bed?” 

The blonde nods her head with little to no energy as she was still half asleep. Leah may have agreed with you but she made no effort to move. You didn’t mind though, you scooped her up and carried her bridal style into your bedroom. 

Within seconds you were changed and laying in bed with your girlfriend in your arms. These are the moments you missed when you slept alone at night in Barcelona. The scent of Leah’s strawberry shampoo lulled you into a sweet slumber. 

The next morning you turn onto your side hoping to wrap your arms around Leah’s waist only her side of the bed is empty but not cold. Mornings were suppose to be spent in bed, awake or asleep, especially so when you find out that is isn’t even 9am. 

You close your eyes and listen, maybe she’s in the shower and you can join her but you don’t hear running water. Instead you hear the soft sound of Fleetwood Mac and mumbles of frustration coming from downstairs.

The music allowed you to enter the kitchen undetected and watch Leah and she tried to work one of your coffee makers. As you inhale you pick up the scent of something sweet but also burning. It doesn’t take long to come to the conclusion that Leah’s original plan was to make you breakfast. 

Her hips sway to the beat as she takes a sip of her tea, nearly dropping the mug as she spins and sees you. 

“Good Morning” you tell the blonde who reaches over the kitchen island and kisses you softly on the lips. 

“I don’t know how you drink this, it’s disgusting” Leah takes a sip of your coffee and pulls a face. 

“You’re really selling it” you take a sip and much to your surprise it isn’t that bad. Leah wasn’t the best cooks and the lack of skills did affect her coffee making ability especially when she used your machine. 

“About breakfast…” Leah didn’t want to admit her failure. 

“We’ll go out for lunch later, don’t worry about it” you reassure her. 

The two of you talk about what you had been up to since the last time you saw each other. You tell her about the games in Mexico, the ones she asked you not to play in because she wanted you to to rest after the World Cup. Leah fills you in on how her rehab is going and the smile on her face when she tells you that she has a date for grass work melts your heart.

She was happy and for the first time in months you saw the light that died the day she tore her ACL. There were no words you could use to describe how proud you were of her. It had been tough for her to miss the World Cup but she gave you unwavering support regardless. It gave you yet another reason to love her and to want her by side during the good times and the bad. She was your person, that much you are certain off. Leah Williamson was made for you. 

“You’re staring. What are you looking at?” Leah turns around to look behind her. 

“You. You are—no it’s not possible” you say with a smirk tugging at your lips.

“What?” Leah’s voice cracks whether it be with panic or worry. 

“Just give me a second. I need to make sure” you walk around the island and cup her face.

“Y/N what is it?”

“Well I’ll be damned” you peck her lips once, twice then three times. 

Still Leah was none the wiser. 

“You’re even more beautiful than the last time I saw you” 

Your girlfriend dips her head in embarrassment. She never had been good at taking these kind of compliments whereas you loved knowing that your words had this affect on her. 

[kathlare]

just us

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Lando and Amelie share a quiet, tender evening in Melbourne before his departure to Bahrain.

Wordcount: 1.7 k

Warnings: just fluff

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February 19th, 2024 - Melbourne, Australia

The city lights of Melbourne glittered beyond the balcony of Amelie’s hotel room, the faint hum of nightlife barely audible through the sliding glass doors. Inside, the air was warm and cozy, filled with the scent of the candles Lando had lit earlier—vanilla and amber, her favorite.

Amelie stood by the kitchenette, her damp hair falling over her shoulders in loose waves after a shower. She was dressed in an oversized sweatshirt that belonged to Lando and a pair of shorts, her bare feet padding softly on the carpet.

—You know, you didn’t have to go through all this trouble,— she said, a teasing lilt in her voice as she glanced at the small spread he’d set up.

On the coffee table, there was a box of her favorite pastries, a bottle of wine already uncorked, and a stack of polaroid photos he’d scattered across the surface—snapshots of moments they’d shared over the past few months.

Lando, lounging on the couch with a smug grin, shrugged. —I wanted to. Besides, it’s our last night together for a while. Gotta make it count.—

Amelie rolled her eyes, but her smile betrayed her. She picked up one of the polaroids, her heart softening at the sight of them grinning like idiots in the back of a cab during New Year’s Eve. —You’re such a sap sometimes, Norris.—

—Only for you,— he shot back, patting the cushion next to him. —Now, come here before the pastries get cold.—

She snorted, setting the photo back down and crossing the room to join him. As she settled into the crook of his arm, he draped a blanket over both of them, pulling her close.

—This is nice,— she murmured, resting her head against his shoulder.

—Yeah?— His voice was soft, a trace of nervousness in it. —I wasn’t sure if you’d like it. Thought about booking something fancier, but then I figured... why not keep it simple? Just us.—

Amelie tilted her head to look at him, her dark eyes meeting his blue ones. —It’s perfect. Seriously. I don’t need fancy. I just need you.—

His heart swelled at her words, and he leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. —You’re making it really hard to leave tomorrow, you know that?—

—Good,— she said with a small smirk, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest.

Lando chuckled, shaking his head as he rested his cheek against her damp hair. The faint scent of her shampoo mixed with the candles, creating a comforting, intoxicating warmth.

—You’re impossible,— he murmured, though his tone was full of affection.

Amelie shifted slightly, turning to face him better. —You’re the one who flew halfway around the world for this. If anyone’s impossible, it’s you.—

—Touché,— he admitted, his smile widening as he reached for the wine bottle. Pouring them each a glass, he handed one to her, their fingers brushing briefly. —To us?—

—To us,— she echoed, clinking her glass against his before taking a sip.

For a while, they simply sat in comfortable silence, enjoying the wine and pastries. Amelie flipped through the polaroids, laughing softly at the ridiculous ones. There was one of Lando making a ridiculous face at her during a game night and another of them drenched after an impromptu rainstorm in Monaco.

—You kept these?— she asked, holding up one where they were mid-laugh, her head thrown back and his arm around her shoulders.

Lando nodded, his expression turning soft. —Of course, I did. That night was... special.—

Amelie’s heart tugged. —It was. I can’t believe it’s been three months since we made this official. It feels... longer, in the best way.—

—Same,— he said, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. —It’s like everything just clicked once we stopped being idiots about it.—

She laughed, swatting his arm lightly. —We were idiots, huh?—

—Massive idiots,— he confirmed, his tone teasing.

They both knew the weight of their history—the heartbreak of their first attempt at something more, the awkward distance that had followed, and the magnetic pull that had brought them back together. It made nights like this, where everything felt easy and right, all the more precious.

Amelie set her glass down and turned fully toward him, her legs curled under her. —Okay, tell me. What’s the real reason you went all out tonight?—

Lando hesitated, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his face before he sighed. —I just... I know it’s only a couple of weeks apart, but I hate leaving you. Especially now that we’ve got this figured out. I guess I wanted to make sure you knew how much you mean to me.—

Her chest tightened, a wave of emotion washing over her. Reaching out, she cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing against his skin. —You’re such a dork.—

Lando leaned into her touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before he opened them again, a small, sheepish smile tugging at his lips. —Yeah, well, you like it.—

—Maybe a little,— she teased, though the tenderness in her voice gave her away.

Amelie leaned closer, their foreheads nearly touching, and for a moment, the world outside the hotel room faded into irrelevance. It was just them, the quiet intimacy of their connection wrapping around them like a cocoon.

—You know, Norris,— she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, —for someone who drives at insane speeds for a living, you’re surprisingly soft.—

Lando let out a breathy laugh, his arms instinctively tightening around her. —Don’t let the guys hear you say that. I have a reputation to maintain.—

She pulled back just enough to arch an eyebrow. —Oh, your tough guy reputation? Because nothing says intimidating like wearing socks with cartoon characters.—

He gasped, feigning offense. —Hey! You love my socks.—

—Do I, though?— she quipped, though her grin made it clear she was only teasing.

—You do,— he countered confidently, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on her arm. —And I love that you steal them when I’m not looking.—

She laughed, the sound warm and genuine, and Lando couldn’t help but smile wider. He loved seeing her like this—relaxed, happy, her guard down. It reminded him of why he’d fallen for her in the first place, not just as the dazzling actress or the girl he’d admired from afar, but as the person who felt like home.

—Alright, let’s get serious for a second,— he said, his tone playful but his eyes sincere. —How are you gonna survive without me while I’m off in Bahrain?—

Amelie rolled her eyes dramatically. —Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll throw myself into work. Write some sad songs about missing you. Or...— she paused for effect, —just enjoy the peace and quiet.—

Lando laughed, his head falling back against the couch. —You’re terrible. But you’re not fooling me. You’re gonna miss me, admit it.—

She tilted her head, pretending to think. —Hmm... I guess I’ll miss you a little. Like, maybe this much.— She held up her thumb and index finger, leaving a tiny gap between them.

Lando scoffed, grabbing her hand and holding it against his chest. —Liar. You’re gonna miss me this much.— He spread his arms wide, nearly knocking over his wine glass in the process.

Amelie laughed, her cheeks hurting from smiling so much. —Okay, okay, maybe I’ll miss you a lot. But don’t let it go to your head.—

—Too late,— he said with a wink, leaning in to nudge her nose with his.

She shook her head, biting back a smile as she rested her hands on his shoulders. —You’re impossible.—

—You’ve mentioned that before,— he teased, his voice softer now as he looked at her.

The atmosphere shifted slightly, the playfulness giving way to something deeper. Amelie felt the weight of his gaze, the way it lingered on her as if trying to memorize every detail. It made her heart ache, knowing they only had a few hours left together before their worlds pulled them in different directions again.

—Lando...— she started, but he shook his head, cutting her off.

—Don’t say it,— he murmured, his fingers brushing against her cheek. —Let’s not think about tomorrow. Just tonight. Just us.—

Her breath hitched at the intensity in his voice, and she nodded, leaning into his touch. —Okay. Just us.—

The room seemed to grow quieter, the buzz of the city fading into the background as they sat together, wrapped in their own little bubble. Lando’s hand slid down to lace their fingers together, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a soothing rhythm. Amelie couldn’t help but smile, warmth blooming in her chest at the simplicity of the moment.

—You know,— she said after a pause, her voice soft, —this is one of my favorite things about us.—

Lando tilted his head, curiosity flickering in his eyes. —What is?—

—This. Just... hanging out, talking, laughing about stupid things. It’s easy. You make everything feel easy.—

His expression softened, a rare seriousness taking over his usually cheeky demeanor. —That’s because it is easy. With you, it’s always been easy. Even when we were just friends. Well... mostly.—

Amelie smirked, arching an eyebrow. —Mostly?—

He chuckled, leaning back against the couch. —Alright, fine. Maybe I had a little crush on you for... a while.—

She laughed, her head falling back as the sound filled the room. —A little crush? Please. You were practically obsessed.—

Lando groaned, covering his face with one hand. —Don’t remind me. I still can’t believe you found out.—

—Oh, come on, Norris,— she teased, poking his side. —You weren’t exactly subtle. The way you’d look at me? Like a puppy who just got a treat.—

—And yet, you didn’t seem to mind,— he shot back, his grin returning as he caught her hand mid-poke and held it captive.

—Maybe I didn’t,— she admitted, her tone playful but her eyes sincere.

Their laughter faded into a comfortable silence, the kind that came only with knowing someone so deeply. Amelie leaned her head against his shoulder again, her fingers playing idly with the bracelet he wore on his wrist. It was one she’d given him for Christmas—a simple silver band engraved with a small star.

—You’re really going to wear this to Bahrain?— she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

—Why wouldn’t I?— he replied, glancing down at her. —It’s my good luck charm.—

—You’re such a sap,— she murmured, though her smile betrayed her.

—Only for you,— he said again, the words carrying a weight that made her chest tighten.

Amelie closed her eyes, willing herself to savor the moment instead of dwelling on the hours slipping away. She felt his arm tighten around her, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her shoulder. It was these little things she knew she’d miss the most—the casual intimacy, the way he made her feel like the center of his world even when they were surrounded by chaos.

Eventually, Lando broke the silence, his voice a quiet rumble against her ear. —You know, I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight. Not without you kicking me in your sleep like usual.—

She laughed, swatting at his chest. —I do not kick you.—

—You absolutely do,— he said, grinning. —But it’s fine. I’m used to it now. Kind of endearing, actually.—

—You’re ridiculous,— she muttered, though her cheeks warmed at the thought of him missing even her annoying habits.

They stayed like that for a while, trading playful jabs and quiet confessions until the candles burned low and the wine glasses sat empty. The city outside had grown quieter, the nightlife winding down as the early hours of morning crept closer.

Amelie felt the weight of exhaustion pulling at her, but she refused to let herself drift off just yet. Not when she knew he’d be gone by the time she woke up.

—You’re really leaving at sunrise?— she asked, her voice barely audible.

Lando nodded, his expression tinged with regret. —Yeah. Early flight. But I’ll be back before you know it.—

—Two weeks isn’t exactly “before you know it,”— she said, pouting slightly.

—It’ll fly by,— he promised, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her temple. —And we’ll FaceTime every day. Deal?—

She nodded, her throat tightening. —Deal.—

When the clock struck three, Lando finally coaxed her to lie down, wrapping her in his arms as they settled under the blankets. They whispered to each other until her voice grew faint, her eyelids heavy with sleep.

Before long, Amelie drifted off, her head resting on his chest. Lando stayed awake a little longer, watching the way the soft light from the window played across her features. He knew he’d miss this—miss her—but he also knew he’d carry this night with him wherever he went.

When the light from the early morning sun began to creep through the curtains, Lando woke first. He glanced down at Amelie, her features soft and peaceful as she slept soundly in his arms. He smiled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. He didn’t want to wake her, but he had to leave soon.

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, and whispered, —I’ll be back before you know it, babe. You’re gonna crush it in Sydney.—

Amelie stirred slightly at his words, her eyes fluttering open just enough to see his silhouette by the window. Before she could say anything, he planted another kiss on her cheek, this time a little more lingering.

She wrapped her arms around him sleepily, pulling him closer, a tiny sob escaping her lips as she held onto him tighter. The reality of him leaving for Bahrain hit her all at once. She didn’t want to let him go.

—Hey, don’t cry,— Lando murmured softly, his hands rubbing her back in gentle circles. —I’m gonna miss you, but it’s only a couple of weeks. We’ll be fine, yeah?—

Amelie sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. She shook her head, her voice thick with emotion. —I know... I just... I don’t know why I’m like this.—

—Because you care about me, you dork,— he said with a soft chuckle, but there was a tenderness in his voice that made her heart squeeze.

She pulled away slightly to look up at him, her tear-filled eyes meeting his. —Yes I do. So much.—

His smile softened, and he brushed another tear from her cheek. —I’ll see you in a couple of weeks. Promise. You’re gonna be just fine, and I’ll be right here, thinking of you every second.—

Amelie sniffled again, her bottom lip trembling, but she managed a shaky smile. —I’ll miss you so much. Just... come back to me safe, okay?—

He nodded, his eyes searching hers. —Always, Amelie. Always.—

With a final, lingering kiss on her forehead, Lando slowly pulled away, his hand lingering on her cheek one last time before he moved toward the door. Amelie watched him go, her heart heavy but full of the quiet assurance that this wasn’t the end—it was just another part of their journey.

[scientia-rex]

Best Things I Have Bought

I'm not sure how successful I will be in remembering all of it, but I'll try. These have all been game-changers for me, in a variety of ways. If teen me had had access to all of these, I would have been a vastly happier person.

This one is long, so I'll put in a cut.

-outlet timers. Not having to go around and manually turn off lamps at bedtime? Amazing. I bought these but you can and should get some that have a grounded outlet with three prongs so you can attach good extension cords to them.

-famotidine. aka Pepcid, it's the safest option I currently know of for managing acid reflux. I get nauseated when I get acid reflux, so this is a necessity for me.

-T-Gel shampoo. The only one that keeps my husband's insane dandruff under control. Coal tar shampoos smell peculiar, but are totally worth it if they work. For my hair, I like anti-dandruff conditioner--I apply it to my scalp and my other conditioners to the length of my hair. After bleaching my hair, I use Olaplex 3 to prevent more severe damage; the difference is very noticeable.

-white vinegar for a laundry rinse. I get horrendous contact dermatitis and adding this in the "fabric softener" cup in my washer keeps things from making my skin burn.

-on a similar note, all Oxy laundry booster. Doesn't make my skin burn but does make stains and smells noticeably better than detergent alone.

-Aquaphor. If you have eczema, nothing helps like Aquaphor, unless it's hydrocortisone ointment (the same white petrolatum base as Aquaphor but with hydrocortisone) or a prescribed steroid.

-Bissell Stomp 'N' Go pads. I have stomped. The stain goes.

-Prune puree. A packet a day keeps the chronic constipation at bay. Less volume to consume than prune juice and, in my opinion, slightly more palatable.

-Chinotto is a bitters-based beverage that I discovered by accident really helps my chronic nausea. I've tried other brands, and San Pellegrino is definitely my favorite. Tastes weird at first, but when heavy-duty ginger ale doesn't ease it, Chinotto can. And when that doesn't work, I have Zofran (ondansetron) my doctor prescribed me for the nausea I get with migraines, and that's an effective anti-nausea agent for more than just migraines.

-"You Just Need to Lose Weight (And 19 Others Myths About Fat People)" by Aubrey Gordon.

-rolling laundry cart. Doesn't have to be this one but if you CAN roll your laundry to and fro from the machines, do it.

-"Why Does He Do That? Inside the Minds of Angry and Controlling Men" by Lundy Bancroft. If you Google, you can usually find a free pdf floating around.

-"The Vagina Bible," by Dr. Jen Gunter.

-satin scrunchies. Wet Brush. Terry cloth lined shower cap. AOA terry cloth hair turban (way, way better than similar ones from drugstore).

-stretchy work pants.

-bra liners. For large-chested people who tend to get sweaty underboob, this is a life-saver.

-Goo Gone.

-Dr. Scholls medicated foot powder and the Earth Therapeutics tea tree oil foot spray. The foot powder works for super long days and the spray for lighter days.

-Reflective heat pad. I use this on my car seat in the winter and I am so happy for that every single chilly morning. I've repurchased it... once or twice? now.

-Retin-A. I used to use Differin, which is adapalene, the most potent retinoid available over the counter, but the switch to prescription-only Retin-A has been very noticeable. Decreased wrinkles, clearer skin. More inclined to flake and burn but it's worth it for me.

-Red LED therapy. Near-infrared stimulates collagen production in the skin. The only other thing that really does that is retinoids. I bought the Omnilux mask, which is certainly high-end, but HotandFlashy (a YouTube content creator) did a great comparison of different masks available by specs and this was the best at the time. The difference is noticeable within days. I've tried other, lower-powered masks, but what made me make the jump to high-end was that I got the Dennis Gross red LED eye mask for crows' feet off eBay and I was like "holy shit, this is better." And Omnilux is better still. It makes sense, since they were the OG of the models that have been in dermatology clinics for a couple of decades now.

-AOA foundation has been at least as good at my TooFaced foundation, and it's like 1-2 bucks instead of 40. There are light, medium, and deep shades, each on different pages; I'm linking to light because that's what I use. The lightest shade works for me, and I'm basically translucent.

-AOA VitaGlow tinted moisturizer is absolutely my go-to for lighter coverage days.

-AOA PawPaw blending sponges. Best out there and also the cheapest.

-(do not buy any of the AOA eyeshadows. Total waste of time, zero pigment. I've tried repeatedly and they're just garbage. The highlights are generally fine though.)

-Direct acid foot peels. The calluses come off. Just don't do it when you have ANY open wound on the feet, because it's acid and will sting like hell.

-blendercleanser solid cleanser for blending sponges and brushes. Actually a) gets them clean and b) rinses out.

-PureWine wine wands. I let these puppies sit for three minutes in a glass and suddenly I can drink red wine without migraines or hangovers. Fucking miraculous.

-Dustbuster. Holy shit it's amazing for ADHD peeps. Small thing bugging you? Can't get yourself to bust out the "real" vacuum? USE THIS.

-Crocs. Don't @ me. I wear a black pair around the house and for garden chores and they make my feet happy. Salonpas patches and/or BenGay for a topical when you're sore--topicals are great pain relief.

-Vibrating neck pillow. Don't need it right now? Wait until your next head cold. Vibration clears sinuses.

-PooPourri. I love not having to smell poop. This, and similar products, work pretty well by trapping scent particles in the oil layer instead of letting them evaporate into the air.

-Electric snow thrower. I can't manage a large, heavy snow blower and I don't want to deal with a gas engine. This little guy helped me clear my large driveway in 3-4 hours instead of 12.

-The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark, by Carl Sagan.

-Handheld home IPL for hair removal. I ordered this exact one and I like it. You can get these on eBay or Amazon for cheaper sometimes; just make sure you PROTECT YOUR EYES during flashes. Targets pigment in the hair bulb so lighter skin and darker hair work better, and deeper skin tones may burn.

-Lanolin chapstick. Makes all other chapsticks I've used look like garbage.

-Steam eye masks. ShopMissA sells these and you can find them on a lot sites; shouldn't cost more than about a dollar per mask. I ended up buying an electric eye mask because I wanted to treat my dry eye and that just felt more environmentally responsible, but I love falling asleep with these on and I can't do that with my plug-in mask.

I think this is where I'll leave it--I've gone back quite a ways in my shopping history across multiple sites and thought about my daily routines--but if any of these problems torture you, these are my suggestions.

[blade-dressed-in-red]

night time routine

pairing: noah sebastian x f!reader

content warnings: none! just fluff

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. While inspired by real individuals, the characters and events depicted are entirely fictional and should not be considered as factual representations of any real persons. This story is solely for entertainment purposes only and is not intended to be taken as truth or to cause any harm or offense.

A/N: i had this idea at 3am last night so here it is lmao. i have some other stuff brewing so that'll hopefully be out relatively soon, but in the meantime enjoy this :)

You and Noah have spent countless nights together, usually resulting in you doing a half-assed night routine, not wanting to spend any extra time away from him when he was around.

As things got more serious between you two, you realized you needed to start prioritizing your night routine like you did when you weren’t with him. 

One night Noah asked you to come over for dinner and spend the night, which you happily accepted.

You had enough putting less effort into yourself, deciding to bring over all elements of your night time routine. 

For your skincare, you brought your cleanser, face mask, toner, serums, moisturizer, retinol, and sunscreen for the following day. You decided to bring all your necessary post-shower products such as your body lotion and leave-in conditioner, already having some bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and body wash at his place. You opted to bring your microfiber hair towel and silk bonnet as well, noticing how his cotton sheets were starting to mess with your hair every morning.

Once you made your way over and the night was dwindling down, you decided this was the best time to start getting ready for bed while he was sat at his desk playing a game before bed. You brought your toiletry bags into his bathroom, turned on the shower, and began the process.

While doing your skincare routine, hair in the towel, Noah came in wondering what was taking so long since he was quite used to you taking about ten minutes max out of the shower. 

“I’m doing my night routine, wanna join?” you asked absentmindedly, thinking he’d disagree and go back to whatever he was doing, but he accepted the offer

You two did face masks together and applied a couple products to Noah’s skin, opting to avoid any of the harsher products since his skin was sensitive. 

He asked various questions like a curious child in the process, “what does this one do?” “is this an exfoliator?” “is this the one that makes you so pretty?” he asked the last one jokingly, knowing your beauty didn’t come from a random bottle of what he learned to be hyaluronic acid.

He happily walked out of the bathroom, his skin feeling the best it’s ever been and settled into bed, waiting for you to finish up.

Being content with how dried your hair was, you braided it and put the bonnet over your head, walking back into the bedroom to Noah smiling like an idiot at your appearance.

“Aw, you look like a little chef” he claimed as you tucked yourself into the covers, lightly swatting his chest while giggling, earning a light chuckle from him.

Once you explained the benefits of a bonnet, he asked if he should get one since he was debating on growing his hair out again.

By the next time you spent the night, you two went to bed wearing matching bonnets. 

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