#i am not the biggest fan of moisture

[sleepinglionhearts]

Second hardest part about this whole stupid covid thing: realizing I need a fucking humidifier

[heartfullofleeches]

You know I can’t stop thinking about an angsty Bugman scenario where, in the Childhood best friend!Darling setting, Darling learns that one day the god living inside Bugman is going to awaken properly and essentially kill Bugman, prompting Darling to just breakdown sobbing for their first and only friend and pleading for Bugman to not die even if their fate is sealed and neither of them can do anything to stop it

Why would you do this to me, Chief. Like- good soup, without a doubt, but my heart hurts for these angels. Imagine making a really close friend as a child, but instead of you drifting apart or one of you moving away someday their body will be taken from them by one of the things you're scared <- Childhood Best Friend Reader in this storyline had a fear of bugs as a kid.

-

You still remember the day like it was yesterday. A promise made between friends upon which wove your separate futures along a conjoining path, avowedly destined to outlast the trial of time and the seasons of change as you both grew.

"Are you ready, Bug?"

Small, beady little eyes snap upwards from the large stone you finally manage to get a good grip on after several, harrowing attempts. A damp slab of smooth stone wasn't the easiest thing for your tiny hands to grasp, but the additional moisture apparently attracted more prey. Clutching the mason jar tighter to their chest, Bugman nods their head not once, but as many times it takes to give them a minor head rush - spurred on by the joy of having someone in their home, using the correct name it had picked out for itself years ago.

"On the count of three. 1....2....3!"

Driving your heals into the dirt, you pull upwards - lifting the stone inches off the earth floor as Bugman sets their jar amongst the grass to prepare for the scurry. Your skin crawls as you hear the pitter patter of tiny legs. It'd take a lot more than your friend's obsession with them to make you tolerate bugs, but the least you could do was making chasing them slightly easier for Bug whenever you visited.

"There's so many, Bug..." So many lives under one rock. You'd probably be more enthusiastic if a beetle hadn't made a beeline for your shoe, burrowing its way between your shoelaces as you do everything to avoid kicking the poor creature away. You might not have been the biggest fan, but that didn't mean you wanted to hurt them.

"Bugman, there's one on my-"

"I see her. Don't move, she won't hurt you." Bugman cups their hand, guiding the beetle onto their palm as you do what you're told. It strokes a finger along the insects thorax before carefully lowering it into their jar. Bugman gazes up at you once more, dipping their head in gratitude for your cooperation.

"Thank you, Y/n. On her behalf."

"What are you thanking me for, Bug?"

"You could have easily flung her off or stepped on her. I am aware we do not an interest in insects, but I appreciate your support."

"What are friends for, Bug? Besides, just because I don't like them doesn't I want them to suffer."

"Friends...."

The word sits heavy on their tongue. Soft laughter plays throughout the garden before they can ask the question that's been plaguing them for some time now. With the chirp of bugs and the flow of running water, the sound may have gone unnoticed had it not been joined by another voice. Surveying the area, a hand rises in the air from over by the water fountain - beckoning the two of you over.

"Forgive us for interrupting. Would the two of you mind joining us for a minute? We have something for you."

Exchange a glance with Bugman, all it takes is for you to take a step forward before the both of you race across the grass. Something you picked up on weeks into hanging out with Bug was how they liked to give you the lead. Two young women sit at the bench below the fountain. Both appeared to be in their early twenties. One had pink streaks in her hair while the other wore her sweater hoodie overhead. They smile at you, lowering their heads as Bugman matches up behind you. The one with the pink hair speaks first, patting the empty bench between them.

"Good afternoon. You two have been busy today, haven't you? I think I speak for all of Bug's family when I thank you for stopping by. I've never seen them smile quite like they do when they have you over."

Bugman hides their face in their turtleneck, mumbling into the thick fabric. "That's not true...."

You always found it so cool Bugman had so many siblings. It's like there's a new one every time you come over. Maybe their parents foster. You don't know much about them. The pink haired girl snorts.

"My bad! Anyway, like I said, we have a present for you. It's a gift for you both. Now before we give it to you, we have to ask. You two are friends, aren't you?"

There it is. The question Bugman had been dreading. You've called them by that title before, but there's a worry in the back of their mind that you are simply stringing them along until you find another, better friend. Did you really enjoy spending your days with the kid your other peers wrote off as strange and bizarre.

Assurance came to them in the pride of your voice as you happily announced.

"Of course! Bugman is my best friend!"

Best? The hooded girl spits a wad of chewed gum onto its wrapper, turning her body to face you fully. It's then you see a small box in her lap, filled to the brim with small beads and charms.

"That's all we needed to hear. If you two are really best friends you need what all best friends need?"

"What?" Bugman hides deeper into the neckline of their sweater as your voices overlap. You smile from ear to ear, furthering their embarrassment. The girls roll up their sleeves, presenting matching bands around each of their wrists.

"You need friendship bracelets. We'll help you make them."

"Whoa..." You march forward as the girls place the box within reach on the bench. So many beads and charms. There's even a few bug themed ones. Bugman will really like those.

"This is so cool, Bugman! If we never talk them off that means we'll be friends for life, yeah?"

"For life?.... You really want me around that long?"

"Why wouldn't I?" You stick out your pinky finger, holding it up for them to take. "We'll be best friends forever!"

Bugman stares at your outstretched finger. Picking up their confusion, you quietly whisper. "It's a promise, silly. Wrap your finger around mine and we have to keep it. Best friends forever?"

Bugman locks their finger with yours. "Forever...."

-

"....."

"Say it isn't true, Bug."

You always knew Bugman was special, but - not like this. How could they keep this from you for so long? Were they aware of this from the start? Did everything you say that day.... All plans and wishes you made together - did they mean nothing anymore?

"I apologize for not telling you sooner, Y/n. If it makes you feel better, I have already made sure that no harm will ever come to you. The being inside me is many things, but they will not go back on their word. I understand if this all is too much to bare. I do not blame you if you hate me now."

"Hate you? Hate you?" Angry tears stream down your face as you clutch their shoulders for balance. Sadness and rage quakes you to your very core. "Bugman, all I want is you! I want my best friend to be here with me. I don't want to lose you to some...some... bug god that's already been dead for centuries. This is your body, your life we're talking about here! Don't you want to be here with me too?"

It hurts. White hot, shearing pain rips through Bugman's ribcage as you sob pathetically against their chest. The air they breath is like sharp glass in their throat. What are you doing? This feeling - they've never had it before. Are they dying now? Is this what death feels like?

Bringing their arms around your shaking body is all that relieves this ache. Bugman realizes as you slam your fist against their chest that this is not death. It's heartbreak.

And it's so, so much worse.

"On the bright side, there is no telling when I will die. It could be any day now. It could be at the natural end of my lifetime. All we can do is hope for the best and relish the time we have together now."

"You better.... You better stay with me until we're both old and grey. I won't forgive you if you leave me before then."

Bugman rolls their fingers over the beads tied around your wrist. As children, you both made your bracelets slightly too big so they would follow you into adulthood. They fit perfectly now.

"I promised once that I wouldn't leave you. That is a promise I intend to keep."

[serial-serializednovelreader]

Nova’s Notes - Dracula Daily - June 18

We’re back with another episode of Jack’s podcast! Let’s see what our friend Renfield is up to!

“He has turned his mind now to spiders, and has got several very big fellows in a box. He keeps feeding them with his flies, and the number of the latter is becoming sensibly diminished, although he has used half his food in attracting more flies from outside to his room.”

I suddenly no longer want to know what Renfield is up to! /j

Ok, so I am curious about two things:

1. how he attracted the spiders, because in my mind it is harder to attract spiders (especially the larger ones) to him, so I looked it up (even though I did not want to — I’m not the biggest fan of spiders either). It looks like moisture/water, warmth, food, houseplants, garbage, bright outdoor lights, and — a strange one — “mating sounds” can all be contributing factors to why spiders might show up. I imagine they would show up with the presence of so many flies (that is their food, after all) and if Renfield was leaving garbage/old food around for flies, that would bring spiders in as well. As for the other things, I don’t know what the conditions in the asylum are like, but if it’s not in the best of shape, “moist” could probably be used to describe it. I think we can safely say that Renfield has his pick of spiders here. That leads me to my next question.

2. Who gave him the box? Perhaps a needless question, but still worth asking. Did he make it himself out of old materials? Did the guards on duty have it on hand? Seward doesn’t seem surprised, so it could’ve very well been him, after Renfield asked for it in order to get rid of the fly problem. It’s just interesting to me where he’s getting all of this stuff for these pet projects (pun absolutely intended).

So the good news is, Renfield is feeding the flies to the spiders, which makes Jack happy! The bad news is, Renfield is attracting MORE FLIES with food, which LOLLLLL I don’t think that was the point of the exercise, buddy. It does prove my earlier theory right on how he was attracting flies — yes, I’ve read the book before, but I don’t remember these entries and I’ve made it a point to not read ahead so it was conjecture on my part. Glad to know I was right!

I also wonder about the living conditions of the spiders, because if he has “several” of them in one box…that’s probably not good for them. Again, I’m no expert on spiders, but they need space, right? I know Renfield isn’t trapping them for the best of reasons, but the least he could do is keep them in proper condition, GEEZ. Bugs have rights too, man!

So that was the entire entry. Next time, let’s see what Renfield catches next! 😃

[afropearl]

22nd birthday haul 🍰

happy birthday to me ! i turned 22 this year (my life path number eep!) i’m super excited for what this solar year will bring me so i bought myself a few thing on my wishlist that i wanna show off. enjoy !

sephora

first i got two of the summer fridays lip butter balms in vanilla and vanilla beige! i have the pink sugar one and l o v e i t so i wanted to get two more, i went back and forth between brown sugar and vanilla beige but opted for vb :3

then i picked up dulce by rosie jane and y’all the reviews were saying vanilla ice cream in a bottle and they did not disappoint! it smells so good and light and airy. it’s a perfect vanilla i planned to wear all autumn/winter. my second fragrance of choice was sol de janerios 71 ‘caramelized vanilla and macadamia’. i’ve been avoiding sdj scents but i tried this in store and am so glad i did! it’s also a perfect gourmand for the colder months. highly recommend <3

bath and body works

i went in b&bw for my free birthday gift as well as my fun seasonal hand sanitizers. luckily they had two new body care scents, fresh vanilla blossoms and cozy vanilla bourbon! i personally am not a fan of bourbon/alcohol notes so i opted for the cuter and lighter fresh vanilla blossom and it’s perfect! (love the pink design btw)

the creme shop <3

omgg you guys i love the creme shop face masks so i went ballistic on their newest collabs with bt21 and sanrio. also picked up one of the biggest hk girl obsessions: the luv lash serum mascara. they also had hello kitty and little twin stars pimple patches :((( and i picked up their hydration lock moisturizer too (it was between hk’s and cooky’s)

misc {target, tj, princess polly}

ok i ran out of room for photos so take this concept photo, but basically i found the cinnamon dolce tree hut scrub, 4 nyx butter glosses and beauty of joseon ampoules all in store!! and then i bought two outfits from princess polly, along with this cute little black bag that i’ll wear to dinner tomorrow <333

alsooo for my birthday i got my nose pierced again and my second ear lobe reopened !!! i honestly think i’m more of a piercing girl than a tattoo bc i really can’t commit to even a small tat haha! overall i’m so glad i got everything i could’ve wanted this year, i had a great birthday my cake was p e r f e c t (it was inspired by the melanie martinez and i executed so well i think)

anyways y’all i’m just gushing abt my stuff now sorry but i hope you all enjoyed reading <3

i’ll make posts abt my scent profile this fall/winter very soon !

[sleepynoons]

ok so unprompted but since i refilled some makeup, thought i'd do a review on my last batch of products (everything is from yesstyle!!!) - do share your own favs/recs/opinions!!

skincare: · heartleaf 77 clear pad, anua - been trying diff toner pads, and honestly, really like this one! it may not seem like it's doing much, but since i have very acne-prone + sensitive skin, the fact that it hasn't caused a speck of redness or irritation bc it's so soothing and not sticky is a literal godsend. pads are circular, so good for placement and adjustment, but surface area is slightly minimal, i have to use 2-3 pads every time. no obvious smell either. (8.7/10)

· clean it zero cleansing balm, banila co - was on this shit for years!!! and then i was like lemme try other ones - nope, this is still the best. a little goes a LONG FUCKING WAY. i love this product. i will never abandon you again. literally gets my heaviest, water-proof mascara and foundation off with just a few swipes. but idk if it's heavy-duty enough for stage makeup. (infinity/10)

· heartleaf quercetinol pore deep cleansing foam, anua - like the toner pads, not irritating, hasn't caused any breakouts, etc. but otherwise, no visible change. like it does not actually get gunk out of your skin like some other cleansers that i've tried before. so... doesn't really do what it's been marketed to do. eh. (7/10)

base makeup: · three-shades concealer palette (#2, KO panda eye), judydoll - works great if you understand color theory. drastically helps with my under-eye dark circles, as well as brightening my temples and chin, which are perpetually plagued with large acne scars. definitely tackier than your usual, casual concealer, so great if you have some stubborn spots! but def need to moisturize your base well, or else it could leave splotchy, dry spots behind. also means you need to make sure your base complements the formula well, or else it could cause pilling. (8.1/10)

· duo eyebrow pencil (#03, medium brown), judydoll - love the pencil, not the biggest fan of the gel end. maybe it's because i've never used eyebrow gel before, but it does not apply very evenly. i honestly think it's bc the spoolie is so tiny. but the color is def there if you like darker, thicker brows. i just have very thick eyebrows already, and am constantly trying to make them look sparser and lighter, so the eyebrow gel def does not help. (5.4/10)

· creamy gel liner eyeshadow pencil (#11, gray brown + #08, nature beige), judydoll - i use it for my "aegyosal," and it's fantastic. i got the right colors, and they blend out so easily with just a brush of my finger. a little goes a LONG way. honestly, great, no complaints at all. could see the pencil being used to draw a light eyeshadow, along your waterline, creating a shadow underneath your lips, etc. (9.5/10)

lip: · lip potion steaming milk, alternativestereo - still trying to figure out how to use it with the brand's lipsticks ("lip potions"). i see better application of the lipstick when you apply the steaming milk first and let it sit for 10-15 min. i honestly just bought this because the packaging was cute in the photos, not that cute irl. it's fine? feels great though lol but def can live without it. also overpriced, compared to all the other lip products available on yesstyle afdjlkds (4.4/10)

tools: · concealer brush, mogugu - i honestly just bought one of the cheapest options on yesstyle bc it's j a brush lol i think it works just fine, can see it needing to get cleaned often though. i'd say it doesn't capture as much of the product if you let your concealer sit, but it's fine for the most part even if you don't. feel is fine, not particularly soft, but not scratchy either. (7.5/10)

[darklovecat]

July favs?

Lego Icons Orchid Plant and Lego Flower Bouquet.

I love Lego and I love flowers so these are literally a dream come true. I've been obsessing over Lego flowers for the longest time and now that we have moved into our new home I thought it would be fun to build my own Lego flowers and decorate our new space. It doesn't take much time to build these and the instructions are very clear and easy to follow. The Flower Bouquet does not come with a vase which is something to keep in mind when displaying them. While I am not the biggest fan of the long leaves that are included in the Bouquet they can still be positioned in a way that complements the overall arrangement. I especially love the color of the flowers, they look stunning in person and the different colors make it very vibrant, they look so cute and my inner child is bursting with joy whenever I go up the stairs and catch a glimpse of them.

Braun Silk Épil 3

When I was 13 and asked my grandma about hair removal, she went to our cabinet, came back and handed me a pair of rubber gloves and told me to pull out the hair because that's how the girls in her village did it back in the day (I couldn't believe she was for real) and this epilator reminded me of that experience. It has been sitting in my closet for the longest time untouched after the initial day of buying and trying it. I was almost passing out from the excruciating pain and couldn't fathom how on earth anyone could endure using such a device. I have been going to my laser hair removal sessions since and have done around 20 sessions so my hair thickness has decreased significantly and the other day curiosity got the best of me and I tried it again and pain wasn't as unbearable anymore, in fact, I kind of began to enjoy the way my skin feels all prickly when epilating. The end result is undeniable though - my skin becomes super smooth and hairless for the next few weeks.

Cerave Lait Hydrant

I am skinny but my weight tends to fluctuate a bit depending on my medication use as it affects my appetite and I want to protect my skin so I always make sure I dry brush and hydrate my skin as much as I can with a focus on my butt and upper legs. I apply this immediately after taking an ice cold shower in the morning. I really like the Cerave products I have tried thus far, their formulations are effective and suited for sensitive skin, filled with great ingredients like ceramides, HA, glycerin and their moisturizers have a light formula and don't leave my skin feeling greasy like my Bioderma one. I opt for this one during the summer months, Cerave is a very affordable brand, it doesn't break me out, there is no scent and I have never met anyone who has had complaints about their products.

Cat.

[thesunflowerdyke]

52, 56, 61, 69, 74 for the intrusive questions

52. Is there anyone you’ve given up on? Why?

Oof, starting off heavy!

I’m really not one to give up on people. It takes a lot to get passed that point. I think that there’s good and bad in every person and everybody has the ability to change if they so choose.

With that being said, I guess you could say I’ve given up on my ex? It’s not so much that I think she’s irredeemable as a person or that she couldn’t change. It’s more-so that I know that she won’t ever change how she behaves towards me. Even if she did a complete 180 today, it wouldn’t change how I feel. Therefore, I’ve given up on any sort of relationship with her.

56. State 8 facts about your body

(Warning; this is gonna be a tough one for me because I don’t love thinking about my body. I don’t often do so in a positive light…but here’s my best attempt! 😅)

1. I have naturally auburn hair. It looks brunette in some lighting but in the sun it goes wicked red!

2. I don’t shave any of my body hair. If I need to do some maintenance, I’ll do a little trimming. But I can’t remember the last time I used a razor, and I love it.

3. I’m quite short. (Despite being the tallest of me and my sisters. Lol) I’m exactly 5’4 and a half. (And I know it sounds like I’m really reaching with that extra half inch lol but it’s the exact measurement!)

4. I’ve been told I am extremely ✨soft✨. I moisturize head to toe every single day when I get out of the shower and I love smelling good and feeling soft and cuddly.

5. I have lots of freckles. In the summertime especially when I get a little sun, they come out full force! I’m talking arms, legs, face, hands. And they are numerous!

6. I currently have 3 tattoos (getting a 4th in a little over a month!) and I plan on collecting as many more as I can manage.

7. I also have 3 piercings I’m currently wearing as well as a couple others that have closed up. I plan on getting a few new ones this year as well as opening some of the ones I haven’t worn in a while.

8. I’ve always loved my eye color. I refer to them as hazel. In the sun I’ve been told they go a very “warm” greenish golden brown.

61. What is the first thing you notice in someone?

I think I notice somebody’s general vibe? I don’t know if you wanna call it their soul or their aura or what. I feel like I can feel the vibes somebody radiates. How they make me feel. I’ve rarely been wrong when I’ve felt good vibes from somebody and I’ve never been wrong when I’ve gotten bad vibes.

But physically, I’d have to say I notice somebody’s eyes. I think they’re the best connection to your soul. I especially love when somebody has really expressive eyes and I can see their emotion in them when they’re talking with me.

69. What turns you off?

Rudeness or generally unkindness is the biggest turn off to me. Kindness is non-negotiable for me. (Now I want to make the differentiation between niceness and kindness here. You don’t always have to be nice.) But I could never fuck with an unkind person on any level.

For instance, if we were on a date and you’re rude to a waiter, if you talk down to people who you deem lesser than yourself or if you’re just an extremely self centered person, you’re not gonna get far with me.

74. What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for?

Truthfully, I don’t have many (if any) physical traits that I consider requirements for a partner. That may be a side effect of being demisexual or just not having a type in general? But if I had to choose something I’d say that I’m drawn towards a warm smile and expressive eyes (regardless of color) like I mentioned before.

Oh! I’m also a big fan of tattoos! 🤭

[homophyte]

alright its finally time to give an update :3c

so first off: my moms plants went back outside and since then ive had all my carnivores (plus the orchids, which we decided id keep) in a temporary set up but today i finally got them to their new home; the milsbo!

milsbo is an ikea cabinet somewhat famous for its use as a greenhouse--i havent fully converted it and am still waiting for some parts to come in the mail so it wont be done fully until next week but! this is pretty good so far. these are alternate shelves for it with air holes that will let humidity pass through and air circulate so i was finally able to put plants in today after they arrived! heres the set up:

as you can see lights are still outside because my power strip for the inside hasnt come yet but they should work fine from the outside + its still by the window--im not worried about light for now. power strip will also be good for some fans to keep the air circulating inside. you can actually see the desk i have been using in the back lol. you can also see i have more orchids than i did before--i wound up buying two very fancy lady slipper orchids which seem to be pretty happy so far! will keep it updated.

obviously theres some space problems here because of how large moe is, so honestly ive been thinking of giving it a big chop. i havent fully decided yet but i will be mulling it over, and if i do i should be able to make things a little less cramped in there. excluded is my ampularia which has scale, somehow? i dont know how it got scale but nothing else has, so its quarantined for a while until im absolutely sure its free, and then itll go in that bottom space beside moe. youll note this leaves very little space for my humidifier--because if all goes well the milsbo will retain enough humidity to not need to constantly pumped into the air--meaning im fucking free of this oppressively wet and hot room! this is the biggest and best selling point of a cabinet, space limitations aside. im not sure itll work as-is--i might need to make a large pebble tray for the bottom, and i may have to weather strip the gap between the doors, but figuring out what to do there will have to wait and see based on how well it retains moisture overnight.

anyway heres some updates on the plants themselves: i finally got moe to make pitchers again! having it under lights helped a ton so im keeping in mind how necessary lighting is. heres some examples:

and heres a progress of the first pitcher ive gotten it to make in a while...the color is so vibrant!

heres pictures of the orchids also, for your viewing pleasure! they are as far as i know both vietnamese varieties.

[gaysimpsstuff]

Accidental Turn-Ons; Hawks x Dom! Reader

Genre: angst to fluff to smut

Type: Oneshot

Summary: Hawks returns home from a mission, clearly exhausted, and you take the time to give him a little massage! However, it doesn’t quite have the effects you expected.

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: minor dub-con (Y/n doesn't know that what they're doing is sexual for Hawks), stress, minor injuries, Keigo's adorable bird tendencies, sexual innuendo, dom y/n, wing play, feather play, nicknames, edging, dacryphilia, handjobs, aftercare

Other: Yo this might actually be my best smut yet

Inspiration: This was actually inspired by my own piece of work, MHA Characters + Their Biggest Kinks where I spoke about Hawks’ wing and back kink and how it relates to his avian traits.

Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore @popcatx0

You paced the living room, glancing between the TV and the door. The news station had cut away from the fight five minutes ago, which meant your boyfriend was either in the hospital getting treated for any injuries he might have sustained, dealing with fans, dealing with paperwork, or on his way home.

Your phone buzzed and you raced to grab it off the couch, fearing an incoming call from the hospital, or a news alert about the well-being of the man you loved.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you realized it was just an email from work, not even marked important. You tossed your phone back onto the couch with a groan.

Wasted build-up. Your mind grumbled

Your eyes flicked back to the TV, watching as the reporter rambled on about yet another stupid thing America had going on as you waited for something, anything to happen. Right when you were getting ready to pick your phone back up from the couch cushions when you heard a light tap tap tappity tap against the thick glass of the sliding glass door that led to your balcony.

You dashed across the living room, accidentally knocking a chair over as you raced to reach the sliding glass door that led to the balcony. You'd recognize his special knock any day, even if he changed it all the time whenever he forgot it. You always had patience with him, you knew he had too many things on his mind with Hero Work to always remember a random knock.

You grabbed the handle, yanking the door open with a wide grin, finally laying eyes on your bird boy. He had a hand stuffed in his pocket, the other rubbing at the back of his neck.

"Hey, Y/n. So sorry I'm late, been flying all day so naturally I'm a little sore. No excuse for missing movie night but-"

"I'm just so glad you're here!" You exclaimed, taking his cheeks in your hands and rubbing at his cheekbones. "I'm so sorry you're hurting, come inside I'll get a heating pack, or a cooling pack, maybe some lotion and I could give you a massage." You babbled, tugging him inside.

"A massage and some cuddles sound great," he sighed, eyes tired. You never liked the fact that Keigo was a hero. He worked too hard, too much, and for so long. He was still young, he should be appreciating life and spending time on himself and with his lover and not with the commission. "Oh I uh, I found this for you."

He took one of your hands off his face, taking his other hand out of his pocket and pressing something cold and smooth into your palm. You opened your fingers, a soft smile growing on your face at the sight of a smooth pretty white rock with grey and black speckles.

"Oh, Kei, this is beautiful. I love it~" you pressed a kiss to Keigo's cheek, loving the way he trilled. He was always so excited to pick up random items he found pretty or interesting, and he'd always give them right to you. It was truly adorable, you loved his gifts. His wings fluttered in happiness for a moment before he winced slightly in pain, happiness vanished in a reminder of his stress from the day.

"Ouch, okay, sitting down time," he muttered, stumbling past you to flop down on the couch. You grabbed the lotion from the kitchen counter (you kept it there for whenever he came home with sore muscles). You set the stone down on the coffee table, tapping it twice in a small show of affection before sitting next to Keigo.

"Shirt off Birdie," you said, squirting some lotion into your palm before rubbing them together.

"Hey, at least buy me a drink first," he chuckled, tugging his jacket off and peeling off his tight hero shirt. You sighed, deciding not to comment on his tacky flirting, knowing you'd been dating for almost a year now.

He turned his back to you, crossing his legs. He folded his wings, lowering them to give you access to his shoulders and shoulder blades. You pressed your fingers against one of his shoulders, finding a large knot almost immediately. You heard him hiss, and your frown increased.

"I know it hurts but it will hurt a lot less when I'm finished," you told him, pressing a gentle kiss to the nape of his neck. The hair there rose against your skin, a shiver shooting down his spine. You blinked, confused at his reaction. Maybe it was uncomfortable for him. You resolved not to kiss there again.

You continued to rub against his tightened muscles, listening to his soft hisses and groans. You pulled away after about six minutes, picking up the lotion bottle and squirted some more into your palms.

"Hey, when you finish with mm~ when you finish with that shoulder could you do around my wing joints? Down my spine, y'know?"

"Are there muscles there?" you asked, most people didn't have muscles down their spines, usually it was just the ridges of said bones.

"Yeah, I do," he explained quickly. You nodded pressing into his knot, slowly working down when it eased up. You moved your fingers downwards, feeling his shoulder blades and spine before reaching his wings joints. He shuddered, similar to when you kissed his neck, but a little larger. You hummed, pressing your fingers down and finding another knot, right where his skin turned to bright red feathers.

"Oh, yeah, yeah right there that's perfect." You glanced back up at him, confused, he didn't usually speak when you massaged him, he'd also never asked for a massage so close to his wings, he was usually very cautious about having his wings touched. Maybe he'd just gotten tired of dealing with wing pains by himself, it was probably a lot different from other knots.

"I'm so sorry you have to deal with this," you cooed. "You really deserve a break, it's not healthy to work this hard all the time."

"I know, Little Feather, but it's nng- n-not my fault. The citizens need me." he panted. You sighed, moving your other hand to work out both wings' knots at the same time.

Keigo's head flopped forward, and his hand flew up to slap over his mouth, holding back a soft whine. You lifted an eyebrow in suspicion, there were only a few times when you heard him make noises like that.

Slowly, you pressed your fingers down closer to the underside, right over a few of his downy feathers.

"Oh fuck~" he hissed.

"Okay, that's it." you lifted your hands away from them, holding them in the air. "What the hell's going on with you?" His head whipped around so fast you were surprised it was still attached to his neck. His golden eyes widened, pupils blowing out, nearly completely covering the honey iris.

"W-what?" he exclaimed, feathers puffing up.

"I'm sorry if I seem mad, I'm not, I'm just- very confused. You're literally moaning. I am giving you a massage and you're moaning. Explain."

His cheeks dusted over in pink, and his eyes fell down to his lap.

"Okay uh- fuck I- this was not how I planned on telling you, erm- I promise I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable-"

"Keigo, it's alright, I'm not uncomfortable, just confused. Take a breath darling,"

"Okay, okay, okay." he took a deep breath. "My wings and back are... sensitive, like- in a sexual way. It's why I never let you touch them, I didn't want you to get uncomfortable with that."

"Oh Keigo, you should have just told me, it's perfectly alright, you know I love you, and I love your bird traits. I'm not uncomfortable with this." you smiled sweetly, pressing a hand to his cheek.

"You're- you're not?" he glanced back up at you, golden eyes filled with hope.

"Not in the slightest. To be honest, I don't see why anyone would be uncomfortable with it. It's just another erogenous zone, like someone's neck, ears, or nipples would be. And lots of people keep those bits on display."

"Thanks," he murmured, rubbing his nose against yours. "That does make me feel better, but uh- there's something else.." he trailed off, nervous.

"Your obvious boner? I was gonna leave you to take care of that yourself, but I'll gladly do it for you if you'd like."

"Oh uh-" his cheeks brightened as if attempting to match the tone of his wings. "I would very much like that," he admitted, offering you a slightly nervous smile.

"Anytime, Birdie~" you stood up, hands landing on either side of his waist as you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. "But I would very much like to experiment with those wings of yours, see what we can do with them. Just how far can we go?" You smirked at him, tongue darting out to moisturize your lips. Keigo let out a soft breath, shifting against the couch to make room for the tent in his pants.

"I- I have thought about using them before- my feathers can move fast, so they can act as a vibrator if I focus, but I could never use it on myself. I know I'd get distracted, then the feather would stop moving, then I'd have to start all over again. I'd basically just be edging myself all night. I know I'd just give up and jerk off."

"I can work with that~" you pressed your lips against his, surprising him. He whined into the kiss, hands flying up to fist your shirt.

Unfair. He thought, he already had his shirt off, and he knew he'd be naked in just a few minutes, but you hadn't taken anything off yet. Knowing you, you would stay clothed just to tease him. The most you would do was lift your shirt a little to show him your stomach before quickly covering it again. That was what you usually did when you dommed. At least for the foreplay.

You pressed the tip of your tongue against his lips, pushing past his defensive barrier of shiny white teeth, perfect for the press, and you licked along the top of his mouth. His whole body shuddered against yours, his hips jerking upwards.

You grabbed his thigh with one hand, squeezing. A warning, he knew, against bucking up again, against disobeying. He tasted your saliva, feeling it pool onto his tongue. His eyes finally drooped closed, enjoying the taste of leftover's from last night's dinner on your tongue.

He whined against the back of your mouth, feeling you move your other hand up towards his back. He already knew what you were going to do. Without pulling away from the kiss, you plucked a feather about the size of his hand from his wings, running a finger down the stem, brushing it against the little red bristles. Soft against your finger, yet forcing Keigo's restrained cock to grow even harder than he ever thought possible.

You slowly pulled back from the kiss, taking his lower lip hostage between your teeth, tugging it as far as it could go before finally releasing it. You felt Keigo's hot breaths fanning out across your face, and your grin only grew. You loved breaking him apart, the strong, well-put-together Hawks was an act only for the cameras, only you could ever know the real him, the horny, whiny, needy baby he truly was.

"Look at you, falling apart already? I've barely done shit to you."

"Fuck- that's just 'cause it's you~" he purred

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, doll." Your shit-eating smirk only grew, and Keigo could feel himself melting into the couch cushions. "C'mon, take 'em off, you're a big boy, I'm sure you can do it yourself."

He nodded, hands flying away from your shirt and grappling with his belt buckle faster than you could say 'Hawks.' He tossed his belt behind the couch, not caring if it hit anything, and quickly shimmied out of his pants and underwear, letting them pool around his ankles. His cock slapped against his stomach, six inches and throbbing.

Looks like his prediction was correct. He was naked. You were not. You didn't look like you were planning on undressing anytime soon, which left Keigo feeling slightly disappointed. However, any negative emotions vanished the second you ran his bright red feather down his nose, over his lips, then under his chin. He knew immediately you were trying to lift his face with the feather, despite the single feather not being strong enough by itself, not unless it was under his control. But he was not in control, you were, and fuck it if that wasn't the best part.

"Good boy~" you praised him, sliding a hand up his bare thigh, brushing it carelessly close to his dick. He bit his lip, eyes flicking between your hand and your eyes.

"Please, please touch me," he whispered, slightly embarrassed by the situation. It had been a long while since you'd last had sex, and an even longer while since you had been the dom. He'd all but forgotten how to properly beg. You could tell.

"Come on, doll, I know you can ask me nicely, or at least better than that." He groaned, hands gripping your hips and attempting to tug you into his lap, a plan formulating in his head that ended in an amazing thighjob. But his plans never worked, not at least with you involved. No, you were too stubborn, one of the many things he loved about you. But not really in this precise situation.

"Nah ah ah~ hands off the merchandise." Your hand squeezed his thigh again, twice this time. That was all he needed to let go. He found purchase in a nearby pillow, moving it behind him and tugging on the little dangly bits on the corners. He forgot what they were called but he was ninety-five percent sure it started with a 'D' or something.

"Fuck, please, I need it, you know I need it, I-I've been nothing but good all day, please touch me, please~" He whined, eyebrows furrowing. That plus his reddened cheeks made just the cutest face. You couldn't wait to make his eyes go crooked and for him to drool.

"That's it, good boy~" You ran the tip of the feather up his cock, circling the tip. He shivered in response, biting back a loud moan. "Come on, don't make me mad, vibrate yourself with your feather~" you cooed, teasing tone making his stomach churn in the best way possible.

He bit his lip, looking down at the feather slowly circling the tip of his dick. It had already nudged his foreskin downwards, leaving the red skin fully exposed. He took a deep breath, trying to block out your presence, and how hard he was, just focusing on the single red feather, twirling around in loops.

He felt it twitch against his skin, before finally starting to shake, then at last it was vibrating. He twitched it away from his dick, slightly nervous about how it might feel. You sighed, pressing it directly onto the little hole at the tip.

"Ghhh- oh fuckkkkk~" he moaned, pressing his head against the couch cushions. It felt better than he ever possibly could have imagined. Feeling the feather on his dick, his dick against his feather, it was double the pleasure. He whined loudly when the vibrations suddenly stopped. "Nooooo I want it, bring it back, please," he begged, looking up at you with wide eyes.

"Doll I didn't even do anything. You lost focus. You gotta try a little harder." you said, tapping the feather against him again. Pre-cum stuck to it, making red glisten with a little bit of white. He cursed at the sight (and feeling) of his own pre on his feather.

Soon enough, it started to buzz again. And you put it back on him. This time, you traced it up and down his base, running it over the tip again. One of his hands flew up to his mouth, knuckles pressing against his lips. His hips bucked up against the vibrating feather.

"Ooooohhhhhh fuckfuckfuckfuck so goooood~" he moaned loudly. Again, the buzzing stopped without warning. "Nooo fuck no! I need it please fuck!" He looked like he was on the verge of tears- no way it was really that good. You'd have to ask him to use his feathers on you sometime.

"I know baby, I know," you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. His breath hitched, golden eyes filling with tears of pleasure. "But you gotta focus to get it done, okay?" he nodded, wiping his tears, but he only managed to spread the warm, salty liquid over his face, making him appear even more debauched.

How cute

You wrapped your hand around his dick when it started to vibrate again, the feather curled up between your palm and his dick. Slowly, you began to jerk him off, feeling the feather vibrate faster than you'd felt any toy vibrate, and his dick throbbing and pulsing against you left you feeling like you just might cum in your pants.

"FUCK!" he shouted, back arching off the couch. One of his legs flew upwards, toes curling around the air. He was shaking at this point, looking like he was just on the verge of cumming. "Oh, Godddd fuckkkmeeeee~" he wailed, tears overflowing and falling down his flushed cheeks.

"No god's gonna fuck you, darling, only I will because you belong to me. Isn't that right?" You pulled on his hair and his moans grew louder, the vibrations intensifying, which you thought was impossible at the rate it had been buzzing against your skin and his.

"Youuuuu fuck- I- I belong to youuuu~" he moaned, hiccuping a little.

"Fuck, you're so fucking cute like this, so adorable when you fall apart beneath me, gonna break soon?" He sniffed loudly, nodding. His moan broke out into a disappointed wail when the vibrations stopped again. He tried to get it to move but it just wasn't going to. You opened your palm, revealing the feather, the stem bent awkwardly. Hawks sighed, sadness filling his eyes.

"I was just 'bout to cum too..." he whimpered.

"Oh, you'll still cum. We don't need anything else between us anymore~" you tossed the feather aside before spitting into your palm, beginning to jerk him off again. It certainly didn't feel nearly as good as it did with the feather, but at this point, he was so close he just couldn't give two fucks about how good it felt, just that it would get him where he needs.

"Oh yes yes yes fuck yes more more- gonna cum gonna cum ooooh fuck baby you're gonna make me cum!" He cried out, bucking up into your hand, sobbing as pre ran down the sides of his dick and onto your fingers.

You pulled him to you by his hair, loving the loud moan he let out from the pain. You pressed your lips right up against his ear.

"Then fucking cum, my baby boy~" you purred seductively. Moments later, his whole body spasmed, legs shaking violently and wings flaring outwards. He wailed, screaming as he finally came into your hand, white ribbons landing on his legs, stomach, and even a little on the couch. Subconsciously, he knew he'd have to clean that up later, but he was not about to worry about that right now.

"Godamn! If that wasn't the hottest thing I've ever seen!" you exclaimed, truly in awe at just how good his orgasm looked. He had gone limp, flopped back against the couch, and panting. You pulled your hand away from his dick, licking away the bits of cum from your skin before sitting down next to him, tugging his body closer to you.

"Unf, that was the best damn orgasm of my life," he murmured, voice a little hoarse.

"Looked like it, you alright darling? Can I get you anything? Water, blankets, bath?" You worried a little, hoping you didn't completely brain-fuck him.

"Jus' some cuddles." his head flopped down on your shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as he yawned.

"Hey birdie, don't fall asleep on me," you chuckled. "We still gotta get you all cleaned up and put in bed."

"Not... a problem..." he whispered, breath tickling your skin as he nodded off.

"Heh, that's a problem," you smiled affectionately. He deserved his rest. You resolved to stay still for a little while, then clean him up as gently as you could before carrying him to bed. He wasn't that heavy, after all. "I love you, my darling Keigo~" you whispered, resting your head on top of his and closing your eyes.

Maybe the mess could be cleaned tomorrow, you were also very tired.

[icedthoma]

28 and thoma!!

pairing: thoma x reader

prompt: pressing their foreheads together

notes: spoilers for the second half of the archon quest! you have been warned. 

also anon,,,,your brain <3 tysm for requesting him

the hours following thoma’s arrest under the vision hunt decree had been the worst--and longest--hours of your entire life. it killed you to have to stay behind and wait with ayaka, to trust that the traveler would return with him safely, but you too were too closely associated with the kamisato family to make any moves against the raiden shogun yourself. 

so, for the next three hours, you waited in the komore teahouse, hoping to celestia that the traveler would be successful in returning your lover to you. 

ayaka had been pacing the room for several minutes now, having long since abandoned the seat prepared for her at the tea table. the occasional flutter of her fan sounded every few steps as she repeatedly opened and closed it, probably just to give her anxious mind a physical outlet. 

after a few more moments, her fan decidedly snapped closed, and she turned to you with a determined look in her eyes. “i am going to return home. there is...there are some things i need to prepare.”

you slowly nodded, an unspoken agreement between the two of you passing by in a heartbeat before she dashed away in a flurry of ice and snow. if...no, when thoma escaped from the shogun’s military forces, he’d certainly need to go undercover for quite some time. the kamisato family’s resources and influence would definitely be more of use to him than anything you could do. 

you slammed your fist onto the table (despite how you knew taroumaru hated it whenever people did that) and glared down at your half empty teacup, the liquid inside long gone cold. just to think--the three of you had been enjoying hotpot with the traveler just the other day...

taroumaru barked from where he sat at the teahouse’s reception. 

“i know, i know!” you yelled back. “am i not allowed to vent my frustration just this once?”

a voice came from outside your room, despite you and taroumaru being the teahouse’s only inhabitants at the moment. “shh! taroumaru, not so loud--”

you almost tripped over your feet at the speed in which you threw open the door to the main lobby, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of thoma himself standing with his hands held defensively in front of the dog. his eyes flicked to yours and the biggest grin spread onto his face as you rushed forward, letting out a small “oomph” as you collided with him.

“how dare you scare me and miss kamisato in this way,” you demanded, burying your face in his chest to distract from the growing moisture in your eyes. “we were so worried, and this close to storming the ceremony ourselves--” 

"i have no doubt the two of you would have if the traveler hadn’t been so gracious to step in,” thoma said with a breathless laugh. “i thought i was a goner for sure, though it was quite the close call.”

“hey, wait--what are you doing here, anyway?” you asked incredulously. “don’t get me wrong, i’m so glad to see you, but they’ll be looking for you everywere! miss kamisato should have something planned for your concealment, so why didn’t you head there right...away?”

you trailed off as he leaned down to rest his forehead against yours, eyes tightly shut and hands tightening their grip on your shoulders. his usual lighthearted demeanor was gone, replaced by the cold reality of what the two of you were against. “because, i had to see you. one last time.”

“thoma...”

he swallowed hard, a sad smile gracing his face as he opened his eyes to look directly at you. “i don’t know where our lady will send me, but i didn’t want to disappear on you without at least saying...”

goodbye. 

you slowly moved your hands to cup his face, noticing how he melted into your touch immediately. turning his head to the side, he pressed a light kiss to the palm of your hand before withdrawing. 

“see you later, y/n,” he breathed, swiftly exiting the teahouse. the glow of his pyro vision was the last thing you saw before the door shut behind him. 

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[1d-discourseoftheday]

💙 Tues 5 Jan ‘21 💚

Is today's biggest story really a pair of socks I mean WHY NOT am I right, that may as well happen! With impeccable timing, as the fandom and the world went bananas about Ho-livia WildStyle (a drag queen name for the ages right there), the first of the limited edition TPWK socks that people ordered basically on blind faith (you fully couldn't tell what they were going to look like at all on the website, and now we know why lmao) have arrived with a bang: they seemed to come with either blue or pink hearts, but in fact it turns out you get one of two color combos, either pink and white or, uh: BLUE AND GREEN HEARTS. I'm not one to carry on about like jeans and a green shirt or what have you but this is a CHOICE, and if the antis don't have performative burnings of their evil larrie merch honestly WHAT is the POINT; the resale market of the limited edition socks is already booming though so there's always that option, if either side can bear to conduct business across the divide. My question is, did they really time it to play out this precisely on purpose? Unlikely tbh, but if that's a thing they're capable of I have some THOUGHTS about the way other Harry merch takes like 4 months to arrive...

Larrie socks aside however, the real discourse continues to be about you-know-what, with the players out there fanning the flames wildly. There's too much nonsense to bother with it all (the quoted sources in the articles directly contradicting each other's stories also makes it difficult) so let's just... *spins wheel*....okay I landed on 'tabloids say Harry's wedding speech talked about his girlfriend Olivia' here goes. Sjksdfjks WHY would you be talking about your girlfriend of three weeks in a speech for your close friends' wedding, OMG, how uncomfortable and inappropriate is that?? Imagine if any of this were real, that Harry ('I'd take my time and make sure a thing was serious before telling people about it', end quote, I mean that's ALSO a stunt quote (oh the layers) but just pointing out that it's contradictory) starts dating his co-worker who just got out of a huge relationship and is also a famous person with presumably an interest in privacy, and immediately the two of you get to work setting up a big reveal to happen right away (even in a weird fantasy world where any of this is real the possibility that JEFF AZOFF'S WEDDING had the paps present for any other reason than to do EXACTLY what they were told is flat impossible- what pap or celeb outlet can afford to be on Jeff's bad list?!) and then he casually writes her into his speech (a guy who's so anxious and shy about public speaking and what to say that he begs people to write speeches for him and practices endlessly) uh huh, sure Jan. There are so many things about this that are ludicrous, but more to the point, none of the things they're saying hold up to scrutiny any better than this. There just isn't any point in taking them that seriously though; Harry is a closeted artist and, just like the many queer artists that came before him who he repeatedly reminds us are his icons, he both lets us know all day every day in a million ways that he's queer, and also plays the industry game and winkingly gives the press their Straight Guy Harry fodder. You don't have to like it, or indeed anything at all in this world, but people do need to accept that whether they like it or not is neither the point nor anyone (including Harry)'s responsibility to respond to or do anything about.

Like I said I can't cover every detail but! I always have a little space for the absurd: today, our best entrant is the possibility that the whole wedding we saw was a sham– fans ask, was this public spectacle Jeff and Glenne's actual wedding? Listen if anyone would be up for it it would be this crew, and if they did stage it I'm sure they had a good laugh! Suspicion has been cast on Glenne's dress (allegedly an untailored 2018 off the rack number), the small guest list (wouldn't they just wait and have a huge event?), and the fact that they invited paps there at all. It would make the no explanation robe pics EVEN FUNNIER though if you imagine that was for our benefit but left totally unadressed (undressed). ANYWAY Don't Worry Darling filming is back in business and Harry was papped some more today, out for a casual not at all pap walk hike with a work associate and multiple items of his own merch (including an unreleased hoodie design.) On the topic of DWD, sometimes a different perspective can be interesting-- for example considering whether Harry is the point of all this at all? Or is he but a bit player in the real DWD publicity drama, an elaborate and very public dramatic reconciliation between Olivia and her ex husband? Either way, he's neither a clueless dupe, a helpless pawn, or anyone's 'boy toy', so please: can we rein in the hand wringing and pointless Olivia bashing a bit?

Let's talk about something else shall we? For example! Liam's setlist, just released for the upcoming LP Show Act 4. Look at that song selection! Fireproof! Strong!! Through The Dark!! More exciting 1D faves! Plus Slow and Home With You off his EP, NICE, singles and more, it looks awesome. The Hugo Man fragrance relaunch is less exciting, featuring the dopiest possible articles full of chat about his skin care routine (oh shucks I'm just  manly man, I don't have one at all... *names two products and refers to 'multiple moisturizers'*), trademark accidental candor (“I’m quite tired!”), and of course trying to describe a fragrance, always an entertaining gymnastics (“every time I spray it, it kind of takes me back to being on that rooftop in Berlin”), but also there are manly new pics of Lia.

A new song Niall co-wrote is coming out! The JC Stewart song, Break My Heart, will be out this Fri! Charlie Lightening posted pics from a year ago on the Walls music video set, featuring an intent Louis in the sun (and fashion voter underrated excellent Looks), and Louis commented on Dave Allen's post (“top man!”)-- the famous boxer is offering to help friends through lockdown by facetiming 3or 4 people a day for home workouts, damn, and also aww. That shitty Doncaster secondary school turned out some really sweet dudes, against all odds tbh. With Los Angeles experiencing some of the worst COVID surges we've seen since the beginning of the pandemic, Grammys organizers have elected to postpone the (already limited) ceremony. Originally scheduled for Jan 31 it is now TBA, tentatively for March. Harry's stalker, who menaced him in and near his London home in 2019, is being charged with violating his restraining order by attempting to contact Harry via social media, Global Fund for Women thanked Harry for donating, and HLDaily and other accounts were suspended for posting pap pics, always a risk, but one trick potato Jeff is on the job; HSD is back up and running, cause they can't have a proper stunt season without their most faithful mouthpieces. Niall continues to vote for himself on twitter threads about what to listen to in the New Year.

[spices-and-cherries]

Being domestic with Benoit Blanc would include...

There’s not nearly enough content for this wonderful man and so here I am, making it myself. I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: Fluff

- You! Have! Matching! Mugs! You had seen a nice mug set for couples and had asked Benoit if he’d be okay with it. He said yes! A few months later, he had come home from a trip and surprised you with a new set. He bought them as a souvenir and thought you’d like them. Now, you have four sets. If it weren’t for the fact that you don’t really need an exorbitant amount of mugs, you’d probably have more.

- He’s messy. Not in a bad or gross way, he just tends to be disorganized. He’s one of those people who know exactly where everything is even though the place looks like a train wreck. It’s for that exact reason that you don’t go into his office very often (unless it’s to bring him a snack).

- His closet, on the other hand, is very neat. It’s most because he doesn’t have much there to begin with. He just sticks with what he likes and only gets new clothes when he really needs to. That being said, he has one drawer from your dresser just for his ties. He usually picks them out based on his mood and he takes his time to choose the right one. Pro Tip: Get him one for the holidays or for his birthday. He’ll wear it for a week straight.

- He doesn’t tend to take cases that are out of the region. He likes being in the comfort of his home and you - it helps him think better than some hotel room. He always asks if he can talk his thoughts out loud and you almost always say yes. It didn’t take long for him to start bouncing ideas off of you.

- He loves helping you out with your job just as much as you helping him. He’ll listen to you with all of his attention when you feel you need to go through your presentation just one more time. He likes to learn and likes to hear your voice. It makes him feel better about him always talking about cases - he doesn’t want you to feel like he’s taking and not giving. Of course, you’ve never thought that because you love to hear him talk and to see him get excited.

- You’ve split the chores and do as much of it as possible on Saturday. The both of you try to make it as fun as possible with music playing or having jeopardy in the background (the winner gets a forehead kiss). There is no laundry machine in your apartment, so you have to go downstairs. Folding and hanging it when it’s done, while a bit tedious, is the best part. You get to rest a little and talk about the week or anything new that’s caught your interest.

- At some point, you get a cat. He has short hair and is a sand color. His name is Sleuth. You and Benoit took almost a week to find the perfect name. You take turns feeding him and taking care of the litterbox. Sleuth is pretty affectionate and will most definitely sit on you as you cuddle on the couch. You may or may not have a folder of Sleuth and Benoit napping together saved on your phone. When you need to take five at work, it’s usually the first thing you go to. They make you feel fuzzy inside.

- You really want to have at least one plant, but Benoit doesn’t have the attention span and you’ve always had bad luck with them. You settle on a nice arrangement of cacti instead. They sit along the windowsill in the living room.

- He always let you use the bathroom first. You never really understood it so one day you dragged him in with you so you could brush your teeth together. Now, it’s a daily routine. Maybe you’ll shave at the same time or do your make-up next to him. This is also how you got him into skincare. He has very delicate skin, but he always stuck with moisturizer. You offer some of your foam cleanser and he accepts out of curiosity. He ends up liking it, so you buy another bottle. He was very touched.

- After getting sleuth, he brushes the hair off his favorite coat every morning. You end up getting him a lint roller because it was getting a little ridiculous.

- You now have an affinity for cigars. He usually smokes them outside out of concern for your shared space - not to mention Sleuth. You find that the smell of cigar smoke and his aftershave becomes very comforting. Maybe at some point you’ll give it a try. Maybe you’ll even enjoy it or decide to save it for special occasions. If you are ever curious about cigars, he would be more than happy to tell you anything you want to know.

- Benoit is sober. He finds that alcohol can mess with his brain and he doesn’t like the feeling of not being in complete control of himself or having no awareness of what’s around him. He totally respects it if you do enjoy a glass of wine with dinner or relaxing with a can of beer. For fancy occasions, like an anniversary or a holiday dinner, he may have a glass of wine and actually enjoy it. While he doesn’t have a lot of experience with wine, he does like white over red because it’s not as bitter. Either way, he’s the most content with his cigars.

- Sometimes, when the both of you can afford to stay up late, you put on a movie. While he enjoys mysteries, he has a strong affinity for older comedies and musicals. They remind him of his childhood. Some of his favorites are My Fair Lady (1964), Harvey (1950), and anything Charlie Chaplin. He also enjoys more modern comedies, not just because of the humor, but because you were the one to recommend them. He makes sure that there’s always enough popcorn and blankets and enough space for Sleuth to join you. These little dates are some of your favorites.

- You’re not the biggest fan of shoes in the apartment - you like to keep them by the door. Benoit makes an effort to remember to take his off when he comes home.

- He likes hearing you sing, whether it’s while you work or washing the dishes. He’ll try to keep as quite as possible so you won’t stop. On the rare occasion that you spot him and continue singing (you usually clam up immediately), he’ll sing or hum along.

- He’s really good at listening. If you are crying, he’ll just hold you close to him, rubbing your back or kissing the top of your head. He’ll wait until you want to talk and always knows what to say or when to not say anything at all. It’s not often that he himself will cry. If something happened at work, he won’t talk much. It doesn’t happen a lot, but you can see the tells and will let him have his space. You might have to baby him a little to get him to eat because he will forget. When the two of you go to bed, he becomes the little spoon and will melt into your arms. You’ll rub his back and run your hand comfortingly through his hair.

- He’s not super into PDA, but loves cuddles. He likes to be the little spoon when you’re on the couch taking a nap. He loves having your hands running through his hair. If you two are sitting, you’ll be resting your head on his shoulder and your arms around his. In bed, unless he’s sad, he is the big spoon. He like feeling like he’s protecting you. He will make you wear socks if your toes are cold, but finds it amusing if they end up anywhere but your feet by morning.

- He radiates heat. You end up eating less pasta during summer because for some reason it makes him almost unbearably warm. It makes him sad that you are less willing to cuddle with him as a result. But in winter, it’s a whole other story. It’s the best time to cuddle because he’s almost like a weighted blanket. Hot cocoa, blankets, a movie and Benoit Blanc equal a wonderful winter weekend. It’s also the only time of the year that you demand he holds your hand when you find yourselves outside. At first, bless his heart, he thought it was because you kept forgetting your gloves (which was partly true) and kept reminding you to not forget them - he grabbed them himself at one point. If you just tell him you want to hold his hand, he’ll understand a lot quicker.

- He’s not very good in the kitchen. You try and teach him, but at this point, it’s a lost cause. He makes up for it by cleaning up the mess after. However, if you decide to do something super easy, you like to make him wear your ‘kiss the chef’ apron because it absolutely looks better on him than you.

Please feel free to send me requests or ideas! I really liked making this one, so I might do a Part 2... 

- Simpy

[dorotontheglow]

skincare

my skin is glowing. i have a rare aura that everyone wants to be around. i am loved and adored by so many people. i am always calm and peaceful. i work on myself for myself. i eat plenty of fruits and veggies, as well as some sweets when i feel like it.i am a hydrated queen. i get enough sleep, my skin looks so youthful. i read and watch videos to noruish my mind. so many opportunities come my way. people are always kind to me and want to help me.

face

1. i'll try to be a minimalist with my skincare routine. i really like putting alot of products on my face but sometimes i get lazy and my 10 step skincare routine becomes a 3 step routine.

2. i'll focus on hydrating more. i have dry skin so hydrating should be the most important thing in my routine but recently i've realized that's not the case at all. i cleanse my skin twice and then i do clay mask and stuff like that and apply moisturizer. now, i'll cleanse my skin once, hydrate it with a moisturizer and oils and sheet masks.

3. cold showers!!! i'm not a fan of them at all but the thing is that i love to burn myself when i'm in the shower which is not good at all. so i'll try to take more cold (or warm) showers. i'll also be better for my skin.

body

i always forget about my body.

1. shave&wax regularly. i love smooth, hairless, glowing skin. so this step is important.

2. laser hair removal!!! 1-2 years ago i bought a laser hair removal thing but i wasn't doing it regularly so i actually couldn't get rid of my body hair. however i've started again with my armpits and after my university enterance exam i'll start doing my bikini area, belly, legs, and arms. i'm really excited to turn into a hairless chicken.

3. moisturize after every shower. one of the biggest mistakes i've done with my body-care routine was not to moisturize my body after showers. especially since i'm taking really hot showers my skin needs it A LOT.

overall

1. water, water, water. i don't drink water, i don't know if it's because i don't like it or i always forget about it but i just don't drink water. however, these days i've started drinking water more which is good!

2. diet. i'll start a diet after the university exam to get in shape but it's also gonna be effective for my skin. i won't put anything that's not good for my skin in my diet. i'll try to eat more fruits and veggies and i won't eat processed food, chocolate, chips and diary.

3. less stress & more sleep. now what i mean by more sleep... i sleep around 4-6 hours a day and IT IS BAD. i feel sick if i don't get that 8 hour sleep. sleep is also crucial for skin.

4. sunscreen. i onyl applied sunscreen on vacations and even there i didn't apply it the correct way. but now, i have more knowledge and i'll find a good hydrating sunscreen after the university exam and apply it every single day.

and that's it i guess!

concluison

i'll be done with my university exam at the end of june and i'll devote all of my time to better myself both physically and mentally after that.

in the month of july, i'll focus mostly on my skincare and losing weight&getting in shape.

i hope by the end of july, atleast 80% of my skin would be clear and i'd lose 10 kgs.

[beelsnack]

Hi!!! I LOVE UR WRITING AND I MEAN A LOT! Its the first time EVER I ask for something and I know you are the right person! I don't know if you can write a HC of a female MC or it NEEDS to be neutral but just in case: How would the brothers react to a fem MC who is like"flat", (almost no breasts) and is super insecure? If you only write neutral, how would they react if MC was insecure because they have no curves at all and they think they are plain? THANKS A LOT 💞💞

Omg I’m??? So honored?? Thank you so much, I hope I can live up to the praise. ^////^

Yeah, I can def write a female MC! My only rule regarding MC’s gender is that you specify in the request if you want a certain gender for the MC. Other than that, I default to gender neutral pronouns!

I feel like I kind of mixed the two versions of your request together without meaning to, lol. This ended up being more like a fem MC who thinks they are plain. I hope you like it regardless!

I’m sorry this took so long, friend. I was in a bit of a creative slump and I wanted to put my all into your request!

CW: Suggestive situations, but nothing explicit

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Lucifer: “Come on, stop staring.”

Lucifer smirked from his position beneath her, using one arm to prop himself up while the other reached up to trail along her jaw. “Am I not allowed to admire your beauty?”

“I’m not beautiful,” she muttered, glancing away shyly. In the heat of the moment, both of them had discarded a majority of their clothes, but now that she had a moment to think, she hesitated. “Especially not compared to you.”

“I wasn’t aware that our relationship was a beauty contest,” he sat up fully, brow creased in concern. His hands made their way to her waist, steadying her as she straddled his lap. “Tell me what’s on your mind, my dear.”

She bit her lip, face growing warm. “It’s just…wouldn’t you prefer someone more…more?”

“My dear,” he chuckled lowly. “You are already quite the handful.”

“I meant…physically.” she crossed her arms over her chest, and Lucifer couldn’t tell if it was a subconscious gesture or not. “I’m not exactly…you know, well endowed.”

He was quiet for a moment before sighing and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “If I wanted to be with someone based solely on appearance, I have my pick of the whole Devildom. You, my dear, are the only one who had managed to enrapture me with more than just your pretty face.”

Mammon: “Hey, human! Check it out!”

Mammon actually knocked on the door while he spoke, they were making progress.

She looked up from her schoolwork and smiled at him. “What’s up?”

“The Great Mammon is on the front cover of Devil Today, that’s what!” he tossed the magazine he had been carrying on top of their textbook. Splayed across the front in full color was Mammon, staring coolly over his sunglasses at the camera. The only change from his normal attire was swapping out his normal brown and white jacket for a black leather one, so it was clearly supposed to look casual.

Her eyes drifted from Mammon’s picture to beautiful demoness hanging off of his arm. She was exactly what a model should be - tall, slender, well-endowed, the works. The human felt a surge of jealousy climb up their throat, and she had to struggle to force in down.

“Hey, hey,” Mammon planted his palm flat on her desk, leaning down so he was eye-level with her. “What’s with that face?”

“What face?”

“The face yer makin’.” he frowned. “You look like you just took a bite out of something rotten.”

Her eyes flicked back to the glossy magazine cover. “Nothing. The picture looks great, Mammon.”

“You really think you’re getting out of this that easily?” he might lack common sense, but Mammon could read facial expressions and nervous tics like most people read books. “Come on, tell me what’s up.”

“I just…” she sighed, slumping back in her desk chair. “I keep wondering when you’re going to dump me for one of these amazing models you work with.”

Mammon’s eyes went wide behind his glasses. “You’re kidding me, right?”

When she shrugged and looked away, he huffed and took her hand. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. I wouldn’t trade you for anything.”

“Even Goldie?”

“Hey now, don’t be cruel!”

Leviathan: Was she really getting jealous over an anime girl?

A quick glance at the screen in front of them told her that yes, yes she was.

“Whoa, I, um…!” Levi gulped, scrambling for the pause button. The main couple was in a locker room, the girl clad in nothing but a pair on gym shorts and a flimsy tank top. There had been plot that lead up to this scene, but she had stopped paying attention a while ago.

“The reviews didn’t say anything about an r18 scene…” Levi mumbled, face turning bright red. She could see his bright orange eyes flick over to her briefly before he desperately searched for anything else to look at. “Oh, man. Ohhhh man…”

“Levi?” she gently placed a hand on his arm, and she felt him tense, but he didn’t pull away. Maybe the exposure therapy WAS working. “You good?”

“I-I-I…” he kept looking back and forth between her and the screen, face getting redder with each pass. Yup, he was definitely comparing.

Almost instinctively, she curled in on herself. Of course, she should have known she couldn’t even begin to compare to a 2D girl.

“Ah, wait, no, don’t look like that!” Levi stammered. “I just, um…th-this is the first time…I’ve thought the 2D one was…b-b-better…”

She stared at him for a solid thirty seconds before her brain caught up with what was happening and her face grew just as hot as Levi’s looked. “…Oh…”

Satan: Well, someone was certainly popular.

Satan had asked her to go to a new cat cafe that was opening up after classes had ended. He always took a bit longer to reach the entrance since his last class was all the way across the campus, so she had found herself a nice bench to sit on and read while she waited. It was only a few minutes before the doors opened to reveal Satan…

And a whole group of succubi.

Obviously, since he was one of the Seven Rulers of Hell, Satan got quite a bit of attention. Although she didn’t want to admit it out loud, the thought of him surrounded by demons whose literal reason for living was to turn people on made her feel a bit…inadequate.

One of them had linked her arm with his, manicured claws drumming along his forearm and she smiled coyly up at him. They were too far away for the human to hear the conversation, but the way her glossy lips pouted cutely up at him certainly didn’t make the human feel any better.

As they descended the stairs onto the cobblestone walkway, Satan’s eyes met her. Almost immediately, the vaguely irritated expression he had been wearing melted into something warm and he shook the succubus off of his arm without a second thought.

“Hey, sorry for making you wait.” he was at her side in a second, extending a hand to help her up from the bench. “Were you here long?”

“Only a few minutes,” she peeked over his shoulder at the fan club that was slowly morphing into an angry mob. “Um…”

“They’ll get over it,” he held onto her hand as they began walking, leaning over to kiss her temple. “Come on, let’s go. What were you reading?”

Maybe she didn’t have anything to worry about.

Asmodeus: This was a mistake.

A new nightclub had opened up in the Devildom Cultural District, and as Devilgram’s biggest influencer, Asmo had gotten some VIP tickets. He had practically begged her to come, since it was so rare that she wasn’t bogged down with homework and other mundane things. The thought of going clubbing with a bunch of demons made her feel a bit queasy, but she had agreed anyway.

Of course, Asmo was taking forever to get here. Knowing him, he was still in the bath. But, her name was on the VIP list, so the bouncer had let her stand behind the rope to wait for her date.

She watched as what seemed like every Devilgram model was let into the club. She couldn’t hear anything being said over the pounding base of the music, but she had caught enough disparaging glances to get the general idea that she was being judged.

She probably looked like a kid playing dress up compared to everyone else. Although she had thought that she looked fairly decent when she had checked herself out in the mirror before leaving, being surrounded by the Devildom’s best and brightest put a very unflattering filter over her self image.

“There you are!”

She jumped as Asmo appeared in front of her. She had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t noticed the bouncer let him in. He looked stunning, as always, hair curled stylishly and already long lashes made even longer with mascara. Honestly, this man could show up in a garbage bag and make it the next fashion trend.

“Ooh, that dress looks amazing on you, darling!” he pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, briefly overwhelming her senses with the smell of his cologne. “I’ve never seen you wear that color before! Look at you, stepping out of your comfort zone.”

“Thanks, Asmo,” she laughed. “You look amazing too.”

“Don’t I?” he held out his arm for her hold onto like a proper gentleman. “I tried this new moisturizer today, and it’s a miracle-worker! You have to try it.”

“Is that Lord Asmodeus?”

“Of course it is, any club owner worth their salt would invite him for the opening!”

“Who’s that mousey little thing with him though?”

She could only catch snippets of conversations, but the Devildom rumor mill was already turning. She couldn’t help but frown, tucking herself closer to Asmo’s side.

“Don’t listen to them, darling,” he leaned down to whisper-yell into her ear. “They’re just jealous, and jealousy doesn’t look good on anyone.”

Beelzebub: This was the last time she was working out with Beel.

It might have been different if they were working out at the House, but being surrounded by demonic weightlifters made her feel a special kind of incompetent.

Everyone in the gym looked like they should be starring in a weight loss infomercial, but she felt like she was the before picture and everyone else was the after. She was wearing a baggy T-shirt that she was pretty sure wasn’t even hers and basketball shorts. Everyone around her was all toned muscles and six packs, and her arms felt rubbery just from a few reps with a five pound weight.

“You need some water.”

Someone of Beel’s size had no right to be as sneaky as he was. She hadn’t even heard him set down his weight, and suddenly he was standing in front of her holding out a water bottle.

“Thanks.” she sighed, setting down her weight. She hadn’t realized how thirsty she was until she took a drink. “Man, I feel tired already.”

“You’re doing good,” Beel smiled. “Maybe next time you can try the ten-pound weights.”

Just the thought made her biceps twinge. “Maybe…”

“You don’t have to feel self-conscious.”

“Huh?” Damn him and his unexpected perceptiveness.

He sat down next to her on the bench, popping the cap on his own water bottle. “You were looking around at everyone else, and you had this look on your face like you just ate something bad.”

“I’m that obvious, huh?” she laughed weakly.

“Not really,” he shrugged. “I was watching you.”

“You were?” she had been too busy comparing herself to everyone else to notice.

He nodded. “I like how you look when you’re determined. It’s…cute isn’t the right word, but…”

She couldn’t help but laugh, bumping him with her shoulder. “I get it. Thanks Beel.”

Belphegor: “Hey, come on, wake up!”

Sometimes she swore Belphie purposely fell asleep whenever it was the most inconvenient for other people.

She honestly didn’t know when he was conked out, but he was deep in slumber by the time she closed the textbook she had been using to fill out her study guide. He had folded his arms on the library table that the two of them had commandeered and pillowed his head on top of them.

“Why do I even bother…?” she sighed. Even so, she poked his cheek. “Belphie, come on. They’re going to close the library soon.”

He mumbled, but stubbornly remained asleep. Growling under her breath, she stood up and placed both of her hands on his shoulders.

“Bel. Phe. Gor,” she punctuated each syllable of his name with a shake of his shoulders. Finally, he groaned, one drowsy amethyst eye blinking up at her.

“Man, I was having a really good dream…”

She huffed, crossing her arms. “Were you even sleep long enough to dream? We’ve only been here for an hour or so.”

“O ye of little faith.” he yawned, sitting up. “I guess it’s best you woke me up, it wasn’t a dream I should be having in public.”

“Please tell me you weren’t having a wet dream in the school library.”

“Mm,” he smirked up at her. “It wasn’t a wet dream yet. More like moist.”

“Gross.”

“Well, I thought it was pleasant.”

She rolled her eyes, beginning to gather up the books she had spread across the table. Belphie continued to watch her through heavy-lidded eyes.

“You were really cute in my dream.” he finally said. “Not that you aren’t cute in real life, but still.”

She paused. “You were dreaming about me?”

“Who else would I dream about?”

“Literally anyone else.” she frowned, refusing to look at him as she shoved all of her supplies back into her bag. “I’ve seen some of the succubi around here, there are way better options.”

“Do you really think that?” Belphie reached out and grabbed her wrist. He wore his usual disinterested frown, but there was genuine concern shining in his eyes. “You really think I would trade you in for a bigger pair of tits attached to a screeching harpy?”

She just shrugged.

“If this was just about how you looked,” he stood, still holding onto her wrist. “Do you really think I would sacrifice my precious nap time to study with you?”

“Well, I mean, you still had your nap time…”

“That’s beside the point.”

[hepburnwritess]

Big Fan

Pairing: Schmidt x reader

Request: You are a famous actress who has been friends with Jess for years. She finally invites you to the loft to meet her roommates, which include a big fan of yours who happens to be pretty cute too.

Tagged: @badboysdoitbetter2 thank you for the request!!

A/N: I love writing for this show! New Girl requests are open!

It had been quite some time since you had seen your friend Jess. Actually, it had probably been a small handful of years since the two of you had met up face to face. You had always kept up with occasional phone calls and FaceTime sessions though. You had been the first person she called when she found out about Spencer. And you know *all* about her crazy, current living situation at the loft with three guys she met on Craiglist. The very same loft you now stood outside of.

"Guys, so my friend Y/N is coming to stay for a couple of days. And I beg you to not be weird," Jess was just finishing up her spiel to the guys about keeping things relatively normal while you were around.

"Jess, come on," Nick chuckled. "Give us some credit! We are not that bad."

"You don't understand. My friend Y/N... she - well, just don't be weird around her. That's all I ask," Jess threw her hands up in defeat, for she was at a loss for words how to tell her roommates that one of her longest childhood friends was Y/N Y/L/N, the famous actress she knew her roommates would know.

Then came a knock at the door and Jess ran to it faster than the guys could blink. She swung the door open and enveloped you in a tight hug. "Y/N! I cant believe you're here, I've missed you so much!"

"I know! Me too! Of all the times I've been here in L.A. and just never been able to meet up! Totally unfair. But I'm so glad I'm here now!" You said as you pulled way from Jess to smile widely at her.

Jess then stepped to the side so you could enter the loft and as you did, you heard a sharp gasp. Your eyes immediately flew up to meet those of a dark haired man in between two other men. They were all looking like they had just seen a deer in the headlights, but the one in the middle wore an expression that looked both like delight and that he may also faint at any moment.

You glanced back at Jess who definitely was now wearing a sheepish look. "I may have sort of not mentioned exactly who you were." She admitted before stepping in front of you and then gesturing to each of the guys. "Y/N, this is Winston, Schmidt, and Nick!"

Before you could formally respond, the man in the middle - Schmidt - came forward immediately to shake your hand over enthusiastically. "Hello, I'm Schmidt," he repeated as he shook your hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N."

You were used to fans getting excited around you, but there was something about the way this Schmidt fellow didn't break eye contact with you that was just... different. "Thank you..." you said, holding onto his hand longer than the actual handshake lasted before you both pulled your hands away at the same time. "It's nice to meet you too. All of you," you looked at the others. "Jess has told me so much about you guys."

"Not too much I hope," Nick chuckled nervously. You just winked at him, knowing full well about the teensy crush Jess seemed to harbor on him.

"Schmidt, why don't you help Y/N with her bags. Schmidt is bunking with Winston for the week, and you're sleeping in Schmidt's room," Jess explained. You nodded, curious to see what the inside of Schmidt's bedroom looked like.

Since Schmidt was still standing relatively close to you, he reached for your biggest luggage just as you did (you felt bad making someone you just met carry your luggage.) You both laughed nervously at the happenstance and then you let Schmidt take your luggage as you followed him to through the kitchen.

"Here we go," Winston said aloud as the two of you walked off.

Schmidt's room was impressively clean. You wondered if Jess made him clean it up for you but a part of you felt like this was just how he kept it all the time.

"Su casa es mi casa," Schmidt said as he set your luggage down. "Or rather, bed. My bed is your bed."

You felt your cheeks get a little warm at that. He was ridiculously silly and cute. "Thank you, Schmidt. And thank you for letting me stay in here."

"It's my pleasure," he said as he stuck out his hand again to shake.

You took it just a little hesitantly, if only because you were afraid you wouldn't want to let go and sure enough...

You both shook hands and then while you should have parted again, you didn't. Instead, Schmidt rubbed his thumb over the top of your hand as you stood there for what surely felt like hours. But neither of you made any moves to leave.

"You have soft hands," Schmidt said after a moment.

"So do you," you nearly whispered.

One step forward.

"I have a strict skin regimen," Schmidt whispered back.

Another step closer.

"Oh. You'll have to tell me about that." Your voice was as quiet as a mouse now and it was at the end of that very sentence you realized you were just mere inches away from his face.

"Of course, of course," Schmidt's voice rose slightly. "I moisturize daily, obviously," he began to ramble, you assumed out of nervousness so you gave a gentle tug on his hand you were still holding and pulled him to you until your lips met.

You had kind of kissed strangers before. You were an actor after all. The job sometimes called for it in more romantic rolls. But you had never kissed a stranger outside of acting before. And this was... dang near transcendental. The two of you just... fit.

If ever there was that one kiss you were supposed to feel fireworks, this was it.

You pulled away, no matter how much you didn’t want to and when you did, Schmidt opened his eyes widely.

“Woah - I, uh. Wow.” Schmidt blinked at you.

“Yeah. Wow,” you said back just as taken aback by the near instant connection you both seemed to have.

“Schmidt! Leave Y/N alone and get out here!” There was Jess. Her assuming Schmidt was bothering you brought a smirk to your face.

“Well, uh, welcome, Y/N. I hope you feel right at home here.” Schmidt rambled off once again. It was cute the affect you seemed to have on him.

“Thank you, Schmidt,” you said as he slowly backed up and toward the door. “Oh, and Schmidt?”

He stopped and turned back to look at you.

“Maybe you don’t have to bunk with Winston? You can tell me all about that skin care regimen in here instead?” You smiled at him hopefully.

To your surprise, he returned the smile with a hint of mischievousness behind it. “Did I mention what a huge fan I am of you?”

[wackapedia]

Moving Day

Jin x reader, Fluff, Humor, Supernatural?? 2k words When Jin heard you will be packing up the music room equipment for the new Hybe building, he immediately invited himself to help hang out with you Warnings: Jin gets a little scare, y/n is being thirsty on main

The smell of fresh paint goes straight to your brain the moment you enter the room. You were fairly certain the walls were still moist as you sort out your equipment into your new office. Moving into Big Hit's new office building meant reducing your daily routine of writing and editing music into packing and unpacking boxes of files, equipment, and instruments which was the biggest hassle. Ask Min Yoongi, he agrees. In fact, you held one of the longest conversations with him while helping him sort out the music room of the old Gangnam office late one night. Yes. THAT one night. Big Hit somehow held a paranoia of outsourcing movers to help you to at least find a box for this electronic keyboard. Which is how you ended up with a 5-minute rant hosted by the great SUGA PD. "Security compromise my ass. What are they gonna do, film a building tour while moving up boxes?" Yoongi heaves a sigh, dropping himself like jello among the coiled wires. "Ho boy, you don't know how crazy these media people can go for a glimpse of that building..." You answer, squeezing a roll of wires into the box labelled accordingly before taping it shut and setting it near the door. Just then, Seokjin enters while catching his breath. Sweat caused his shirt to cling to his toned body, making you mutter an 'oh damn' under your breath for the sixth time this evening. "Load up the mixer and the box of wires. We'll find a box for the keyboard tomorrow. I'm starving." Yoongi orders his hyung and then sprawls himself on the floor. "Yah, I'm the one whos supposed to order you around!" Jin positions himself in front of the electric fan, raising his shirt up his chest to dry up his sweat. Oh damn. "You know what, we can just order food here so we can head straight to bed when we get to our homes." You declare. Yoongi groans in approval, crawling his way to his phone to place an order. Jin stacks up the mixer and the box of wires to load it downstairs. "I'll have jajangmyeon!" He tells Yoongi who acknowledges. You try not to observe how Jin's arms flex or how his strong thighs support the weight. "Are you done staring? Can you order now?" Yoongi claps in front of your face. You smack his good shoulder in retaliation. "Stop being rude!" "Ow, did you just hit me?! Show some respect to your elders!" Yoongi playfully reacts. "Well, you weren't a very good example earlier!" -------- Jin knew exactly what he was doing. He was riling you up with his unnecessary grunting, random shirt-raising, and strength-flexing right in front of you. He knew about your crush on him. He just enjoys giving you a show from time to time. Don't get him wrong though, he likes you too. A lot. He thinks you're cute when you pretend to not stare at him at times. No one asked him to help with moving the equipment but as soon as he overheard you talking about packing them up, he invited his handsome self to the party, keeping his eye on a certain Min Yoongi, who may or may not be making a move on you. Jin hoists the boxes up his chest as he makes his way through the hallway, struggling to press the elevator button to open. It was 9:15 pm, no one else was there since the rest of the rooms have been emptied days ago. Jin makes that little surprised squeak when the elevator door opens and reveals you, standing there. "Ah, you scared me there." He says, chuckling. "My hands are full, can you press the basement button?" Jin raises the box and pretends to have an easy time carrying the heavy box. Its showtime. The elevator closes and slowly descends. Seokjin racks his mind for some small talk with you. He hates being put on the spot. "Do you know which floor your new office will be?" He attempts. "I hope it will be near ours..." "Hmm..." Was the only reply he got. You were keeping your head down, probably containing your blush - Jin presumes. The doors open to the basement where a truck was waiting for the last boxes of the day. Jin deposits them on the rear containment before helping the staff driver shut the locks and respectfully thanks him for the job. Just as the truck makes its way out, Jin's phone rings from his pocket. "Y/n ;)" Jin looks back to the now empty elevator whose doors were left open, wondering why were you calling him. His thumb automatically swipes to take the call. Wait, is that... What's that stain on the elevator floor? "Y/n?" Jin answers, moving toward the elevator to investigate the red moisture on the floor. "Jin, the restaurant called, said they ran out of jajangmyeon. Would you like to have udon instead?" Your voice crackles through his phone speakers. Jin's eyebrows knit in confusion. "Noo, its gonna smell like udon around here.." Yoongi whines from the other end. "Its fine, were moving out anyway. Jin? What are you having?" You ask again. "A-are you upstairs? In the music room?" Jin stutters, looking around but finding no one else on the basement parking. "Right where you left us. Udon? Decide now, we're on the phone with the delivery guy!" Jin's brain was short-circuiting in the worst possible way. "Jin? Are you okay? Where are you?" Your worried voice alerts Jin to answer. "I'm at the basement y/n, can you please pick me up?" "O...kay?" "And don't use the elevator! And please stay on the phone..." ------- Your veins suddenly fill with adrenaline upon hearing Jin's shaky voice over the phone. Hopping up from the floor, you sprint out of the room, leaving Yoongi to speak with the delivery guy. "Jin, should I call security?" You stay on the phone as instructed while you make your way down the flight of stairs. "No, just please get over here.." Jin screams as the metal doors of the stairwell scrape against the concrete floor revealing your breathless form. Kim Seokjin rushes over to you and throws his 5'10" self on you. "The hell is going on?!“ you frantically look around the empty parking lot. "You were in the elevator with me and then you, who apparently isn't you, suddenly disappeared and there's blood on the elevator!" Jin's weight drowns you as he struggles to explain what just happened. You were beyond confused but relieved to find Seokjin not mauled by some crazy fan or paparazzi, but you were worried with what he was trying to explain. You take slow steps toward the closed elevator while Jin walks behind you, squeezing your waist with his arms, caging you between his chest. You look up to the digital counter of the elevator counting down: [G] [B1] [B2] And it stops. The doors rattle before opening, revealing a pale figure. Jin begins to pull you away by your waist, constricting your already labored breathing. The scream holds itself on your throat when you realize exactly what was in front of you. Rather, who. "Yah, I already said I was paying, but you guys are going extreme lengths to make sure of that!" Yoongi raises a bag of takeout. You were so relieved, you could cry. "I am never coming back to this building I swear to god..." Jin crouches on the floor, exhausted. "What are you guys talking about?" Yoongi realizes the gravity of the situation. "Lets just go eat at the dorms, please." Jin fishes for his car keys which were fortunately in his pocket and hands it to Yoongi. ---- "Ahh. I've heard that before..." Yoongi nods from the driver's seat after Jin explained to him his whole elevator experience. "I'm serious! I saw y/n in the elevator and wondered how did she get there when she was just in the music room when I left!" Jin defends, but is too tired to actually raise his voice. He was practically lying down on the backseat, his head on your lap. "No, I mean, I've heard the other staff talk about that. One guy was seen in the third floor while someone also said he was at the gym at that time. Its called a doppleganger." "But how is that even possible! She totally looked like y/n, her clothes, her height, though I didn't see her face... But it really looked like her!" "Can we please not talk about this anymore?" You were a little more than creeped out to listen to Jin talk about a ghost (or whatever) that looked exactly like you, leaving trails of blood and freaking people out around the building. ------ "Jin-hyung saw a doppleganger of y/n at the office basement!" Was Yoongi's introductory statement as he enters the dorm, greeting Namjoon in the living room. "Whoa, awesome!" Jungkook sits up at the couch wanting to hear more about it. Yoongi relays what Jin had said in the car, leaving you and Jin in the kitchen to unpack the food. Yoongi was feeling really chatty that night, because even when you've finished your food, Yoongi was still discussing doppelgangers with Namjoon and Jungkook. "Noona, it says here that your doppleganger manifests itself to other people when you're in danger!" Jungkook delivers the news excitedly, wiggling his eyebrows. "That's great!" You answer sarcastically. ------- "Yoongiii-aahhh~ I can't sleep~!" Seokjin whines to his roommate from his bedroll on the floor. He insisted that you sleep in for tonight, worried about what Jungkook had read online. You, on the other hand, were too scared to travel home and sleep alone so late at night that you agreed to take Seokjin's bed for the night. "If you won't shut up, I'm leaving you alone." Yoongi threatens. "Can we at least have the lights on?" You murmur from underneath the covers. "No." Sleep eventually took over you and Jin, due to the exhaustion and the scare of the evening. In the morning, Jimin, Hoseok, and Taehyung were surprised to see you walk in the kitchen wearing  RJ pajamas that were obviously not yours. You were prepared to face a new morning, refreshed and recharged, undeterred from last night's events. Before you could greet the boys a good morning however, Jungkook comes bounding into the room announcing "Jin saw y/n's doppleganger last night!" "Ah, daebak!" Were the maknaes' collective reactions. 'Oh shit' was Hoseok's. The next few days were uneventful. After breakfast, Jin drove you to your place and stayed a little longer just to make sure you were out of danger. There was also no reason for you to be at the old office, to which you were thankful for. Now you were in your freshly painted office, making sure all six of the "y/n" labelled boxes were present. Seokjin wheels in your computer chair with a shooky neck pillow on the headrest and leaves. Hm, You wonder where Jin's office is. Leaving the mess of your office, you visit the floor's reception table to ask about the artists' office arrangements. "Yoongi's is next to yours, and then next to it is Namjoon's." "Mmm... And Jin's?" "Oh, Seokjin hasn't dropped by yet, but he might pick the one across yours..." Yeji, the receptionist, smiles knowingly. Wait. "He.. He hasn't- you mean he isn't here?" You ask, a little too loudly. Yeji nonchalantly fixes her new Hybe lanyard. "Well, if he were here, you'd know because he always drops by to greet you, right?" "Thats the thing, I think I saw him in my office just a while ago..." You begin to put two and two together. "Y/n. I've been standing here for hours now, I would've noticed Mister Worldwide Shoulders Kim Seokjin walk out of those elevators but I didn't!" Yeji raises a fleeked eyebrow. Just then, the elevator opens to reveal two of Bangtan's OG maknaes, Jungkook and Jin. "Oh there he is! Jin!" Yeji waves him over. "Y/n and I was just arguing about whether you've arrived here or not because she claims to have seen you around the floor a few minutes ago." Jungkook, who was listening in, immediately realizes. "Ah daebak! The doppleganger moved in with us!" -------- Translation: Daebak (대밬): awesome