#me making an expensive purchase: oh no what if i regret it

[muttever]

never ask a man his salary, a woman her age, jae muttever how much theyve spent on cp77 merch

[sleepyfan-blog]

Vanilla

Author’s note: This is written for the Warhammer 2024 kinktober prompts list. Masterlist is here. Pyrus is @c-u-c-koo-4-40k's lad!

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @kit-williams @bleedingichorhearts @i-am-a-dragon34 @c-u-c-koo-4-40k

tagged: @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

Warnings: none, ask me to tag something if it bothers you/I missed something

Summary: Cedric bakes a cake and gets an unfortunate surprise.

Cedric looked over the ingredients that he had assembled. Some he had gotten from the communal pantry, but most of the ingredients he had gone out and purchased from a local store himself. He wanted to try his hand at baking something, but didn’t want to take up space in Miss Bakerin’s working space, especially in case he messed up. She was busy keeping up with her usual orders… and she’d recently taken a wedding cake order for some fancy basically-a-noble baseline that she was really stressed about making perfectly.

Brother Roland was doing his best to assuage her concerns and help her, and Cedric had every confidence that his older brother would be able to ensure that the nervous baseline would calm down. He had to sneak into one of the smaller kitchens within the base, as word had spread that he knew how to cook - at least some things, and he had found himself pestered and beset by nosy and hungry older Brothers and Cousins who wanted a taste of what he wanted to do.

Which was also why he had waited until most of the marines on base were either asleep or out on patrol as well. He closed the door to the kitchen and locked it… Not that the lock would do much more than slow a fellow Astartes down for long. 

The young Black Templar hummed to himself as he started to measure out the ingredients, carefully following the directions of the recipe that he’d gotten. He silently wondered why putting sugar, eggs and butter together was called creaming. Maybe Miss Bakerin would know? It was a question to look up later. After that he measured and sifted together the dry ingredients to make sure there were no clumps. He then opened the small, dark colored glass bottle of -

Oh!

It had a sweet, nutty and floral aroma. 

Cedric felt his mouth start to water at the subtle but delicious scent of the vanilla extract. He was surprised that the recipe called for such a small amount… Then again, this ten ounce bottle had cost him a hefty sum of local currency, so perhaps that was the reason? He carefully poured a small amount of thin dark liquid into the wet mixture.

The young Apothecary reached for the cap of the bottle of extract before he raised it up to his nose, taking in a deep breath.

The sweet, heady flavor burst in his nose and filled his mouth. It was enough to cause him to stagger back a half step. It smelled incredible and despite how expensive it had been to get… The desire to take a small sip of the liquid proved too much of a temptation for Cedric.

Why?!

Cedric could taste the sweet, nutty and floral notes of the vanilla extract before his tongue was assaulted rudely by an intense burning sensation that caused him to cough. He quickly set down the bottle of extract before he accidentally dropped the bottle and had it shatter all over the floor or counter.

He coughed and gasped for what felt like several long eternities, his mouth and nose haunted by the deceptively lovely scent of the vanilla, even as the foul liquid continued to assault his tongue and throat. He staggered over to the kitchen sink and turned on the water, shoving his face under the running faucet and drank until his mouth no longer burned.

The young apothecary had to wipe tears out of his eyes as he went back to cooking, eyeing the deceptively innocent looking bottle of sweetly burning liquid fire with deep mistrust. He made sure to recap the bottle and stash it in a pocket, to keep others from making his mistake. The vanilla took over the other scents in the cake and was still wonderfully delicious smelling.

Maybe cooking it in a mixture like this took the burning away? Then again, some people liked burning, considering how popular the spicy dishes of the Fire Drake Noodle House were… 

Cedric put the batter in the cake tin, then the tin into the pre-heated oven, waiting for it to cook. Once it was out of the oven, he placed it on the cooling rack and started to make both the filling and frosting for the cake. He made a berry compote from some of the berries that he had foraged earlier in the day, letting it cool off of the heat before working on the frosting. He used the amount of vanilla it suggested and no more, still wary of the burning ingredient.

There was insistent knocking on the door to the kitchen, and Cedric grumbled “Go away! I’m making something!”

“Yeah I know you’re making something! It smells really good! May I please have some? I come bearing stuff to trade.” A familiar voice pleads. 

Cedric huffs a little, finishing whipping the frosting and carefully checking to see if the cake was cool enough to frost. He had a little while longer yet, and was curious as to what this particular Cousin had to offer. “... Alright, I’m curious, Pyrus, what do you have to trade?”

“I’ve got some extra weapons-grade steel, and I know that you’ve been working up to getting enough stuff to trade and barter to make those… Special blades of yours that your chapter uses to commemorate the passing of Brothers…” Pyrus offers “I have enough to make one standard length blade… Say that in exchange for a piece, or a scoop of whatever you’re making? It smells amazing.”

Cedric hummed thoughtfully before answering “Fine, that sounds like a deal to me. It isn’t ready yet, but if you promise not to try and sneak tastes, you can watch me finish making the cake, if you like.”

“You got yourself a deal!” The Salamander answered with a grin. “Lemme in? I can also help by guarding the door and fending off nosy Brothers and Cousins.”

“I… Would be grateful for the help in that. I’m surprised no one has come up yet.” Cedric answers with a sigh, unlocking the door and stepping aside to let Pyrus in.

The Salamander Scout grinned happily as he stepped in, closing and locking the kitchen door behind him before washing his hands “Anything I can do to help?”

“Not at the moment. We need to wait for the compote and the cake to cool, then I’ll cut the cake in half, put the compote in between the two layers and frost the cake. After that it’ll be done.” Cedric explains.

Pyrus nods “Alright… I brought a deck of cards, want to play a couple of rounds of cards while we wait?”

“Sure, sounds like fun.” Cedric answered with a nod.

~

It did not take much longer before the cake was ready - although the frosting was tricky to get to stick neatly and properly onto the cake. Cedric graciously split the remaining frosting and compote with Pyrus - who had very deliberately not reached for the decent looking attempt at a frosted cake for someone’s first time.

It looked nowhere near as aesthetically pleasing as Miss Bakerin’s cakes and cupcakes, but she had a lot more time and training in such things then Cedric had. He sliced off a decent bit of the cake and placed it on a plate, handing it to Pyrus, saying “Here you go…”

“Thanks, Cedric!” Pyrus responded, taking a bite of the cake, his eyes lighting up. He was silent for several seconds, even after swallowing it. “This is… This is amazing. Thank you! What is that creamy-nutty flavor?”

“That’s the vanilla extract. I do not recommend drinking it on it’s own. It’s… Very intense.” Cedric answered, having a small bite of his own cake. It tasted every bit as delicious as he hoped it would. He carefully placed the rest of the cake in a cardboard box for transport to his room, along with two small bowls that held his half of the frosting and compote.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Cheers for this, Ced!” Pyrus murmured, heading off with a happy grin on his face. 

It took some strategic stealth, but Cedric was able to make it back to his rooms with his home baked goods without being charged an older Brother/Cousin tax.

[bitchesgetriches]

what is your most recent low-stakes financial regret (e.g., a purchase you didn't end up happy with)

OH SHIT. YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKER. HOW DARE YOU ASK ME TO BARE MY DIRTY LAUNDRY LIKE THIS.

ON 3 OCCASIONS, I CAN REMEMBER BUYING SOME STUPID EXPENSIVE SKIN/HAIR CARE PRODUCT BECAUSE I KNEW THE SALESPERSON WAS AN IMMIGRANT WORKING ON COMMISSION. I WAS LIKE "AW, THEY NEED THE MONEY AND I CAN AFFORD IT." SURE, I STILL USE THAT DAMN CURLING IRON. AND SURE, THAT EXFOLIANT WAS GREAT. BUT I WOULD'VE BEEN JUST FINE GOING WITH THE NON-$150 GENERIC OPTION.

I GUESS MY REGRET IS NICELY MAKING EYE CONTACT WITH COMMISSION-BASED SALESPEOPLE IN A RETAIL SETTING DON'T @ ME.

6 Proven Tactics for Avoiding Emotional Impulse Spending 

[parksprout]

Sprout Journal 12/10/24

Good morning Tumblr! There's really not a ton to talk about lately, so I've been kinda bad at these! Life feels like it's returned to a sort of slow march instead of the very rapid changes I was experiencing at the end of October/start of November.

There's a few things I wanna talk about today!!! I wanna recap what I've been up to in life lately first, and then I kinda wanna just let my thoughts enter a flow state at the end - this isn't too different from how I normally make these journals, but I think a preface is good! It gives me an idea of what I'm working towards.

So frankly life has been a little bit boring here lately. Work has been too easy, school has wrapped up for 2024 (yippee!!) and I've really just been taking these past few days to breathe and relax. They haven't been exactly as relaxing as I would like unfortunately. I've been too caught up in my own head these days doubting myself and my progress. But that can come later! In terms of actual activities lately, there's not been much to speak on! I've been watching through BNHA a lot lately, I haven't been caught up on that show in actually years. I don't think I like it as much nowadays as I did when I was a kid, but that makes sense :3 I was a kid with different tastes and interests. I've also been trying to learn more about OBS and editing software for the last few days, which has been kinda frustrating!!

I discovered that the format with which I record content isn't compatible with the editing software I downloaded yesterday unless I purchase the full version, which I'm not so sure if I want to do yet. I would like to hit a point where I'm recording full YouTube videos and uploading them regularly, but is it worth that investment as a total beginner? It might be eventually, but I run the risk of this becoming a very expensive hobby very fast. Anyways I've gotta search around and see what I can do; can I convert the video files into a different format that is compatible, can I find a different software that works for my purposes? Idk yet!

I got my work schedule adjusted for winter break and oh my gosh, I get two off days every week and I get out of work by four pm while still hitting full time hours. It's going to be amazing to an extent I think. I am somewhat worried about myself though! I know I don't do so well with free time while I'm already feeling depressive, so it might not actually wind up being too beneficial to me? That sounds so sad honestly, getting the free time I've wanted for so long and not even being able to really enjoy it once it's here. Maybe I'm being a bit pessimistic because these two off days haven't been the best for me?

I really haven't done much in these past three days since my last journal! I do think I've been treating myself badly, though, which gets into what I wanna talk about as the venting portion of this journal.

I'm not treating myself very well these days. By that I mean I'm not giving myself the patience and forgiveness that I deserve and... I'm not really letting myself heal in healthy ways. It's hard to acknowledge this, but I'm probably emotionally abusing myself with how I'm reacting to this relationship falling apart. I went through all of the stages of grief. I think that denial occurred before the breakup, actually. I could feel it stirring for a month or so before things actually ended and... I tried my hardest in that time to show Aaron that I was a good partner. I didn't know what was making them pull away from me like I know now, but I tried to be an overachiever partner... I tried to fix the subliminal issues that I knew were annoying them but it was obviously too little, too late, and not even something that could've fixed us in the first place. Anger happened when I blocked them, when I stepped away from their life and told them that I couldn't be present as anything unless it was what I wanted. I let myself be immature in that moment and... I really regret the way I behaved in that moment. Really I should've acted entirely different that day, what I should have done is gone home and told them that we need to have a longer conversation about this instead of just... letting it all fall apart that fast. We might not have had a different outcome - I don't think that there are words that I can say to Aaron to convince them to try again whether it was then or now - but I would've liked to have handled it better on my end. Anger ended the fastest of all of the phases, three days later I was unblocking them everywhere.

Bargaining has been the hardest part of this. I've spent the entire last month bargaining... working my ass off to show them who I am, what I could be for them, and why I'm worth dating. The shitty thing is? I think I have shown them that I'd be an amazing partner... I think I've shown them that I am not the type of person to give up, that I don't want to give up on them or us. I have proven that I'm loyal, that I care about them, that I would be willing to make any sacrifice for a life together. The issue is that I can be as pretty, intelligent, hard working, loyal, dedicated, fun and compatible for them as I want but... if they don't want to risk a second chance, there's nothing I can do to change that. This all seemed to culminate with that big conversation we had almost two weeks back. We talked all night about us... about what is keeping Aaron back from trying again still, about the idea of moving on and also about how I'm going to keep showing them that I would be a good partner. The conversation ended in much of the same way that our other big talks have ended, with them saying not now but not never, and me saying that I'm ready for them always. As much as that conversation really was a positive one, I do think that it's at the base of where I'm at now.

I know that the actual stages of grief aren't meant to be used so literally. No one cycles perfectly through those five stages, and I know that I haven't been experiencing them exactly as defined either. But I do think that I've entered a big depressive phase myself, the only question really being whether or not true acceptance is even something I can achieve at the end of this.

I want to talk more about my thoughts about me and Aaron at some point soon, but I haven't really been able to formulate anything cohesive? It weirdly feels like we're in another strange moment of waiting, like we need to have another conversation sometime soon and... I feel like I need to know more about what Aaron is feeling about us, but I also don't want to bug him about it. I wish I was better at being patient and just.. seeing what can happen. I guess to a certain extent I am being better because I'm not harassing him for answers or asking how he feels about me every day? Anyways this journal feels barely coherent ugh. I am not very good at expressing my emotions these days unfortunately. The words are hard to find.

Bye tumbie, I love y'all a lot. Sorry that this journal entry isn't really like... anything?? It feels like a nothing entry.

[doctorguilty]

A

I went out today to pick up meds and get my covid and flu shots (was gonna get the sat but had to reschedule) and then went to goodwill for a bit to look for some work clothes (need some like black underlayers and could use an alternate pair of boots cause like my usual work boots are steel toe and kinda heavy for like Halloween acting where I might be like crawling around and my fashion boots and getting pretty worn out and they've got the kind of lace up things that come undone if you're also, like, crawling around.. need crawling around boots), ended up finding some stuff I needed + couple extra goodies including some little gifts for my mom, I've been feeling less tense spending money this week knowing I'll have a paycheck incoming, MOSTLY it has just been necessities like pet stuff or like work related thing like I preemptively ordered some clothes online as so if I can't find even cheaper stuff irl before work starts I have it but otherwise I can totes return it, but even that has been a relief like yay I'm super prepared here, I got black long sleeve shirts because I'm gonna be outside so this way I won't freeze, I did in fact find some perfect boots at goodwill today a little on the higher side for second hand faux leather at like $15 but I'm like, but you know what I'll be paid I don't need to leave behind what I need to be comfy and regret it if I can't find anything else just cause I'm like "well maybe if they were $10 🙄" cause that's the thing like I'm always having to forgo my comfort to shave off dollars here and there it sucks!! Ultimately it's not gonna be like an ENORMOUS check it's a seasonal gig with only a certain amount of days buts it's still significantly more money I usually rake in per month so

I've made like one single more luxurious purchase of a couple skincare things cause I'm like scraping the end of my last jar of moisturizer and I really need to do something about my facial hair coming in it's getting itchy and feels kinda dry, I perused reddit and men say like working a quality balm into it down to the follicles before bed really helps, and wouldnt you know it the etsy shop that makes the moisturizers I really like makes a beard balm too??? 🥺 I'm using the word luxurious so loosely though like even that's not all that expensive it's just like fhjdgjkf I almost never buy any special things for myself these days like Me as a person is just not in my budget, but anyway that's probably mostly it for now at least until I find our like when checks get deposited like if it's weekly, biweekly, or what, and at the end of the whole season I'd like to see what my checking account looks like after evenings all deposited and my credit card balance is at 0

Oh I got so side tracked all I meant to get at originally was I passed out dead asleep when I got home and woke up less than an hour ago after having super weird stress dreams all afternoon/night... also my arms hurt, both of them, I'm gonna feel so shitty I just know it I just hope it passes before my rehearsal on the 14th

[anatheyma]

Oh, how I love asking questions! I am, in fact, a nosy bastard.

1, 6, 9, 11, 17, 18, 22, 24, 29.

You can also give me somes and I will answer them since you're not really good at asking people, haha.

–🦴

sure!!! :]

1. what i do for work

i'm unemployed currently due to a few reasons, but i studied art and photography before that and my last job was at a coffee shop. so generic queer of me

6. something i regret

A LOT. not leaving bad situations when i should've left. not hugging my little brother enough. hurting people i care about. yeah

9. a confession

sigh... ok. i was jack the ripper back in 1888

17. embarrassing memory

oh man. i went to the ER in the middle of the night once during a horrid panic attack because i had convinced myself i was going to die. i cried in the waiting room for an hour or so before the nurse took me in and gave me one of those masks that help you breathe and once i calmed down and my brain registered that there was indeed nothing physically wrong with me i said i'm sorry i think it was just a panic attack and the nurse said something along the lines of "i know" LMAO she was really sweet about it but knowing she took electrocardiogram and all that just to calm me down knowing i was imagining it the whole time felt so awkward immediately after

18. most expensive thing i've bought

probably my laptop idk... rarely have the funds to make any big purchases

22. a song that evokes a bad memory

wish you were here by pink floyd

24. favorite pet name from partner

puppy or pup obviously!

29. how different is my adult self from the way i pictured when i was little

well, the thing is that i always knew how i wanted to be and how i wanted to look, and i think little me would be happy to see how far he's gotten since growing up :] so not too different at all, just didn't think i'd ever become this idealized version of myself that i had imagined back then. also, i actually talk to people nowadays. selective mutism step aside, i have learned to mask 🙏

also you're right, i'm bad at asking people to tell me about themselves. it's not that i don't care, i'm actually curious as hell, but i'm more of an observer and lurker and just make mental notes of whatever information people feel comfortable sharing with me lol but !!! if you want to, you can answer 5, 9, 16, 29 for me :]

[rise-tmnt-fan]

Obviously this is tmnt based and well no one really needs to read this. I just got so happy I wanted to write about it because why not!

I kind of splurged recently!

I got two amazing books… because the reviews are amazing and one went on a tiny sale, while the other isn’t WAY too expensive.

Then I binged read them both…

Now I regret it because they are so good I want to experience them like I was reading it for the first time. 😭

What are the books you make ask.

Well they were the Last Ronin, and the ROTTMNT Complete adventure.

(Before anyone comes at me about how amazing IDW TMNT is I’ve heard and I want desperately to read the IDW books! But sadly I can’t allow myself to buy those books since they are 50 dollars a pop in my area. And I can’t convince myself that it is a good spend if I could buy at least 2 books for the price of ONE tmnt book. Which again, I’ve only seen the best reviews for them too!!! But based on how I was raised, and how tight money is right now I just can’t splurge on them much to my dismay. T-T)

Slight spoilers ahead like emotions that it triggered not legit spoilers of any book because- No. I’m not heartless. I want people to enjoy these books like I have!

And I do have to say, those who told me I would enjoy the last Ronin were NOT WRONG! Dude I consumed it within 30 minutes!! (I read faster than most, can read 200 paged books within 5 hours- if uninterrupted, and thanks to my adhd if I am enthralled in a book I will read it even faster.- Apparently this isn’t a universal occurrence my ma and my sib say they can’t read books fast even if they are enthralled in it.)

Like good golly I was taking breaks just to gush on the quality (both plot and the literal quality of the book) and the art style(s). Like good golly jeepers!!!! It’s too amazing and gosh did it brutally attack my heart better than some real books have recently!!! (Some fanfics have attacked the heart well though recently!! Even after the rereads.)

And Oh man! Rise I had some sad moments because of certain parts but mainly I was just happy to feel like I was watching the show again!! And some of the villains that are shown are legit (and relatable you know which ones I am taking about!). And again loved the art style and plot! Like good golly!!!

Totally worth the purchase!! Best self late birthday gift I’ve gotten myself in a while!! (And yes I do this only because I save a certain amount and when things I’ve been watching for a month go on sale I use that certain stash. If I use that stash I have told myself I won’t spend another cent on fun objects/books (mainly books because I am a nerd with 100 books I’ve bought -and recieved- in the last three years not including the ones I have safely boxed away from my last move) Imma say if you have your eyes on either books you should get them!

Because you should TREAT YO SELF!!

(Please feel free to gush on any book, series or even a fan comic, fanfiction anything tmnt in the comments! I’m in need of a good story to dig into after these two amazing books!!!)

[theotherackerman]

COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER: Any recognizable elements belong to Attack on Titan or the Beach Read  

NOTES: Not the fic update you thought but one none the less. Still working on others as well!

CHAPTER FOUR:

There was a part of Mikasa that felt guilty for having feelings for Eren again. She came to this conclusion as sat trying to write her romance book.

First thing was first, she had to figure out who these characters were and what they wanted. 

Wasn’t the point of every romance novel to find romance? 

Well, expect Jaeger’s. 

There was always something else going on in the background besides the romance. 

Then again, she hadn’t read any other romance novels. 

She wasn’t even sure what possessed her to read Eren’s novels. 

Okay, another lie.

Too many lies. 

Too many things to keep straight in her head right now. 

The cursor flashed on the screen. 

This was even worse than the other novel. 

Maybe she should just write a novel about Porco getting killed by a ghost.

Her phone went off.

Mikasa stared at her phone for a moment. She almost typed yes but thought better on it. 

Eren sent her another message before she could respond.

Had Eren really propositioned Mikasa? 

Yes. 

Did he regret it? 

Yes.

Did he make it weird?

Apparently not because now she was pulling the front of his cart through Target. It was literally the only department store they had in the small town. 

She had also vetoed the sheets he had tried to buy. 

“Ah. Newlyweds. Remember those days?” An older woman said as they passed them. 

Her husband just grunted as they went by.

Mikasa ignored it so Eren did the same.

“So tell me why those sheets won’t work again because these are twenty dollars more expensive,” Eren asked as he leaned on the cart.

“Because I had them. I had to wash them ten times in a ridiculous amount of fabric softener before they didn’t feel like you’re sleeping on plastic.”

Well, that was a good enough reason for him. He took the plain black sheets from her and dropped them into the cart.  

Mikasa laughed. 

“You know I’ll have you know I’ve never had a woman complain about my sheets before.” 

“That’s because they didn’t have good taste. Besides, who shopped for them before?” 

Mikasa did have a point. His mom had been the one when he went off to college and Carly had done it when they had lived together. 

But he didn’t really want to think about Carly so he changed the subject.

“Armin is coming up towards the end of the summer,” he informed Mikasa.

Mikasa smiled, “really? I haven’t seen him since college. How is he?” 

“He’s good. Always working on his PHD these days.” 

“I cannot imagine being in school for that long.” 

“Me either.” 

A comfortable silence drifted over them as they made their way to and through the check out. 

It was strange because Eren didn’t feel the need to fill the silence between them. It just felt natural. He wondered if Mikasa felt the same. 

Eren had opened the trunk, then put his purchases into the back of his car. 

“So what reckless thing did you do?” Mikasa asked as she watched him.

“What do you mean?” he frowned. 

“Once your engagement ended, what reckless thing did you do?” 

Eren laughed, “nothing. She moved out. Why? What did you do?” 

“Oh. I covered my tattoo I got with him.”

Eren raised an eyebrow, “you got matching tattoos with him?” 

Mikasa laughed, “I know. It was stupid. I thought he got it. I thought he understood that I can’t love anyone. I won’t love anyone. At least not in a romantic sense.”

“I’m sure you could fall in love,” Eren teased her as he unlocked the doors.

“Hmm…maybe in your world everyone falls in love but in mine….”  Mikasa got into the passenger seat. 

“What happened to make you so cynical?” 

“Before or after most of my family died in a fire during a family reunion?” 

“Shit. I knew you mentioned that Levi saved you, I just didn’t know….”

Mikasa shrugged, “it’s not that big of a story. Family reunion at a fancy hotel. Fire started in the basement.  Levi carried me through the fire and then…Kenny tried to go back but it was too late. Glass exploded just as we got out. Levi and I were both hit with glass, Levi worse than me. That’s all there is to it.” 

“Oddly calm talking about the death of your family.” 

“Years of therapy. Kenny and Levi wanted to make sure I would be well adjusted.” 

“And not believing in romantic love is well adjusted?” 

Mikasa shrugged. “Romantic love fades. Yeah, sure. You feel it then things get hard and it stops. Porco swore up and down he loved me. You don’t cheat on someone you love. You don’t fuck someone else when you know how much that will hurt the person you love. That’s not love.” 

Eren nodded in agreement. “That is true. It’s why I can’t understand what my dad did. If my mom approved, it would have been different. But….I don’t know. I can’t wrap my head around it.” 

“So what’s the deal with his first born?” 

Eren scoffed, “you probably know more than I do.” 

“Because I live here? I live out in the woods for a reason. There were kids who called me a witch during Halloween because I had no candy. I wasn’t expecting anyone to come out there. But besides that he works with Hange, I know nothing about him.”

“His instagram didn’t tell me anything when I checked. Not even a post about our dad.” 

“Seems like he didn’t have a good relationship with him either then.”

“I guess not.” 

“We’re both very depressing, huh?” Mikasa laughed.

Eren found himself laughing as well. 

“If you want, I can see what I can find out about Zeke. Petra knows everything about everyone around here and she won’t tell anyone.” 

Eren thought about it for a moment. Did he want to know about Zeke? 

“No need to tell me right away. Just if you ever decide, I can,” Mikasa interrupted his thoughts. 

“I don’t know,” Eren muttered. 

Mikasa nodded. 

“What was your tattoo?” Eren asked to change the subject.

Mikasa groaned. “It was on my ribs. It was stupid. It said forever his and he had one that said forever hers.”

“Wow…”

“I know, I know. It was stupid. But it’s covered now. He got his covered not long after I did.” 

Eren nodded, “so what did you cover it with?”

“A tree,” Mikasa answered simply. 

“A tree?” 

“A tree.” 

“Why a tree?” 

“I don’t know. I like trees?” 

Eren laughed as he turned onto the gravel road that led to their cabin. “Okay but what kind of tree?” 

“I’ll show you when we get back. What about you? Got any tattoos?” 

Eren smirked, “a few.” 

“Hmm…”

“What’s that about?” 

“What?”

“The hmm….”

“Oh. I just never thought you’d be the kind of person to have a tattoo.” 

“Why? Because it doesn’t fit your prince charming ideal?”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?” 

Eren laughed, “no. Not really.”

Mikasa rolled her eyes before she laughed. "So you coming over to have a beer or are you going to go wash your sheets?"

"Both?" he asked as he raised an eyebrow.

Mikasa laughed again.

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It wasn't long after Mikasa posted the picture that her phone began to blow up. Honestly, they just talked about stupid shit from college. It hadn't been anything exciting.

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Eren shouldn't have been surprised when he returned home that he got a message from Jean.

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Mikasa's phone went off.

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Taking a chance, Eren swapped over to instagram.

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Mikasa may have turned on notifications for when Eren posted. She grinned as she pulled up his page.

Mikasa stared at the comment before she switched over to twitter.

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The notification of Eren being followed by Zeke Fritz on instagram pulled the smile off of his face.

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Mikasa was waiting out there, smoking. 

She didn’t speak. She was just there. 

Eren ran his hand through his hair. 

“It’s so fucked up,” Eren sighed as he walked towards the railing. “I…I just…”

Mikasa moved closer to the railing. “Is there anything I can do?” 

“I don’t even know what I want to do.”

“Egg his car?” 

Eren snorted a laugh. 

“Just an idea. A bad one but an idea.” 

“Thanks.”

Mikasa nodded. “You know you can talk to me anytime, right? I know everyone says but….I mean it.” 

Eren nodded. 

Mikasa gently reached across and put her hand that was not holding the cigarette on his arm. 

His eyes locked with her’s. 

Mikasa looked away, removing her hand. She lifted the cigarette almost to her mouth before Eren grabbed her wrist.

She stared at him again.

He lifted the cigarette still in her hand to his mouth, his lips briefly brushing against her fingers before he took a drag. 

It was single handedly the hottest thing Mikasa had ever witnessed. She was slightly disappointed when he released her hand.  

His eyes locked onto her once again. 

Did he feel it too? 

This electricity that was coursing through her body, like how she felt dancing at that party with him. 

This was bad.

This was so very bad.

If this was just some college crush that she could push away, it would be easier. 

But no.

They had chemistry. 

But had that ever really been a problem? 

Sure, they were rivals but there was also this underlying sexual tension. 

Eren ran his hand through his hair again. “What are you doing tomorrow?” 

“Huh?” Mikasa asked, being pulled from her thoughts. 

“Tomorrow. I know I said you could go first but I think I just got an idea.” 

“Nothing. Staring at my laptop, waiting for inspiration to strike.”

“Good. I’ll pick you at seven. Goodnight, Mikasa,” Eren said before he turned back towards his cabin. 

“Goodnight,” Mikasa called to him.

She was going to need a cold shower. 

[simplefelicity]

september 2024 bookkeeping - the first half

i've moved abroad! i'll be here for a few months and my finances are in absolute shambles so i've decided to make this a bi-weekly occasion. or maybe even weekly, we'll see.

what i spent

in total i've spent: 292.34€. for two weeks not that bad, about 150€ a week is an ok budget i think now that i live alone and am trying to organize my life. i would still like to bring it down to 100€ so let's see where i can improve.

food: 61.38€ (eating out) + 45.62€

here eating out is relatively cheap (it comes to about 5€ per meal) and groceries are expensive, as you can see.

i ate out 11 times in two weeks (+ 3 cafes). mostly because we were out and about visiting places and had to eat there but there were a couple of times that i could have avoided, like going to cafes/bubble tea. it happened 3 times, so for maybe a total of 10€ but i've discovered that i don't even like bubble tea here so i should just not go there anymore.

i've spent a lot on groceries in one go but it should last me a long enough time (lots of prepackaged meals).

object purchases: 171.53€

all of this stuff was unavoidable (even if it doesn't feel like it seeing it totaled up). there were 2 souvenirs, which i could have avoided but like... i'm here. i will get a couple of souvenirs i also refrained from buying a third one, so i'm at least proud of that.

in any case, these are all one time purchases and i won't need to worry about getting these objects for a long time.

i could have gotten some of this stuff tax free but i had forgotten my passport. so next time i should remember to bring my passport.

actually, one thing i do regret is that i tried to take my id photo at a photoboot because it was less expensive, but they rejected it and i'll have to go to a professional studio next week anyway. yikes.

experiences: 45.92€

i paid for a traditional craft class, a ticket to a monument and a one day tour that will happen in october. so far, no regrets.

what i earned

my last salary for a while. it was a bit higher than expected so i'm happy about that :)

what i decluttered

not much to declutter in a new house. but i have been taking a lot of pictures so i'm at 9.835, +255. i need to take the time to sort through them and delete delete delete.

next week plans:

i have booked the professional photo id, which will come to about 20€ (ugh). i'm also going to a baseball game but i'm still not sure how much that will cost. and we have planned a one day trip for tomorrow. and i'm going out in one hour and will probably have lunch and dinner out (but it should be street food so less expensive so maybe 8€?).

i will also need to charge my transportation card, which is going to be a monthly expense (42€ but i will get a discount later on).

what i want to do is 1. not get any bubble tea but rather get some water if i'm feeling too warm. 2, pick the least expensive option at the cafeteria i need to go to when i'm on campus. 3, not go out just for the sake of going out even if we are visiting places i've already been to. i should stay at home and eat my groceries.

hopefully i'll be able to stay in the 100€ per week budget!

oh wait, i wanted to start working out again so probably not :( but i love my sport so it will be worth it!

[bearpillowmonster]

I heard that FF7RR didn't perform as well as Remake and at first I was sad but then I starting thinking about it. The PS4 came out and not enough units were made but eventually they caught up and everyone seemed to have one but this generation, the same thing happened, that's their own fault, they underestimated on purpose and it got a reputation again that it's a scalped console.

While certainly desirable, a lot of people couldn't find these and when they finally became available, they shrugged at the price. PS4 was 400, PS5 is 500, it's a hundred dollar difference and yet we're still here 3, wait, it's been almost 4 now, 4 years since it's launch! It's more than half way through its life cycle if we go by PS4 dates. 6 is pretty standard. Not to mention, after the first three years, Sony is known for coming out with a revision to their console.

The PS4 Pro, the PS2 and PS3 slims, it's expected and with the coming of those, there were price drops, first 50 after the first 2 years then 100 when it actually released and it took the spot of how much that initial console cost. We're already past that point now so I suppose the decision between a digital and physical version is considered the different version right at the get-go. People wait for these things to go on sale. They wait for a game that they really want.

Me? Spider-Man 2 and FF7R2 just dropped within the past 6 months and those are the two games that I'd get. There's a ton of games that I'd try but those are two that I was really looking forward to, does that justify uh, 500+70+70=640 plus tax?

I for one have waited so long that I decided to wait until the PS6. And Sony must know that the PS5 sales didn't go as planned, I mean, it's three years in and they release the brand new Resident Evil 4 remake on both consoles. 50 million consoles sold is huge but when you have over double that with PS4 which was still had higher sales at the landmark the PS5 is at right now.

I support new consoles, new technology but absurdly priced technology just doesn't cut it for me, I don't normally give in and I want FF7RR more than any other game right now because it looks like KH4 is out of reach for the time being and I know a lot of people are the same way, "I want to play it but I don't have a PS5". There's certainly a demand for that game, but one factor is that some people wanted the idea of a remake but got a franchise (which I personally don't mind but still)

I'm not always blaming the industry because the price of everything is up right now and really, that puts a damper on absolutely everything, nobody can go out and have fun. I make it a point to only go out maybe one day of the week and do something because any more than that is spending too much money. It's sad and it's stupid. My siblings are growing up in this, first covid then the economy which when I ask them what they want to do, they have no idea what they 'can' do because they don't know what's out there. Then when I decide for them, they don't know how to act, they don't know how to treat an arcade because we can't afford to go to them all the time, let alone find one. They're indecisive about getting a toy because for one, they see the price, which they shouldn't have to worry about but when they ask for something expensive and all they know is the excuse that it's too much then they start being conscious of it and then they don't know how to treat it because they know that may be the one big thing they get and aren't sure whether to use that ticket. Then me, I go into stores and don't buy anything, I gawk "Oh, that's new" because I spent the money to drive here but everything I see is overpriced and or a lot of effort to get aka I have to stand in line for 20 minutes because they don't have self checkout and they don't pay enough employees to have more than two registers open at a time and by the time I get there, I change my mind and regret my potential purchase.

The middle class has been eliminated and a majority of its people have been pushed into being poor. Sidetracked. It's not the game, it's the console, it's not the console, it's the price. And the games also cost more. Ok, bye.

[islawritesmegumi]

can u do a part two of this scenario where the boys regretting and want them back but it was too late bcs the reader already move on? :((( i've thought about this kind of plot before BUT I NEVER THOUGHT THAT IT'LL HURT THIS BAD UNTIL I READ YOUR SCENARIO AAA</3

anyway i just found your blog and i already falling in love with ur writing. you bokuto fic is sure hurt so bad but it's really well written! <3

A/N: so sweet, anon! tysm for your support~ also, here’s my attempt at part 2. hope that everyone inc. you and others who requested will like it <3

Ex: Iwaizumi, Ushijima, DAISHOU, Sakusa, Osamu, Suna, Meian, Futakuchi

Present: Bokuto, Kageyama, Kuroo, HANAMAKI, Semi, Terushima, Romero, Mattsukawa

Part 1

"Hello?"

"Good afternoon, I would like to inform you that you have an outstanding balance of $50,000 that is still yet to be paid. I'm also calling in to let you know that there has been another purchase all amounting to $6,000. Please pay by the agreed deadline to prevent your account from freezing."

"I apologize. I will deal with the issue as soon as possible," his head ached. He hanged up the phone while massaging his temples. He sat on the chair by the kitchen counter and let his elbows take refuge on the granite.

He let out a sigh. He has been working himself hard but he knows he couldn't handle shouldering all the bills when there's no one to help him. He couldn't ask his partner. His partner knew nothing but to max his cards as if there was no limit. As if he doesn't have his own limits.

He heard the door open and let his eyes be greeted by the sight of shopping bags.

"Hey," his partner approached him and gave him a kiss but he turned his head away.

"The credit card company called. What did you buy that cost you $6,000 in one day? Do you even need it?" he tried hard to compose himself but he felt that his marriage life was being unfair so he was close to exploding.

"It's just a bag and a few clothes. Calm down," his spouse chuckled, still not feeling the gravity of the situation.

"Calm down? I am working my ass off 24/7 for us to have a comfortable life but that doesn't mean that you will abuse it," he raised his voice, the anger getting to him.

"Oh, excuse me? Wasn't this the life that you promised me? That I would have everything I wanted?" they retorted.

"You're unbelievable."

Suddenly, a memory came to him as fast and as harsh as the winter wind.

You screamed, jumping on him and wrapping your legs around his waist, "this is expensive, I told you not to get me anything!"

"You know I love spoiling you and you should know, there are a lot more coming when we get married," he smiled at your tear-stricken face. You buried your head in his neck, the love you have for him increasing every minute.

"And I will make sure that you will never have to worry about anything," he continued, kissing your cheeks as he hugged you.

"No, I don't want that. I want a life where we share each other's happiness and burdens. With every hardship that you face, know that I'm never going to leave you. We will resolve our issues as a family. And no matter how lavish or so-so our life is going to be, it will be okay because I am with you. And being with you is where I always ever wanted to be."

Your word burned into his mind and his heart numbed. It was too late. Way too late for him to back out of a marriage he shouldn't have offered to the wrong person in the first place.

"I was wrong," he said. Nowadays, he has been thinking of you a lot. And right now, as he stood across the person he didn't know very well yet he married, he realized the mistake he had done. He didn't want to feel it but the regret was uncontainable inside of him.

"What do you mean by th-, hey! Where are you going?" his partner questioned him as he went straight to the door. His mind was running in circles. He didn’t know what to do but his feet wanted to take him to the place where your love sparked and grew.

Your cart bumped against someone. You would have ignored it if it wasn't for the large amount of force applied to it, as if it was done on purpose.

"You again?"

"Ooh, if it isn't the one who went to their ex's wedding," he teased.

"You really have to say that? That was two years ago," you rolled your eyes and proceeded to buy your coffee mate.

"Masochist much?"

"Meddler much?" you retorted at the guy you met at his wedding. When you were about to walk out that day, he bumped into you so hard you almost fell. After that, he followed you because apparently he needed to apologize multiple times.

"Can I score a date now?"

"Nope, I'm busy," you pushed your cart and went to the condiment aisle.

"Don't you need this?" he said as he took a soy sauce from the shelf.

"Not really."

"Oh, I thought this is where you're getting your saltiness from?" he snickered.

"Ha ha," you rolled your eyes once more while a small smile grazed your lips.

"How 'bout this? Your source of spiciness and hotness," he then pulled a sriracha bottle while he wiggled his eyebrows.

"You're so annoying," you couldn’t help the giggle that went out your lips. You pulled his tie towards you to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

"I missed you," he said when you retracted.

“I missed you,” you smiled at him. You couldn’t believe you fell for this guy. He had an awful attitude and you didn’t like that. You always pushed him away but the guy seemed like he had a never-ending container of persistence.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Huh? Like what” your eyes blinked at his randomness.

“Like you want to french kiss me.”

You scoffed and hit his arm while he laughed continuously at your perplexed face. He always loved teasing you and making up for it after was the icing on the cake. Oh, and he loves biting you, too. His day wouldn't be complete without sinking his teeth onto the softness of your flesh. 

"What are you even doing here? I thought you were supposed to be back later?"

"I'm the boss, I can leave whenever I like. And since my partner is out on a grocery spree, why not beg for some attention," he hugged you and swayed the both of you sideways. 

"You're unbelieva-" you were cut off by a familiar sound. Your eyes moved away from your boyfriend to the man who stood eight feet away from you.

"Hey," you greeted him, not bothering to move away from your boyfriend's hold.

"Nice to see you again," he said as his eyes travelled along the arms wrapped around you.

What was he thinking? Did he really think that you couldn't move on from him? That you'd be running after him and waiting for him to come back? He was so stupid.

"Are you okay?" you asked, noticing the forlorn look on his face. He looked like he hasn’t slept for days, his eye bags and beard covered the handsome face you once knew.

"Yeah, uhm, can I talk to you?" he hoped, prayed desperately that you would let him but this was the start of his agony. He thought that with every broken promise he made, he deserved the accompanied jabbing pain to his chest. And this pain quickly spread to his body leaving him vulnerable. 

Can you give him one more chance? He would do everything just so you can give him the time you used to freely waste on him before. And even if it takes a long time, he would wait just like you did for him. 

"I'm sorry, now's not a good time. We have to pick up Miu but it was really nice seeing you again. You really got that marriage feel to you-,"

Your boyfriend cut you off, "What feel? The feel of emotional and physical exhaus-."

You jabbed your boyfriend by the waist making him whine. He was blunt as ever.

"Sorry about that.. we uh, we have to go, see you later," your ex looked like he wanted to stop you. But the glow you had on your eyes and the smile painted on your lips... he couldn't take it away. Not again. And you have a kid now.

So, he let you go for the second time around because he was a coward. He didn't deserve you, right from the start up 'til the end, he could never deserve you and the warmth you give. It was better for you to be with someone who would appreciate and love you like you should. And that person was already beside you. It was hard for him to say it but he was happy for you. 

"What do you mean by picking up Miu? My brother doesn’t need to be fetched, he's 17 years old," your boyfriend was confused.

"I know, I just felt that... whatever he needed to say, he should've said it years ago. And even if he said it now, it wouldn't make a difference," you intertwined your hand with his.

"Because I’m more handsome?" you chuckled at his obliviousness to the weight of the situation. 

"Because I have you now and that's all that matters."

Little did you know, your ex heard everything-- maybe you meant for him to hear it. He just didn't really expect to have his heart broken by you once again. As much as it felt wrong, he regretted letting you go. And he had to live with this mistake for the rest of his life. 

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[neytirisblog]

Elvis and his lady both trying to be sneaky and buy each other something else for Christmas without the other finding out. It can be their first Christmas together as a couple. Double cute points if you can have both of them going to the other’s moms, asking for advice on what to get.

Ruined Surprise

| Pairings: Austin!Elvis x Fem!reader

| Summary: Christmas is a few days away and you can’t think of a good gift for Elvis, when you do find a good gift everything goes bad, but does it?

| Warnings: none.

| A/N: I hope you enjoyed this! I currently have about three other stories I’m trying to work on :) not proof read please lmk if there’s any mistakes so I can correct! I also feel like they would try to be sneaky but fail.

It was Elvis’s and I first Christmas together, I was extremely nervous, I mean we’ve been dating for a couple of month and what if I get him something he doesn’t like?

What if he hates it? Maybe he wouldn’t hate it but what if he really disliked it.

His music career was currently sky-rocketing, he was making it to the top.

He was making so much money, what if he got me something expensive? Hell, I could never top that.. I don’t even have that much money! Just from what I’ve been saving up.

What if he doesn’t get me anything expensive and I’m just embarrassing yourself? What do I get him.. I decided to call the one person who knew him a little better than me.

“ Gladys? Hi! Is Elvis there? Or around you? " I questioned and which she responded with, “ No. He just left for an interview "

“ Good, good. " I mumbled, “ Why? What’s the matter? Did you two fight? Oh dear, what did he do? " She panicked, I let out a small laugh.

“ No, no, this is super embarrassin’ to be asking but what are some things that Elvis likes? I wanna get him the perfect gift for Christmas. " I spoke.

“ But I’m sure anythin’ you’ll get him he’ll love! " She spoke, my heart warmed at her words and I nodded my head at her words even though she couldn’t even see me.

“ I know.. but it’s our first Christmas together and I really need your help, please? " I questioned, Christmas was in a few days and I was panicking.

“ Well, he’s been wanting a new guitar but I don’t know.. it’s really expensive.. I know I could never afford it for him. " She spoke, sighing at the end.

“ I can save up some more money, I already have alot saved up and I’ll even get it for him and I can take it somewhere so they engrave his name! " I spoke, I knew he would absolutely love it.

“ Oh you treat my boy so well, I’m so glad he found someone like you. " Gladys spoke, I could tell she was smiling.

“ Thank you so much! I owe it to you, have a good day. " I spoke, she said her goodbyes and I hanged up.

***

I wondered into town and was met with a guitar shop, I called Gladys back and asked her the name of the guitar he wanted and I’d seen and heard of it due to to Elvis gushing about it.

After Elvis’s interview he said that he was gonna go shopping for gifts and I really hoped I don’t run in to him.

I purchased the guitar which was basically all of my savings gone, but it was completely worth it, no regrets.

I walked towards a shop where they engraved things, like necklaces, bracelets, hopefully guitars but when I opened the door I was Elvis standing at the counter.

I silently gasped and hid behind the counter with the guitar in my hand, I could only hear bits and pieces of what he was saying. Something like, “ That’s perfect. " and, “ Be back soon to pick it up. "

I furrowed my eyebrows as I heard the door shut, signaling he left the building, I stood up and walked to the counter and put the guitar there.

“ Hi! I was wonderin’ if you do engraving someone’s name into this guitar? " I questioned, the person behind the counter nodded their head and spoke,

“ We engrave anythin’ but you’ll have to leave it here and pick it up tomorrow mornin’. " I nodded my head and they asked what I wanted to engrave and where.

“ Could you engrave the name Elvis Presley? And put it there. " I spoke and tapped on the spot I wanted them to do it.

“ Of course, big Elvis Presley fan? " They spoke, I let out a laugh and spoke, “ I guess you could say that. "

“ I’ll be back tomorrow, thank you so much. " I spoke and they nodded their head.

***

It was the next day I and hadn’t heard from Elvis, was he ignoring me Christmas is tomorrow and I was on my way to the shop to pick the up guitar.

I opened the door and it was empty, just the person behind the counter.

They handed me the guitar and I gasped, “ Do you not like it? " They questioned, I shook my head, “ I love it! It’s perfect, thank you so much! " I spoke, handing them the money and saying my goodbyes.

Everything was going so perfectly until I went to my house, I opened the door and saw Elvis sat in my living room.

“ Elvis, what are you doing here? " I asked, shocked as I tried to hide the huge guitar behind my back.

His eyes widened as he also hid something behind his back.

“ What are you doing? " We both asked at the same time.

“ I have your Christmas gift but I think you basically saw it already. " I sighed, revealing the guitar from behind my back.

His eyes widened in shock and he immediately stood up, engulfing me in a huge hug I almost dropped the guitar.

“ You did not! No way. " He spoke, pulling away and kissing me immediately.

“ I also added something to it, I don’t know if you’ll like it. " I spoke handing the guitar to him, tears filled his eyes as he sat on the sofa and looked at the guitar. ‘ Elvis Presley. ' was engraved into it.

“ I love it, I love it so much, it’s perfect. " He spoke, we both were smiling like idiots until my mom spoke up.

“ Do you wanna show it to her? " My mom spoke up, looking at Elvis, he nodded his head and my mom handed him a box.

I furrowed my eyebrows at the box and he held it out to me, opening it and inside was a beautiful ring, I gasped and it was perfect.

“ I asked your momma what things you like and she said you were into rings, I was super nervous on what you’d like and I figured you’d like this. " He spoke, I nodded my head and he continued speaking, I was lost for words,

“ We just started our relationship but I know it’ll last forever, and some day I do plan on marryin’ you and I know I will and this ring, it’s a promise ring. It’s my promise to you that someday I will marry you. " He spoke, tears rolled down my cheeks at his small speech,

He took the ring out of the box and on there was a date, a date that you immediately recognized, the date that the two of you first started dating.

He slipped the ring on your finger and promised you that he would marry you no matter what, and you believed him and a couple years later he fulfilled that promise.

[stuckybarton]

Forever In Your Arms

SUMMARY: Loki's over controlling tendency come to bite him in the ass but still--he gets what wants. CHARACTERS: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader (Established Relationship) WARNINGS: Mention of Alcohol Consumption. Profanities. Darcy being Darcy (Darcy Supremacy!!). Loki being Loki. WORDS: 5,973

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Since Loki had given you the promise ring, things had become easier for the two of you. But one thing Loki had noticed was you holding up in what exactly you want to have planned for your own wedding. What you believe would be a year from when he had given the ring, was only just months in Loki's own plan.

He had an unconventional plan and working in the business as long as he had, he had learned to make the most out of the resources he has. Now he has a special use for his ever efficient but far too mouthy for her own good secretary—Darcy Lewis.

"Let me get this straight, Mr. Laufeyson." Darcy had sat in front of his desk, almost in mortification at his plan. "You want me to be your little spy for her?" Darcy inquired.

He sighed momentarily regretting asking her to do this for him.

"You two are joining Jane in wedding planning? I just want you to take note on what she likes and what she doesn't." He explained. "You are not to speak about this to her, to Jane, nor to Thor. This is just a secret between you and I."

It was a dangerous proposition, Loki had known as much. At the end of the day, Darcy's loyalty was with you and with Jane. Having her keep something so important was going to be hard. More so knowing what his intentions were at the end and something he was yet to tell his secretary.

"You're planning the wedding for her or something?" She questioned.

"Oh no, you're planning it for me." He smirked seeing the surprise that now painted her face. "If you could give me all the information of what she would want for her own wedding, and give me a complete plan for it, I am giving you a complete month off, fully paid and I'm even gonna throw in an all-expense paid vacation if she agrees to everything you've compiled."

This was a bribe of the highest order and this was the only bribe he had made that he was nervous for. How ironic knowing how many public officials and high ranking police officers he had bribed in his life. Every single one of those men and women had taken the money if it means there wouldn't get a bullet through their head courtesy of Loki. But with Darcy, it wasn't like he could shoot her between the eye if she refuses.

"One condition, you convince Y/N that I'm the maid-of-honor, then we got ourselves as deal."

Shaking the woman's hand, it was the first plan finally in motion. It was now time for him to execute his side of the plan.

~

"So, are you gonna buy me some earrings, Loki?" Sylvie had teased as the siblings had made their way to the jewelry shop.

All eyes were on them, it was closing time after all--but knowing it was Loki that would be coming, it was best for them to be open until he was satisfied with his purchase. There were no longer customers in the constantly packed shop, but a few handful of the salesperson and manager waiting for his beck and call.

"Not this time." Loki smirked at his youngest sister. Making his way to the case that displayed the most expensive array of rings. You had a cheap promise ring on, and he now wanted to go all out on the engagement ring as well as the wedding rings.

Just imagining the shock you would have for the ring, it already brought a bubble of excitement into him. Just to see the twinkle in your eyes as you see the rings he would have chosen before going full lecture on how expensive it was. Knowing it would take a lot of convincing on his part, but you'll love it once they're wrapped around your finger.

"You and Y/N have the same size of ring finger?" Loki had pointed out, smirking and knowing Sylvie was most often used as his test dummy for whenever he would be shopping for jewelry for you.

"I don't know if I have to cut of my finger for you to stop using me." Sylvie snorted as she had begun to look through rings on display. "I think we're in the wrong section. Thought you two don't have any plans getting married."

"Miscommunication on our part." Loki brushed off, not wanting to be brought back to that dark part of your relationship. "I'm going to propose in a few weeks."

"Look at you and Thor. Finally getting married. Try convincing Y/N to make me the maid-of-honor, will you?" She grinned before turning to the manager to ask for their most expensive set of rings.

Loki could only wonder how Sylvie would fight with Darcy in convincing you to have them be your maid-of-honor. He did not want to get himself involved with it whatsoever. He would have to ask you to deal with it and manage whatever you would dish out on him if the time was to come.

~

Your hands and your feet were aching. For once, you were thankful for the driver Loki would often have to drive you home if he wasn't available. You didn't have to worry about driving all on your own or the nightmare that was New York's traffic. Having someone to drive you was a momentary blessing you never thought you needed.

Opening the door, you were welcomed with the sight of Loki arranging an array of food on the table. Food that you knew perfectly well that you couldn't finish with Loki all on your own.

"Before you ask, my mother had a taste testing for one of her parties, she thought she'd give me some for us to sample." He explained pulling the chair for you.

You were far too tired to even think about the questions your brain was adamant on asking your boyfriend. The sight of handful of samplings, your stomach betrayed you as both of you dug in to the food. Amongst the appetizers and main courses, you had your favorite and it was something if ever the time comes would want to be added to the reception of your own wedding.

"I think I'd go for the Salmon or the Steak for main course." You pointed out offhandedly.

"Dessert?" Loki had asked, now taking hold of your hand.

A smile was on your face at how easy it was for him to rile you up, how his touch sent comfort after everything you had done for the day. Ironic to know that this were the same hand that would bring nothing but death on whoever he saw fit. You never saw that side of him in its full capacity and you hope you never will in the near future.

"Will your mother be offended if I say I prefer our cheesecake over this?" You asked sheepishly.

"I don't think she will." Loki smirked kissing your hand before standing up. It surprised you, how easy the conversation had been flowing between you and your fiancé that you didn't even realize that the food was long gone and Loki had now ordered you to sit and enjoy your wine while he cleans up.

"How did the wedding planning go with Jane and Darcy?" Loki had inquired from the kitchen.

Taking both of your glasses to the kitchen, you flopped yourself onto the marbled island to have a good view of Loki as he started washing the dished, a very good view of his backside that you somehow never get tired of.

"If I'm being honest, I think I'm more stressed that Jane all throughout planning. I love Darcy, don't get me wrong, but she was instigating things when we're not even planning our own wedding just yet." You pointed out.

From flowers to decoration, Jane's decision had been a breeze but when Darcy had it out for you, even Jane was in on it. If you didn't know them any better, you would believe that the two of them were also planning your own wedding to Loki behind your back. Shaking your head, you took another sip of your wine, eyes still glued to Loki's ass and washing away today's stress.

"I don't think Ms. Lewis means any harm. You know how nosey she could be." He points out, back still facing you. "And I think it's a good thing that you're joining them along, at least when we do plan our own wedding, it's gonna be less stressful for the both of us if you already know what you want."

"But I want you to be there with me." You pouted. If you were to plan your wedding you wanted Loki to be with you. It wasn't just your special day, it was also his.

"My Love," He turned just in time to catch you checking up your ass. "Were you just staring at my ass?" he smirked.

Looking away, you ignored his question and took another sip of your wine. You will not, for the life of you, admit such a thing. Looking away, you had not noticed Loki not standing right in front of you, in between your legs, a smile on his face as his wet hands cupped your cheeks, you squealed at the surprising cold hands that turned to face your head towards him.

"I will ignore that for now." he assures with a wink and the fact that your cheeks now grow warm because of the information. “The only thing I would want in our wedding is you, walking down the aisle towards me as you say the words I do. I don’t care about the other implications that would come with that. You can spend a fortune or bargain the cheapest deals, I don’t care. As long as you are there, marrying no one else but me.”

Blinking away the tears that started to fall you did what you do best.

“You’re getting a blowjob tonight.” You promised him and the way his eyes brighten was all you had to do to momentarily forget about whatever had happened today and focus on giving your boyfriend the best head he ever has since the two of you started dating.

It was more of a stress reliever for you than it was to him.

~

“If I’m being honest, I think the ball gown style looks better on Y/N and the Mermaid one looks better on you, Jane.” Darcy had started as the both of you had sat on the couch alongside Hela and Sylvie that had also joined along in helping Jane pick out a dress. Frigga wasn’t able to join as she had something she needed to handle with Loki—or so Hela had explained and Sylvie could care less about at this point.

The fact that the sisters were nodding and almost encouraging in whatever Darcy has planned for the day already had you dreading the rest of the day and what was to come. You should have accepted the bottle of champagne offered by today’s consultant.

This was the second store they had made their way to, and Jane had been struggling to find her dress and you could understand why. As much as you and Darcy would be supportive of whatever choice she may have on her dress, the same could not be said about Hela and Sylvie that would do anything and everything to nitpick on her dress and further diminish Jane’s excitement for dress shopping.

It brought your own fears now, knowing when it was time for you to have your turn of finding a perfect dress, would you also be enduring the same predicament as Jane was right now.

“It’s getting boring, when is she coming out?” Hela groaned head laid on the side of the coach you four had sat on, waiting for Jane to finally head out to finally see what she had picked up.

“Maybe I should find something for her?” Sylvie voice out enthusiastically which earned a groaned from both you and Darcy.

“For once I can go behind that instead of sitting around and doing nothing.”

As the sisters stood, Darcy was quick to pull the sisters back down on to where they sat beside you.

“You two sit your asses down.” Darcy snapped which genuinely surprised you. You’ve seen a very well stressed Darcy before, all thanks to your moody boyfriend, but this—this actually takes the cake and the deathly glare she was sending the sisters had earned a shiver down her spine. “Alright, so I’m not gonna hear another pip for you two from now on. Whatever Jane picks up, you smile and fucking agree, no more bitching and complaining that lace or satin doesn’t look good on her, understand?”

Darcy genuinely got to the sisters as they were left speechless and agreeing without another word. You’re gonna make sure Darcy is with you when you plan your wedding, God know you’re gonna need her if it ever comes to this.

“And you.” She points towards you, eyes still glaring. “Go on and try a ball gown or something.”

And somehow you just found yourself following one of the bridal consultant and doing just as she told you. Okay, you’re taking back what you said about making use of Darcy—she was even more assertive than you could be when she needed to be.

Eventually with the sisters keeping their opinions to themselves, Jane had finally found herself a dress and with how easily she was able to do so, she had noticed you were missing and it was something she had pulled Darcy away from the sisters to ask about.

“Why are you making Y/N try on a dress?” Jane had asked as the sisters had now been given free rein to roam around the boutique for dresses.

“No reason.” Darcy smirked, almost satisfied with her plan working to her favor, she kept the sister quiet for the rest of the day and you were now also trying on dresses without another protest like you had done in the first shop.

“Darcy.” Jane’s tone grows more serious and Darcy just had a looser lips.

“Fine.” Darcy sighed hoping Loki wouldn’t find out about Jane finally knowing. “Loki is making me plan their wedding and that’s what I’ve been doing since we started planning for your wedding—and I’m sorry, I know it’s your big day and all, but I just thought it was kind of sweet that Loki, the same dude that once vowed to never have any commitments in his life found Y/N.”

“Darcy!” Jane scolded.

“What? I’m doing Y/N a favor and getting paid by Laufeyson too!”

“This is so wrong on so many levels, I don’t really care if you help her do it alongside me, it would have been fine with me to have to endure all of this together, but she doesn’t know. She should know, Darcy!”

“What am I supposed to do?” Darcy questioned. “Laufeyson’s gonna kill me if he finds out I didn’t do this, and Y/N’s gonna kill me if I tell her now.”

“Tell me about what?”

Both of them turned to see the sight of you. A shared gasped escaped their lips at the beaming smile on your face. Darcy was wrong about the ball gown, you looked stunning in the fitted mermaid dress with a hint of green on the dress.

You looked beautiful and for the first time, you don’t feel any hesitation or annoyance for being forced to wear dresses when you’re not even the one that was going to be married in a few months. You were beaming from ear to ear and without even trying to find the perfect dress for you.

“I may or may not have told your Uncle we were dress shopping and I may or may not have had told him I forced you to try on a few pairs.”

“Darcy!” You scolded but you weren’t mad, maybe this was a good thing, you already found a perfect dress, and maybe once Thor and Jane are done with their own wedding, your own wedding planning would begin.

Well, you do still have to wait for Loki to actually propose, but the promise ring on your finger was a good indication that it would be happening soon—sooner than you actually thought it would.

~

“Did the dress shopping go well?” Loki had asked the moment you had made your way to his office. A smile was on his face all throughout.

There was this sparkle in your eyes as you had made your way to your office—a rare occurrence since most of your time had been spent with working in the café, helping Jane with her wedding had somehow ease your schedule a little bit.

There was a skip in your step. The sight of you in his green sweater and skin tight jeans already has his mouth drooling. There was always something about you in his clothes that makes him go feral. He marked his territory of you without even trying and it was just refreshing to see at this point. The one good thing in his life worth fighting for.

“Yeah.” You smiled making your way towards him.

Loki didn’t need to ask as he pushed himself away from his desk and immediately welcome you onto his lap. His hands wrapped around your waist, head nestled against the swells of your breast and you had your arms around his head in a hug. A perfect position he could ever be in all his life.

“Was Sylvie and Hela a menace throughout?” He inquired, one of the many reasons his two sisters were not made aware of his plan how meddling the two of them could be if the mood arises for the two of them.

“You don’t want to know.” You muttered, sighing as Loki slipped his cold hands under the sweater you wore. “Darcy surprisingly put the two back in their place and I don’t know if I should be scared of relieved about it.”

“I’m sure Darcy is just being a good friend to Jane. I can’t hope my sisters were much help in that department.” Loki pointed out.

“You’re not wrong.” You agreed. “Darcy even had me try on a few dresses too.”

Loki knew, Darcy had placed the order under his credit card when no one was looking, and one thing Darcy had made sure you didn’t know about was the price and for whatever you had chosen he knew very well it was worth it from the smile on your beautiful face.

“So will we be consulting with another episode of Say Yes to the Dress or did you find anything for our own wedding?” He inquired hoping he wasn’t toeing too far to be obvious.

“I actually found one and it looks pretty good on me, if I do say so myself.” You smirked scratching Loki’s scalp and earning a groaned from him in the process. “Without even trying I think I have actually found my dress. I just hope that when it’s my turn to pick up the dress it’s still available.”

“I’m sure it will. You’re getting married to me, so I doubt they’ll place it off the rack.”

“You are not to use your power or fucking influence on anyone during our wedding planning, you hear me?” You warned and if you only knew what had been happening for the past few weeks his power and influence had been on turbo just to make things perfect for you.

“I can’t make any promises I can’t keep.” He spoke and it was as honest as he could get at this point.

“At least try for me.” You plead hands now coming to slide towards his suited chest. Pulling away from the comfort of your chest, he looked right back towards you and he was weak under your gaze.

“I’ll try.” He whispered before pulling you into a heated kiss and hopefully making you forget about Jane’s wedding planning for a good while for now and distract you further from the fact that your own wedding was also in the works.

~

To some, having a mobster boyfriend-slash-fiancé would be considered a perk, there are a rare times that you could admit as such. As you, Darcy, and Jane now enjoy the girl’s only day at the bar Loki owns, a part of you knew it wasn’t just from Loki’s kind of heart, it was more on the line of his jealousy of any man that could possibly come your way without him to watch over you.

Jane’s wedding was a week from now and all three of you had decided to go on ahead with the Bachelorette Party now to make room for the last minute things needed for the wedding—not that Jane really needed any more help with how lavish everything was. It was all thanks to Darcy that was now really enjoying taking her much needed day off to relax and unwind.

“Sometimes I wonder if it’s a natural trait of theirs or they’re all just paranoid.” Darcy had whispered to you as your eyes now followed to where she was looking.

Sylvie and Hela were in the VIP Section of the club, to an untrained eye, one would believe they were just a bunch of rich snobs that was above everyone else—they were, in a sense, but from what you could see from where you were sitting, they had a few mobster wives in the section. They were talking business.

You had always thought about when you marry Loki if you would be expected to run the family business with the rest of his clan. Jane was, technically working for them, as she was Thor and Hela’s secretary and she knew far more than you that only has a knack for pastries and auditing the books.

“Maybe both.” You finally told Darcy with a shrug, a sip of your gin and tonic.

The party between the three of you was still raging on and with you having the day off from the café as well, you want to be plastered just as much as the two were planning on being for the night.

For what felt like hours, aside from your signature drink, Darcy had fueled you and Jane with shots upon shots of tequila and what little inhibitions the two of you still had now magically melted away as all three of you had now joined in the growing crowd in the dance floor.

“I’m getting married!” Jane’s announcement had you and Darcy burst out laughing supporting her in the chaos of the crowd now also celebrating Jane’s impending marriage to Thor Odinson.

The dancing and the amount of alcohol in your system must have gotten the better of you and eventually when you could barely remember how, you have arrived to your senses when Loki had come to pick you up from the bar. Thor had the role of handling his fiancé and surprisingly, Sylvie was there for the far too intoxicated and giggly Darcy, who now had her arms wrapped around the youngest Laufeydottir.

“See you at your wedding tomorrow, Y/N!” Darcy spoke making your jerk your head towards Darcy then towards Loki that had now glared daggers at his assistant.

Before you could even question what your best friend had spoken, you were practically manhandled into Loki’s waiting car. His Jaguar purring as dangerously as its owner. Buckling you onto the passenger seat, you watched from the window as Darcy giggled at whatever Jane was saying even at the look of shock in the siblings’ faces that came with it.

“Ready to go home, My Love?”

Turning to face Loki, the familiar smile broke from your lips as you nodded eagerly—knowing fully well what would be coming to you the moment you head home with him.

You were content in the silence of the car ride, for once—even in your drunken state, felt content in the silence of the ride, the usually throat clearing from Loki from time to time, and the low hum of the car’s engine that also brought the oh so familiar heat to your core.

Eventually, finally arriving back to your shared apartment, Loki had made quick work of lifting you bridal style into your shared bathroom, to help you with washing away the remains of the night’s party. Loki promptly sitting you on the marbled sink top before he took hold of your makeup remover wipes—something you were thankful for him doing for you.

Standing in between your spread legs, you smiled down at him, at how gentle he was wiping your face. This man, who brutally controls New York held you so gently like a fragile flower. This was the complexity of the man and what made you fall so madly in love with him for years. Nothing brings you greater joy than knowing that you’re going to marry him one day and nothing in this world matters more to you than him just as much as nothing matters to him more than you.

“I want five kids.” You announced while Loki continued on cleaning you up.

“Why is that, My Love?” He smiled indulging your drunken words.

“I want a big family. Full of love from me and you.” You smiled already imagining Loki, holding on your first baby together, how his hands that had always caused death and pain could eventually create life with you. “I want them to look just like you, but they should never for the life of them be as moody as you, I might not keep up with it.”

“And you are not alone in that sentiment, My Love.” He snorts finally throwing the wipes onto the bin, before lifting you back up under your underarms and gently placing you back down onto your feet—only now realizing you didn’t have your high heels anymore and Loki once again overtowers you.

“But I want them to be kind just like you.” You added, holding onto his hand before pulling him back to your bedroom to sleep for the night.

“I don’t think kindness is the best way to describe me, My Love.” Loki points out.

“But you are!” You protest finally letting go of his hand and turning to face him with the familiar grin on your face. “Stop selling yourself short, you idiot. I wouldn’t have loved you if you weren’t kind.”

“Here I thought you loved me for other things.”

“Pervert.”

“Still love me for it, Y/N.” He snorts.

“My pussy knows far too well.” You jabbed right back.

Still facing him you slipped off your dress to reveal what laid underneath. His favorite green laced lingerie set. From the erections slowly forming on your boyfriend’s trousers, you got the reaction you were waiting for him. The discomfort of the bloody lace all night was worth it.

“What am I ever going to do with you?” Loki sighed stepping closer to you, hands falling towards your ass and pushing you further into his fully erect cock still in the confinements of his trousers. “This is the life I never thought I would want to have.”

“Me, drunk and in this skimpy lace?” You teased grinning at the light slap he gave your ass.

“Among other things, My Love.” He smiled looking back down at you with the familiar smile on his face. “I never thought I would finally start a family and be lucky enough to start it with you.”

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you appreciated his sentiments. The life he had to live was something he had to endure all on his own. A family that had been dysfunctional from the start and only he could have saved from permanent damnation. With all that Loki had sacrificed, it was only time he had his own little slice of happiness in his life.

“I’m the lucky one.” You pointed out. “My future husband is the kindest, most wonderful man I had ever had the chance of meeting in my life. I’m excited to walk down the aisle with to you and spend the rest of my boring life with you.”

He smiled cupping your cheeks, and the familiar glint was in his eyes that always took your breath away.

“Will you marry me tomorrow?” He asked.

The questioned had made you giggle. Patience wasn’t always Loki’s best attitude, but you wouldn’t think it was this severe. But at the sudden seriousness of his features, was he serious.

“Loki, you can’t be serious right now.” As the words slowly try to sink in, Darcy’s earlier words at the bar and everything she had been doing for the past few weeks has finally made sense to you. “Oh my God, you fucking made Darcy plan my wedding for me?!”

Just like that, all the alcohol had left your body at the realization of Loki’s plans all along.

“I am not going to marry you tomorrow or any other day before Thor and Jane’s wedding.” You declared. “And I’m not fucking marrying you just because you did this for me.”

“And why the hell not?”

“You can’t just steal this moment from Jane and Thor.” You snapped. “I’m not gonna fucking let you. And you will not take the opportunity away from me of planning my own fucking wedding with you.”

“You’re making this difficult when it really shouldn’t be.”

“Me?” You screamed. “How the fucking hell and high waters am I making this difficult, Laufeyson.”

Eyes wide, Loki’s stupidity knows no bound as he falls to his knees in front of you. Hand holding on to a green velvet box and you know perfectly well what it contains.

“Stop.” You immediately cover Loki’s mouth before he could make you change your mind with his proposal. “Not like this, Loki. Not when I’m drunk and half naked. I don’t want you to propose to me because you feel obligated to do so after everything we’ve both been through.”

You held onto the velvet box that was still in his shaky grasp. You held onto what little strength you had left in your body to not open the box and see the ring he had brought for you.

“Marry me when we are both good and ready.”

“I am always been ready to marry you.” He whispered. “The first moment you had pointed that mop at me when I first saw you all those years ago in the café, you were always bound to me, body and soul. The only woman that is capable to ever keep up with a bastard like me. I had been good and ready the moment you said you loved me, the moment you had given me my second chance. When you said that no matter what I chose to do with my life and with this business you will always stand by my side through thick and thin.”

You smiled, remembering all the good and the bad in your relationship, through the ups and downs, you always had each other.

“We’ve lived as husband and wife for years, lived through our vows long before we even realized we both wanted marriage in our lives.”

You nodded, knowing the simplest things in your home together—the domestic bliss of the life you had made for yourself with Loki. Away from the café, and away from the gang he had created for himself here in New York.

“I can’t live another day knowing you are not married to me, when you do not carry my name with your own. Every single day I could only hope and wish to God that I can be assured that you will be bound to me and only me. I want to live my life knowing you’re giving me the chance of becoming something I never thought I could do properly; A husband and even a father someday, My Love.”

The tears now slowly falling from your eyes at Loki’s words, his desperation that you never thought he actually had. If it means so much to him.

“We can get married in front of a judge or something, we can get married again in any way you would want in the future—I just need you.” He continued to plead.

“You have me, Loki.” You assured him, cupping onto his cheeks. “You always have me, in whatever shape and form you would want me in.”

“Will you marry me, tomorrow, My Love?” He asked.

This time, you nodded, accepting his proposal. Taking the velvet box back, he opened the case to the sight of the most beautiful ring you have ever seen in your life. The green stone sparkled into the light, but it could never compared to the glassy eyes of your boyfriend that finally broke into a smile relief flooding him just as much as it did you.

Slipping the ring alongside the promise ring he had given you before, it was a sheer contrast and Loki had kept his promise of going all out on this one.

“Let’s get married now, just you and me.” You whispered. You know it’s selfish for you to ask, but after everything you had to deal with in Jane’s own wedding planning, having this for yourself with Loki was the best thing you could have for yourself right now.

“Let’s sober you up and I’ll make some calls.” He stood and you had watch the sudden skip in his steps as he made his way to his phone to make the calls you know perfectly well would forever change your life for the best.

~

Showered and makeup once again caked as best as your slightly sober mind you do, you wore a simple white sundress and kept your hair up in a bun as you didn’t have the time or effort to handle the mess. You had watched Loki making himself just as presentable in your bedroom. The judge to wed you both was already waiting with a few of Loki’s closest personnel to stand as witnesses. Everyone was simply waiting for the two of you to head out.

Changing into a fresh set of suit, a smile was on your face as you had made your way towards him to help him with his cufflinks and his tie. All the while, a gentle kiss would be given to each other all throughout. The smile on both of your faces couldn’t be removed and as soon as Loki was go and ready, you looked up at him to see him looking right back at you.

“Are you really sure you want to marry me?”

“Loki, after that awesome speech you’ve given me, now you’re taking it back?” You teased cupping his sharp cheeks. “You’re stuck to me forever.”

“And I would not want it any other way.” He grinned wrapping his arms around you. For a moment, swaying you in a dance and humming your favorite song together. At last. Here you both were forever in each other’s arms.

At last.

“I do hope you will help me with Darcy tomorrow.” He whispered finally ruining the momentary peace. Grinning bigger, you could only imagine the annoyance on your friend’s face if she ever finds out.

“You’re on your own with that, Laufeyson.” You teased.

“Here I thought it’s going to be in sickness and in health, until death do we part?” He pouts.

“It is.” You confirm. “But if I’m going to die because of your plan, I’m ready to be a widow early.”

“So much for happily ever after.”

[jeongvision]

nct’s jaehyun’s perfume collection review!!

for part two, please refer to here!

hello, all! so some of you may have already known that in the past month, i have impulsively purchased various of perfumes, some of which are based on jaehyun’s personal perfume collection that he uses as mentioned on various platforms. some of the scents he uses are:

tom ford white suede

tom ford fucking fabulous

le labo neroli 36

jo malone myrrh & tonka

jo malone wood sage & sea salt

byredo bal d’afrique

as someone who loves collecting perfumes myself, this was a perfect excuse for me to buy some to get an idea on how he would ‘smell’ like!

some of you have asked for me to post a review of his perfumes! i will be primarily listing my reactions, experiences, and ratings for each scent, along with pictures of jaehyun associated with each scent and if the scent is masculine, feminine, or neutral. i have purchased all of them except for tom ford fucking fabulous. the byredo bal d’afrique will be reviewed at a later date after it arrives in the mail, so for now only 4/6 scents will be discussed.

disclaimer: this is NOT an advertisement but simply a fun and personal review of his perfume collection! but i wouldn’t be opposed with possible brand deals with any of them

before you buy!! some of the fragrances will react differently on your skin as the scents are based on your body chemistry with certain chemicals listed on their ingredients. thus, you may smell a different scent when sprayed on your body than on mine. not only that, some of the perfumes utilizes synthetic ingredients, which can be a deterrent for those with a sensitive nose. i strongly recommend sampling them out at local stores before purchasing as these brands are expensive.

without further ado, happy reading! please do tell me your personal experiences if you have also tried some of them (or perfumes from other members!) <3

warnings: heavy cursing, some vulgar language lmao (they will be listed as [**] if you would like to skip those parts, especially for minors)

TOM FORD WHITE SUEDE

“The addictive pull of leather and suede is channeled through an elegant musk-derived composition. Musk’s primal intensity is harmonized with saffron and thyme, heightened with velvety rose and warm amber. Warm, supple and sensual, a perfume with an irresistible expression of raw desire.” —Tom Ford

first and foremost, i just want to say holy fucking SHIT HE SMELLS SO FUCKING GOOD WTF ASKJFKLSJ

[**] HE SMELLS SO FUCKING SEXYAJJF IT’S HARD HOURS FOR HIM EVERY TIME I SMELL IT

like?? oh my god?????

i literally CRIED in my car after smelling it bc oh my gOD HE SMELLS LIKE THAT??!?!??

HE SMELLS LIKE A FUCKING BOYFRIEND OH MY GODJSJFJKS

i can never look at him the same way ever again holy crap

“raw desire” sOMEBODY PLEASE SAVE ME I CAN’T—

[**] like honestly it makes me want to eat his neck and choke on his dick whAt

anyways

it has a leathery and musky scent to it with a mix of powdery!!

slightly sharp when you first spray it but once it settles and marinates on your skin and clothing, it’s PERFECT

listen i’m still shooked that he smells like THAT

my friend told me one day to spray it on a big sweater and wear it to mimic wearing one of ‘his’ sweaters and—

:(

i wanted to kith him

and hug him

and cuddle with him

and never let him go aaAAAHHH

[**] oh daddy

masculine or feminine? androgynous

recommend? YES ARE YOU KIDDING ME

rating? “i’m going to name my future kid eleven because he is going to be better than you.” —liu yangyang to ten

LE LABO NEROLI 36

“Neroli is another name for the essence of Orange Blossom. The unique quality of our Neroli is its sunny floral character with an extraordinarily warm, sensual base. Rose, musk, mandarin orange (slightly aldehydic), jasmine and vanilla, among other essences, complete the portrait, bringing Neroli 36 spikiness, ease, zest and heat... Well-being, elegance and charm all in a bottle!” —Le Labo

okay so i purchased this (and many other scents) as a sample (1.5 ml) bc this shit is hella expensive

like bro the price of it as 15 ml costs more than jo malone’s 30 ml

maybe it’s bc they said lab techs compound it on-demand??

not sure

but anyways

this gives me straight flower boy vibes

like i’m in a flower shop and there’s a cute florist behind the counter trimming and tending plants with such careful hands

but the white floral kinds

OHOHOHOHO

WE LOVE IT

if you like those kinds of scents, then this is definitely the scent for you!

seriously it smells like lilies and all the white florals alike

personally i like the sweet floral scents so this one is okay to me

still smells really good!

reminds me of glade’s fresh linen carpet powder so it unlocked a repressed memory of my childhood LMFOAODA

what a gentleman he smells like uwuuu

honestly if i was getting married to someone and he showed up to my wedding as a guest wearing this perfume i’d leave my fiancé on the spot

this man has quality tastes wtf

masculine or feminine? gender neutral (ish)? more feminine if i have to say

recommend? if you like white floral scents then you would go BONKERS over this!

rating? 7/10 only bc i prefer sweet floral over white floral scents but if i didn’t then i’d rate it 10/10

JO MALONE MYRRH & TONKA

“Rich, hand-harvested sap of the Namibian myrrh tree, mingling with the warm almond and lush vanilla notes of the tonka bean. Noble and intoxicating.” —Jo Malone

oh bitch

BITCH

THIS MOTHERFUCKER SMELLS SO FUCKING GOOD OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDDD

“noble and intoxicating” DAMN FUCKING RIGHT IT IS

[**] I WILL GET ON MY KNEES FOR THIS MAN IF I EVER SMELL THIS ON HIM

my royal liege, jung jaehyun, i am at your SERVICE HELLO SIR WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU TODAY

he could step on my face and i’d thank him for allowing me to breathe the same air as him oh my god—

ahem

moving along now

it has a vanilla and amber scent to it! a very nice and sweet scent to it that’s not too overbearing

usually i’m not a big fan of vanilla or cake fragrances bc they tend to nauseate me

but this one?

ohohoho

this is the good stuff

i didn’t exactly purchase this one; i bought other fragrances from jo malone and they gave me free samples to choose from, and myrrh & tonka was one of them sO MIGHT AS WELL TRY IT OUT

so glad i did omg i don’t regret it

i might just buy a bottle of it

[**] another one bites the dust just RAIL ME ALREADY JUNG JAEHYUN I’M BEGGING YOU—

[**] daddy pls

masculine or feminine? androgynous, but leaning slightly towards feminine

recommend? YES OH MY GOD

rating? CHITTAPHON OUT OF TEN

JO MALONE WOOD SAGE & SEA SALT

“Escape the everyday along the windswept shore. Waves breaking white, the air fresh with sea salt and spray. The mineral scent of rugged cliffs, mingling with earthy sage.” —Jo Malone

yo this shit smells good

like REALLY good

he smells like beaches and lemons hELLO THERE

no wonder this is one of their best sellers wtf this man has IMMACULATE TASTE EYE—

AND THERE’S ONLY ONE (1) OF HIM IN THIS ENTIRE WORLD???!?

HUH!?!!?

life truly isn’t fair, huh

okay god i see you with favorites

now

let’s see here

very citrusy!!

also has that marine type of scent to it making it exceptionally aromatic!

not too much of a boujee scent like m&t where you would use on special events

this is more like a scent you would use on a daily basis going out

but upgraded

like you would smell fresh and expensive

kind of like a lowkey rich kid type of scent but you’re humble about it but lowkey kinda flexing yk?

this smell is BEAUT i love it omg i cant stop sniffing it

i’m a sucker for citrus scents :(

i’d wear this shit to school everyday if i could and have all my friends smell me

damn i bet his sweaters smell hella nice with this perfume :(

masculine or feminine? gender neutral

recommend? yes, yes, and yes.

rating? 10/10

tl;dr— jaehyun has expensive tastes and smells so fucking sexy how is he even real what the fUCk

[gravelgirty]

When you give a cat a home...

Please remember what it means.  In the USA if you want to do the right thing, most vet offices won’t simply spay/neuter a cat or dog off the street without putting them through tests (bloodwork, scanning, labs) because that’s how they screen for diseases.  And it is expensive.

We took in this little fellow, starving and rail-thin during a rotten winter storm.  He had been living on his own for quite a while, but we can’t keep him. We were saving his life. 

Fine, we thought...We’ll apply to the local shelter and pay the sliding scale fee to get him spayed and surely he will be far more adoptable that way (oh, yeah). My sister’s porch is overrun by all these cats the Crazy Cat Lady had on her porch and then she died...they all have diseases and keep breeding faster than she can keep up, and she actually found volunteers who do TNR for free.

But my application was processed at the same time the county seized multiple hoarding households and first one, then another, then another house made the news for SO MANY CATS brought to the shelter, all in physically poor condition and in need of their own neutering.  Let’s not mention names; Tacoma is a big place but not big enough to protect privacies.

The weeks ticked by with no end and sight.  We live sparingly; I have three jobs to keep up with rent and utilities and food.  My kids work too but we don’t have a car and public transportation is a minimum $62 a month for each adult. My son’s cat is diabetic and needs $160 a month in insulin and syringes; that doesn’t even cover the diabetic cat food (pro tip: FELINE FANCY FEAST CLASSIC PATE any flavor is ok for diabetic cats!).  But at $1 for a tiny little can...it adds up.  For all the household cats we pay half and that means a minimum of $150 for food and litter).  Those medical credit cards, like Kare Kredit, are great in emergencies but your ability to make payments on time is soon gobbled up by cascading recurring purchases.

This is not a bad cat.  But he was in a bad situation.

Someone must have loved him.  He was litter trained and let us clip his claws(!) But he rarely purrs, and is nervous at being brushed. Being an intact male 'Orca’ wants to spray and our cats are harassed at his high energy and desire to play. Perhaps someone just couldn’t take care of him when he stopped being an adorable and physically immature kitten. We don’t know.  We were $900 in debt taking care of our cat before he came to us, and things are getting worse.  The stool sample test for parasites costs as much as month’s supply of veterinarian insulin syringes.  The pre-op health exam cost us $268.82.  Tomorrow’s blood work will be another $50-60 and the neutering surgery alone?  I don’t even want to know and that doesn’t cover using LYFT to get him to the vet--$30 in each direction, totaling to $120.  

Surely there are cheaper vet offices?  I have no doubt.  But so many offices are full to bursting and not taking new clients.

We don’t regret bringing him in, because damn it, fair is fair.  He doesn’t deserve being cold and hungry in a place where coyotes are feeding pretty well on cats their foolish owners let loose to ‘be free’.  He came right up to us.  No one posted a LOST sign; there was no proof he had been in a home for a long time.

I don’t know about other countries, but if medical debt isn’t taken seriously for humans if you are trying to apply for food stamps and other emergency resources, they sure as hell care less about pets needing care.  System = Broken over here. We already live out of the food bank (that’s its own struggle, trust me).

If you want to take up someone’s offer for a needy pet, please don’t be nervous about offering to give a few bucks toward set pet’s care with them.  Yes, many people are proud.  But the phrase ‘pay it forward’ is pretty damn hard to argue with.  Use it.  Also, when people are stressed and wondering if this little animal is really going to a good home, offering them some money is a reassurance that you can afford to care for them.

We are humans.  Part of our responsibility is stepping up to the plate when another human fails in their obligations.  And sometimes, it really costs.  

If anyone is looking for a pretty little cat in the Tacoma area and they know they can care for him, PM me. He’s coming chipped, vaxxed, tested, spayed--all the trimmings.  Except for those pesky reproductive organs.  Those are getting trimmed off on Tuesday.

[matsbarzal]

Number 9 from fluff with Elias Pettersson, please?

fluff #9. "i know i just spilt my drink all over your brand-new shirt..."

word count: 1.1k pairing: elias pettersson x reader

Elias Pettersson prided himself on three specific things.

One, he was a damn good guy, raised well with good manners and a polite attitude. Two, he was a damn good hockey player with good puck-handling skills and the statistics to prove it. And three, he damn well knew how to dress himself better than any of his teammates and friends, or so he thought.

There was a slight chance that Brock and Quinn disagreed with his opinions about their style, the jokes about the length of his pants and the bagginess of his shirts an ongoing topic of conversation. Regardless of what they said, Elias Pettersson prided himself on his style, and the abundance of clothes he ordered weekly.

He wouldn’t necessarily consider it anything special, his style, but it wasn’t basic, or the same clothes he saw on every other person in the city of Vancouver. It was the same outfits his friends wore back at home, the same shirts his brother would send him asking him whether or not he liked it. It wasn’t anything special, but he prided himself on it regardless.

Elias would be lying if he said he didn’t pay a significant amount for the clothes he wore on the daily. If you had the money, why not spend it on the things that brought you joy?

There was a chance… a small chance, that a 300-dollar shirt from a boutique in the heart of Stockholm may have been an unnecessary purchase. A small chance.

There was an even larger chance that you were now staring directly at said 300-dollar shirt which now contained the remnants of your coffee, something that most definitely did not fit the style of the outfit the blonde wore. The look of shock on your face was mirrored identically in the face of the man in front of you.

The blonde to the left of the man now wearing your coffee held an equal look of shock, and then humour as the emotions crossed over his face.

Spluttering as you tried to grab the napkins from the counter beside you, you pressed them forward.

“I am so sorry. I didn’t even realize how close you were behind me, I’m so sorry. This shirt looks so expensive, oh my god, I’m so sorry. I’ll buy you a new shirt, or a new outfit… oh my god I’m so sorry.”

The man in question took the napkins from you politely and disposed of them in the garbage, not even attempting to pat at the stain that now covered the bottom half of his shirt.

“That shirt was so ugly. Thank you for ruining it, I’m so glad I didn’t have to,” the blonde was clutching his side as he laughed, a wide grin plastered on his face while the man with the coffee-covered shirt just glared at his friend.

“I’m seriously so sorry, let me buy you a new one? You obviously like your shirt, I totally didn’t mean to,” shrugging his shoulders, Elias allowed the dry laugh to bubble up from his throat.

“Unless you plan on going to Stockholm soon, I doubt you’ll be able to buy this shirt,” he quipped, a slight edge to his tone which elicited a frown on your lips.

“Okay well… I know I just spilt my drink all over your brand-new shirt, but there’s no need to be rude. It was an accident, and you were standing right behind me, it’s really your own fault if you look at it,” crossing your arms in front of you proudly, you stared at the man, waiting for him to quip back.

There was one thing Elias Pettersson did not pride himself on: his version of flirting. Compared to Brock, or Quinn, or even Emil, he couldn’t flirt to save his life.

Frowning, he crossed his own arms over his chest in response. “Okay, fine. How about you make it up to me with dinner? This time something that maybe you won’t spill all over my clothes?”

You were immediately taken aback by his words, the delivery of them so formal all while simultaneously having a snooty tone to the way he asked. It was impossible to tell whether he was serious or not.

“Jesus, Petey. Be a little nicer, would ya?”

Your own arms were still crossed over your chest as you looked at ‘Petey’, your confused expression an exact opposite of the stoic facial features in front of you.

“Anything with tomato sauce is probably a no-go, then?”

Losing the shirt was a real shame but gaining you in the process was something that Elias couldn’t find himself regretting. You had happily exchanged numbers with the Canucks forward, a promise that the dinner wouldn’t involve anything that could be spilt on him or ruin anymore of his outfits.

You had slyly suggested he could just come to dinner shirtless, no need to worry about ruining any of his shirts if there was nothing there to ruin; just for him to respond back with a link to a pair of pants. A very expensive pair of pants. Obviously, you could still ruin other parts of his outfit, because apparently all he owned were expensive articles of clothing from Sweden.

Somehow, you weren’t surprised when it wasn’t you who managed to ruin his shirt on your first date. The glass of red wine falling directly into Elias’ lap when a couple accidentally bumped into the side of your table, the red immediately staining the bottom of the baby blue shirt he had put on for the occasion.

“Oh my god, not again,” quickly jumping up and pressing the linen to the bottom of his shirt to no avail. The red wine had most definitely stained through the shirt, permanently.

What you were surprised to see was the amusement evident in the Swede’s eyes, a small grin floating across his cheeks as he observed your flustered movements. He couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up from inside of him, the annoyance washing away as he realized for the second time in two days, you had somehow been involved in the destruction of one of his shirts, although this time indirectly.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, because if this keeps going, I’m probably going to have to buy a new wardrobe from the looks of it.”

The surprise didn’t last on the second date, when you watched the tree branch rip right through the side of his hiking jacket.

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