#milano scent days

[honeytonedhottie]

being put together pretty⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🍨💓

TAKE CARE OF THE BASE ;

and by base i mean ur body. before u do anything how do u look and feel? keeping up with ur hygiene and taking care of urself properly makes a world of a difference and its what we should be doing first and foremost. make sure that ur base is ready and pretty cuz it makes u look a billion times more put together. some ways to take care of ur base include ->

♡ using tongue scraper and flossing (oral health maintenance) ♡ showering 1-2x a day and moisturizing with lotion to stay soft ♡ moving ur body everyday to keep ur body tea ♡ sleeping 8-10 hours a night

THE TRINITY ;

the trinity of being put together is hair, face, and scent. so lets start with ur hair. when ur hair is done you IMMEDIATELY look a billion times better. make sure that ur hair is done beautifully and you've already made urself look more put together. as long as ur hair and face look pretty and u smell good, you're basically set.

♡ doing ur edges makes ur hair look more put together ♡ watch content creators who have similar hair textures as u so that then u can learn cute hairstyles and tricks on how to maintain ur hair

now unto ur face, make sure that ur face is washed and fresh. make sure that ur makeup is done prettily. know what works for ur face and master it through practice. if u dont have a lot of time, curl ur lashes and put on a bit of mascara in a wiggling motion (or just get ur lashes done) put on some bb cream and some lipgloss and ur good to go.

♡ some of my favorite mascaras are the essence lash princess curl and volume mascara, maybelline lash sensational and the two faced damn girl 24-hour volumizing and lengthening mascara

♡ some of my favorite lipglosses include the nyx butter gloss (literally all of them), any of the VS secret glosses, the nyx FAT lip oil, and the kiko milano 3D hydra lipgloss (05)

and last but certainly not least is our scent. so make sure that ur taking a shower everyday and using deodorant, sweet smelling soaps, creams and nectars and a yummy perfume. put perfume on ur pulse points (don't rub) and put perfume on ur clothes.

some more things that help me look more put together is things like getting my nails done, accessorizing adequately in my outfits and opting for matching sets/tracksuits.

[smoooothoperator]

What Was I Made For?

23: I Think I Like This Little Life

childhood enemies, forced proximity, accidental pregnancy, enemies to lovers (👀)

Warnings: fluuuuuff

a/n: New chapter!!! As you canread it, the ending of the story is coming closer...

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House hunting.

I remember doing it when I bought my apartment in Florence, and the memory I have of it was a good one. I was excited, being paid for the first time after my first season in Formula 1, buying all the furniture I wanted and the decorations I liked. I was excited to put my signature on a paper that said that I had a house in my name.

But now, pregnant for seven months, is a living nightmare. My back hurts, my legs hurt, my ankles are swollen, I need to go to the bathroom every now and then. 

“I swear to God, if this house is not a dreamy one, I will buy again my apartment, I don't care if I just sold it” I groaned, rubbing my belly while watching the screen of Charles' phone guiding us to the location of the last house we found.

“I promise, you'll like it” Charles laughed, holding my hand and squeezing it softly. 

“You said the same with the last two ones we visited” I protested. “And at the end of the tour you said something bad about them”

“They didn't have enough light!” he exclaimed, laughing.

“Oh, fuck off! Nikola Tesla invented the light bulb for something!” I groaned.

“But it's better when you have natural light, love” he sighed, rubbing my belly. “And those houses didn't have enough rooms”

“Enough? Charles, both of them had at least four rooms!”

“Sure, but what about our offices? And a room for the baby? And what if… I don't know, what if we have more kids?” he sighed. “We need space, love…”

“Y-yeah, but…” 

“I promise, you will like this one” he smiled.

I sighed and nodded, looking out of the window again. The sun was shining brightly in the April sky, a soft breeze carrying the scent of blooming flowers as we drove through the outskirts  of Milano. The fields were starting to turn green again, a reminder that life always continues, even after loss. 

It had been a few weeks since Athena passed away, and the ache of it still lingered in my chest, but something about this day, like the way the sunlight hit the trees and the gentle kicks from Dorian in my belly, felt different. There was hope again, even if it was just a little.

I placed a hand on my belly while I let go a long sigh, feeling Dorian’s gentle kicks beneath my palm. Seven months along, and it still amazed me how close we were to meeting him.

“You okay?” Charles asked, moving his hand to my belly without tearing off his eyes from the road.

“Yeah” I sighed. “Your son, however, thinks he's the one who's driving this car”

“He's excited. Maybe he knows we’re close to finding his first home” Charles laughed, rubbing my belly.

I chuckled, looking at Charles, his hand resting on the steering wheel, his eyes focused on the road ahead. He looked calm, but I knew him well enough to sense the excitement simmering beneath the surface.

As we turned onto a narrow, tree-lined road, the GPS beeped. We took a deep breath, trying to calm our nerves while we looked at what we had in front of us: a house with beige walls that were softened by the ivy that climbs to the brown brown. From the front of the house we could see the trees that were in the backyard, and the porch of the front had enough space to leave a few cars parked on it.

“Ready?” Charles asked, turning off the car.

“Let’s do it” I nodded, feeling a bit more of hope.

Getting out of the car was a bit more of a challenge than it had been a few months ago, but Charles was by my side in an instant, his hand on my back, guiding me gently as we walked up the gravel path toward the front door.

The agent, a woman in her late thirties with a bright smile, greeted us warmly and opened the door to let us inside.

And the moment we stepped in, I felt it. The house was filled with light, large, airy rooms with high ceilings and hardwood floors that felt warm underfoot. The living room opened up to a sprawling backyard, the kind where I could already imagine Dorian running around someday, his laughter echoing through the trees.

“What do you think?” Charles said, coming closer, smiling excitedly.

I walked slowly through the space and got in the kitchen, my hand trailing over the counter, imagining mornings here with coffee brewing, making breakfast, and Dorian babbling in his high chair. The kitchen was large, with enough space for us to grow into, and the windows above the sink overlooked the garden. I could picture us, years from now, filling this space with memories.

“It feels right” I said softly, turning to Charles. “It feels like home.”

“Let’s see the rest” he smiled, and I could see the relief in his eyes.

We explored the upstairs, where the master bedroom had a balcony that overlooked the property. I stepped out onto it, the wind catching my hair, and closed my eyes for a moment, letting myself dream. I imagined holding Dorian in my arms, standing right here, watching the sunset after a long day. I could hear the soft rustle of leaves, the distant hum of life, and it felt peaceful.

“You’re smiling” Charles said behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder. 

“It just feels perfect. It’s everything I didn’t know I was looking for” I smiled, turning my head slightly to look at him.

“Yeah?” he smiled happily, pressing a kiss on my cheek. “Come look at this”

He held my hand and pulled me to the nearest room. And when we walked in, my heart nearly stopped.

The room was perfect for a nursery. The walls were white and ready to be painted, with big windows that let in so much light. It wasn’t too big, but just the right size to make it feel safe, intimate. I ran my hand over a wall, imagining a crib there with soft blankets and stuffed animals. I could almost hear Dorian’s little laugh echoing in the room, feeling his tiny hands grabbing at my fingers.

“I think he’ll love it here” Charles said, his voice low and warm. He came up behind me, his hands gently resting on my shoulders. I leaned back against him, letting out a soft sigh.

“I think so too” I whisper softly.

We stood there in silence for a moment, just the two of us in that quiet room, imagining the life we were about to build. It had been a long journey, Athena’s passing had left a hole in my heart that still ached. But standing here, with Charles beside me and Dorian growing inside me, I knew that I finally found our place.

“This is it, isn’t it?” I said, turning around to face Charles. My voice trembled just a little, overwhelmed by the certainty that this house was the one.

“I knew you would like it” Charles chuckled, kissing my forehead and wrapping his arms tightly around me.

“You always left the best for the end” I laughed softly.

“Ready to make this official?” he asked with a smile, his eyes twinkling in that playful way he had.

“Let's do it” I smiled, looking around the room with a bigger smile.

We made our way back downstairs, where the real estate agent was waiting for us in the living room. She stood up when she saw us, her smile polite but professional.

“So, what do you think?” she asked, her clipboard in hand. “Do you see yourselves living here?”

I exchanged a glance with Charles, and we both smiled.

“It’s perfect” I said softly. “We love it.”

“I’m glad to hear that. We’ve had a lot of interest in this property, but I had a feeling it would be a good match for you two”she smiled, clearly pleased. 

“What's the next step?” Charles asked, wrapping his arm around my waist.

“Well, we have to make an offer to the seller, then some paperwork. But hopefully I think you can have the keys of the house next week” she said, going through the paper of her clipboard and guiding us towards the table of the living room.

“There's no need of making an offer” Charles smiled. “We take it. We can pay for it”

“Are you sure?” I whisper looking at Charles.

“I am” he smiled, kissing my temple. “I saved money all my life for this, and this season I'll get paid a higher amount of money. And you just sold your apartment in Florence. We can do this, Dafne”

I took a deep breath and looked around, already picturing our future here. Dorian growing up here, making his first steps, celebrating his birthdays with his friends, having dinners with our friends… 

“We can” I smiled looking at him. 

“Alright then” the agent said, smiling again as she handed us the contract. “Let’s get the formalities out of the way. I’ll need your signatures here... and here.”

I watched as Charles signed first, his name flowing across the page in that elegant scrawl of his. Then it was my turn. I held the pen for a moment, my hand trembling slightly as I looked down at the contract.

This was it. This was the moment we officially chose our home.

With a deep breath, I signed my name next to his.

“Congratulations” the agent said brightly, standing up and shaking both our hands. “I’ll send the contract to the seller immediately, and we should have everything finalized within the next week. I’ll be in touch about the next steps, but for now, this house is yours. I'm going to close the sale of the house, so it means that now you can have the keys to move in as soon as possible”

I felt a wave of relief and excitement wash over me. It was real now. We had a home.

As the agent gathered her things and gave us the keys of the house, Charles and I stood by the door, watching her go. When the door finally closed behind her, Charles turned to me, his eyes filled with a quiet joy.

“Well…” he said, a teasing smile playing on his lips while he took a step closer to me and placed his hands on my hips. “We just bought a house.”

“We did” I chuckled, placing my hands on his shoulder.

He smiled and leaned closer to me, pressing his lips on mine with a wide smile. I kissed him back, breathing in deeply and giggling against his mouth.

“I can't wait to start this new chapter here, with you” he whispered. “This is all I ever wanted. A future with you”

“This feels so right” I whisper, cupping his cheek with my hand. “This house, us, our baby… This is so right”

“This is going to be the place where we build our memories. Where we raise our son” Charles said, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, his hand resting protectively on my belly.

“And maybe another one after that” I added with a grin, watching as his eyes widened in surprise.

“Oh? Already planning the next one?” he said, laughing softly. “We haven’t even finished unpacking for the first one!”

“It’s just… I feel like we’ve found our place. Everything else will fall into place now” I chuckled softly, looking into his eyes. 

We stood there for a while, just the two of us, holding each other in the quiet of what would soon be our home. The house felt alive, filled with the promise of our future, and for the first time in a long time, I felt a deep, peaceful certainty settle over me.

This was where we were meant to be.

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The salty breeze from the ocean hit my face as I stood barefoot in the soft, warm sand. The rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the air, calming my mind in a way I hadn’t realized I needed. 

I looked out at the ocean in front of me, the horizon blending with the sky. For the first time in what felt like months, I felt completely relaxed. I rested my hand on my belly, feeling a gentle kick from inside.

“You okay?” Charles’ voice came from behind me, soft and full of love.

I turned around and saw him walking toward me, barefoot, his shirt half unbuttoned and flapping in the wind. He looked so carefree, his hair tousled from the wind, and his smile brighter than the sun above us. I nodded, smiling as he wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. He placed his hands under my belly and lifted it slowly, making me sigh in relief the moment I stopped feeling the weight of the baby.

“Now I’m more than okay,” I whispered, leaning back against him. “Thank you”

We were at a quiet beach in the north of Italy, just a few hours away from Milano. It wasn’t far from home, but it felt like we had escaped the rest of the world. 

Charles has a week off before he starts a triple header, and with Dorian’s arrival just around the corner, we both wanted to savor these last moments of just us. 

This trip was exactly what we needed, no more doctors’ appointments, no more house hunting, no planning. Just the two of us, the ocean, and time to be together.

“You’ve been so amazing, Daf. I can’t imagine what it’s been like carrying him for the last eight months, but you’ve handled everything with so much grace” he smiled, kissing my cheek softly while he let go of my belly slowly again.

“I wasn't alone, Charlie” I smiled, resting my head on his shoulder. “You've been with me all the time. We did this together”

“Yeah” he smiled. “So many things have happened, huh? Starting our relationship, the drama with Melanie…”

“We deserved this trip so much” I giggled, turning around and hugging him, with my belly between us. “I love you, never forget that. Even when I'm screaming at you during the labor”

“I love you too, silly” he chuckled, lowering his lips to mine in a slow, tender kiss.

Everything about Charles in moments like these was gentle. His touch, his kisses, the way he held me like I was the most precious thing in the world. Every day I discover a new side of him, making me fall harder and harder in love. Now, with the awaiting of Dorian, his parental side started to get more present, and it only made me happier.

“Come on, let’s sit down. You shouldn’t be standing too long” he said, kissing my forehead.

I laughed softly, but I let him lead me to the blanket he had set up earlier. I carefully lowered myself onto it with his help, feeling the pressure of my growing belly as I adjusted into a comfortable position. Charles immediately joined me, sitting behind me so I could lean against him.

We sat like that for a while, my back against his chest, watching the waves and feeling the warmth of the sun on our skin. He had his arms wrapped around me, his hands gently rubbing circles on my belly, and every now and then, we felt Dorian kicking.

“Do you think he’ll like the beach?” I asked, smiling as I felt another kick.

 “I think he’ll love it. Just like his mom” Charles chuckled softly, his breath warm against my ear.

“He seems to be enjoying it now. He’s been kicking a lot more since we got here” I giggled.

“Maybe he’s trying to say he’s happy we’re finally relaxing,” Charles teased, resting his chin on my shoulder again. “We’ve been running around so much, I almost forgot what it’s like to just sit and do nothing.”

“Me too” I admitted, leaning my head back against him. “I’m glad we took this time for ourselves. I feel like we’ve been so focused on getting everything ready for Dorian that we forgot to just enjoy being with each other. We had two hard months, huh? Searching for a house, buying one, getting it ready… And the start of your season. We really needed this”

“That’s why I wanted to bring you here. Just the two of us” he smiled, kissing my cheek. “Consider this another date. We didn't have many of them”

“Every day with you feels like a date” I chuckled, blushing softly.

“Are you blushing?” he teased me, pocking my cheek.

“Idiot” I laughed, slapping his hand softly away from my cheek.

The rest of our trip felt like a blissful, slow dream. Every day was filled with the warmth of the sun, the scent of the sea, and moments that felt intimate and precious, moments that belonged only to us.

In the evenings, we would take long, slow walks along the village, my hand always intertwined with his. I found myself leaning on him more as the weight of my belly started to tire me out quickly, but Charles never complained. He’d just slow his pace to match mine, occasionally stopping to steal a kiss or two, always making me laugh with some silly remark about how I was walking like a penguin.

One afternoon, we found a small boutique that sold handmade baby clothes. I couldn't resist stepping inside, my heart melting at the sight of tiny socks, onesies, and soft blankets. Charles smiled at me, his eyes shining with pure love.

In moments like these, feeling the kicks of our baby and holding baby clothes, I realized that this was so real, that we would have our baby in our arms in less than a month.

“I can't wait to see Dorian with those clothes” Charles said, holding the onesie in front of him.

“Me neither… I can't wait to have him with us” I smiled, rubbing my belly.

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dafnemorelli Last trip before baby Dorian arrives❤️

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violetsinclair Oh God, can't wait to have him here!

charles_leclerc my love😍

fewawifan Omg wait!!! How far is she already????

dafnemorelli Eight months!! Baby Dorian will be here soon!

fewawifan Omg you answered🥹❤

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charles_leclerc loml ❤️

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arthur_leclerc Can't wait to meet Dorian🥹😍

scuderiaferrari Happy for you two ❤️f1 We need to see baby Leclerc in the paddock!

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[starizzm]

rating all the lippies I have because I'm jobless and it's vacation 😍!! Also, please don't come for me it's just my opinion 😭

Vaseline Lip Therapy - Rosy Lips

How can I not have Vaseline??

It leaves a pink tint on lips.

smells like roses.

VERY VERY sticky.

Overall, it does its job so 9/10.

2. Laneige - Berry Fruits Rouge

the hype got to me 😞💔 but I'm very happy with this!

Very pretty pink glossy tint on lips

smells like berries

not that moisturising but it's alright

Please don't come for me but it's just overpriced Vaseline 😭 Vaseline is wayyy better in my opinion. Overall, 8/10.

3. Burt's Bees- Red Dahlia

I love this so so much!!

The tint is a bit darker, really complements my skin!! I think it's pretty good for darker skin tones.

very moisturising

overall, 10/10 I love it!!

4. Rom&nd - Glasting Water Gloss

Again, the internet made me buy it. I don't regret it though.. my most favourite clear gloss.

Moisturising.

my lips look GLAZED.

it tingles for some reason 😭?? and it feels cold but I don't really mind so 10/10.

5. P.S -Juicy Gloss

It's.. interesting.. It's shiny but I don't like the texture. The scent is VERY strong. 2/10.

6. Nivea - Watermelon Shine

Useless. Utterly Useless. I hate this. 0/10.

7. Kiko Milano- 3hr Hydra Lip gloss (03)

my first lipgloss 😍 I like this one too!!

Very moisturising.

It does what it says and stays through the day. IT SURVIVED SCHOOL AIR 😨

The glitter is a bit gritty though.. so, 9/10.

Elle 18 - Lip colour liquid

I really didn't know I had this until I dumped my makeup pouch.

It's a liquid lipstick and I don't really like lipstick 😭 it's actually some free tester I got..

THIS IS NOT MY SHADE?? 😞 but it feels really soft on lips.

Overall, 4/10.

[sarahowritesostucky]

im craving some steve/bucky/reader!

will you ever add to Worth The Wait? pleeese??🌷or maybe write a mfm fic that's set in the mcu? I'm dying for a good stucky/reader endgame fix it, and you write the best m/f sex scenes! 😳

Hi! I will add to Worth the Wait, one day. I have a lot of rotating projects and I'll admit that one isn't at the top of the list.

And I was brainstorming some kind of Endgame fix-it fic idea with an ofc/reader x Stucky pairing, and here's what I came up with:

I wanted to write a fic with more canon elements of the MCU (as I realized that I write very few canon-set fics and almost exclusively AUs). I wanted to write an ofc/reader with a super unique backstory, and hoo-boy, did I ever! I took a lot of inspiration from the galaxy as depicted in the Guardians of the Galaxy movies. This fic will be posted as a one-shot fic, whenever I get around to writing it.

A Stucky x Reader fic, set in the MCU during and after the events of Endgame:

Reader is from another planet - yes, literally.

You're a refugee from a planet that didn't want you (The Sovereign--Aka "the gold people" from Guardians 2.)

Long story short, those people disdain sexual (aka uncontrolled) reproduction. Your Mother was banished for becoming naturally pregnant by an inferior genetic (a Xandarian)

You have mixed genes: slightly gold skin from your Sovereign genes, and blue eyes and brown hair from your Xandarian father. (And since the Sovereign control reproduction strictly, there are no other mixed race Sovereign people like you in existance)

You narrowly escape Thanos' destruction of Xandar, and wind up hitching a ride, post-blip, with Nebula and rocket on the Milano. They take you to Terra to meet their friends after completing one of their post-blip scouting missions.

There you meet Steve, a Terran, and the two of you become friends. He suggests that you consider staying, as you have no real homeworld. You accept.

Eventually, you develop romantic feelings for each other. You decide to be brave and you walk up to him one day, asking if he wants to mate.

"Uh ... do you mean date?" he stutters. Then when you repeat yourself, the two of you proceed to have a long conversation about male-female relationships in Terran culture.

There's a lot to learn about the differences between Terrans and your own kind. For instance: Terrans don't have genders! ("gender" means something completely different on Terra).

Steve has to learn all about what it means for him, as the boyfriend of an omega-gendered woman. (update: he's a fast learner😉)

Steve loves that you're omega. Your nesting and scenting and purring instincts always make him smile. He loves how submissive and touch-focused you are with him, that he can make you melt into a puddle just by gripping your neck.

And he loves your heats. He's fascinated by the way your body changes and the way you start behaving. You can tell it turns him on, to see you getting needy and aroused, and he is very good at helping you through your heat.

He doesn't have a knot, but aside from that part of anatomy, his genitals are a very pleasing size compared to the Xandarian males you've been with in the past. Plus: he has the serum, so he's able to keep pace with the demands of your heat!

When you were at the peak of your heat that first time, half-delirious and begging for a knot, Steve got creative and tried the only thing he could think of: his hand! (fun fact: it's bigger than a knot😉). You now joke that you're a "size queen" in every sense of the word

Your romance with Steve is going well, when Steve and the others figure out a way to potentially reverse the blip: time travel.

You're conflicted, because it's all very dangerous and you're scared of losing Steve and the family and home you've found on Terra. But you know they have to try.

It works. And after the final battle, after you've been scraped out of the wreckage and laid Tony Stark to rest, you finally get to meet the man you've heard so much about: Bucky Barnes.

You can see the change in Steve, with his best friend back. He's happier, lighter, his full self in a way he wasn't before.

Over the course of a few months, you become close friends with Bucky as well. You and Steve don't even have to have a discussion about where Bucky will be staying: It's with you.

The three of you decide to go to Wakanda for a time. You're excited because you hear that the African Terrans' culture is very different from the Terrans in New York.

In Wakanda, you grow even closer with Bucky, and you decide to bring up the idea of partnering with Bucky at dinner one night.

Bucky just about spits his mouthful of wine across the table.

Apparently, three-way relationships are not the norm in Terran culture. Bucky and Steve get very pink in the cheeks at first about it (something you've learned means they are aroused, embarrassed, or both).

Steve splutters and stumbles a lot, but once Bucky shrugs and suggests that the three of you spend a night in bed together, Steve gets very quiet and won't stop looking at Bucky for a long time. (You grin, because you think he looks at Bucky like he want to mate him😉)

Later, after the three of you spend your first (amazing) night together, Bucky privately explains to you that he and Steve have never been intimate before, and that back in "their time" two males weren't allowed to be together like that.

You're astounded by these things about Terran culture and history that you're constantly learning, but you have two very good teachers in your mates boyfriends Bucky and Steve.

Terrans can't bond, but they do hold ceremonies to commit to life partners. So, after a year of living in Wakanda together, you, Steve and Bucky decide to have a "wedding." You are mated married on the palace's grand terrace, under the Wakandan sunset.

That night, you consummate the marriage, and that's the first time that you take both Bucky and Steve inside of your body at the same time. (spoiler: it's amazing😉)

You've already told them about bonding. They don't have glands in their neck like you do, but they've agreed to honor your traditions as well, and they both bite you that night.

You thought it would be purely symbolic, since they're both Terran, but it turns out that Terrans do have pheromones to some degree, and so shockingly, you can feel a euphoric rush when it happens.

You experience that intense closeness and intimacy of a bond with them, and even though it's not the same for them, over time, both Bucky and Steve confide that they feel a change as well.

Maybe it's a bond, and maybe it isn't. Who knows? Who cares? It's love, of that much you're certain. And that's all you need to know.

Yeah, so. This'll get written somewhere down the line. Hope it wasn't too far out there for ya 😆

[wickedslip]

𝟑 - 𝟓  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫  𝐜𝐚𝐧  𝐛𝐞  𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝  𝐛𝐲.

𝗶. 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 / 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀

Rage.

Betrayal.

Obsession.

Love.

Anxiety.

𝗶𝗶. 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿𝘀.

Violet purple.

Larkspur blue.

Silvered ivory.

Rose gold.

Obsidian black.

𝗶𝗶𝗶. 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀.

The musty, vintage library of Rosethorns.

The scented black dahlias a the bay window.

The stench of her Salem witch blood ancestry—accepting yet toxic, she reluctantly yields to it.

Luxe perfume:  floral-oriental fragrance with notes of orange, bergamot, rose, jasmine, patchouli, & vetiver. ( if you can name this perfume you have acquired me as your new best friend. it's real. )

The woods surrounding New Salem and the ocean bordering it.

𝗶𝘃. 𝗳𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗼𝗻.

Slim fit high neck tanks tucked into fitted trousers paired with layered rose gold necklaces.

Skirt suits with thigh/knee highs and patent leather Mary Janes (verse!dep)

Sweater dresses and ankle boots on a crisp autumn day.

Relaxed jeans and fitted hoodies on weekends and while at Rosethorns.

Flowing skirts and crisp linen blouses, usually in darks.

𝘃. 𝗼𝗯𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁𝘀.

The ages-old grimoire of her family, passed down before everything got culty.

Vintage noir velvet Saint Laurent d’orsay pumps purchased at an estate sale.

A rare 1966 milano maroon split-window corvette, mint condition.

One of the daggers of Megiddo, Thyatira to be exact,  from the church that had a false prophetess.

Art supplies scattered about each room of her Victorian—you never know when inspiration will take.

𝘃𝗶. 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲.

Full lashed, large and luminous eyes, usually with liner sharp enough to kill a man. At times narrowed, at times thoughtful and pensive.

Graceful gait, walking tall with chin held high, a mischievous grin at times, others at utmost innocence.

Stiletto nails thrumming quietly along a polished table.

Hip curved into the edge of doorframe, standing sultrily.

Biting of full lips, playing with the ends of her hair, wringing hands when anxious.

𝘃𝗶𝗶. 𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀.

Overlooking her quiet residential street from her bay window, drapes fluttering, a crow in the nearby willows.

Lilith, a sweet Doberman puppy walks beside her, a robin’s egg Tiffany collar wrapped delicately around her thick throat. Two black kittens named Sadist and Masochist watching with narrowed eyes from that same bay window.

Applying nude lipstick in a heart shaped mirror.

The Abduction of Proserpina by Gian Lorenzo Bernini (1621-1622 ).

Picking wildflowers and witchy herbs in the secret garden behind Rosethorns.

[odoroussavourssweet]

Masque Milano Tango

Masque Milano Tango

nose: Cecile Zarokian

notes: amber, cumin, benzoin, cardamom, cinnamon, tonka, sandalwood, guaiac, rose, melilotus, jasmine, cedar

Tango immediately goes to sweet dark boozy land, and it’s a lot of fun. Bright-brown, not too heavy, with a slight fruity nuance like the cherry in your Manhattan.

Amber is the main event here; the spices and woods are subtle. It’s sweet but with enough darkness to balance it. Not as ponderous as most other ambers (which would be exhausting in the heat). Tango actually feels like something you could go dancing in!

Tango stays the same all the way down to the drydown: just a friendly rum-brown scent, with a slight Coca-Cola aspect, that flashes its smile at you all day (or night).

For once, a Cecile Zarokian perfume that doesn’t smell like a dessert!

[4056-pau2]

Exercise 1 - Immersive World-Pictures

I miss the Guardians of the Galaxy Cosmic Rewind.

It's not just that I have spent my past summer going as much as I can into this ride before I have to take two buses to get to my workplace, it’s that sometimes I feel I'm still there. It's not just the adrenaline of a normal ride but as a Marvel fan it hits different, as if you actually were part of a movie, just imagine this you get up at 6:58 am to make the virtual queue that’s exactly at 7 this will determine if you get into the ride in time for work or not, anyways, you make it and after checking with your friends today´s plan you go back to sleep. Later that day you arrive at Epcot after almost ignoring the ball and all the people around chatting and laughing just trying to take pictures and enjoying their vacation. Running through Connections Eatery only smelling the pizza and coffee because you don’t have time to waste you are only there to take a shortcut, finally, you get to the entrance. As you step into the building a refreshing air and a strange but pleasant futuristic scent welcomes you, of course, it is Disney they have a smell for everything you just don’t know what it is. But then you see it, the most insane projection up in the ceiling it’s all about the big bang and cosmic explosions and nebulas and color-changing lights with a soft robotic woman's voice that tells you are now visiting the pavilion of Xandar (the planet where the ride is set) simulating to be one of the countries.You get involved in the ceiling show the music, the story, the futuristic scent that goes all over the line, the galaxies, the oval shape of the room but the line is moving and you have to continue, you walk up in the middle of the metal cold handrails that serve as dividers of the stand by and the lightning lane. Talking to your friends about which song each one hopes to get, they explain to the newbie (the one friend that never got in the ride before) there's 6 different songs that makes the ride feel unique each time, most of you are trying to get them all. Passing through the setting you see the encapsulated screens with the Xandar landscapes and its people telling you about their lives, a scale model of their city, where everyone gets to lean just to rest a minute before the line pushes you to continue. See the replica of the spaceship obviously you need to take pictures with your friends, a few steps and there's the MILANO ship replica is necessary more and more pictures, suddenly a giant screen with the real actors in character giving an interview made just for the ride, at this point you only want to hear them. Finally, you pass to the room where Terry Crews welcomed you in the preshow and security skit, how did they even get him for this. Your friends tell the newbie to prepare as the doors opens and all of you rush to a specific place in the next room, to be ¨teleported¨ into a ship, this is it, the real pre-show you see all the Guardians in a screen at the other side resembling their ship all of a sudden, the villain attacks and the Xandar Captain needs to evacuate all the people visiting. But the guardians have a plan and are going to use you to follow the bad guy through the jump points, the atmosphere, the story, the visuals, the epic music, and the ambiance it's mind-blowing. The doors open and everyone runs and shout trying to be the first on the next line, I always say the running is part of the experience, there’s only a bridge between you and the most amazing ride, the newbie finally gets to see the cars finding out it’s a roller coaster, getting excited because it does look and feel like an evacuation port. Your group is finally asked how many, but you ask the cast member to go in the back, and they put you aside, after all you have waited what is two more cars, then you finally see the roller coaster approaching, moment to take the video for your stories showing which song you get the ones your missing, at last, you step into the car put your stuff on the side, you wish, cross your fingers and shout for the song that you want, as you feel the first impulse of the ride.

[umichenginabroad]

Stockholm Week 17: Final Days In Stockholm With A Hint of Italy

This 4-day Italy trip was the most hectic trip I’ve ever had. So many unlucky events occurred over and over but we pushed them through.

 

5/4 Sat: DELAY

My original plan was to arrive at Milan Airport around 4 pm, look around the city, eat dinner with my high school friends, and have a good night’s sleep for a long day. 

The first problem occurred in the Oslo Airport. I boarded the flight and departed as normal. I fell asleep and after a while thought I heard something but disregarded it. After landing, I took a look at the way out and noticed the weird resemblance between Oslo Airport and Milan Airport. The clothing stores and convenience stores were oddly similar; I could only think that they might be similar since they are both European countries. However, when I saw the phrase “Welcome to Oslo,” I realized that something was very wrong. 

Asking people gave me the context of this situation: the plane discovered an issue during the middle of the flight and decided to come back to Oslo to fix the issue. The flight was delayed a couple of hours, to 5 pm departure. 

While waiting for the delayed flight, I filled out the SAS compensation form since my arrival time got delayed by more than 3 hours. I was half doubting I’d get anything back but I figured it was worth a try. 

The second flight was thankfully uneventful and I arrived in Milan at night. I didn’t want to waste any more time, so I went on a walk around Sforzesco Castle. All the lights on the castle were turned on, illuminating the night sky. The flowers on the trees were giving off their fragrance on the side as well! 

Pic - If I had lived here I would have taken a walk here every night 

I walked a bit more to look around Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II and Duomo Di Milano. 

Pic - Night at Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II 

At a nearby gelato store, I met up with my high-school friends. Of course, we didn’t miss out on the opportunity of getting an authentic Italian gelato.  

The BEST mango and strawberry gelato I’ve ever had!!!

5/5 Sun: Florence Tour

We woke up early to take the morning train to Florence. It was only a two-hour train ride and there wasn't enough time for us to yap. Two hours flew by and we were in Florence! 

We put our bags into Bounce and started a grand walking tour: Baptistery of St. John, Odeon Library and Cinema, Vecchio Bridge, Santa Trinita Bridge, Fountain of Neptune, Replica of Statue of David, Piazza Santa Croce, Scuola del Cuoio. 

At Scuola del Cuoio (Leather School), we each bought a leather charm for our bags. I got a cherry one and I could NOT stop myself from talking about how cute it is for the rest of the trip. 

For dinner, we went to Piazzale Michelangelo to watch the sunset. We each bought a sandwich and a bottle of white wine from a 5.0-star store. 

The sunset was worth the wait. I wanted to look at the night view as well but we all didn’t have any batteries left :( 

The last pictures that I took before I turned on airplane mode

Although we were on the last strand of the portable's battery, we safely made it back to our safe Airbnb. 

We started planning for the next day and discovered that NOTHING is open on Mondays. All the entrance tickets for the cathedrals were sold out and Boboli Garden was closed. 

We were all bummed and looking for something else to do when my friend half-jokingly said what if we went to Pisa. My eyes widened and said what if we did that. And just like that, we decided to go to Pisa the next day ( 0_0 )

5/6 Mon: Leaning Tower of Pisa

Before heading to Pisa, we stopped by the Officina Profumo Farmaceutica di Santa Maria Novella to smell the scent of Florence that the Queen of France asked to recreate. It was more like a museum than a regular perfume shop!

All the rooms had different styles and scents - my favorites out of all (yes, we smelled ALL) were Fresia and Angeli di Firenze

Our next big stop was Pisa!! Although it was an abrupt decision, it felt like the main event of the trip. After an hour, we arrived at Pisa!!! Since the central train station was close to Keith Haring’s mural, that was naturally our first destination. 

I didn’t think I’d see his work with my own eyes, but there it was, right in front of me

We spotted THE leaning tower after walking a bit. We took a billion photos together and enjoyed an aperitivo moment afterwards. The combination of bruschetta, tiramisu, and Spritz was perfect :) 

We lifted the leaning tower and saved the world

5/7 Tue: The Kiss

In the morning we came back by train again. 

At first, we went to Pinacoteca di Brera in Milan. The museum was filled with Renaissance pieces. 

This is the most famous painting, The Kiss! 

Before our flight back to reality, we looked around the city center one more time. We didn’t forget to grab gelato for ourselves too :) 

Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II in the day

At the end of my trip to Italy, I got an email from SAS saying that they’d give me full compensation for the delayed flight. 

My Italy trip ended on a good note :)) 

5/8 Wed: DIS Festival

On the last day of school, DIS prepared a variety of events for students to enjoy. There were presentations, catered food, and a photo booth! 

Last photo with my friends and my core-course professor :(

5/9-10 Thu-Fri: Last Few Days 

I had so much fun in Europe and now the time has run out. 

The last few days were hectic, writing essays and taking final exams. 

I went to Gamla Stan and ICA with my friends for the last time on Friday, buying last-minute souvenirs. 

Cleaning up and packing everything in my room was bittersweet. I still can’t believe my studying abroad semester is over… It was busier than I thought, but I had so much joy during my studying abroad. I wouldn’t trade anything for this! 

My next post will be a summary of all the tips and tricks for studying abroad.

This will be the most helpful post so don’t forget to check it out!

Ciao, 

Jiwoo Kim

Chemical Engineering

DIS Study Abroad in Stockholm, Sweden

[slavicafire]

my everlasting gratitude for your patience 🖤

my recommendations are based on fragrances I've had the chance to either try myself or check out on my friends - and it's important to remember that perfumes are doubly subjective! not only do we like different things and perceive different notes differently, but perfumes will also smell differently on our skin - so do treat my rambling simply as a loose starting point.

especially considering I am a lover of rose and smoke notes, which are both super divisive and can give people headaches depending on their preference and skin chemistry. and I can't think old hollywood without thinking of some rose and smoke notes.

hiram green - hyde: smoky and deep, a bit strange and a bit strong, combines classic florals with deeper tobacco and tar notes, balanced with light citrus and seductive vanilla. I love this as a heavy summer scent, but it truly blooms in fall. definitely evening/night.

lorenzo pazzaglia - bloody smoke: amber and spices mix with strong metallic and mineral notes, and white florals and sandalwood let the stronger stranger notes mellow out on your skin in a very soft but curious way. evening/night, great in summer and winter. I would also recommend checking out black sea for its aquatic and animalic notes.

zoologist - squid: definitely not for everyone, but I find the aquatic and ink notes strangely seductive. slightly offputting with its saltiness and then enticing with the subtle spice and sweetness. for me perfect in spring and fall, and a day fragrance more than night. if you're looking for something eccentric to be your signature scent, do check out zoologist in general; I'd also recommend the vintage charm nightingale or the curious snowy owl.

milano fragranze - basilica: this recommendation depends wholly on whether you enjoy incense notes. the smell of herbs and a small church, a melancholic but complex scent with milky and spicy notes bringing the air of mystery. for a more seductive, old world glam, I'd also recommend the leathery and romantic galleria - but it does get pretty powdery, which might not be for everyone. evening/night, seasonality depends entirely on your preference.

ds&durga - salem gothic: even though the main notes are the powdery violet and the fresh aquatic, the fragrance itself is actually very cold, veiled in fog, earthy like a graveyard at dawn. depending on your skin chemistry it can spike in sweetness, which can either be seductive or confusing. in a similarly confusing vein, I'd recommend their chalky handbook for the recently deceased.

le couvent - solano. a classic from this perfumerie, a smooth and sensual mix of yellow florals and herbs, with an underlying woody texture. heavy, but enticing during springs and summers, a haze of an absinthe filled night with sugar on your tongue. a great companion to the aromatic and earthy kythnos.

you are at the beautiful point of just returning to your fragrance journey - and I do hope you will enjoy its ups and downs and turns and coils, and you will find something truly thrilling. much love your way - and do let me know if you find a fragrance you enjoy, no matter whether any of my recs do it for you.

ah, very fair questions! it's true, i didn't ask anyone if they noticed them, i just was unable to smell them anymore on myself.

i think what i enjoy most about each of them is more of a feeling/mood than the specific notes, from what i can tell anyway. what i love about siren is the saltiness of it and how it's light and airy but not sweet. it feels very much like its name, like an enchanting ocean bound siren. it sinks into the skin nicely.

the other two are stronger at first than i would have thought i would like, but london fog dries down into a nice earthy vanilla and d&d is a little spicy and vibrant. they both feel very lush and rich, which i like a lot more than expected.

my ultimate desire for a perfume/scent is to find something seductive and a little mysterious. romantic but in an old hollywood movie sort of way. a perfume you would picture sapphic, otherworldly creatures wearing.

i would love to hear your general favourites, both for yourself and on lovers as well if you care to divulge!

oh, beautiful descriptions! let me think on it a bit and I'll return to this ask soon with some fun recommendations

[strawwritesfic]

Peter Quill x Female!Alien!Reader: Frosting

Summary: The things Peter chooses to keep to himself never cease to amaze you.

Rating/Warnings/Tags: T (foul language; sexual references; Guardian!reader; complete disregard for the size of the Milano; set pre-Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2; reference made to Peter’s sick mom; reference made to Peter’s angry grandfather)

Challenge:  "25 days of Christmas" Challenge by Sweet-n-Chaotic on Lunaescence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Frosting

Generally speaking, the smells that wafted through the Milano at mealtimes weren’t exactly tantalizing. None of the Guardians had grown up in an environment conducive to learning how to cook. Of the group, only Peter could typically produce something edible, and edible didn’t mean tasty. His bizarre earth cuisine remained difficult for the rest of you to stomach. Many planet stops to pick up junk food ensued.

All of this to say: Waking up one morning to the smell of something delicious wafting through the air vents was such a surprise that it was just about a transcendental experience.

You lost no time in leaving your quarters to chase after the scent. Sweeping up the corridor still in your pajamas, it occurred to you that the ship wasn’t usually so quiet. Perhaps the unnatural stillness should have frightened you, but the thought of eating something good for breakfast effectively flung all thoughts of danger far from your mind. If something had happened to your friends, surely they could handle themselves until after your meal.

Upon poking your head into the kitchen, you found Peter of all people inside it. No sign of the others arose. Just him, looking up at the flash of movement by the door. Light red filled his cheeks. You did not fool yourself that this was over you stepping into the room still in your nightclothes; he had seen you in much less far too often for this amount of skin to give him pause.

“Hey, [Name],” he said uncertainly. “I thought you went down to the planet with everyone else.”

“Nah. I wanted to sleep in, and you know how Gamora is about getting an early start. Whatcha making?” you added as you approached the counter.

“Nothing!”

“It smells really good.”

“You wouldn’t like it.”

By that point, you had made it over to him. A metal tray sat before him. It was covered in tiny, odd shapes and was obviously the source of whatever smell was filling the air. You plucked up one of the shapes.

“No, don’t—” Peter began.

Too late. You stuffed the object into your mouth. It burned, but, oh, was it worth it.

“Oh, wow! Peter, this stuff is great! Holy shit!” you exclaimed, mouth still full.

“Really? You don’t typically like earth food.”

“This is earth food?” You swallowed, but your following attempt to grab a second morsel was prevented by Peter grabbing your wrist.

“Yes, it’s earth food. Christmas cookies.”

“Christmas cookies,” you echoed. “These are so much better than that other stuff you’ve been trying to feed us!”

“Hey, don’t knock pizza or nachos. Those are dietary staples where I come from.”

“I feel so bad for your people.” Your other arm darted for a second cookie. This, too, Peter swatted away.

“You can’t have anymore. They’re not finished yet.”

Frustrated, you dropped your hands to your hips. “What do you mean they aren’t finished yet? Are you about to tell me I just ate unprepared parasite eggs or something?”

“Drax is the one that puts parasite eggs in his food. Not me!”

“Then why can’t I have more cookies?”

“Jeez, do you have to hit that pitch? No, don’t touch them! I have to put frosting on them. Then you can have more. Okay?”

“Frosting?”

You’d been far too distracted by the edible food to notice the bags of colored goop next to the tray. Only Peter picking one up caught your attention. Red, green, white, black. Under your watchful gaze, he picked up the red one and sloppily began to drizzle the goop onto one of the Christmas cookies shaped like a cane. He’d striped the whole thing red and white in a few minutes.

“Can I help?” you asked eagerly.

“I guess if you want to. You don’t even celebrate Christmas, do you?”

“What’s Christmas?”

Peter shook his head. “Never mind. Sure, you can help. They don’t need to be a work of art anyway.”

You’d been in the process of picking up the black bag of frosting when you realized that all of this really was strange for Peter. He didn’t sound quite right. For a moment, your desire to finish the cookies so you could eat all of them before everyone else returned battled with your desire to be a good girlfriend. Somehow the second desire managed to win out.

“Peter, what’s the matter?”

“Nothing.”

“No. Something is. Why are you making cookies for something the rest of us don’t understand? And why did you wait until you thought we were all gone?”

“You’ll think it’s stupid,” he muttered.

“Maybe! But tell me anyway.”

Peter didn’t seem able to look at you. For a long time, he didn’t say anything. He just ran his free hand through his hair and sighed.

“It’s not really about Christmas,” he said at last. “It’s just…my mom and I used to make Christmas cookies together every year. When she got sick, I tried to do them on my own so I could bring her some. Made a huge mess. My grandpa was so mad…” He scoffed, shaking his hand. “And I knew you guys would laugh, and—”

Sklorp!

A mass of your black frosting struck him in the face mid-sentence.

“What was that for?” he demanded.

“We don’t think you’re being stupid about your mom, jackass!” you said. “And if I find out you’ve been making real food once a year without sharing with me, I’m going to kill you!”

“You’re going to kill me over remembering my mother by myself?”

“Okay, maybe not kill you. But I will cover you with frosting!”

“Not if I cover you with it first!”

Needless to say, the cookies did not get frosted. Peter would have to let you eat them unfinished—and he’d have to wait to lick the icing off you, too, unless he wanted to do it in front of the rest of the group when they trooped in to find the cookies themselves.

[itsthestutterforme]

Don't Pretend (Vincenzo)

Y/N is a very successful civil rights investigator and a friend of Cha-young. Cha-young called her when she needed help building their case against Babel. Chairman Han seo thinks she's a threat, but Jun woo thinks otherwise.

Pairings: Joon woo x reader (romantic), Cha young x reader (platonic), Vincenzo x reader (platonic)

--

I didn't even set foot in my apartment yet and Cha young called me for help. I love her and all but it seems like she's always in trouble with someone. She wants me to meet her at a theater because she wants me to meet someone.

She said it was urgent, so I didn't even stop by for food, so this person better be the President of South Korea or something.

I step out of my vehicle and walk through the entrance to see a swarm of reporters surrounding a group of people. One of those people was Cha young and I spin around on my heel, not in the mood for talking to reporters.

"Y/N!" Cha young calls. "Damn it," I say to myself before turning back around. "You didn't mention there would be reporters," "Surprise," she says.

I shake my head and she shrugs. I look to a random spot outside and say, "Oh my God, is that Jay Park and his new girlfriend? Look over there by the garden!" You point to a random couple that was walking past the garden.

"Jay Park! Where?" The swarm of reporters then went outside towards the garden. I roll my eyes and said, "They're like ants searching for food." I make my way towards the group and Cha young links her arm with mine.

"I missed you," she says and I grumble lowly. "Y/N, this is Vincenzo Cassano. Mr. Cassano, this is my colleague and close freind, Y/N," Cha young introduces.

"Seems like you're far from home, Cassano." I say in Italian, much to his surprise. He raises a brow at me and says, "I could say the same for you. The last I saw you, you were handling business in Siena."

"And you were handling business in Milano. Nice touch with the garden. It was beautiful," I compliment and he smiles. "Thank you, I try."

Cha young looks between me and Cassano and says, "You two know each other?" "Vaguely," I comment. "And who are they?" I add, motioning to the older woman, older man and two young men. "The enemy," Cha young says nonchalantly.

"For enemies, you seem awfully close," "Believe me, we're not," an older woman snaps. "Don't get your panties in a twist. I'm just making an observation." I snark. "Excuse me?" she steps closer to me and Cha young does the same.

"Careful, she hates being touched." Cassano states. "I'm heading back to my loft," I say before giving Cassano and Cha young a nod.

"Who are you?" The older woman asks but there was something about her that urked me. I give her a once over before walking back through the entrance.

--

"She's Y/N Y/L/N, a civil rights investigator and the top in her firm. Not only that, but she has correlations with mafias across three different continents. She has the resources to take us down," Han seo says and a small smile creeps on Joon woo's lips. "Why are you smiling?" Han seo asks.

"She's very accomplished," Jun woo answers. "And it's her accomplishments that scare me, brother." "Don't be. I'll handle her," "Handle her how? Like kill her?" "I don't want to, she seems interesting. But I will if she continues to be a threat to us."

--

I have to get back into the my workouts. I feel like I've put on a little weight while I was in Italy. It's not like I had any choice. Telling Nonna no is like kicking a puppy, no one can do it. Nonna offers you food, you always say yes. That's an unwritten rule that everyone follows.

My sneakers wrap around perfectly around my feet and I could barely feel the ground when I ran through the city park. I always make sure that it was light enough for things to be visible but early enough that there was only a handful of people in the park itself.

I was on my third and final loop when I saw the black van move across the street and park next to the sidewalk I was running on. I stopped to catch my breath for a moment before running in the other direction. I hear a door open and several footsteps run behind me.

I grab the nearest thick branch I could find and wait until they were close enough. I swing the branch as hard as I could, hitting three men in the face. They fell to the ground and I focus on the two guys rushing towards me at once. I duck around one and punched the other in the throat, leaving me with just the one man.

I bring up my guard and shuffle my feet but the man runs in back into the van and drives away. "You okay?" A voice asks from behind me and I feel a hand on my shoulder. I spin around and kick his leg out from under him. He falls to the ground and I apply pressure to his chest.

"Relax. I'm not the bag guy here." He strains. "Wait a minute, I know you. You're the-" "A friend of Cha young." He places his hand on my outter thigh and I say, "I wouldn't know if friend is a term I would use. She called you the enemy."

"She was referring to the rest of them," "What ever helps you sleep at night." I finally stand up from his chest and he takes a deep breath.

He stands up from the ground and that's when I notice that he was shirtless. My eyes softly scan the smooth, tanned skin of his pecks. My eyes snap up to meet his and he cocks his head teasingly.

"Speechless?" "I'll never give you that satisfaction," I snark as he steps closer to me so I have to look straight up just to meet his eyes.

The next thing I knew, I am washing off his touch and scent in the shower. Well trying to anyway. Halfway through my shower, he decided to join me and trail his hands down my hips.

I moan softly when he presses my body the cold tiled wall and kisses my neck. He hooks one of my legs around his waist and slowly trails his hand along my inner thigh.

My phone blades, scaring us both. I pull away from him and he says, "Just ignore it." "She's been calling me all day, she already knows that something is up." I walk out of the shower and dry my feet before wrapping a towel around my body.

I answer the phone and Cha young yells, "About time! Where have you been!" "I, uh, I went shopping. There was no food in my refridgerator or cabinets." I answer calmly.

"Don't you have a maid for that?" "I'm not lazy enough to have a maid, Cha young." "Well, you had me worried. I thought someone took you hostage or something." She finally says without yelling.

"You really think they are capable of that?" "They are capable of many things. Be careful, Y/L/N." Vincenzo says in Italian.

"Bene, ciao," I say before hanging up. I turn around to see Joon woo inches away from my face. "Did you enjoy the past few hours?" I ask. He steps closer to me and motions to the scratches on his chest from my nails.

"What do you think?" He says softly. There's just something about him speaking softly that makes my knees buckle. The worst part is, I think he knows that.

"Good, because that's the last time that'll happen." "Do you know how many times I've heard that? And how many crawled back to me?" He says cockily. "Yes, but I'm sure you'll be the one crawling." I say, tapping his chest before walking out of the bathroom.

--

My worst nightmare came true today. One of my closest friends was murdered last night by a rival mob leader. The boss says not to engage them and that he will handle it, and my anger dwindled down to sadness. I took a day to myself and cried my eyes out in my bed.

Goosebumps littered my body as cold chills rolled through. I wince as the cold, damp fabric of the t-shirt grazes over my warm back and I took it as a sign to hop in the shower. Squatting down on the shower floor, I duck my head under the scalding hot water. The water rakes through my hair and trails down my body when I hear the doorbell ring.

I dry myself and slide on some shorts and a sweatshirt Joon woo gifted me in attempt to see me again. It took Joon woo two weeks before realizing that I wasn't going back to him. After wards, he sent me flowers, teddy bears, sweatshirts and a 10k watch that looked like it costed a fortune.

I gave the teddy bears and flowers to random people in the street and the watch to Cha young and the look on Jun woo's face when he realized it was the gift he gave was aboslutely priceless. But I gladly kept the sweatshirts because they were too cute to give up. I walk down the stairs and wipe away my tears before opening the door.

Joon woo stands in the door way and he looked happy about something. But his smile soon falls when he sees that I've been crying. "You've been crying. What happened?" He tried reaching for my face but I slap his hand away. "Stop. Don't pretend like you care about me." I snap but he lunges forward to grab my face.

I take a few steps back and his hold on my face softens. "Of course, I care about you." He says, caressing my cheeks with his thumbs. He takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. I sniffle and wipe away more of my tears. I always hated crying in front of people, it made me feel weak.

He grabbed the remote and sat on the bed. He pulled himself to the head of the bed and takes me with him. He pulls me between his legs and leans my back into his chest.

He searches through the channels and stopped at a cartoon before wrapping one arm along the clavicle of my neck. He wraps the other across my waist and says, "You don't have to talk if you don't want to."

"Why are you here, Joon woo?" I croak, wiping away my tears. "We won our settlement case and I wanted to celebrate with you." "We're literally enemies," "Isn't that how it always is? Enemies and polar opposites attracted to each other?" He asks and I look up to meet his gaze from behind.

He examines my face as he waits for a response. "I guess that is how it goes, isn't it " I lean on his shoulder and he presses the side of his face against my temple. "I lost my best friend today," I add with a sigh.

[malebellyworld]

So This Is What They Call Love

(Chubby!Thor x Male! Reader)

It was over. War was over. Thanos was over. But the pain wasn’t going to end anytime soon.

As everyone stood there and watched the arc reactor glide across the lake amongst a plethora of delicate flowers, you tried your hardest not to attract too much attention as you held Thor’s large hand in yours. The air was dense with silence and grief, and the only way you found comfort was to lean in closer to the tall god - who carefully wrapped his arm around your waist. Small tears flowed down your face before you could swipe them off with the sleeve of your jacket, Thor seemed to notice this, and planted a kiss on your (h/c) hair.

It was like this until the reactor flowed out of sight, a few walking in different directions, a few stayed put staring at the lake as tears threatened to slip off their eyes. Thor and you stayed put for a few moments, just holding onto each other in a moment of loss and pain, the steady rise and fall of his chest helped maintain composure between the both of you.

“I lost too much…” He said in a deep yet gentle tone. “I lost everything.” His voice hitched a bit as he continued to look out on the lake, tears were welling at the edge of his lower eyelids. You saw this, and took the opportunity to weld your body into his thick frame, feeling the weight of his stomach pushing up against your own. Thor then wrapped his large arms around you when a small sob came out, burying his face in your hair.

“You didn’t lose me,” You said carefully, afraid to further trigger the man into doing something he’ll later regret. “You’ve taken great care of me throughout all that we’ve been through, and here we are, still alive to remember all the times we had with him… and with Natasha.” You glanced up at his red watery eyes, a warm smile donned your face as a means of comfort.

Thor smiled weakly. “At least it was not in vain.” He said, wiping a stray tear with the back of his hand.

“We all are hurt, but at least now we have time to fix things like they were before,” You said, rubbing small circles on his lower back. “We can learn to move on, together.” You rested your head against his broad shoulder, taking in the scent of his bourbon and oak beard shampoo.

You two mainly stayed near the food, since Thor was still in his stress-eating phase, and you didn’t have a problem with it at all, you allowed him to eat the three servings of May Parker’s funeral macaroni and cheese, those ten cheeseburgers, those two handfuls of cookies, and downed it all with punch or beer. You, on the other hand, just stayed there close to him leaning your head against his shoulder. Apart from allowing him to mourn through eating, you’ve grown accustomed to his soft stature; using his belly as a pillow late at night, his hips growing a bit wider, as well as his ass giving a bit of a jiggle with every step he took. These were the only things that made you happy lately, and Thor didn’t seem to care too much at all.

By the time the sun came down, a few were beginning to leave, solemnly saying their goodbyes, others just giving long hugs in silence. After you said your goodbyes, you noticed Thor, as well as the rest of the Guardians talking, but after walking over to them they all made their way back to the Milano parked just a few feet on the side of the lake. Thor turned around and smirked. “I just had a word with the StarLord, I asked if we may join him and his crew.”

Your chest ached at the news. “Woah… okay,” You said, rocking on your heels, trying to grasp on what’s happening. Thor seemed to sense your discomfort, and pulled you in close, encasing you in him to bring yourself back.

“I know it seems too soon, that you just got back to your home planet, but I know that I belong somewhere in the galaxy, not here where I get noticed every time I’m out.” Thor said, struggling on trying to form the correct sentence.

You only nodded. “You’re right. But I’m still going with you, and don’t you dare think that after what happened: my parents dying, you taking me to Asgärd and nearly escaping death so many times that I would want to leave you… you’re practically all that I have left, Thor.” Tears were now falling down your face as you looked him in the eyes.

Thor simply nodded and kissed your forehead. “I wouldn’t dream of it, you belong to me now,” He said, wrapping a thick arm around your waist before guiding you to where the rest of the Guardians were walking. “And I do have a confession to make… I love you.”

Those three words were something you never thought you’d hear from him, the man who still had his heart set on a woman he met years ago and never saw again, the man who wanted to spare himself for her until they meet again, it almost made you feel like you were in a dream. “I love you too.” You said, wrapping your arm around his soft waist, your hand gently rubbing the lower part of his distended belly.

• • •

Hours had passed, but being in space never helped in telling time. You and Thor got well adjusted in your small cabin, a twin bed you both lay on, Thor had you pressed up against his bare body, your hand rubbing circles on the tanned tight belly. He had just finished eating some sandwiches he snuck from the funeral, as well as some Asgärdian ale, a thunderous burp escaped his mouth after you pressed down a little harder on the dome of his belly. “Thank you, I had trouble getting that out.” He said shortly before yawing.

It had been a long day, and the two of you were exhausted ever since you left earth, but after getting some used to being on the Milano, and dealing with Thor and Peter’s childish bantering, you were beyond the point of exhaustion. You gave Thor a kiss, his hand on the back of your head. “So this is what they call love?.” The god asked, his eyebrow raised in curiosity.

You let out a short chuckle before nodding. Thor smiled, relaxing back into the one pillow that was there while his hand gently guided your head down to his warm belly. You snuggled up to him as he drew the blanket over you both, the faint rise and fall of his belly as he breathed was soothing, and soon enough you both were asleep in each other’s embrace as you flew amongst the stars.

[lou-bonfightme]

Toulouse's eyes narrowed when the girl admitted to following him. Strange tactic, even if it was true.

I'm new to town and was hoping to talk to other wolves.

That made Lou bristle. He breathed in deeply, paying attention now to the scents around him the way he hadn't before. Lou had gotten very good at ignoring them. It was easy when most things were the same. The same dying flowers, the smell of horse hay, and if he concentrated, the faint scent of his family--who walked this path every day and whose home was not far from here.

He did not want other wolves seeking him out. That was a job for Merida. Or, hell, even Belle. Who was much more soft hearted than he was and willing to look after some stray mutt.

Toulouse was not.

"Why would you want to speak to me? You don't know who I am." Maybe she did. After all, one search of werewolf + Swynlake in Google and his name, picture, Wikipedia page, etc would populate immediately. Most everything about him was online for anyone to see.

Or maybe she'd just gotten lucky.

Lou couldn't decide which was worse.

"You don't know anything about me. I could out you to the next person I pass if I chose to."

Translation: don't you know not to just trust people with something you should guard?

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[odoroussavourssweet]

Masque Milano Romanza

Nose: Cristiano Canali

notes: artemisia, orange blossom, angelica, narcissus, hyacinth, anise; jasmine, violet leaf; myrrh, cedar, patchouli, vetiver, amber

Romanza is a beautiful, delicate, narcissus-dominant spring floral, with detectable myrrh sweet-spiciness in the base, and maybe a touch of ashy or dry-branches darkness.

It reminds me of Diorissimo in spirit tbh; that inexpressible tenderness, that evocation of the first soft breeze of spring. Of course, Romanza is built around narcissus rather than muguet, and it’s not as syrupy-rich, but the feeling is similar.

Also like Diorissimo, Romanza has a breath of civet floating above the flowers, buff against the pale yellows and pink-purples. Adds an old-fashioned perfumey feel.

The other vintage scent that Romanza brings to mind is Futur, a 60s spring floral with a similar butter-yellow/pale-purple/beige palette. But Futur is clear as a bell and sharply aldehydic, while Romanza is softer, more nuanced, and sits on a richer base.

Over time Romanza reveals a mellow, yellow, narcissus-and-amber-and-civet glow that goes close to the skin and lingers as the spring flowers float away.

Romanza is basically a hazy, retro, narcissus-heavy floral reverie, but more scuffed-up and wearable than its actual vintage inspirations. The myrrh and animalic touches make it a bit earthier and deeper than spring florals usually get, while still retaining the poignant loveliness of the first mild day in April. A spring floral with heart, guts, and a functioning sex drive; one of the all-time greats.