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spicysix · 2 years ago

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i was a no (never 'maybe'?)

"Robin takes her by the waist with one hand as the other reaches her face for a caress. Their eyes meet and Chrissy smiles before tilting forward. Her skin is silky smooth and as their lips meet there are fireworks- “Whatcha’ doin’?” Eddie’s voice is right by her ear. ❀ She’s pressed against a door, and Chrissy’s hands are on both sides of her head. She smells citric, her hair’s up in that cheerleader ponytail with the bow to make it better. Her lips are glossy, and Robin knows they taste of berries, and she confirms it once Chrissy leans in and their lips meet. There are fireworks- “What are you doing?” Robin wakes up from her daydreaming with Nancy’s voice behind her." or: Robin has a chronic problem of daydreaming about her crush.

warnings/tags: pining, friends-to-lovers, farmer market!AU, Robin is gay and oblivious, everyone else is gay and a meddler, fluff!! word count: 3.8k author's note: happy buckingham taking over jargyle jursday - so i guess it's Buckingham Bursday? anyway. and happy pride! 💚🏳️‍🌈 entirely based on the song and music video of 'chance' by Hayley Kiyoko (lesbian Mother yayyyy). you decided this one, remember that poll? heh, thanks for that. also shoutout to the ST rarepairs discord server for the help coming up with what everyone in this farmer market sells. hope y'all like it, happy reading! ♡

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Robin takes her by the waist with one hand as the other reaches her face for a caress. Their eyes meet and Chrissy smiles before tilting forward. Her skin is silky smooth and as their lips meet there are fireworks-

“Whatcha’ doin’?” Eddie’s voice is right by her ear.

“SHIT!” she shrieks, startled, before turning to face Eddie as he has a knowing smirk on his lips. Steve is behind him, trying to hold in his laughter. “I’m not doing anything!” she defends herself even if she knows they’re not gonna buy it.

“If you’d just let us meddle, you’d be together by now,” Eddie says as he shrugs.

Robin’s eyes go back to where they were just a few seconds ago. Chrissy is now talking to a client, a candle in their hand as she tries to make a sale. Robin knows that one, it’s the Lemon Meringue. Robin has three of them. The client should buy it, even if the delicious refreshing citric smell is not what makes them, Chrissy’s smile should do it. It’s what does it for Robin, anyway.

“I’m not gonna let you two idiots meddle. Either this will happen by god’s own will, fate’s written words, me growing metaphoric lesbian female balls, or it won’t happen at all!” she answers without taking her eyes off of the client putting down the Lemon Meringue and picking up the Passionfruit Martini. An excellent choice too. Robin once had six of them from when Chrissy started trying them out. She’s down to just one now, finally.

A loud bleat interrupts her train of thought, and Eddie’s screaming goat scares Hennifer Aniston and she starts cackling loudly as well.

“Jesus Christ, get out of here with your Baphomet,” Robin shoos Eddie and he laughs before pulling the rope around the goat’s neck. Robin picks up the chicken, Hennifer’s a very cuddly one so she calms down once she’s in Robin’s arms.

“This one’s Phillip, babe, you’re mixing them up,” Eddie says.

“They all look the same and you know it!” Robin fights back and he just waves a hand in the air, not caring about Robin’s antics. He knows she’s just mad because he’s a meddler.

“So do your chickens, by the way,” Steve notes as Robin puts Hennifer back in her little playpen.

“They do not! Stop siding with your boyfriend, don’t you have jam or pies or cakes to sell or whatever?” she retorts once again and Steve laughs. “You gay people don’t take care of your own lives and want to meddle in mine! Absurd!”

“We’re bisexual, don’t erase our sexualities! You’re gay people too, Bobbin, and my love life isn’t disastrous as yours is so I could be a good adviser.” He shrugs before leaving a few bills on Robin’s counter and picking up a tray of eggs she had separated for him earlier. “But you’re right, I do have jam and pies and cakes to sell. See you later, Bobs.”

She hums at him as he leaves for his own stall. The peak rush hours are closing in and Robin will get busy soon. She knows the chicken in a playpen gathers attention, and so does the little poster she has containing the chicken’s informations — name, age, personality. Kids love them. And the parents love the eggs, she’s been on the papers once with her high-quality chicken eggs. She’ll start getting her regulars in a few minutes and she’ll have to deal with her stall all alone because Nancy couldn’t help her in today.

Yet, she lets herself lose a few minutes more staring at Chrissy’s stall. The client is leaving with a Tangerine Drizzle — they clearly like the citric ones. Chrissy is counting the money and storing them away in her little detailed wood box, an Argyle Original. She doesn’t notice Robin staring, she never does.

A client approaches, and Robin lets out a sigh. She’s got work do to.

❀❀❀

She’s pressed against a door, and Chrissy’s hands are on both sides of her head. She smells citric, her hair’s up in that cheerleader ponytail with the bow to make it better. Her lips are glossy, and Robin knows they taste of berries, and she confirms it once Chrissy leans in and their lips meet. There are fireworks-

“What are you doing?” Robin wakes up from her daydreaming with Nancy’s voice behind her.

She squeals and turns around too fast, and the cornflakes in her bowl fly out and scatter around on the floor. The chickens are happy with that. Nancy is leaning against the fence, and the knowing smirk on her lips says it all.

“You really have to make a move, this is getting pathetic,” she says as Robin finishes spilling the corn.

Robin leaves the chicken coop and marks the tally on the mental note of tasks to be done.

“What’s with you bisexuals and your inability to stay away from my love life. I don’t wanna hear it from Ms. I Have A Boyfriend-In-Law.” She rolls her eyes as she starts going back to her house and Nancy follows after snorting.

“Jon and Argyle are pansexual, don’t erase their sexualities. And it’s called a polycule, by the way.”

“I’m not erasing-” Robin starts, but stops herself once she sees Nancy’s playful smile. She’s just teasing. “You people will be the death of me.”

Nancy just laughs again and they enter Robin’s house.

Chrissy’s there.

“Robin! Hi!” she greets excitedly when she turns around and sees them entering.

“Chrissy, hello,” Robin’s gotten better at not stuttering when she’s around her crushes. It took her half her life, yes, probably, but at least she’s got it now. She doesn’t ramble and babble awkwardly anymore. “Is there something I can help you with?” She’s also a professional.

“Steve asked me to get some eggs for him? Said he’s got a big order and can’t find the time to stop by himself,” she answers, that beautiful smile of hers still on her lips. Nancy is already heading to the place where the eggs are stored.

Robin narrows her eyes as discreetly as she can while her mind runs. Steve has no big orders this week. Robin knows that, because Steve lets her know every time he does, because she’s gotta separate the eggs for him. He would’ve told her about a big order.

Lying, meddling son of a bitch.

“Here it is, Chris,” Nancy shows up with two dozen eggs and Robin narrows her eyes again.

Chrissy hadn’t said how many eggs Steve asked for.

Lying, meddling sons of bitches.

“Thank you so much!” she says to Nancy before turning to Robin again, who’s just standing there acting weird. “Your birthday’s coming up, right? You’re gonna throw something?”

“Uh, yeah, next week. I don’t know, I’m not much of a partier. Maybe just a nice brunch,” she says, and Chrissy’s still looking at her with expectancy. “If I do, I’ll be sure to let you know, of course! You’re always invited.”

Robin’s answer widens her smile, and Chrissy looks down at her feet with blushed cheeks. Robin feels like screaming. She’s so fucking cute.

“What’s your favorite fragrance again?” she asks and Robin snorts.

Yours, she wants to say. She holds it in.

“Um,” she looks around.

There’s one of the Lemon Meringues on the table by the door. The last Passionfruit Martini is on her bedside table. She knows there’s a Cherry On Top somewhere in her office, and a Blackberry Cobbler in the living or the dining room. She’s been meaning to get a Tangerine Drizzle since she’s seen that client buying one that day, but she’s also been thinking a lot about a Banana Boat to replace the last one she had in the bathroom.

“Ambrosia Salad?” her answer is more of a question, because of course she can’t decide, but it seems to be enough for Chrissy. She tilts her head like a puppy dog — so adorable, really, Robin’s about to implode — and smiles again.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she says. Robin’s heart is about to flutter out of her chest.

She hands the money to Nancy, who’s the one now just standing there, but she’s not being weird like Robin was, she actually has that annoying know-it-all smirk. Robin wants to strangle her.

But then Chrissy comes closer and leaves a kiss on Robin’s cheek, and maybe Robin is about to defy every single rule of the universe and become a puddle, liquefy instantly to the floor. Her cheeks are burning, and her brain seems to have short-circuited and, seriously, it’s fucked up that a single little blonde girl has so much power over her. That shouldn’t be allowed.

Chrissy leaves and Robin watches through the window as Chrissy crosses her lawn. She throws kisses to the chickens and Robin feels like she has no more place in her heart to fall in love even more, and yet she still does. Robin stares until she hops up on her bike and leaves, and she doesn’t notice Robin staring, she never does.

“Bet you wanted to answer ‘her perfume’ or something sappy,” Nancy says behind her and Robin turns around too fast, head going dizzy.

“Will you shut up!” she yells, and Nancy laughs.

“Robin, seriously. Talk to her! I could cut through the tension between you two five minutes ago.”

Robin doesn’t answer, instead, she comes up with a random topic to talk about. Jonathan’s and Argyle’s woodworking, or whatever. How’s that going? Selling lots of wood… works? Nancy lets her change the subject, because she knows Robin sucks at talking feelings, and honestly, Nancy kinda sucks at it too. With each other, at least.

“I wanted to say her actual skin smell, which is much better than any cheap or expensive perfume on the market, by the way,” she still teases back before Nancy leaves later that day, and Nancy laughs loudly and Robin lets herself giggle too.

When it doesn’t hurt like a bitch, being in love is actually kinda funny.

❀❀❀

They’re lying side by side on the grass, and their fingers are intertwined in between their bodies. Chrissy rolls to her side and so does Robin, and their noses almost touch. She’s got that pretty smile of hers that makes her blue eyes shrink until they almost disappear, her little wrinkles show how much she smiles all the time, and it makes Robin’s heart beat so fast. She leans in to kiss her, and the stars above them twinkle and there are fireworks-

“What doing?” Robin’s startled by a tiny voice beside her.

She’s sitting on the park grass, her back against a tree and she could’ve been more undercover if she had just remembered to put her sunglasses on her eyes instead of resting them on the top of her head.

“Doing nothing, Holly,” she answers, and the smallest of the Wheelers just shrugs and sits beside her on the grass.

“She’s pining. As usual,” Dustin answers, and only then Robin sees that the entire Party is there.

Holly doesn’t mind the answer, probably doesn’t even know what the word means, and just starts ripping grass out of the ground. Will and El sit close to Holly and start playing with her. Mike stands and hovers above the three of them, all knight-in-shining-armor pose.

“Huh, the babysat become the babysitters. Steve handed you the business keys?” she asks as the rest of the teenage menaces approach. “It used to be the other way around, you know? It was one guy with a gaggle of children, and now it’s one child with a gaggle of guys,” she finishes.

“Yeah, world’s funny that way, don’t try and change the subject, your pining is disgusting,” Dustin retorts and Robin rolls her eyes.

“Now the teenagers are meddling too, what have I done to deserve that?”

Robin stops looking at them, puts her sunglasses over her eyes this time, and focuses back on her initial interest. Chrissy and Heather are a few feet ahead having a picnic, far enough not to listen but close enough that Robin has a privileged view. They had picked a few flowers and Heather had weaved a few of them into Chrissy’s braided hair. She looks beautiful, like a fairy or something. Robin wants to be Heather so badly, touching Chrissy’s hair so absently, handing her flowers and basking in the late winter sun with her. If she didn’t know Heather was painfully straight, she would’ve been painfully jealous.

She swears she’s not stalking. They got here after she did. She just lost interest in the book she was reading before they appeared. But Chrissy didn’t notice her staring anyway, she never does.

“You and Chrissy have made it the entire town’s problem with your longing and yearning and lack of action. We’re obligated to see it, so you’re obligated to listen to our complaints until one of you actually goes ahead and asks the other out,” Max is leaning against the tree but Robin doesn’t tear her eye from Chrissy to look at the redhead.

“You’d be such a cute couple,” Lucas says and Robin wonders what kinds of sins she had committed to be karmically pestered by a gaggle of teenagers about her private business.

She’ll talk to the others later, tell them to get a hold of their younger siblings. They are so out of line.

“Look, you children don’t understand, okay? I don’t want to risk our friendship, because I like her very, very much. And this is a small town, and we have to see each other weekly and if things don’t work out it’ll be very awkward. There’s so much at risk, things that you kids have no idea about, and I will not! Risk them!” I won’t risk us, she wants to say.

They all look at her for a while after her heart-gutting speech. She looks back, defying them to say anything, and she’s almost sure she’s won her made-up staring challenge when they look at her with sympathy. But Erica ruins it.

“This is not about the gay thing, is it? Because, like, half of our group is part of the rainbow community, birds of a feather or whatever. Girl, we’ve been knowing.” Lucas hisses at his sister for her lack of touch, and she shrugs. “Just the facts.”

Robin takes a deep breath and starts thinking how she’ll answer that without cursing or being very rude and possibly scaring the Little Wheeler forever. Holly doesn’t deserve her rage, she’s clearly the best sibling in that family.

“She doesn’t even like me back, okay? Just the facts,” she mocks through gritted teeth. “Let’s just drop this,” is the best she can manage in a really dry tone, and she thinks it’s enough when they all go quiet again. Until Will speaks.

How did Steve manage, honestly? The man’s a saint, he’s gotta be. Kids are infuriating.

“Robin, I promise we’ll stop talking to you about this, and you don’t have to do as we say,” he says. “But, really. Just consider the possibility of talking to her. If it goes well, and I think it will, it really pays off,” he finishes and Mike, who’s still hovering and looking around as if a monster is about to appear out of nowhere, actually blushes. It’s almost cute.

Robin gives Will the smallest of smiles, that woman-love-woman to man-love-man solidarity smile, but doesn’t answer him. Doesn’t let them know that she’s considering following the advice coming from fucking teenagers (who all seem to have better love lives than she does, but that’s not the point).

Damn you, Will The Wise.

❀❀❀

She’s coming in Robin’s direction, the sun making her blonde hair shine bright and her skin glow, but her smile’s the most blinding of it all. She smiles at Robin in a way no one ever had, and it makes her warm inside. Chrissy’s finally close enough to touch, and Robin doesn’t hold herself and takes her face in between her hands. She smells of chocolate chip cookies in the oven, of laundry softener, of a flowery garden, she smells of home. Robin’s eyes almost tear up simply at the thought of her, and she can’t keep it in, she say’s ‘I love you’, and Chrissy answers, ‘I love you too’ before leaning in to kiss her, and Robin knows there are fireworks-

“Robin?” Chrissy’s voice sounds uncertain and it snaps Robin out of it.

Okay, she really is pathetic. Daydreaming about the girl while she’s talking to her, wow, this has reached a new level of absurdity.

“I’m sorry, so sorry!” she sputters, cheeks burning, hands sweating. “You were saying?”

“Just… happy birthday,” Chrissy smiles, hands Robin a gift box, but it’s such a small smile. A shy one, not good-shy, but fearful-shy. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

Robin can only nod, and she hands the gift box to Steve so he can keep it safe for her. No one around her is making any noise, and she knows they’re being watched by all these meddlers, so she glances at Joyce before turning to Chrissy again.

“Inside,” she almost whispers, before turning around and heading for the Byers’ house.

They’re having her birthday brunch there because Joyce’s porch is the best and her backyard is one of the only ones without animals or trees or woodworking stations. She also loves hosting, so it’s a win-win situation. Argyle cooked, Steve baked, Hop’s working on the barbecue and everyone’s having a great time.

Or, was. Until Chrissy appeared, made Robin’s brain stop working and now there’s that weird tension in the air. Robin knows she fucked up, she fucked up big time, but oh god, Chrissy looked so beautiful. She looked so beautiful every day, but she had such a pretty dress on today, and her hair was up in that cheerleader ponytail with a bow to make it better, and she has a shiny lip gloss that makes her lips look so kissable, and she smells of honey and coconut, and Robin wants her.

Robin wants her so badly, and Robin dreams of her when she’s asleep and when she’s awake too, and she has never wanted someone this much. And she has never known so deep inside her soul, how she can’t have someone as much as she knows she can’t have Chrissy. Robin’s not a particularly insecure woman, but she knows Chrissy would never pay her any mind.

“Why do you hate me?” Chrissy asks once they’re inside, and when she turns around to face Robin her eyes are wet.

“WHAT?” Robin yells, then cups her mouth for a second. “I’m sorry, shouldn’t have yelled, but. What?”

“I don’t understand. I keep catching you looking at me sometimes, but then you look away immediately and sometimes you look almost angry. You don’t hold big conversations with me, you seemed pissed at me that day with the eggs, and just now you weren’t even listening as I was talking.” Robin is in total shock as Chrissy starts listing things on her fingers. “It wasn’t like this! We were friends, Rob, and suddenly you started being so weird. Why invite me to your birthday if you don’t want me here?”

Yeah, they were friends and then Robin caught feelings. And apparently made it weird. Maybe she wasn’t as good with the girls she liked as she thought she was. She stopped rambling and babbling awkwardly, sure, but now she apparently shuts them out. Definitely not great either.

“Chrissy, I want you here, I do!” she says, and her voice falters because Chrissy has no idea how much Robin wants her. “I’m so sorry I made it weird, I just…” She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and remembers Will’s words. Oh wow, that’s pathetic for sure. “I don’t wanna be just your friend, Chris. I want more.”

She opens her eyes to face her demise because if she’s gonna be turned down she’s gonna take it proudly.

“You want… more?” Chrissy asks, and she takes a step further into Robin’s space.

“Yes. I like you. So much. So much, it’s pathetic.”

“You… like me?” she asks again, eyes wide open, and Robin gulps before nodding. Oh, god, here comes the blow. “Oh, Robin.”

Robin has no time to ask ‘what?’ because Chrissy throws her arms around Robin’s neck and their lips touch.

For real.

There are no fireworks, actually.

Fireworks are deafening loud, they’re bright and blinding. They jet, they spiral, they splatter. They can be scary, they’re everywhere and they’re overwhelming, and they’re too much sometimes. Just like Robin is most times. Loud, spiraling, everywhere, and overwhelming. Too much.

Chrissy’s kiss is not too much. It’s just enough.

It’s calm, and it’s relaxing, and it’s giving and giving and giving, but it’s receiving just as much. It’s stillness in a once stormy ocean, it’s silencing of all the high-pitched sounds that can be deafening, it’s thrilling in a way that makes Robin’s heart stump loud but rhythmically. Robin’s body loosens up, tension and anxiety leaving her, brain going quiet in, for once, a good way. She’s not overwhelmed, her senses aren’t screaming at her, she’s focused on the present moment. Chrissy tastes of fruit, of course she does, and she smells of home because it’s what she is. Her skin is warm as Robin holds her with no intention of letting her go, but it’s nothing like her dreams.

Because it’s real. And it’s so much better.

They separate their lips but their foreheads are still touching.

“You have no idea how much Eddie and Heather have been pestering me to talk to you,” Chrissy whispers almost against Robin’s lips, and she snorts.

“Oh, I sure do.” She wants to hate her friends for being right all along, but she can’t find it in herself to be anything but insanely happy.

“We’ve been two blind idiots, haven’t we?” Chrissy giggles, and it’s angelic as a sound can be, and Robin wants to crack Chrissy’s ribs open and live inside her chest. She nods at Chrissy’s question.

“I was so sure you didn’t like me,” she admits. “I looked at you all the time, daydreaming of this all the time. Reality’s so much better.” She tightens her grip around Chrissy’s waist to prove her point, to prove to herself it’s real.

“You didn’t see me staring right back.” It’s not a question, because the answer is obvious.

“I was too much of a blind idiot to see it, apparently.” She smiles and she leans in and she kisses Chrissy again. Because, oh god, she can do that now.

“But you see it now?” Chrissy asks.

“My eyes are wide open, Chris. And I see you now.”

#buckingham #buckingham fic #buckingham fanfic #buckingham oneshot #robin buckley x chrissy cunningham #chrissy cunningham x robin buckley #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #lui writes

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junranghae · 1 year ago

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i was tagged by @db2k <3 to share my TOP 5 SONGS RIGHT NOW hard to really give a ranking so i'll just share my top 5 songs from the on repeat playlist

♡ falling behind - laufey ♡ love 119 - riize ♡ what kind of future - woozi ♡ god of light music - bomg seventeen <<< yes i unironically listen to this all the time ♡ passionfruit - nmixx

tagging: @97-liners @irlvernon @kimsmingyu @kwonhochi and anyone else who wants to do this 🫶🏽

#number six was of course think youre the shit (fart)#noa.x

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waw1x · 1 year ago

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For the ask game: 🎵🌙✨🧸🎧🌸

Hi Gopher! Thanks for sending the ask teehee!

🎵 Passionfruit by Drake

🌙 I created my account, I think, on november 2021 but I never really posted anything. At the start of this year I decided to start posting my art, and OMG, what a good decision that was. I'm so happy to be able to share here the stuff I do and recieve all these positive comments. I'm so thankful with ya'll ♡

✨ Hmm,,, other than Wawix, Wawis or just Wawi, I don't have any other nicknames, but I wouldn't mind if someone wanted to give me one, in fact, I enjoy having nicknames! as long as you ask first and I give you my consent, they are totally welcome ♡

🧸 I would say my bed, but I would be lying. I actually enjoy more the accidental naps at my couch than the ones at my bed hehe

🎧 I currently use earbuds but I'm looking forward to buy some headphones, I think they are better in any way

🌸 I would say that whatever nice thing someone online has said to me, but I also enjoy whatever compliment my irl friends say to me.

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envember · 7 months ago

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1st - 7th July 2024 - Calmer storms

Final Seminar Day- Poster Presentations

Thursday was a nerve-wracking day. It started at around 9AM with taking an old route to uni since it was the final presentation in this seminar of Nutrition and Prevention of Chronic Diseases with Dr. C and Prof. Nöth.

I ended up oversleeping because I spent the whole night putting together what I wanna say and go through some parts.

(The birdies home picture was taken on another day- I don't recall. But I thought it was cute)

I had my breakfast to-go from home (lol). I managed to inhale the coffee before biarding the train and also met my friend omw to the building. The anxiety was hitting rooftop, but my girls and I ended up slaying it and we did well presenting our poster and discussing it with the professor.

The PreventionPals gorup (literally the name of our group chat) we ended up celebrating with a slice of pizza and a nice boba (I chose Passionfruit with Pomegranate tapioca). Dano took the new Watermelon boba and An took the Yakult one. We enjoyed a nice chat and then separated, each to their rest of the day ♡

I cannot express enough how much I love these girls. Working woth them in this seminar the past months has been more than a pleasure 😭🤍

Work Wednesday u. Friday-

I don't know where to start, so I won't. I had a nice coffee at home before leaving to my 8 AM Physio Seminar. Bought an Erdbeerliner (it was so good) and it sweetened my bitter day 😭🫶🏻

Friday was an even more tension-filled day at work, but we had a slice of pizza and admired the poppies. Later, a walk in the evening burned the rest of the pain ♡

AND DE LOST AGAINST SPAIN SO THERE WE GO!!

After all the racism going on, a lot of people were having schadenfreude towards germany. Which is understandable tbh, because why would you sing "Ausländer Raus" after u win a game? Have some shame. Half of the players on your national team are of Ausländer-descent. عيب عليكم.

Anyway, we move on (ﾉ≧▽≦)ﾉ

Weekend-

MY SISTER IS QUARTER A CENTURY OLD! WOOHOO-

Yes, we celebrated her existence for another year, and we enjoyed TO. THE. BONE. the Türkiye game. After the heart-wrenching gane we had some grilled Maiskolben. We also grilled am Samstag so all was nice hehe ♡

Now we await a monday full of meeting with the business partners, warm hugs and sweet chatch-ups (and maybe a Şapka thrown here and there)

Peace

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daddysuguru · 2 years ago

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i don’t really have a favourite alcoholic drink, although i very much enjoy fruity cocktails :)

oh, u seem to love fruity drinks, I do as well (ᵔ◡ᵔ) anything lemon, peach, passion fruit, strawberry, lychee are my fave. I really enjoy Starbucks’ pink drink, it’s a perfect blend of milky and fruity ^-^ fruit tea bobas too!! The peach and lychee tea are my go-to boba drinks (⌒▽⌒) Thanks for answering my question, daddy, u take such good care of all of us ♡

-sweets <3

fruity drinks are the best ones.

peach, strawberry, passionfruit and lychee are ones we have in common :) and yes ! the pink drink. satoru often laughs at me for getting the pink drink whenever he does but it’s a little good… yk.. i won’t admit it too much.

i always get the lychee/mango boba when i get boba! it’s too good. last time i tried this new place that opened up (a lot of boba places have opened up within the last 3 years where i live)

they had a strawberry hibiscus flavor and it was genuinely so good. a bit bitter at the end but the taste was fantastic.

amongst sweets, which one do you like the most ?

#inbox 1 #sweets <3

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littleboba · 4 years ago

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❝ bubble baths ❞

note: here’s a part two of “domestic”!

♡ ── wc: 940

♡ ── pairing: nanami kento x fem!reader

♡ ── desc: fingering/heavy petting + teasing + established relationship + pampering + spitting + nanami being a service dom

You ease yourself into a bubble filled bath, the water hot enough to leave you hissing, but your tense muscles are thankful for it.

Tonight’s aroma of choice is a light peach fragrance from a set of candles you’d received as a gift. And as you relax in the heat, neck deep in bubbles, you can’t help but feel calm and at peace.

It’s rather easy to forget how quiet the apartment can be when you’re home alone.

No work obligations or texts from co-workers needing assistance and on rare occasions that’ll sometimes mean no Nanami too. This evening in particular, your husband is an hour late which can only mean he’s gotten roped into working overtime with Gojo again. You won’t complain, or at least, you won’t give yourself the chance to lament his absence but you will take this little opportunity as a small blessing in disguise. You’re being afforded some much needed privacy.

A sigh escapes your lips as you draw lazy circles around your clit. You think of Nanami again and take time imagining him with his face buried between your legs, tongue lapping against your folds. These images are your remedy against lonely nights without him.

Phantom touches. A kiss here and there.

Something snaps, and iron hot pleasure has you pitching forward, thighs clenching as you let out a moan, muscles looser than jelly. As you lean back and continue to soak, you drift lazily between sleep and consciousness in the next second, half-submerged in a pool of warmth.

Not much time has passed, but when you awaken fully, it’s to the sound of Nanami’s shoes clicking against the linoleum. The very object of your affections finally stands before you in the flesh.

“You look relaxed.” He says offhandedly.

“And you look like hell.” You smile, cheeks feeling a tad warm when he looks at you without the cover of his shades.

“That’s to be expected, but I’m finally off the clock. Which means I get to spend time with you, right?”

Sitting up, you cradle your head against your raised knees, watching as your husband sheds his suit jacket, and rolls up his sleeves to wash his hands.

“Oh yeah!” You laugh. “Gonna join me then?” You catch his gaze again in the mirrors reflection; there’s a smile ghosting along his lips.

“Is that an offer?”

Your entire being lights up with anticipation as Nanami takes a seat at the edge of the tub, though careful not to wet his slacks.

“Kiss me please,” you murmur and of course he obliges. His tongue sweeps across your own and you can’t help but notice he tastes of something sweet, like strawberry. A candy pit pocketed from Gojo, perhaps? You’re eager to find out. His lips mold atop yours, stealing your breath in just a few short seconds. And when Nanami withdraws from you, it's with an audible smack.

“Open.” He commands.

You willingly obey and part your lips. His fingers graze your jaw, tilting your chin ever so slightly while his saliva drips down your tongue. Swallowing is instinctive.

With a whine, you chase after his lips but Nanami only leaves a chaste peck on your nose to finish.

He strokes your bare thigh, eyes glued to the suds and bubbles gliding over your breasts and down your cleavage. You can see him straining against his pants. But for some reason, he doesn’t seem very inclined to give it any attention yet. No, he only has eyes for you now. His hands travel lower, a clear goal in sight, but your thighs snap shut and halt his movements.

“Babe, at least take off your watch.”

“It’s replaceable.” He replies. Stubborn man.

“Still. It probably costs my entire paycheck,” you insist, leaning your head against his thigh. “Don’t be silly.”

But truly your arguments don’t hold up very well against a throbbing clit. Talk about your own body betraying you. Nanami smiles softly as you finally part your thighs for him to continue his voyage.

You can’t help but jump when he rubs your pussy. His hands feel a lot different from yours. Your head is still in his lap, lulled into submission by the scent of his expensive cologne and the softness of his touch.

“Talk to me,” Nanami says. “Come on, use your words.” His thumb catches against your clit causing you to moan.

“Please Ken, I w-wanna come... on your fingers,” you begin to rock your hips, almost sloshing the bath water over the rim. “Please.”

Nanami slides two fingers in, feeling your squishy walls clench around his fingers. When he presses a particular bundle of nerves, you nearly cry out. Pressure builds, once again, at the base of your tummy.

“Let it out.” He kisses your forehead. “Don’t be shy.”

You rolls your hips, meeting his thrusts; a little frenzied with the way your breaths grow shallow. “Fuck. Just like that.”

You fist his shirt with a wet hand. Coming hard for a second time has you twitching with every broken cry that falls from your lips. Nanami kisses you again, harder this time, as you moan one final time against his mouth.

You both make somewhat of mess of the bathroom when he picks up out of the bath. His clothes grow soaked, water drips from your body onto the tiles. Neither of you are concerned.

Nanami makes a show of dropping you onto the bed. “Still up for more?” He asks, while loosening his tie.

The answer is hidden in your heated gaze. You place your foot on his crotch, pressing lightly against his cock. “Of course I am.”

#kento nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #nanami x reader #nanami smut #nanamin x reader #passionfruit.♡

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daenystheedreamer · 2 years ago

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how did daemon survive on beer and mead and wine. this bitch needs a cocktail!! with a little umbrella,

#i love. malibu passionfruit. i think he qould too<3 #daemon targaryen #hotd #i hate him ofc. but he needs a colourful fruit drink called like Pink Pussy Princess♡

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milkybonya · 3 years ago

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treasure reaction: s/o has a good voice

hyung line | maknae line here

order 030, anon: small classic milk tea with banana tapioca pearls and fresh passionfruit for treasure

warnings: none!

barista 🥛's note: tumblr only allows 10 images or gifs or whatever so i had to divide this into hyung and maknae line T.T

Hyunsuk

LITERALLY THE GIF SPEAKS FOR ITSELF !! when he hears you singing in the shower one morming, he thinks it's Yedam with how soothing your voice is. then, he realizes he's literally at your house, so how could that be Yedam?! when he opens the bathroom door, you peek out from behind the shower curtain and ask if everything is okay. Hyunsuk silently blows you a kiss and leaves, excited about how his s/o sings well. he starts romanticizing a life with the two of you as a rapper-singer duo, and when you leave the shower, he gushes words of praise.

"y/n, i didn't know you can sing so well?! what should our rapper-singer duo name be ?!"

Jihoon

mans was just minding his own business, telling the treasure boys something in the dorm when suddenly you walk out of his room belting one of your favourite songs to sing. he sits there with his jaw dropped, just watching as you continue moving aroumd the dorm while singing. when the members ask him about you, he shrugs his shoulders. he literally had no clue his s/o could sing so well despite the two of you not being newly acquainted or anything. finally, his brain starts working and he gets up, walking towards you and whisking you back to his room in a hug so he can interrogate you.

"where did you learn to sing so well, hm? and why have you been hiding it from me?"

Yoshinori

this boy's reaction comes in many phases pls save my heart he's so cute. at first, when you start singing in the kitchen, thinking Yoshi isn't awake yet, he just vibes with you, dancing along and bobbing his head. then he's like... wait, i haven't heard y/n sing like this before? especially when you belt out some high notes, or something. so he's :shocked: just like Jihoon, freezes in place until it's over. when you finally notice him there and stop singing, he's all ♡_♡ for you, sweet and smiley like in the gif. like Jihoon, he'll ask you where you learned to sing like that and why you haven't shown him before.

"are you an angel? seriously, i think i somehow fell even more in love with you."

Junkyu

his initial reaction when you show him your skills at his makeshift karaoke (its just his computer, some mics, and a speaker in his room) is like in the gif, but that doesn't last long. soon, he'll be harmonizing with you, staring straight into your eyes, holding one of your hands and looking very starstruck and absolutely in love with you. only after the song ends, he'll ask about your singing skills in a cute voice. he'll be happy, because this means the two of you can do a lot of karaoke duets, but also that he can come to you for advice or with any questions about singing, even if you're not an expert.

"we can do so many fun duets, i'm so happy! you'll help me when i'm stuck with singing, right?"

Mashiho

look at this Mashiho oh lord i'm ♡_♡ Mashi would silently watch as you sing while washing the dishes. he'll just be there like 🧍🏻, frozen in place but also vibing like Yoshi would. he nods his head and closes his eyes as you hit alo the right notes. i don't think he would be super shocked or surprised or anything, but would quietly walk uo to you, wrap his arms around you from behind and rest his head on your shoulder, asking when you'll sing for him like that again. he kinda always knew you were talented in many ways, and now this is just one of them. he's kinda bursting with excitement on the inside, though, and somehow falls even harder for you T.T

"so when will you sing for me again like this? i love you so much, my talented baby..."

Jaehyuk

silently gasps when he comes back home and finds you waiting in his dorm room for him, singing to pass the time. he's like: wait is that y/n? the y/n i know?? they can sing ??? he listens outside his room for a bit before he walks in and starts dramatically cheering, yelling, and clapping like in the gif. he tells you to keep singing while he does that because you need to get used to a live audience (pls this bby just wants to hype you up). when you're done, he cuddles into you and mumbles how cool you are, that he's fallen for you again a thousand times over, and that Yedam needs to watch his back cause you're coming for him.

"do you we have another Yedam in the house ?! don't tell him, but i think you're way cooler, jagi."

Asahi

precious precious precious kind of just subtle and quiet with the way he reacts and praises you. quietly vibes with you as you sing while doing some paperwork or homework. he watches and listens attentively from where you can't see him, his heart soaring at the way you perfectly hit all the notes. then, he approaches you all nervous and itchy like in the gif, quietly telling you how he heard all of that and thinks you're one of the best singers in the world. he also asks if you'll ever sing for him on his tracks, but no pressure though. he'll bury his head into your chest while hugging you, letting out a scream because he can't believe how much more lovable you get with each day :")

"the universe was so kind for bringing you into my life. you're an angel, an angel who can sing, too..."

Yedam

Yedam is all shy, flustered and amazed when he hears you singing his own song, wayo, in your bedroom. he stepped out to use your bathroom for a second and comes back to hear your angelic voice ??? he'll stand outside the door all nervous and giggly like in the gif, not sure if he should intrude or just stay outside and listen. he decides on the latter, entering your room only after you're done. he'll wrap his arms around you from behind, since you were sitting at your desk, and will press a soft kiss to your cheek. the first thing he actually says to you is just a series of compliments that never seem to end. he goes on and on about you and your voice, shyly talking and oblivious to the way his own face is getting red.

"y/n, you sang my own song so well. if we ever get married, will you serenade me with that song at our wedding?"

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winterrinaa · 2 years ago

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kep1er's dazed photoshoot ♡ // audio - passionfruit // edited by laylah

#kep1er

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sayitan · 2 years ago

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★ TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER!

favorite color(s): green, red favorite flavor(s): sour apple, pineapple, berry chocolate, passionfruit favorite genre(s): fantasy, sci-fi, gothic / supernatural horror favorite music: indie rock favorite movies(s): disney tarzan, last holiday favorite series(s): dark angel, blood ties, blindspot last song: can't help falling in love, by tommee profitt last series: criminal minds last movie: the menu currently reading: moon called, by patricia briggs currently watching: alice in borderland currently working on: my creative writing masters

tagged by : @eywaborn ♡♡♡♡ tagging : @txelankong, @trukmkto, @nxytiri, @loahk, @rotturn, @analyticallyminded, @warhunting, @valiantsword, @soc0rr0

#. ooc . › sometimes i just talk shit .

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starlitheaven · 4 years ago

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𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨’𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠♡

♡ Brief headcanons on what he likes, how he feels about your tastes (I chose YA because it’s a genre that’s seen as childish or immature. I wanted to show that he isn’t a judgmental person), and how he’d enjoy it with you!

edit: I got carried away once again wow good thing this man isn’t real. I'd lose my mind

He personally enjoys philosophy, classic literature, nen theory, non-fiction, and mythology. He’ll literally read anything though. This guy doesn’t judge books by their cover.

Due to his childhood in a harsh place like Meteor City, he appreciates being able to retain any knowledge or type of book.

Surprisingly, the only thing he’s picky about is manga. (I think it’s canon that he reads manga, I just can’t remember where I read it lmao). Manga involves commitment, and he won’t pursue this unless it’s worth it!!

Now, when it comes to you, most of your first date would be discussing your book preferences.

Even though this man has refined taste and is clearly well read, he won’t judge what types of books you like to read.

You have many favorite genres in common, but some stick out to him.

YA novels? He’d ask you what makes this genre specific to young adults and how it’d compare to “adult” books.

It’d kind of throw you off to be asked something like that, because it seems obvious to you. Yet you’ve read this genre since you were, well, a young adult. How to explain it?

He often tends to have this small teasing smirk that’s intimidating yet playful enough to lure you in. So you think he’s joking, but…

You look up from your contemplation and he’s looking at you with his eyebrows slightly raised, head tilted like a puppy, and eyes wide with curiosity.

You explain to him how the topics aren’t usually heavy and if they are they’re subtle enough to sell while being understood to those who soak it in. The main character is also often going through some sort of change that is personal but specific to adolescents. Then, there’s almost always romance, but it’s a slow build and never graphic which is what you appreciate.

At this, that small teasing smirk would appear on Chrollo’s face, “So no plastic covered gas station books for you? Those are quite graphic.”

It doesn’t occur to you until later how he would even know that.

In an established relationship, he’d enjoy reading to you and having you read to him. You both love hearing the others voice read poetry. IMAGINE this mans soft and deep voice reading to you omfg

Let me just paint a picture here:

Your wanderer of a lover has come back to you (early in the relationship you wouldn’t know where he goes, later in the relationship you know it’s a “job”). He doesn’t stay for very long, so you enjoy your time with him.

You’re having a picnic by the lake in a secluded part of Central Park in Yorknew, and sitting on a soft gingham blanket. The sun is setting, an orange halfway dip into the horizon. You’ve both finished your passionfruit panna cotta (you got him an extra one which he appreciated), and now Chrollo is sitting against a large oak tree with your head resting on his lap.

You’re comfortably full and gazing up at him as the incoming dusk paints him in a warm light. The soft breeze and his calloused fingers delicately brushing your bangs away from your face soothes you into closing your eyes.

His fingers softly trail from your forehead down to your cheekbones and end at your jaw. They instinctively curl to cradle your face and his thumb draws slow circles over the bottom of your cheek. He lingers like that for a moment, and before you can feel self conscious about it, he lets go and you hear him pick up a book of poetry.

He only reads one poem to you that day and its transparency makes your heart swell:

𝘐 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳. 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴. 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘮𝘦, 𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴.

𝘐 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥.

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴,

𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺, 𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘦.

Love Sonnet XI - Pablo Neruda

#this came out longer than I thought #didn't mean to add that poetry part at all #can you tell I enjoy picnics and sunsets #I really got lost in it oops #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo #chrollo headcanons #chrollo x y/n #chrollo x you #chrollo x reader

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