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This is what life is all about đ„č
#mini pizzas my beloved#and lil spicy ramen for a spicy me#and some mango wine?? whatâs that doing there!
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Anyway I was at a friend's birthday party last night and they had provided an assortment of party food and pirate themed paper plates to eat it off so I'm there filling my plate w pizza + mini sausage rolls + crisps like hm this feels like someone's eighth birthday except I'm gonna drink wine with this.
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Their Perfect Date HCs [Angel edition]
Rating: General
Human Edition | Monster Edition
Please remember: There is strength in softness.
Cas
Absolutely brings you flowers.Â
Hear me out: fruit picking!
Something like strawberries
Spend the day outdoors in the sunny weather, chatting, walking, picking and comparing fruits.Â
Maybe a picnic at the end where you can refuel, and Cas can bask in the sun. Enjoy people/nature watching together.Â
Then you take him home and make your harvest into something; a pie, wine, jelly/jam.
Put him in a frilly apron and boop flour on his nose, heâs in love.Â
Cas wonât partake in the consumption, but heâll enjoy watching you, and earnestly listen to your review.
GabrielÂ
Brings you chocolates/candy.
(Obviously, he has ideas, plans, and wants of his own, to a dangerous extent but) Gabe at his core just wants to impress you, donât give him choices because heâs very much a âwhatever you wantâ kinda guy in those scenarios. His ideal date is whatever your ideal date is.Â
What do you want for dinner? âWhatever you fancy sugarâ, your wish: my command.â Do you prefer the red outfit, or the black? âI think you look smokinâ in both, pick whatever you feel good in.â Do you want pasta or pizza? âI want a pizza you. Do you want pasta or pizza?â
Plus, he loves simultaneously using indecisiveness to wind you up and to force you to make decisions for yourself, to voice your own wants and needs. Â
Ultimately though, I think his ideal date would be something surprisingly simple.Â
Like a coffee date.
Or hot/boozy hot/chocolates and pancakes at a dessert restaurant.Â
Tell him about your proudest moments, your favourite everything, your biggest adventures, your fondest dreams, so he can soak you in.Â
Heâll tell you about his own escapades, drops some big names, about his early days on earth, and so on.Â
Somewhere you can spend hours chitchatting, sharing stories, and getting to know each other, while getting high on sugar and playing footsie under the table.Â
Jack
Isnât sure which is most appropriate or which you would like most, so he brings you all the gifts! Chocolate, flowers, soft toys, you name it!Â
But then he gets nervous and thinks itâs too much, so he only gives you the flowers.
Until youâre halfway through your date, when things are just easy and relaxed. He confesses and gives you the other stuff at the end of your date.Â
As for the date itself it would be something classic but fun; bowling, mini golf, roller skating.Â
If itâs score-based, he wonât be competitive, but also will not let you win.Â
If the venue does food, and youâre struggling to pick heâll order your second choice so the two of you can split and share.
Will find any excuse to try and hold your hand throughout.Â
LuciferÂ
Does not bring a gift. Come on, heâs all the gift you need.Â
Lucifer is not easy to take on a date. (Heâs not easy in any regard really.) Especially when you take into account his distaste for all things human.
If heâs earnestly asked you on a date/agreed to a date, then the only salvageable factor is you. No pressure. Â
And it's not like he can just fly you away to another galaxy or something, cause you know, human bodies donât tend to do well in the vacuum of space.Â
Plus, heâs so contraire you could spend hours listing ideas and he would bat down every single one. (Secretly loving every moment because he gets to spend time with you, making you laugh as he comes up with more and more ridiculous reasons to reject your ideas).Â
Really though, just take him with you on your daily routine, or even like, your ideal day. Let him bitch about all the humans in the grocery store, let him try your favourite foods, him laugh at the kid who dropped their ice cream, and let him watch you geek out at the book/video/hobby store without embarrassment. Just let him experience your true self, while letting him be his true self.Â
No policing him, just pure unadulterated freedom with the person he loves.  Â
MichaelÂ
Brings you chocolates, but not like fancy ones. Adam advised that gifts were customary in human dating culture, but didnât specify which kind, so he got you a selection of candy bars, the same kind that Adam seems to enjoy.Â
Something outdoorsy and active but with a view; Hiking, rock climbing, or even just a long walk on the beach.Â
Something where you can find a nice place to settle and watch the clouds and/or stars together.Â
If stargazing, he will teach you about the different constellations, their creation, and their stories.Â
Will be absolutely enamoured if you already know some of it and are able to have a back-and-forth conversation.Â
Adam also tried to teach him some other dating tricks, like fake stretching to put his arm around you, but that seems redundant. If he wants to put his arm around you, he will simply do so.Â
Short circuits a little when you lean in closer and rest your head on his chest/shoulder.Â
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deep crust
firefighter!poe dameron x reader
happy poevember<3 here's this little alternate universe oneshot as a treat! it takes place not too long after the events of ashes to ashes, but you can read this even if you haven't read it (though it's probably more enjoyable if you have the whole context!)
summary: poe is utterly horrified to hear you've never tried a chicago pizza.
warnings: none<3
tags: poe being a drama queen, poe being absolutely whipped, fluff, kissing, just sweet stuff and moments tbh
word count: 1.2k
I gotta admit, my non american ass had heard of chicago style pizza but had never seen what it looked like before writing this so I realized it lowkey looks unappetizing (I'm so sorry chicago people)
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The topic comes around the first time you officially invite Poe to have dinner at your new apartment. He's properly appalled, his jaw dropping in shock as he lets go of his fork.
âYouâve never had a deep dish?â
You smirk, knowing it would draw this reaction from him â or from anyone you know here, as a matter of fact. You know from experience, and it being so amusing each time kinda participates in the fact youâre refraining yourself from trying those famous Chicago style pizzas.
You give him a shrug of your shoulder, indifferently keeping on chewing on your salad.Â
âThatâs fine. Iâm doing fine living this wayâ you chuckle.Â
âOh but youâre missing out.â he shakes his head, his hand closing around his glass of wine. âYou donât know it but youâll realize and you will hate yourself for not trying them sooner.â
He sips on his wine and you scoff, looking at him, at his handsome face bathed in the warm glow of your apartment light. âYouâre so dramatic.â
He points a finger at you, a stern expression over his face. âThis is a proportionate reaction.â
You huff out from your nose.
He shakes his head in feign disappointment. âI canât believe I kissed someoneâs mouth whoâs never had Chicago pizzaâ he mutters under his breath, a laugh escaping him when you playfully swat him with the back of your hand.Â
From there, Poe takes it as his personal mission to get you to try a Chicago pizza.
At first, itâs just a running joke. Every time he sees you, he manages to smoothly slip it into the conversation.Â
âI still canât believe youâve never had a deep dish,â heâll sigh, shaking his head in fake dismay as you roll your eyes. Or he will go off on mini monologues, exaggerating the âwonders of Chicagoâs pizza crustâ â as he calls it, then proceeding to babble out an elaborate description of the layers of cheese and sauce with a genuineness that borders on comical.Â
And each time, you brush him off with a laugh, stubbornly sticking to your claim that youâll get around to it eventually.
But Poe is nothing if not persistent. And the principle of making you try a Chicago pizza is also what would be considered a date with you.
One evening, you receive a text from him, a link revealing âthe top ten pizzeriasâ in Chicago, even though he knows which one is his personal favorite.Â
âItâs so you have multiple options to choose from. Whichever seems the most appealing to youâ he attaches to the link.
You receive another text not long after. âIâm willing to drop my favorite place but I know the owner and he would be pissed if he learned that the man that put out his kitchen fire went to another pizzeria.â
You canât help but laugh and text him you will think about it, but he still doesnât let up, because he has not won until he's leading you arm in arm to a pizzeria.Â
Finally, the very next morning, you receive another text from him while heâs on shift at the firehouse. âEven my crew thinks itâs crazy you havenât had a real Chicago pizza. Donât let us down here.â
You smile, shaking your head as you type back, âYouâre relentless, Lieutenantâ
Seconds later, his reply comes. âThis is important. History is watchingâ
Characteristically dramatic. Then, a picture pops up. His face, mouth twisted into a small pout, and a something in his pleading eyes that makes you think he knows exactly what heâs doing because youâre quick to text back,
âFine. Pick me up on Fridayâ
â
âIâm gonna show you the best in townâ he assures you on Friday, his face lit up with excitement and a hand at your back as you get close to his pizzeria of choice.Â
You raise an eyebrow at him. âYou know, I have high expectations nowâÂ
âYeah, maybe Iâm overselling it,â he laughs. âBut trust meâ he grins, pushing the door to the place open.Â
Comes the time youâre served and you take your first sample of your awaited first Chicago deep dish experience. Poe has pushed his own plate aside, waiting for the conclusion, the denouement of that whole affair.
âSo?â he asks after a while, forearms leaned against the table as he intently awaits your reaction. His teeth sink into his lip, gaze thoroughly focused on every micro expression of your face as you take your time chewing on your first bite.
You lightly clear your throat once youâre done, taking the time to wipe your mouth with a napkin.Â
Poe impatiently shifts his position onto his seat, and you take a deep breath for the dramatic effect and impending suspense.
âDonât get mad,â you start, pinching your lips. He stammers, his expression turning into a remorseful one at the idea you think he would truly be disappointed for you not liking it, his hand reaching for yours over the table. ââI should have listened to you. You werenât lyingâ you smirk as you continue, witnessing his face clear up almost instantly, a startled laugh escaping his mouth.Â
âYou had me in the first halfâ he admits with a grin, leaning back in his seat. âSee? I would never lie to you.â
You glance up at him when you savor your next bite, but heâs not eating â heâs just watching you. There's a soft look of satisfaction and an underlying sweetness in his gaze, and the expression is so open and so unmistakably Poe it makes your stomach flip.Â
âYou can breathe now,â you tease, lightly nudging his foot under the table. âCome on, eat before itâs coldâÂ
â
You keep on teasing him when you exit the restaurant, telling him that maybe his reaction was a bit too excessive and dramatic for something that is âjust pizza.â Only heâs quick to exaggeratedly counter, telling you that âitâs not just pizza, itâs a life experienceâ
Itâs cold outside as you walk side by side down the street, in a comfortable silence between the both of you.Â
Your hands lightly brush and Poe's smoothly slides into yours, taking a glance over at you to make sure it is fine, and without even looking over at him, you squeeze his hand in silent assurance, firmly looking ahead of you as the feeling of his touch makes something flutter inside your chest.Â
His hand is warm and his grip is steady against your fingers numb from the cold, and it feels undoubtedly right to be holding his hand.
When you finally reach your building, he pauses, still holding your hand as he faces you, a soft smirk tugging at his lips.Â
âCan I kiss you again now that youâve tried Chicago pizza?â
You laugh wholeheartedly, spontaneously nodding, a wide smile over your face as you lean into him. His lips are soft as they press against yours, his grip on your laced fingers tightening when you rest your other hand at the side of his face.Â
âGoodnight,â he says quietly, the feel of him lingering as he pulls back with a soft smile.
âGoodnight, Poe.â
You feel hollow saying this, already missing his presence.
You only let him go after kissing him again.
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24 Hours with You (Satoru Ver.) - Ep. 2
Series Masterlist Chapter Summary: The second episode of a mini-series where youâll live through the hours you spend together with your husband, Gojo Satoru. Pairings: Gojo Satoru x Female Reader Genre: Domestic AU, Fluff, Romance, Humor Word Count: 9K Warnings: no plot, just a compilation of fluffy scenes that you share with your whipped, super annoying husband, Satoru. there's a bit of a smutty scene but it's not explicitly written.
Episode 2: Daylight
07.04 AM
The morning sunray seeps through your windows, kissing your skin with familiar warmth. The red roses Satoru bought you yesterday greet you with their sweet scent as they sit prettily in a glass vase that glimmers like crystal underneath the light. You take a quick scan around, expecting the worst but surprisingly, besides the bedroom, your place is still recognizable despite the drunk antics that you and your husband did last night after finishing a whole bottle of wine to yourselves.Â
Your work doesnât start until nine, and although usually, you would leave at 8.15 to avoid the risk of turning up late, after noticing what day it is, you reckon that traffic wonât be so bad. Plus, your home is only around ten minutes away from your office anyway. Itâs the main reason why Satoru insisted on buying this condominium in the first placeâto give you more time to yourself (and for him to cuddle with you on the sofa because you always look so snuggly in the morning). Maybe you can take it easy today. Brushing your teeth and changing your nightgown into an oversized hoodie (Satoruâs) and a pair of comfy sweatpants, you get yourself to work.
Among the clutters on the floor are your cocktail dress and Satoruâs expensive suit and tie, scattered all over the carpet, giving you a quick flashback of what happened after you arrived home from the fancy restaurant he took you last night. The exchange of heavy, scorching kisses in the elevator⊠Your spine pressed flat against the wall with his head between your thighs the second the front door was shut close⊠A bottle of red wine tasted directly from each otherâs tongue⊠AndâŠ
You glance down at your hands, feeling heat flaring in your cheeks as your eyes land on the thin, but quite noticeable, purple bruises that circle your wrists like dark bracelets.
Last night was⊠wild.Â
âGod, weâre not young anymore,â you mumble to yourself, shamefaced, as you head toward the kitchen. There are empty plates and half-filled glasses left abandoned on the aisle, and a pizza box that you ordered at two in the morning for an emergency snack (Satoru always gets hungry after sex), but it will only take you a few minutes to clean everything up, so everythingâs fine.
Todayâs start isnât so bad.
The condo that you and Satoru bought together felt too spacious and grand at first. The neat white walls somehow screamed lonely, desperate for human touch. But after living here for three years, three whole years of a happy marriage with occasional fights that never lasted a night, it felt truly like homeâthe kind that youâve never had the joy to experience before.Â
Silly Polaroid photos of the two of you are plastered all over the fridge. A collection of your favorite novels sits on the bookcase among healthy pileas that tumble elegantly over the shelves. Satoruâs favorite Hatsune Miku figures are there too, despite your constant begging to just throw them away, but thatâs marriage, isnât it? You just have to compromise on every single thing. Even when the color of Hatsuneâs stupid hairâwhy does it have to be turquoise of all shades?âruins your aesthetic.
A huge, beautiful mural showcasing the map of the world can be found painted on one side of the wall. In some countries, there are words written by colorful markers, telling a story of the memorable journeys youâve had together. Satoruâs messy handwriting used to be there but you scrapped them all because drawing a bunch of arrows pointing at different cities and writing down the words âWe did it hereâ or âWe also did it hereâ and âWe toooootally did it hereâ with wink faces on the sidedonât exactly seem appropriate, especially since Megumiâs son often comes by to visit his favorite uncle. (The word âfavoriteâ here is self-proclaimed. Megumi never said that. His son also never said that. Satoru is just delusional.)Â
You catch a whiff of your husbandâs perfume, still somewhat lingering close, a sweet reminder of your chaotic days in high school and the moment your romance bloomed during your college days. Oh, also, coffee. Youâre gonna need a lot of that if you want to get through all of your work meetings today. The smell of freshly brewed coffee is one of your favorite scents in the world and you smile to yourself as you pour it into your mug.Â
âSomeone looks happy,â Satoru sniffles as he places his chin on your shoulder, long arms winding themselves around the dip of your waist. And cuddly, he adds in his head. Though he always finds himself swooning seeing you in your cocktail dress or work attire, he adores this look the most. Messy bun, bare face with acne patches on your chin and nose, his hoodie covering your body to the middle of your thighs. You're precious.
He wonât say this to you though, not today.
âSomeone sounds a bit grumpy.â You tilt your head just enough to peck him on the cheek. âTook you long enough to finish.â
âWell, it wouldâve only taken me ten minutes if somebody was kind enough to lend me a hand.â
âWhat, your two hands arenât enough?â
âThey donât feel as good as yours.â Heâs pouting. Even if you canât see it, you can tell he is. âI didnât finish, by the way. Thank you for asking.â
A chuckle escapes you. âHoney, you finished, like, four times last night.â
âYouâre missing the point,â he sighs. âI donât think Iâve told you this butâŠâ He turns your body around, making you face him with your cup between your hands and your back leaning against the kitchen counter. Heâs still in his boxer shorts, you notice, but heâs made the effort of throwing on a green pastel shirt, hanging loose on his body and unbuttoned to his chest. Satoru rests his palms on the surface, trapping you between his arms. âI think Iâm getting so dependent on you now that I canât even cum on my own.âÂ
âYou canât do anything without me these days, actually,â you comment, running your mouth without realizing that heâs desperate for your sympathy. He gives you a look, staring flatly at you. âAnd I canât do anything without you, my love,â you add with a smile, tapping his cheek. âThere. Happy now?â
âWouldnât kill you to say it once in a while,â he answers, and you roll your eyes. âIâm just saying, I used to do it so easily, you know? I didnât even need to look at actual porn to jerk off. I was so in control of my body. Just had to picture you naked on your knees with my diââ
âCareful.â
He cuts himself short. ââand Iâd be done in, like, two minutes.â
âI see. And here I thought today was going to be boring,â you reply, sarcasm running thick in each word.
âBut these daysâŠâ His eyes droop. âIt hasnât been that easy. Sometimes I couldnât even, umm⊠get it hard,â he admits, blushing. Itâs a bit of a confession that heâs been trying to keep to himself for a while.
âWhat, really? Like, at all?âÂ
He sheepishly nods. âThereâs this one time when you were away on a business trip and it had been so long since we had sex so I wanna⊠You knowâŠâ
âPlay with your carrot?â You suggest, taking a sip of your coffee. âRub the eggplant? Stroke the banana?â
Thereâs a momentary silence where he just looks at you, unamused.Â
You, also, stay hushed.Â
Then, âCaress the fresh zucchiniââ
âI think thatâs enough, babe.â
âOh, so when I say it, you donât like it. But when you say itââ
âYouâre not saying it at the right timeâYou know what? Forget it.â Satoru pushes himself away from the counter, fuming and you laugh.Â
Catching him by the wrist, you whirl him back to you. âIâm sorry. Youâre just so cute. I think this is the first time Iâve seen you act like this.â
âCan you be serious, please? This is actually very important to me.â
âI know, Iâm sorry.â You stand on your toes, kissing his pout away. âIâll pay attention, I promise. Tell me whatâs on your mind.â
âIâm a bit scared,â he says, his shoulders sagging. He looks like a sad puppy. A giant, 193cm tall sad puppy. Even your puppy didnât look as depressed as him now when she was on the verge of death. âWhat am I going to do when youâre away for two weeks and I canât even jerk off once?â
You know you donât have to jerk off, right? Your mouth is itching to say the words. âTwo weeks arenât even that long.â
âOf course, they are!â
âOkay, so you canât jerk off for two weeks. What is the big dealââ
âWhatâs the big deal?!â He gasps, as dramatically as ever, one hand slapped against his chest. âYouâre asking me whatâs the big deal?! What if this is a sign of early erectile dysfunction?!â
Hereeee we go. âFrom someone who came four times last night, what are you saying?!â
âExcuse me, are you a doctor?â His voice drops, his face solemn. âAre you an urologist?â
You sigh. âNo.â
âDo you have a penis?â
âSatoruââ
âDo you?â
Youâre rubbing your head, headaches incoming. âYou wouldnât have married me if I had one now, would you?â
âNot true but okay. Anywayââ
âWait, hold up, what does that meanââ
âThe point is,â he puts pressure on his words, pinching your nose so youâll stop talking. âNo penis, no opinion. Also, multiple studies by Chinese researchers have shown that in order to avoid getting prostate cancer, men should release their sperm around two to four times a week. Andââ He holds up a finger in the air, shutting you down before you even begin to open your mouth. âWhen you orgasm, your brain releases a surge of dopamine, right? I need that, especially when youâre not around to help me manage my stress.â
You press your lips together, as tightly as you can, afraid that youâll break into another bout of laughter if you donât. âI see.â Itâs so hard to keep your voice away from shaking. Heâs so serious, itâs almost out of character for him to be this serious. âSo youâre, uhh⊠Youâre stressed, huh?â
âOh, I am, baby. Iâm so stressed out.â He swats his bangs out of his eyes, pushing back his hair. âLook at me. I just woke up and I look like this. You think itâs not stressful to look this handsome every day? I have to work twice as hard as anyone else in my building just to be taken seriously. Especially by the CEO.â
âYou mean your daddy.â
âMy CEO.â
âWhoâs your daddy.â Right after you hear yourself saying the line, you snort, failing to contain your laughter. âIâm sorry, Iâm not laughing at you. I just had a flashback of the time when you said those words to me in bed andââ You wipe a tear away, your body shaking from your titters. âGod, that was cringe.â
Satoru narrows his eyes. âSo you are laughing at me.â
âYeah, but not because of the things youâre saying right now.â The more you try to explain, the more he seems insulted. âSorry. Continue.â
His nose flares. He wouldâve been vexed if you didnât look so adorable holding back your giggles. âAll the other workers think Iâm not fit to be next in lineâto lead the company. They think I get everything I want just because I have a pretty face and Iâm his only son.â
Well, I mean, theyâre not wrong, you ponder to yourself, though you know if you mention it out loud, heâs going to cry. âTheyâre jealous of you.â
âAnd then of course thereâs that guy, Kenjaku, who clearly wants to take my place so heâs been trying to get close to my dad,â Satoru clicks his tongue in annoyance. âCan you believe they went golfing together? Gol. Fing. My dad never even let me touch his golf club!â
Oh, heâs ranting. Heâs so upset, heâs ranting like a tired housewife and itâs hilarious. âIâm sorry, sweetie.â You spread your arms, offering him a smile. âDo you want a hug?â
âOkay,â he mumbles cutely, moving toward your embrace with his lower lip jutted out. He goes down to his knees, tangles his arms around your waist, and nuzzles his face against your belly.Â
âI think they just feel intimidated by you.â You land a hand on his head. For some reason, his hair is always extra fluffy in the morning. âSmart, charismatic, and sexy? They donât stand a chance against my husband.â
Usually, you would have him go back to his feet (figuratively and literally) right away after hearing such words, but Satoru only lets out a small humâresponding but not quite agreeingâas he buries his nose deeper in your fabric. Seems like this one is serious. âToru, youâll be okay.â
âI canât do it without you, babe,â he says, his voice muffled by your hoodie.
âWhat, getting that promotion without people judging?â
âNo. Cumming.â
âOh, weâre going back to that.â You chortle lightly, stroking his strands. âOkay, listen.â Cupping his cheek, you lift his face to meet your gaze. âYou donât have erectile dysfunction.â You return the small space between you, your lips curving up beautifully as you bend down and give him a light kiss on his forehead. âAnd next time, Iâll take care of your needs. Promise.â Noticing how his eyes take a quick look at the kitchen counter, you add, âNot right now, Satoru.âÂ
âMeanie.â Your husband groans, playfully biting your hand. âAnd how are you planning to take care of me the next time weâre separated from each other?â
âIâll do something to help you, uhh⊠do whatever it is you need to do.â
His eyes light up. âWill you FaceTime me and give me a strip dance with Closer by Nine Inch Nails playing in the background?â
Thatâs⊠oddly specific⊠âAnd why does it have to be that song, if I may ask?â
âNo reason, reallyâŠâ He averts his gaze. âJust⊠You know, it makes me think about youâŠâ He seems a bit shy.
Wait. Shy? Satoru is?
How does the song go again?
You tear down my reason It's your sex I can smell You make me perfect Become somebody else I wanna fuck you like an animal
You send your husband a blank stare. Look at him. This pervert is asking you this while acting like an embarrassed schoolgirl standing in front of her crush. âIf itâs not too much to ask,â he says, so cutely as if he was asking you to make him his favorite dish for dinner.
Of course, itâs too much to ask, are you insane? âOr,â you suggest calmly with a forced smile. âWe can do slightly more romantic stuff like calling each other on the phone andââ
âDO PHONE SEX?â Stars in his eyes. There are stars in his eyes.
âUhhâŠâ
âPlease say yes, please say yes!â
That isnât exactly what you have in mind, but can you even decline when heâs like this? Telling him no right now would feel just as awful as when you (because of Satoru, of course) accidentally revealed the truth about Santa to your nephew, giving Megumi a hard time feeding his son who started a hunger strike as he went into depression mode for three days. (This is a horrible comparison, by the way. One child was asking about Santa while this one is asking for the opportunity to whisper âI wanna fuck you like an animalâ in your ear when youâre a hundred miles away from home. Two totally different cases, but you know Satoru will behave the same way as your nephew if you reject his wish. Probably even worse.)
With your head throbbing, you murmur, âMaybe just a littleâŠâ
âPromise?â He holds up his pinky, grinning from ear to ear.
All that positive energy you had this morning? Drained. âPromiseâŠâ
âYaay~âÂ
As you break into a cold sweat thinking about the unfortunate event that will soon befall you (aka the phone sex), Satoru, is already back to his giddy and frisky self. Well, as long as heâs happy, I guess.Â
âWhat are you having?â He asks, jumping back to his feet. âCoffee?â
âMm. You want some?â
âNah. Iâm craving hot chocolate.â He reaches a hand toward the high drawer to get hold of his favorite mug, looming above you and intentionally knocking his chest against your face as he traps you in between. He giggles when you glare. Heâs childish that way.
âHow very girly of you.â
âItâs to relieve my stress.â He pokes you in the stomach. âAlso, liking hot chocolate doesnât make me look girly.â
âSure, but trying on my skirt does.â
âBabe, come on,â Satoru whines, his earlobes turning scarlet. âHow many times are you going to hold me on this? I was just messing around!â
âHoney, you were alone in our bedroom, wearing my maxi skirt and checking yourself in the mirror.â
âIt was a dare from Suguru.â
âAnd taking selfies.â
âSo I can send some proof to Suguru.â
âNot the point, Satoru.â
âThat is the point! Babe, canât you see? Saying no to the stupid dare wouldâve made me seem less manly than he is.âÂ
âSo youâd rather put yourself in a skirt?â
âWell, duh!â
You canât find the logic in his excuse, you really canât. âIn my defense, though,â he adds. âI thought you were gonna be out for a little longer.âÂ
âWhat wouldâve happened if I were? Gonna put on my thong next?â
âNo,â he scoffs, trying to regain whatever amount of dignity he has left. âAlso, itâs not like youâve never done something embarrassing before. Remember that time when we went to Megumiâs birthday dinner and you ended up telling his nana a dick joke?â
âThat was also you.âÂ
âNo, no. I meant, that one with the salaryman meeting a guy in a horse costumeââ His realization falls upon him. âOh my God, it was me.â
You shake your head, amused. âItâs okay.â You turn to face the counter once again, placing your mug on the surface before you reach forward to grab a bit more cream. Â âAfter being married to you for three years, the only thing that will surprise me is if you grow another head. Anything else, I can manage.â
âWhy does this sound comforting and insulting at the same time?â
âBecause itâs both.â
With his lower lip protruding, Satoru hugs you again from behind, his chin settled on the top of your head this time. This is why he claims to be all stressed out whenever youâre away. Heâs so keen on physical touch that he canât bear even a few inches of distance between you when youâre around. He reaches up to open the counter, grabbing a jar filled with cocoa powder. His chest is pressing against your spine, his other arm never leaving your waist. âI think we run out of sugar,â he says. âWanna drop by the mart after work? Iâm gonna have meetings all day today, but I can ditch the dinner party.â
âYouâre not coming?â
âHell no. Suguruâs hosting. He makes the worst parties.â
âIsnât he the guy whoâs rumored to be in love with you? I heard about it from Shoko.â
âYeah,â Satoru snickers, very childishly. âI was the one who started the rumor by putting a note on his desk that said âI wish one day youâll look at me the way you look at your wife. Your silver hair and pretty blue eyes have captivated me from the moment I laid my eyes on you. I dream of tasting your soft lips every night.â It was so easy to copy his handwriting, I just couldnât help it. Yuki found out about it and she started gossiping and by the end of the day, everyone knew. I took the note away before he noticed. Suguru never found out I did that, didnât even know what was going on. He was so confused when people tried to cheer him up. I saw Choso giving him a pat on his shoulder, saying âWe all love you for who you are, never change.â And Suguru was like, âUuuh, thanks, but I donât want to be a salesman forever.â And so both of them were confused.â
Your mouth twists into a grimace. âYou are evil.â
âI prefer the term genius,â he corrects you, seemingly proud of his deed.Â
âAlso, soft lips?â
âArenât they?â He seductively raises an eyebrow. To be fair, yes, they are. Even on the coldest night, theyâre still as soft as a butterflyâs wing. He has claimed many times that he only used a lip balm if necessary but you donât buy it. There must be witchcraft involved. He puckers his lips, ready to kiss you and make you experience the thick jealousy you have of his pretty mouthâbecause, really, all these lip balms you have and your lips are still chapped during winter. You dodge, pushing your palm against his face instead. The big puppy that he is, he licks it.
âI think Iâll be out of the office around seven today,â he informs as you scrunch up your nose in disgust, wiping his saliva away.
âOkay. Pick me up first?â
âLike you need to ask,â Satoru smiles, granting a cute kiss on your forehead. He dabs his thumb on the corner of your lips, rubbing off a little bit of sugar from the leftover doughnut that you enjoyed with your coffee. He cleans it off his digit with his tongue, randomly ruffling your hair as he makes his way to the living room.Â
âOh, wait, almost forgot,â he says, retracing his steps.
âHmm?â
Satoru snatches a jar from the counterâthe one that you just used, filled with creamâand puts it in the highest drawer, the closest one to the ceiling. âJust a little payback,â he sniggers. âFor giving me blue balls this morning.â
With him being 193 cm tall, he simply needs to stand on his toes for a little bit to reach it, but you? âI think youâre gonna need a ladder.â His teeth flash in an irritating grin. âEnjoy your creamless coffee for the next few weeks, SweetcheeksâOUCHâBABY, THATâS MY KNEE!â
âGrab the jar.â
âFine.â He retrieves it with a grumble, handing it back to you. âBut Iâm reporting you for domestic abuse.â
You raise your wrist, showing the actual bruises he left on your skin. âIâll see you at court then.â
âBabeeeeeee~â
***
07.21 AM
âSatoru.â
Your dear husband has been lying down on the couch for the past ten minutes, a head of velvety hairâwhich somehow still smells pleasantly like your favorite shampooâresting on your lap. With a pair of round glasses perched on his nose, he turns deaf ears to everything thatâs going on, focusing on nothing but moving his thumbs to win the next round of Momotetsu. As his eyebrows wrinkle in deep concentration, Satoru punches the buttons on his Nintendo Switch, glaring at the screen and swearing under his breath.
âSatoru.â
âWait, babe, I just need to choose this card andâNOOOOOOOO!â He launches himself forward, sitting up with his mouth gaping, his eyes shaking in horror. âDid I justâyep, lost a million yen. Fuck this game. A Martha card?! A fucking Martha card?! Oh, Iâm gonnaââ He slams his console against the cushion. Repeatedly. Heâs 29, and he throws a bigger tantrum than Megumiâs three-year-old son.Â
âWatch your blood pressure, Honey.â
âWho even invented this game?! Stupid as shit. Babe, do me a favor and donât ever let me playââ His phone rings before he can finish. Throwing one glance at his screen, Satoru mutters, âOh, great. Here we go.â
The name Dumbass Monk is written on his phone. You wonder who it is.
Satoru answers through gritted teeth. âFuck you, Suguru.â
Ah, yes, of course.
âNo, how the fuck should I know that the card was gonna choose me?!â he barks, his voice bouncing off the walls. âI wanted it to choose youâoh fuck off, asshole, youâre broke as hell, you smell like wet socks, and your wife hates you. Wait, what was that?â He suddenly switches his voice, doing his best impersonation of a nosy old lady talking about the latest gossip. âYou donât have a wife? Not even a girlfriend?â He maniacally cackles. âI donât know, man, I donât think Iâm the loser here. Unlike you, Iâve got a super hot wife who loves me unconditionally.âÂ
You flip a page of the book you have sitting on your lap. âOnly âcause youâre rich.â
âAndââ Satoru continues yapping on his phone but he makes sure to poke you on your side for your unnecessary comment. âSheâs not just hot. Sheâs a complete package. She smells like daffodils, she makes me breakfast every morning and she looks so fucking gorgeous when she fucksââ
You slap a pillow against his head.
ââfeeds me cookies,â Satoru finishes lamely, wincing, one hand raised in the air as a form of surrender before he takes another hit. âNo, Iâm not gonna pay you, idiot, you won purely by luck!â He then gasps, his jaw dropping low. âDid you just call me a monkey? Oh, thatâs itââÂ
Satoru is on his feet, shouting, growling, fingers jabbing and clenching as his mouth runs wild. You can somewhat hear the other manâs voice, giving you enough idea of what theyâre arguing about although you canât make out every word. Suguruâs tone is always soft and melodious when he speaks, but his insults are truly on another level. Chuckling to yourself at the strings of expletives that tumble out of their mouths, you watch your husband yell until blood pools on his face, âFine! Donât come crying to me when you have erectile dysfunction, which, based on all the non-existent sex youâve been having, I know you will! Good day!â Suguru is still calling him names when Satoru ends the call with, âI SAID GOOD DAY!â Â
You flip another page of the novel you've been tryingâand failing due to someoneâs endless shoutingâto immerse yourself in. âSeems like you two are close.â
âOh, he can die, I donât care.â Angrily, he tosses his device away, landing his head back on your lap with the loudest groan he can muster. âWhatever. Iâm still a better player than he is.â
âOf course, you are, honey,â you respond, your hand naturally falls back to his hair, caressing it like youâre stroking a catâs fur.Â
It only takes a few seconds before your husband stops shaking in vexation, even looking a bit sleepy from your comforting touches. âWere you talking to me before?â
âMm. Thereâs something I wanted to ask you.â Placing a bookmark in between the pages, you close your book and set it down on the coffee table next to you. âAbout before, when you told me about your co-workers. How did you know that theyâve been thinking about you that way?â
He blinks, not expecting you to return to your previous conversation. âAaaw, honey, are you worried about me?â From wishing someone to suffer crucially from impotence to wiggling in joy like a thirteen-year-old girl at the slightest sign of affection, your husband really does have an emotional range of a teaspoon.
âOf course, I do. Youâre my husband.â
His mouth curves upside-down, his eyes glimmering, âBabeee, thatâs so sweeeet.â
Though you're not so sure why heâs so happy when you just stated a fact, you let him be. âSo what happened?â
âI heard them chatting when I passed by the smoking room one afternoon. I donât smokeâyou know I quit a long time agoâso I didnât know they were ganging up on me and talking shit about me behind my back. Isnât it gross for a bunch of thirty-year-old men to gossip?â His face scrunches up in disgust. He, the same man who spent two hours on the phone talking to the Dumbass Monk about the recently hired secretary, Maki Zenin (whoâs apparently so strict and vicious that, in Satoruâs words, âAlmost made me cry in fear when I arrived late at my lunch meeting last week.â), actually had the audacity to ask that question.
"What did they say?â You ask him.
âThey said if it wasnât because of my family name, I wouldâve never gotten promoted to C-level.â
âBut thatâs not true!âYou catch him off guard with your sudden fervor after spending the last conversation acting so dull. âIâve seen how much you worked for this! Satoru, you earned that position fair and square!â Your husband might act frivolous almost every hour of the day, but there were times that he missed his sleep trying to come up with a new marketing strategy to promote their upcoming products. There were hours spent with him taking one conference call after another with his clients, even at two in the morning from the comfort of your living room due to the difference in their time zones. Heâs the CEOâs son, true, but he worked just as hard, if not more, as everyone else in the company.
The more it sinks into your brain, the more irked you become. âWho said this?â You snap. âHuh? Who talked shit about you behind your back? I want names.â
Satoru lets out a chuckle, his eyes thinning into a line. Itâs been a while since he last saw you being this protective of him. It reminds him of the old days in high school when you, despite acknowledging yourself as being his archenemy, were always quick to defend him when someone threw shade at him. âHoney, relaxââ
âWas it Naoya? Or was it Toji? It was Toji, wasnât it? Oh, that bitchââ
âIt wasnât Toji,â Satoru says, holding you by the hand in a futile attempt to calm you down. âThough you could still punch him if you want.â
âWhy, did he do something to you?â
âI just hate his face.â
Thatâs very Satoru behavior of him that you donât even bother to comment. âNobody talks shit about my husband. If they think you get things done easy for you, itâs because youâre so smart, you make things look easy.â
He sits up, turning around to face you with warm, round eyes. âYou think Iâm smart?â
âAre you kidding me? Youâre the smartest man I know.â You give him a light punch on his chest. âIf I were your dad, I wouldâve still given you that promotion, regardless of our relationship. Youâre just that good at your job.â
âThatâsâŠâ He swallows. âThis is the first time youâve complimented me like this.â Itâs a surprise to him, a very pleasant one, causing contentment to fill his heart.
You feel awful once you notice that even though you constantly thought of him this way, you never spoke your appreciation out loud. âSatoru, Iâve always admired you.â You rest your fingers on his knuckles, apologizing. âI know you complain about having to wake up early to go to work every morning, but despite your flippant attitude, you bear a deep sense of responsibility. You always manage to surpass peopleâs expectationsâsurpass mine and I already thought highly of you.â You give him a squeeze, smiling more with your eyes than your lips. âYou make me proud. Every day you make me proud.âÂ
Satoru mirrors your expression, a soft blush painting his cheeks as his joy engulfs him whole. He wraps his arms around you, sinking his nose in your hair as he pulls you close. âYouâre not throwing compliments at me just to cheer me up, are you?â He whispers and itâs only during times like this that he lets his vulnerability show. Satoru always shines like the brightest star, his eyes brimming with confidence, but thereâs still a part of himâpart that he conceals from everyone else except youâthat needs to be consoled. Heâs still a little boy who wishes for a gentle pat on the head and you always give the warmest one.
âIâm not complimenting you, Iâm telling the truth. But yes, I am trying to cheer you up.â You return his embrace, your hand sliding up and down his back. âI wouldnât have said this if you were okay âcause I know itâs gonna boost up your ego even more. Youâre already annoying the way you are, soâŠâ
He titters. âCan we stick to you being nice to me?â
You echo the noises he made, returning the space between you just wide enough to kiss his cheek. You cup his face with your fingers, your thumb caressing his cheekbone. âIâm sorry people said mean stuff about you⊠Are you okay?â
âI am now.â His smile is softer than the clouds. He leans close, cutely nuzzles the tip of his nose against yours. âThis is why I need you in my life. You act aloof around me but you always think about me more than you think about yourself. You pretend to be ignorant, but you never fail to notice all these efforts I made. You care about me more than anyone else.â
Watching him put your feelings into words makes you feel flustered but you don't deny it. Not when he speaks only the truth. âI can also kick everyoneâs butt for you.â
âAs someone who has witnessed your heroic tales in high school, yes, you can, one hundred percent.â You feel his smile forming on your skin as he kisses your temple. âBut just having you around me right now is enough. And itâs fine. I donât care what anyone else thinks about me, at least not anymore. As long as youâre proud of me.â
âI am,â you say without missing a beat. âIâm proud of you, Toru.â
He takes away your hand thatâs been warming his face, kissing your wrist while he maintains eye contact with you. âThatâs all that matters to me.â
Your stomach swirls at the intensity of his gaze, his voiceâjust above a whisperâbears the same kind of tenderness and affection he portrayed on the day he asked you to marry him. His lips rub against your veins, the softest kiss against the softest skin. Your hand seems tiny in his grip but itâs a perfect fit. Every part of you is when it comes to him.Â
âSo, uhhâŠâ You clear your throat. âWhat are you going to do now?â
âI guess Iâll just have to keep doing my best so I can prove them wrong.â His grin returns. âIâll make my wife feel even prouder of me.â
He replies to your little chuckles with a kiss, light but sweet. Despite your heart wanting more of his touch, of the heat of his lips against your own, you focus on the matter. âWhy have you never told me about this before?â
âBecause I never cared about it too much,â he replies with a shrug. âWork only feels overwhelming when youâre not around. When youâre with me, no matter how stressful my workplace is, Iâll feel at ease instantly.â He lays his forehead on your shoulder, rubbing his face against the fabric. âSo, donât leave me, okay? If I have to go out of town, Iâll have you hide inside my suitcase so I can carry you around.â
You chortle lightly. âAnd if I have to go?â
âWellâŠâ He pulls away, his eyes fixated on the shape of your lips as he caresses them with his thumb. He looks back at you, his fingertips resting on your nape, holding you still. You find your breathing stalled as his own fanned your lips. âI guess Iâll just have to convince you to stay.â
And when he kisses you again, you know that he doesnât mean with his words.
***
07.34 AM
âBunny!â Satoru calls from the bathroom, his voice reverberating loudly through the hall. âBaby, come over here!â
Standing in your apron with your hands moving to fetch your chopped onions from your kitchen aisle, you try your best to focus on your cooking while answering him at the same time. âFor the last time, Satoru, Iâm not interested in taking a shower together with you!â You sprinkle some pepper into the dish, wiping your sweat away from your temple with the back of your hand. You take a glance at the digital clock nearby. âNot when we have to leave in an hour!â
âBut Iâll let you shape my hair!â
âNot interested!â
âIâll even let you give me a mohawk!â
âNot intereâoh shitââ Itâs a given, really, that youâd accidentally pour too much salt into your cream soup from all this diversion. Taking a deep breath, you start to glare at your ceiling as you chant donât get angry, donât get angry inside your head. This is the reason why you try to keep him off the kitchen floor as far away as possible whenever youâre making food but even when heâs meters away from you, he still manages to annoy you somehow.Â
âBabe, I couldnât hear you. Was that a yes?â
âNO!â
***
07.41 AM
âOooh~ Something smells good~â Satoru chirps, popping back into the living room with a toothy grin and a white towel wrapped around his hips. Itâs hanging low on his body, showcasing very distracting V-lines that you (secretly) adore. You look away. No good can come from staring at your husbandâs lean, perfectly shaped stomach at this time of the day.Â
But then you catch a glimpse of the scratch marks you left on his back from last night, your face aflame since you can barely remember how hard you dug your nails into his skin. Satoru always likes it when youâre not careful with himâjust like how you love it when heâs rough with youâbut were you really that⊠desperate to keep him close, clutching onto him like that?
You shake your thoughts away. âDry your hair properly,â you mutter, keeping your eyes on the plates youâre currently setting on the dining table. âI just mopped the floor.â
âOkay, Mom.â Dabbing a smaller towel against his hair, Satoru walks closer to your spot and pulls back a chair.
You eye him cautiously. âWhat are you doing?â
âTaking a seat, what do you think Iâm doing?â
âYouâre not gonna wear your clothes first?â
âDo I have to?â He takes a sip of your half-finished coffee, smacking his lips before he throws a naughty grin. âI mean, I fucked you right here last night. Surely you wonât mind eating breakfast with me only in my towel?â Before you can say a wordâand you have lots to sayâSatoru adds, âIâm just giving you a chance to ogle at my body as much as you want as you enjoy your food. I know youâre too embarrassed to ask, so youâre welcome. And if youâre willing to take a day off, I can be your dessert too.âÂ
You make a face. âGross.âÂ
âAnd yet, you donât deny the fact that youâre planning to stare.â Peering into your eyes, he places his chin on his hand, resting his elbow on the table. The haughty look he displays on his face is supposed to irritate you, but what it does is make your heart pound harder. âYouâve seen and touched these babies for years, and you still canât get enough? Babe, come on.â
âYou seriously calling your abs your babies?â
âYep.â He wiggles his eyebrows. âBut if you play nice, Iâll let you call themââ
âJust eat your breakfast.â
***
07.46 AM
âBabe?â
âWhat?â
âI have something to say but promise me you wonât kill me after I said it.â
âOkayâŠâ You look up from your plate, feeling a bit concerned. âWhat is it?â
Satoru has never looked this serious in his entire life (because face it, Satoru and the word serious donât really belong together now, do they?).Â
Taking hold of your hand, he gently squeezes it, providing the comfort that you might need.
âThis soup is salty as hell.â
***
07.58 AM
With the taste of salt still lingering thickly on his tongue (and a bump on his head, a masterpiece done by your fist), Satoru steps inside the bedroom with a yawn, his fingers scratching his undercut. He unwraps the towel from his waist, tossing it onto the sheets without care.
Your husband smiles the second he notices the way youâve prepared his clothes so neatly on the desk, all the way from his tie, his belt even down to his socks. His dress pants are ironed to a crisp seam, and his phone is fully charged (after being married to him for three years, youâve learned all of his little habits). Youâve selected a matching dark tie to go with his suit, one that he recalled was given to him as a gift during last yearâs anniversary. He loves it. He loves how you always buy the things he needs instead of what he wants, even when he, himself, didnât realize how essential they were. But what makes him the happiest is when he sees the way it makes you smile so warmly every time he wears it, like a painter landing a final stroke on her masterpiece. For someone who doesnât speak romantic words so often, your little gesture never fails to portray whatâs on your mind. You love him and it shows.Â
âIâm being spoiled, huh?â Satoru mumbles to himself, nothing but elation in his chest. He spots the little notes you left him on the same table, your handwriting scribbled on a piece of paper. âOoooh~ A love note?â
Dear husband, If you leave your wet towel on the bed again Iâll kill you.
âNot a love note.â Wincing, he immediately retrieves the towel from the bed, his mind playing a traumatic flashback of you scolding him about it for two hours straight (because suddenly it wasnât just about the wet towel, was it? The forgotten toilet seat. The countless jackets hanging on the coat rack because he kept grabbing a new one. The pile of hentai doujinshi piling up on the coffee table. All of them.)
With the thought of skipping todayâs work lingering in his head, Satoru forces himself to dress. As he turns around to face the mirror, he captures a brief look at the kiss marks blooming on his neck, ones that you painted on him last night. Theyâre faint because, unlike someone in this condo, you make sure to always be considerate of his appearance (though Satoru wishes you werenât), but even the lightest shade of red seems vibrant on his fair skin.Â
Although he acts nonchalant most of the time, your husband is quite the possessive type, so itâs a given that he likes the idea of having his marks on you. He gets a kick out of watching you struggle to hide the love bites he left on your neck, even more so when someone notices it. But, of course, nothing beats the feeling of having your marks on him. If you allowed him to, he wouldâve worn every bite and bruise like a medal. Proudly. Contentedly. The same way he exhibited every present youâve given him. Satoru just loves the idea of having a wifeâof having you as his wifeâand he would showcase that to the world in every second of his life if he could.Â
He traces the bruises with his fingertips, drowning himself in the thoughts of you gasping against his ear, your teeth grinding against his neck as he pushed your knees further against your stomach with every thrust of his hips. He wasnât lying when he said you looked absolutely gorgeous during sex. The way you parted your lips. The way your eyebrows stitched together in pleasure. The little noises you made when you breathed out his name as you bounced on his lapâ
Satoru looks down. There it is again, the ache between his legs. Funny how youâre already so distracting even without doing anythingâor being in the same room for that matter. Sighing, he grouses, âGuess sheâs right. No signs of erectile dysfunction.â Willing his indecent thoughts to go away, he tucks his hands into the sleeves, buttoning up his shirt before he circles his tie around his neck.
âSatoru!â He hears your voice resonating from the bathroom. âToru, can you come here for a sec? I need your help!â
âOh, now sheâs calling me to have sex with her.â He rolls his eyes. âAfter I finish taking a shower. So much for playing hard to get,â he scoffs. Itâs ironic that he says this because right now heâs the one whoâsacting that way. With giddy hands, he unfastens his tie, rushing to take off his pants again and almost tripping on his way out. He dashes toward the bathroom, opening the door while he strives to keep his excitement in check.
âWHOA!â You yelp in surprise, your body nude and drenched, hiding behind the door with only your head peeking out. âWhy are you naked?!â
He frowns, confused. âCause weâre about to have sex?â
Now youâre confused. âUhh, no?â
âWhy did you call me then?â
âI forgot my towel.â
âYouâre asking me to get you your towel?â He sounds so appalled as if that thought never occurred to him when itâs supposed to be the first thing that should pop out in his head. Before you can respond, however, his mind, delusional as always, answers the question for him. âOh, I see,â he smirks. âYouâre using codes.â
âWhat?â
ââI forgot my towelââisnât that, like, our code for âletâs have sex in the shower?ââ
âSatoru.â You hold yourself back from ripping the silver strands out of his head. Heâs testing your patience. Again. âWe don't have any secret code.â
âWe donât?â
âNope.â
âOhâŠâ It almost feels a bit cartoonish the way his shoulders sag upon hearing your words. There he is, a 29-year-old male standing in front of you in all his naked glory, saddened to his core over the fact of not having a cipher for sex. Well, for three seconds anyway. âSo⊠You wanna make this our secret code, effective immediately, orââ
âGet the damn towel.â
With a stomp, Satoru leaves the bathroom only to return with your towel in one hand and his eyes squinting in a glare. Being the brat that he is, instead of handing it directly to you, he lets the thick cloth fall to the floor just a few inches away from where youâre standing.Â
âOh, youâre so annoying.â
âIsnât that your secret code for saying you love me?â
You throw a jab to his stomach.
***
08.24 AM
Pushing your hair out of your coat, you call out your husbandâs name. You examine your appearance one more time in the mirror, tidying your strands until they frame your face perfectly. The condo is fairly clean. Your stomach is full though you canât seem to wash away the saltiness of your soup just yet. Youâre only seven minutes late from your original plan, which isnât bad. Youâre all set.Â
âToru, youâre ready to go?â
Your husband is still yawning when he meets you in the foyer, carrying his handbag with his shoulders sagging forward. Heâs dressed sharply in a white button-up shirt, combined with a black suit that accentuates the broadness of his shoulders. He looks handsome. He always does.
âWell, well, well, hello, Mr. CMO,â you snicker, pulling him by the tie while seductively batting your eyelashes at him. âDo you have time to spare? I would like to have a private meeting with you.â
Heâs so tired, he doesnât have the strength to keep up with your flirting, which says something since itâs usually the other way around. He spreads his arms wide open, his pout turning more prominent by the second. âCome here.â
âWhat?â
âI need my twenty-second hug.â
So, apparently, Satoru believes in this theory he found recently on the internet that said when you hug someone for, at least, twenty seconds, your body begins secreting the hormone oxytocin which is known to boost the immune system and reduce stress. He said that but you know that heâs just doing it so he can squeeze your ass, and thatâs a fact, not a theory.
âFine, but donât grope my ass.â
âAs long as you donât grope mine.â
âI literally never did that.â You bury your face in his chest, tangling your arm around his waist. Satoruâs warmth is really one of a kind, or maybe heâs just as warm as a normal human being and youâre just too intoxicated by his scent that you stop making sense. No matter what the reason is, itâs comforting to be in his arms and if he doesnât make a big deal out of it every time (acting like youâre the one who desperately wants to embrace him), youâd probably spend hours of your day just hugging him like this.
He buries his nose in your strands. âYour hair smells different.â
âI used your shampoo.â
âYeah? Thatâs hot.â
You close your eyes, basking in his warmth and enjoying the smell of his perfume. Heâs wearing a different brand today, just for a change, and although itâs not as sweet as his other one, this somehow feels much more comforting. Soft and fresh, reminding you less of summer and more of spring this time. âYou smell different.â
âI used your perfume. And your bra.â
Youâre not sure if youâre laughing over his terrible joke or his deadpan delivery, maybe a bit of both. Nuzzling your face against his chest, you titter, âYeah? Thatâs hot.âÂ
And heâs not sure if heâs smiling over your reply or the way you just sounded so cute giggling like thatâno, definitely both. He tightens his arms around your shoulders, squeezing your body against him until you start pounding your fist against his chest, begging for a time-out before he steals all the air in your lungs. âI think we should just skip work today,â he mutters as he releases you. âWe can watch a wildlife documentary and count on how many times Benedict Cumberbatch mispronounced the word âPenguinâ as âPengwings.ââ
âThat sounds productive. If you want Maki to kill you.â
He shudders in fear, pulling you back to him. âJust for that, Iâm gonna need another twenty.â
Though you feel the urge the roll your eyes, you let him tug you back into his arms and rest his chin on your head. After all, heâs your personal teddy bear. You can spend your eternity just sinking into his embrace like this.
âSatoru?â
âHmm?â
âYour hands are on my ass.â
âYeah, but Iâm not groping them.â
âYou are now.â
âWell now that you mentioned it, I just have to, donât I?â
You break away, giving a playful slap on the chest. âEnough, weâre running late.â
âWhere do you find the energy to go to work every morning?â He asks with weariness in his eyes. âI am this close to throwing myself back to the bed.â
Funny how literally an hour ago, he promised you that heâd work harder to make you feel even prouder of him. âWell, I guess, it all started when I turned into a fully grown woman.â You smiled at him, fixing his tie before you dealt with his collar. He might be the youngest person to enter C-level in his company, but he still dresses as clumsily as a five-year-old if it wasnât for you to keep his appearance in check all the time.
âIâm a fully grown man too and I still wish I could lay around all day,â he sulks.
âYouâre a man-child.â Tugging on his tie, you pull him down until your lips meet his in a chaste kiss. âBut I love you. Body, mind, and soul.â You beam at him with your widest grin. âHowâs that for your energy booster, Gojo-san?â
To your surprise, Satoru answers you by tossing his handbag to the side and dipping his head down once more to re-attach your lips together. He kisses you with the same fervor he had last night, tongue sneaking inside to taste the minty scent of your toothpaste. You gasp against his mouth, fingers fisting the fabric of his suit as you struggle to maintain your balance. Canât help but take a couple of steps back from how hard heâs kissing you, you stop only when your spine meets the wall. âSatoruââ You attempt to push him away by placing your hand on his chest but he clamps his fingers around your wrist, bringing it over your head.
With his body pressed against yours, you wonder if he can feel your palpitating heartbeat beating against his own. Thereâs no stopping him when he gets this aggressive with his kiss and itâs not like you can find any willpower within you to stop him. Fortunately for you, he breaks away, wetting his bottom lip once as his eyes still glaze over your bruised ones.
âSpirits lifted,â he smiles against your lips, sending blood to pool in your cheeks. âThanks, babe.â
When he lets you go, you find it almost impossible to stay composed. Three years⊠Three damn years youâve been married to him and he still knows how to make your knees buckle with a single kiss.
âBabe?â
You push yourself away from the wall, your fingers tangled in your hair when you try to fix it. âW-what?â
Putting on his sunglasses, he casts a smirk, âYou might want to fix your lipstick.â
âOh, I hate you.â
He pecks your cheek. âI love you too, baby girl.â
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08.32 AM
Despite you being the better driverâbetter as in Iâm not gonna try and bribe an officer with a brand new iPhone whenever I get pulled over or threaten him with my family name when things donât work out my wayâSatoru always insists on having his hands on the steering wheel every time youâre with him. âA gentleman wouldnât let his lady drive, especially when she looks this pretty in that skirt,â he always says, and yes, maybe this is his gentleman sidetalkingâeven when the said gentleman had put on the same skirt and caressed his own butt in front of the mirror a few days back. But honestly? You know this is just a part of his master plan to control the music playlist for the next ten to fifteen minutes.
âWeâre not listening to Hatsune Miku again,â you say, putting on your seatbelt.Â
âOh, we totally are,â Satoru cackles, his fingers sliding up and down the touchscreen. He has seventeen different playlists consisting of more than a hundred songs in total, all taken from his favorite albums. Which is not much, really, considering Hatsune Miku is featured in around two thousand songs by now (a fact that you, honest to God, donât care but he keeps reminding you of).
âSatoru, if you play one more Hatsune Miku song, I swear I won't put out tonight.â
âWell, if I have to listen to cookbook againââ
âJungkook.â
âIf I have to listen to cookbook one more time then I wonât put out tonight.â
âThat's fine with me,â you shrug.
âFuck,â he clicks his tongue, desperately jumping to the next option. âOkay, uhh⊠Oh, I know! Youâre not getting my credit card ever again.â
You have one finger hovering above the screen. âSo which Hatsune album are we listening to today?â
He sends you a dead stare. âDo you only love me for my money?â
âOh, honeyâŠâ You rest your palm gently on his face, cupping and stroking his cheek. âOf course, I do.â You give him a tap that goes a little too hard than you intended but then again, he kind of deserves it. âNow, drive.âÂ
Satoru doesnât even have the energy to come up with a retort. Exhaling in defeat, he kicks in the gear while you, with your face crumpled in repulsion, try to pick the least insufferable Hatsune Miku song. Unfortunately for you, Satoru catches a title that steals his attention.
âOOOH go back, go back! I want to listen to that one!â
You sigh, selecting his song choice. âItâs too early to listen toââ Beaming with joy and oblivious to the hatred you have for that one song, Satoru sweeps in and cranks up the volume until you feel your ears ringing from the inside.Â
âOh my Godââ You flinch. If his loud nagging didnât bust your eardrum, this definitely will. âDoes it have to be this loud?!â
âOf course, my goddess is singing!â He shouts, grinning from ear to ear. He starts singing along, just as loudly, if not more. At this point, you swear there are people jogging on the sidetracks looking at your car with their faces contorting into frowns.Â
 âIâm the number one princess in the world, so that's how you'll treat me,â he sings, slamming his hands against the wheel, head bobbing to the beat. âOh my God, this is the soundtrack of my life!â
Still scowling, you have no choice but to listen further to the lyrics.
It's not like I'm acting selfish, I'm not asking for much I just want you to think from the bottom of your heart that I'm adorable I'm the number one princess in the world Notice me! Hey! Heeey! Keeping me waiting is out of the question Just who do you think I am? Whatever, I think I could go for some dessert! Yes, right now!
You grimace. âIt really is.â
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AN: Thank you so much for reading! I'm so sorry for the amount of cringe that you had to suffer through while you were reading this đ
#gojo fluff#gojo smut#gojo satoru x reader#satoru gojo x reader#gojo x reader#satoru x reader#satoru smut#satoru fluff#jjk x reader#gojo satoru smut#gojo satoru fluff#gojo satoru#satoru gojo#jjk smut#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen fluff#fics.24hourswithyou
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It's summertime! What better way to spend a night with your f/o's than on a cute date? :) I recently hit 1.5k a few weeks back and wanted to do another fun event to celebrate. âĄ
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All you need to do is send me an ask with the following:
â your f/o's name & your ship name (if you have one!) â what's your favorite kind of date? (going out vs. staying in) â list some of your favorite hobbies that you & your f/o enjoy (together or separate) â any little quirks you'd like to add & tell me about your ship (you both like candy, you have wine nights, make homemade pizzas, etc.) â add any other details you'd like for me to know!
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â kajo âą playlists, movies & late night concert â salt & pepper âą bookstores, sweets shops & baking â katsurei âą matsuri â sakurei âą konbini snacks & arcade hopping â bakubun âą morning hike, town stroll & homemade dinner â kitten x akaza âą shopping spree, afternoon naps & midnight drives â leito âą coffee cafes, bookstore, cat sitting & pasta for two â suginana âą picnics, shelter visit & spa day â amoro âą beach day â nanakaye âą brunch, crafting & dancing the night away â 2jin âą city adventures & drive in movie under the stars â kailnemi âą amusement park thrills & prizes
â This event will be open until 07/26/24!
ă all work belongs to @peachsukii. please do not steal, plagiarize, modify, or repost any of my content. âĄÂ ă
#â.events; date night#reis date night celebration#selfship positivity#selfship moodboard#selfship games#blog games#selfship moodboards#aesthetic moodboards
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Spooky Nights In
âDid you make sure we have everything?â You asked Jack as the two of you made your way out of Target.
âWe got everything babe Iâm pretty sure we bought them out of everything Halloween themed.â He laughed as he started loading up the car with all your decorations.
Usally on Halloween the two of you would go out and just have fun with your friends but this year you decided to spend Halloween indoors.
You saw this trend going around where usually a group of girls had a âspooky night inâ which is when theyâd decorate pumpkins, make cookies and bake pizzas that were the shape of a ghost or a pumpkin.
You bought some candy and all the other many essentials youâd need for the night, along with matching pajamas.
When you got back home the two of you did a quick little shower and tossed on your Halloween themed pajamas you had got from Target.
They were orange and had bats all over them.
âWhat are we doing first babe?â Jack asked and placed all the candy and everything else onto the table.
âYou wanna make the drinks? And Iâll start on the pizza dough?â He smiled and nodded.
Jack wasnât a drinker so you got some apple cider to drink. He poured some in two wine glasses and got the spider gummies and placed two in your drink and two in his drink.
âHere babe.â He handed you your drink. âWow you actually did really good.â He rolled his eyes. âIâm not dumb babe.â You stiffed a laugh.
âIf you say so.â He rolled his eyes. âWhatever, letâs see how you do at making the pizza.â
Making a ghost shaped pizza seemed easier on the video you watched online but having to actually make it made it ten times harder.
You stuck your tongue out a bit as if that was going to help you concentrate a bit more, Jack watched with amusement as you rolled the dough and started to attempt to shape it into a ghost.
After a few failed attempts you finally managed to get your pizza to look like a ghost.
âWow you actually did it, it only took you about what? 4-5 tries.â Jack joked and you huffed and placed the pizza in the oven for 20 minutes for it to bake.
âYouâre such a hater thatâs why Iâm going to win at this pumpkin decorating contest.â
Instead of carving the pumpkins you decided to paint the outside, it was less of a mess.
âYou wish babe you know Iâm the best at everything and anything.â He stated with a smile.
âWeâll see about that Harlow.â You set a timer for 15 minutes once the timer was up you both would decide who was the winner.
You peaked over at Jack and noticed he was using a lot of blue and red on his pumpkin.
âWhat are you painting?â He glanced up at you and turned his pumpkin a bit to the side so you wouldnât be able to see anything.
âWhy do you wanna know? You trynna copy me now?â
âNo, I just wanna get an idea.â He shook his head.
âI donât think so babe youâll have to wait till Iâm finished.â
Once the timer finishe you flipped your pumpkin around as did Jack and your mouth flew open upon seeing his. âWhere did you learn to paint?â
Jack had painted the ghost face killer from scream onto his pumpkin and you on the other hand well maybe it was a good thing you played it safe with your polka dot pumpkin.
âMy mom, who taught you how to paint? A five year old.â He snorted and you glared. âYouâre lucky Iâm trying to be nice today or else.â
He raised his brow. âOr else what? Youâre out here threatening me now?â
âIâd throw all this paint at you, and itâs not a threat itâs a promise.â He chuckled.
âOh really? Let me see you do it then.â You smirked. âDonât tempt me Jack.â He raised his hands.
âIâm not tempting I wanna see you do it, you talk a lot of shit babe I wanna see if you can actually match your words.â
Without any hesitation you picked up the mini bottles of paint and started squeezing them which resulted in the paint going all over his shirt.
âOops looks like I made a mess.â You stated sarcastically. âI guess Iâll have to do the same.â Jack said and before you knew it he was throwing chips and popcorn at you.
âJack stop it!â You laughed and tried dodging all the food. âYou started it baby so ima finish it.â He laughed and chased you around the house with a can of whipped cream and spray cheese.
âJack stop it Iâm sorry!â He grinned. âSay Iâm the best boyfriend in the world and youâll stop.â You snorted. âYouâre so cringe Iâm not saying that.â
âI guess Iâm not stopping.â He continued to spray some whipped cream. âOkay, okay! Youâre the best boyfriend in the whole entire world.â You giggled and he smiled in satisfaction.
âDamn we made a mess.â You looked around the house seeing it looked like world war 3 happened at your house.
âAnd I think the pizza burnt.â You sniffed the air and sighed at the smell of burning dough.
âWanna just order in?â You nodded. âSounds good and after you order it we can shower and clean up.â
Once Jack finished ordering the pizza the two of you cleaned up and showered once again.
After the two of you ate you both laid on the couch together and scrolled through all of the Halloween movies before settling on Halloween Town.
âYou know I actually had fun today babe.â Jack told you as you leaned into his touch.
âMe too I love spending time with you.â You told him and leaned your head back a bit and he leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips.
âI love you babe.â
âI love you too Jack, Happy Halloween big head.â He snorted. âHappy Halloween babe.â
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jackharlow Halloween time with my boo đŠđ€
lilnasx oh gosh you two are so cute đ„č
druski damn way to make me feel fucking single
lilnasx @druski2funny FELT đ
chloebailey I need a man đ«
ellamai so cute! đ„č
brysontiller cutest couple man
(I really didnât like this I couldnât think of any Halloween fics to save my life đ but I hope you guys still like it)
#jack harlow#jack harlow concepts#jack harlow imagine#jack harlow x reader#jack harlow x y/n#jack harlow x you
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đ©·đż Finnie's 2k Follower Event đżđ
đ©·đđ©· EVENT NOW CLOSED đ©·đđ©· hello and welcome to my silly little cinema đ©·đđ©·đ this time around i've got options for moodboards, mini playlists, character pairings, and as always, ficlets and headcanons!! as always my little beloveds, read my rules, & send your requests in (and include reader's gender/pronoun/genital info where needed!) i don't know how many requests i'll do (edit: i'll be doing 50 requests for this event, there are still plenty of spaces!!) and i'll try to avoid similar prompts!! (normal requests are still open just now but i won't be writing them or posting them until after the event) along with the drabbles and headcanons, i'll also do a little giveaway of sorts with some commissions, so anyone who asks off anon will be included into a little draw for a free 500 word commission, and i'll pick some winners just to express how much love i have for you all ;-;đ đminors dniđ âą masterlist âą kofi link âą tag: finnie2k (to follow or to block)
hi welcome to the cinema!! are you ready to purchase your tickets?
i'll let my date decide [tell me a bit about yourself for a character pairing!]
yes!! [please scroll for options and prompts!]
if you're not here for a date, please choose from the options below and let me know which character you want!! (pick literally any character from my "will write" list! 1 for x reader, 2 for ships)
no more requests for btaa!scarecrow or zero year!riddler, please! their egos will explode lmao
where would you like to be seated? (pick 1 option)
right in the middle [movie soundtrack - mini playlist based on the character]
aisle seat [movie poster - i'll make a little moodboard based on the character]
front rows [short fic/drabble - scroll for the next options!]
back rows [headcanons/short form - scroll for the next options!]
which genre of movie would you like to see? (pick 1)
science-fiction [smut/pwp]
horror [dead dove/something dark]
action [hurt/comfort - physical]
drama [hurt/comfort - emotional]
romantic comedy [tooth rotting fluff]
thriller [angst]
and what would you like in your snack box? (pick up to 3, also yeah whatever my theatre serves fries and burgers!!)
đ„€ soda [praise kink]
đ§ bubble tea [posessiveness]
đ§ fruit juice [touch starved, tensing up when shown affection]
đč cocktail [acts of care]
đ· wine [confessing feelings]
đș beer ["i didn't mean it... it was an accident"]
đ pizza slice [dry humping]
đ slider [begging]
đ hotdog ["they'd/you'd never feel that way about me"]
đ¶ïž nachos [comforting through a breakup while pining]
đ fries [pet play]
đ„ jerky [oral sex/rimming]
đż sweet popcorn [sex as a tension release]
đ§ salted popcorn [watching a movie together]
đ§ butter popcorn ["look at you, you're dripping all over yourself"]
đ§ cheese popcorn [rough sex]
đ„š pretzel [roleplaying]
đ© donut ["i think i love you"]
đȘ chocolate cookie [biting/licking/sucking]
đ rainbow cookie [clumsy first kisses]
đ§ cupcake [cnc/noncon/dubcon]
đ fruit cup ["you're going to ruin me"]
đ« chocolate bar [voyeurism]
đŹ candy ["keep your eyes open, i want you to look at me"]
đ lollipop [choking]
đ§ frozen yoghurt [blushing in front of your crush, who finds it cute]
đš sundae [blind date]
đŠ vanilla ice cream ["that feels nice... it feels right"]
đ banana ice cream [sitting in their lap]
đ peach ice cream [spanking/impact play]
đ cherry ice cream [a kiss, then a slap, then a returned kiss]
đ strawberry ice cream ["your hands are so soft"]
đ° trail mix [facefucking/face riding]
đ„ peanuts ["you're doing such a good job"]
đ§
grilled onions ["i want to smell myself on you"]
đ„ pickles [humiliation/degradation]
đ„Ź slaw [memorising the scars/marks on their body]
đŽ ketchup ["you said you'd never be caught dead doing something like this"]
đĄ mustard [piss]
đą ranch [feeling safe enough to fall asleep in each others' arms]
đ„ sour cream [cockwarming]
đ„ mayo ["let me show you"]
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Red Wine Supernova
First Wanda x Fem!R fic ever from me. Inspired by Red Wine Supernova. If you havenât listened to this song, DO IT NOW!!!!
Summary: Wanda doesnât have time for friends or fun... until you come along.
A/N: Fluff, set after Age of Ultron with canon divergence.Â
I'm in the hallway waitin' for ya
Mini skirt and my go-go boots (uh-huh)
I just want you to make a move
So slow down, sit down, it's new
Red appears between her fingers. Wanda throws around the small ball of energy, her eyes reflecting the beams.Â
This one is small, barely fitting between her fingers. But what if it was bigger? What if she was angry? Or sad?Â
What then?
A plate is set down in front of her and she looks up, red dissipating. You smile reassuringly.
âIt looks like you could use some pieâ
âI--â
âDonât worry, I signed an NDA. I canât talk about anything I see or hearâ you wink, going back behind the bar.
Even Earthâs mightiest heroes need someone to make decent coffee.
The Compoundâs cafeteria is practically deserted, but Wanda still hesitates to pick up her plate and sit closer to you on a stool.Â
âHiâ you greet again, and this time she smiles.
âThank you for the pieâÂ
âOf course. Everything ok?â
Wanda shrugs her shoulders.
âI just donât know what to do with all of this⊠is it power? Is it magic? I canât understand it. And no one else knows eitherâ
âNot knowing can be scary,â you agree, leaning down against the counter.
âI donât like itâ
âNot knowing, or magic? Because I was really hoping I could cheer you up with a magic trickâÂ
âRabbit in a hat?â you show her a coin and she nods. âIâm all eyesâ
âNow you see itâŠâ you say, closing your fist with the coin in your hand. Next time you open it, itâs gone. âWhere do you think it is?â
âLetâs seeâŠâ she inspects you, and you try not to squirm under her stare. âHereâ she takes your left hand and opens it, only to find it empty.
âStrike oneâ you say, trying not to blush when sheâs still holding your hand. Wanda looks under her plate. âStrike two⊠and threeâ you say when she checks her hoodieâs pockets. âAnd now, the big revealâ.
You lean forward, placing a strand of hair behind her ear. Your fingertips trace her skin and Wanda giggles, until you show her the coin.
âIâm impressedâÂ
âNo, youâre not, you knew where it was the whole timeâÂ
âI didâ she laughs, which makes you laugh as well.
--
Wanda becomes a regular, at least on the days youâre working. Apart from the Avengers, thereâs always new recruits from SHIELD, Maria or Director Fury stopping by. The one constant is Pietro, always coming at the end of the day to eat anything thatâs left over. You donât understand how he can be in shape when he eats like that.
So, when youâre not making coffee, youâre either studying while Wanda reads or youâre playing chess, something she enjoys greatly.Â
âAre you even trying?â she says at the third time she beats you.
âExcuse me, Beth Harmonâ
âWho?â
âYouâve never read The Queenâs Gambit?â
âNo. What?â she says when you keep staring.
âWhatâs your favorite movie?â you lean forward.
âI donât have oneâ
âNot even a rom com? Chick flick?â
âYouâre making up words nowâ Wanda rolls her eyes and pulls away, but you keep her in place, your hand on hers.
âNo, no. Just putting two and two togetherâ
âHope itâs not about the Avengers. You signed an NDA, Y/Nâ Natasha warns, coming out of literally nowhere.
âYes, Agent Romanoff. Your usual?â
The woman nods and you begin to make her caramel macchiato. Who knew the spy had a sweet tooth.
You hand it over in a dark cup, because she still has a reputation to keep.
âSay, would you like to attend movie night?â you ask Wanda, aware that Natashaâs still listening as she adds even more sugar to the beverage.
âWhatâs that?â
âMy friends and I do it once a week. Watch some classics, get popcorn and pizzaâ
âIâm not sure that SteveâŠâÂ
âThat is a great idea!â Natasha interrupts, her arm around Wanda. âYou should go out more. Make friendsâÂ
âReally?â Wanda looks at you and smiles. ïżœïżœOk, sounds goodâÂ
âAwesome, Iâll text you the address. Oh, Agent Romanoff?â you call as the woman walks away, smirking. âI saved you the last cupcakeâÂ
âPut it on Tonyâs tabâ she says, winking at both of you.
--
Thereâs a knock at the door and you open it, your friend Laura smiling while she holds two boxes of pizza.
âPizzaâs hereâ you announce, moving aside and taking the boxes.
âBitch, youâre supposed to say Lauraâs here. And sound ecstatic about itâ
âOh, look, Aprilâs here!â you ignore Laura, practically cheering as your other friend walks through the door.
âI hate you so muchâ Laura mumbles and you poke your tongue out.
âJust kidding, LaurieâÂ
âYeah, yeahâ
âWhoâs on their period?â April questions, eyeing the insane amount of snacks on the kitchen counter. âI donât have this on my calendarâÂ
âYou track all of our periods?â Laura says.
âOf course I do, itâs how I know when to forgive you for being bitchesâÂ
âNo oneâs on their periodâ your roommate and friend, Kate, finally walks to the living room, with a stupid smile. âY/N invited her crush to movie nightâ
April and Laura screech so loud, youâre afraid your neighbors will call the cops.
They begin to throw all kinds of questions at you (who is she, what does she do, where did you meet).
âEveryone shut it. Number one, she is not my crush. Number two, I bought all this candy because I donât know what she wants and I am being nice. And, last, if you are weird about this, I will never speak to you again. Understood?â
âOh my God, youâre wearing makeupâ April shouts.
âYouâre so gay for her,â Laura squeals.Â
Thereâs another knock at the door and the four of you turn to look, frozen in your spots.
âGo open it, you useless lesbianâ Kate pushes you and you glare at her, before pulling it open.
Wanda meets your eyes and smiles, leaving you breathless. Sheâs out of her usual hoodies and dark clothes, wearing a flannel shirt and a pair of skin tight jeans.
âHiâ you greet, leaning against the door.
âHeyâ you stare and then she clears her throat. âAre you ever inviting me in orâŠ?â
âOh, yeah, sorry. Please come inâ you move aside and as Wanda enters, you glare at your friends, who are giggling at your awkwardness. âWanda, these are Laura, April and Kateâ
âNice to meet youâ Wanda waves at them and Lauraâs the first to step forward.
âCome here, Iâll give you the tour of the snack barâÂ
âWhat are you two plotting?â you say to Kate and April when you catch them whispering.
âNothingâ they both answer too fast for your liking.Â
Once Wanda is settled with a slice of pizza, you bring the snacks to the coffee table in front of the television.
April, Laura and Kate are quick to take over the couch.
âYou guys can take the loveseatâ Kate says, emphasizing the love part.
âI like to sit on the floorâ Wanda says, taking some cushions to rest against them.
âMe too!â April says and you roll your eyes.
âThen why are you on the couch?â
âBecause, Y/N, my butt hurts. Thank you for your concernâ
âCome here, I promise itâs comfortableâ Wanda smiles, pulling you down. You end up leaning against her as she puts some pillows behind you. âSee?â
âYeah, thatâs uh⊠niceâ you smile, aware of how close you are.
âSo, what are we watching?â Kate scrolls and youâre the first to speak.
âI think Wanda would really like The Princess Diaries. What do you guys think?â
âOh, yeah, we havenât seen that in forever. And none of us are menstruating so we wonât cry during Miaâs speechâ April says, chewing on popcorn. âYouâre not on your period either, right, Wanda?â
âOk, first of allâ you turn around and throw an M&M at her. âSpoiler alert. Second of all, stop asking about whose vagina is bleeding and eat your damn pizzaâ
âFine, but donât ask for a tampon when you need it cause I wonât help youâ
âIâll survive, period fairyâ you mumble and Wanda chuckles.
The movie begins and you relax, feeling Wandaâs warmth next to you. During some of your favorite scenes, you canât help but turn to look at her, because you wanna know if sheâs actually enjoying the movie. Her laughter makes your heart flutter and when she frowns at some of the sad parts, you have to stop yourself from hugging her.
Halfway through the movie, Wanda opens a can of soda that practically explodes all over her shirt.
âShitâ you say, pulling the can away from her. âCome here, Iâll give you another shirtâ
âSorryâ Wanda apologizes to no one in particular and Kate eases her nerves.
âWeâll wait for you to keep watchingâ
âCome onâ you take Wandaâs hand and lead her to your room. She looks around to the walls covered in pictures, the books scattered around and some of the posters from your favorite films.
âSorry about the messâ you apologize. âHere, this should workâ you hand over a t-shirt. âIâll wait in the living room, ok?â
âOk, thank youâ
Wanda only takes two minutes but it feels like an eternity, your friends glancing and giggling as you blush.Â
âShut upâ you lay on the floor, looking at the ceiling, but you sit up when your bedroom door opens.
Your face only turns redder as you see Wanda wearing your clothes.
âAll doneâ she smiles and you begin to scoot over to make some room for her on the floor. âStayâ she asks, sitting against the couch and letting you rest your head on her lap.
The movie continues, only this time youâre closer to Wanda. The downside is you canât see her reaction to the movie. At some point, her hands travel to your hair, running her fingers through it and you relax. Itâs a miracle that youâre not snoring by the time the credits roll.
âWhat did you think?â you say, staying in place while your friends go to the kitchen and the bathroom.
âI really liked itâÂ
âYeah? Itâs one of my favorite moviesâ
âYou have great taste,â she smiles.
âI do, donât I?â you agree and Wanda laughs.
âHey, lovebirds, what should we watch next?â Kate says as they all come back and you can see Wanda blushing.
âWanda, what other things do you like?â Laura asks
âI⊠uh, watch a lot of sitcoms. Old stuff, honestlyâ
âHey, why donât we watch that Bewitched movie?â April says and you all nod.
But an hour later, your friends are fast asleep and Wanda seems to be more invested in drawing patterns against your skin than watching the movie.
âNot as good as the first one, huh?â you whisper.
âItâs just that Bewitched is a classic and I donât think this does it justiceâÂ
âIâve never seen itâ you admit and Wanda looks shocked.
âI love Lucy?â you shake your head no. âThe Dick Van Dyke Showâ
âNopeâ
âYouâre missing outâ
âWell, tell me what to watch and I willâ
âMaybe next time we can have movie night at my place?â she offers.
âLike a sleepover with Captain America and Iron Man?â you suggest and she laughs.
âNo, it can be just the two of us. And maybe Pietro for a while. Heâs too clingyâ
âAwww. Heâs just a good brother, Wandsâ
âSpeaking of which,â she says, looking at her phone. âHeâs here to pick me upâ
âSo soon?â you look at your phone, realizing itâs half past 12. âOh, itâs actually lateâ
Thereâs a knock at the door and you both stand up.
âWant help cleaning up?â Wanda offers but you take her hand.
âThatâs ok. Theyâll sleep here and weâll clean tomorrowâ
âNo, we wonâtâ Laura mumbles, stretching. âIâm gonna take your bed, Y/Nâ
âAwesomeâ you roll your eyes, knowing youâll end up sleeping on the couch while Kate and April share her bed.
You open the door and Pietro shouts.
âSeestra!â
âShhh, Pietroâ
Itâs too late, your friends are all up and eyeing him.
âWhatâs cooking, good looking?â April wiggles her eyebrows.
âThis is Wandaâs twin brother, Pietro. Donât harass the poor guyâ you plead but he seems to be enjoying himself.
âWhat? Canât I come over for next movie night?â he says with that charming accent.
âYou sure can,â Laura says, standing behind you.
âEscape before they fight over youâ you plead. Wanda laughs and squeezes your hand before letting go.Â
âIâll see you on Monday?â
âYesâ you smile, leaning against the door.
âBye, girlsâ Wanda waves at your friends.
âBye, Wandaâ they say in unison.
You close the door and lean against it, sighing. Three pairs of eyes are looking directly at you.
âWhat?â you snap.
âYour kids are gonna be sooooo cute!â
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ââWhen Monday comes and you donât see Wanda, you really think nothing of it. Sheâs probably busy because she has a life and of course, even if you donât talk about it, you know sheâs training to become an Avenger.Â
You're hesitant to ask Natasha, because she scares the shit out of you, but Pietro doesnât show his face either and Wandaâs phone is off.Â
Against all of your survival instincts, you approach the subject when the Russian comes over for her fix of coffee and sweets.
âSheâs⊠trainingâ
âI just want to make sure sheâs safeâÂ
âSteve is with them. He wouldnât let anything happen to herâ
âOk. Thank you for letting me knowâ
Natasha is about to leave but she goes back to the bar, staring.
âOur lives are⊠complicated. Weâre away for too long. Work calls and ruins plans. Itâs hard for us. But also, for the people we loveâ
âIâŠâ
âI just want to make sure you know what youâre getting yourself into. Sheâs been through enoughâ
âIâd never hurt herâ you say and she deems it enough, nodding and walking away.
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Miss you, Wands.
Wanda stares at the text, unsure on what to answer. She missed you too, she truly did. For gayâs sake, sheâs wearing the t-shirt you let her borrow as she prepares for bed.
Steve, Pietro, Sam and her had gone on to a simple mission that quickly turned into a battle.
She was barely able to prevent a bomb from hurting civilians. So much could have gone wrong and Wanda questioned if it was a good idea to drag you into her dangerous world.
Before she can keep on ruminating, she hears a pebble hit her window. Then another one.
Curious, the girl stands up from her bed to open it and looks down, where youâre smiling at her.
âHiâ you say, happy to see sheâs back.
âWhat are you doing here?â she asks with a soft laugh. If she had her doubts, now that sheâs seeing you, Wandaâs pretty certain she wonât be able to stay away from you.
âCome down and find outâ you whisper, afraid any of the spies living in the Compound will arrest you for trespassing.
âOk, let me justâŠâ she begins to close the window to go down the stairs.
âNo, not like that. Didnât you tell me you could fly or something?âÂ
âIâm still working on thatâ
âHalf the fun of sneaking out is going out the window. Iâll catch youâ you promise. Wanda rolls her eyes and then breathes, trying to focus. You watch in awe as red begins to pour out of her delicate fingers, and she levitates out the window, descending towards you. âGod, thatâs actually really hotâ you mumble, thinking she canât hear you, but she does. Your words make her lose her focus.
Wanda widens her eyes as she realizes sheâs about to fall face first but you run and make sure she lands on top of you.
âI promised Iâd catch youâ you laugh, your back on the ground. Her gaze softens as you place a strand of hair behind her ear, eyes quickly moving down to your lips.
You both lean forward, but a buzz in your pocket breaks the spell.
âSorryâ you stand up. Your friends are texting you. âCome on, letâs goâ
âWhere are we going?â
âTo a party. Do you feel like it?âÂ
âYouâll stay with me?â she asks and you nod.
âOf courseâ
âThen letâs goâÂ
Across the parking lot, your friends are waiting in Lauraâs car.
âHit it, Laurieâ you open the door for Wanda and slide next to her on the back seat.
âSo, what is this party?â Wanda asks as April and Laura are arguing over where to park.
âSorority thing, girls nightâ
âYouâre in a sorority?âÂ
âNo, we just like to go to their partiesâ Laura winks at her.Â
âAre we meeting Kate there?â you say, enjoying how Wanda stays close to you.
âNo, she said she had a dateâÂ
âLooks like she had the guts to ask her crush out, unlike other peopleâÂ
âShut it, Aprilâ you mumble.
âIâll let that one slide because your period is in three daysâÂ
âCan we please get to the party already?â you say, covering your face with your hands. Wanda laughs next to you.Â
âThis can count as a date, if you wantâ she says in a whisper, her lips grazing your ear.
âIâŠâ your brain melts, but youâre at the party already and sheâs quick to leave the car, smiling mischievously.
Itâs exactly what she expected; loud music, girls dancing and red plastic cups with alcohol passing around. Laura and April go to greet some of your friends, while another spots and offers you two cups.
âDo you drink?â you ask Wanda and she shakes her head no.
âI donât think itâs a good ideaâÂ
âGotchaâ you empty her cup on yours and then take her hand, sipping the beer. âLetâs find something for you, thenâÂ
The kitchen is equally crowded, but you manage to open the fridge and find some orange soda for Wanda.
âIf itâs too much we can leave. Just say the wordâ you promise as she shakes her head to the beat of the music.
Truth is, sheâs flush against you because people keep moving around you. Wanda keeps looking at your lips and you might be a bit out of it from the beer and the noise.
For the second time, you both lean forward and youâre once again interrupted.
âY/N! What a surprise to see you hereâ Anna, a girl from your Sociology class shoves Wanda aside and presses her body against yours in an intense hug.
âAnnie, heyâŠâ you say nervously, afraid Wanda will send her flying across the room.
âWhoâs your friend?â
âWanda Maximoffâ the girl introduces herself, going back to her place next to you.
âNice to meet you, Wendyâ
âItâs WaâŠâ you correct her but Anna interrupts you.
âAre you up for a game of beer pong? After all, I beat you last timeâ she winks. You remember perfectly, you were very drunk and couldnât throw any balls the right way.
âI think weâll just walk around or danceâ you take Wandaâs hand but Anna insists.
âLetâs make a bet. If I win you go on a date with meâ the girl looks at you, clearly not giving up.
âGo,â Wanda says suddenly. You turn to look at her, afraid she might be upset. Instead, sheâs smiling. âLet her get it out of her system. And if you win, I promise Iâll make it worth itâÂ
Wanda grabs you by the chin to make sure youâre paying attention to her words. You swear sheâs hypnotized you with her intense stare.Â
âOkâÂ
Luckily, this time youâre not drunk and you manage to hold your ground. Youâre 3 to 1, so youâve only had to drink a cup of beer.
Anna throws a ball and you swear you see a red sparkle. The ball ends up on the floor instead.Â
âAre youâŠ?â you turn to Wanda and she laughs.
âI donât know what youâre talking about. Go on, win this thing so I can give you your prizeâ
The next ball you throw is a double bounce so Anna has to drink two cups. The last one standing is in a corner, the farthest from you.
Laura and April join your side, cheering for you. Theyâre not particularly fond of Anna and they may have a bet on whether or not Wanda and you are getting together tonight.
âGo, go, go, goâ they chant as you prepare to throw the last ball. It feels like an eternity as it travels across the tableâŠ
âYes!â you shout as it falls inside the cup. As you turn to look at Wanda she takes your face in her hands, her lips crashing against yours in a kiss.
âYou owe me ten bucks, bitchâ Laura shouts at April.
You donât understand what their words mean, and you donât care either. Thereâs nothing in the world but Wanda, her scent, her lips, her hands traveling down to your neck. You break apart, chest heaving and she smiles.
âDo you want to get out of here?â you say and she nods enthusiastically.Â
âThought youâd never askâÂ
Laura throws her keys at you.
âHurry up, lovebirds. Weâll get an Uberâ
Wanda shrieks as you carry her bridal style out of the room, knocking cups and kicking people in your way.
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Itâs even messier once you make it to your apartment, throwing away the keys and closing the door with a kick. Wanda slips your jacket off your shoulders, hurriedly pulling you by the belt loop of your pants to your bedroom. Your lips remain connected, the kiss turning into something rough and desperate.
âIs that my shirt?â you ask when she throws away her own coat.
âCome and get itâ is the reply you get.Â
Youâre sure youâll pass out with the way her voice sounds, sultry and low. Thereâs even a hint of the Sokovian accent that she tries so hard to hide.
Finally, you find the way to your bed, and you let her fall on it, while you remove your own shirt and she discards her clothes. By the time youâre done with closing the door and dimming the lights, Wanda is left in only her underwear.
âGod, youâre so perfectâ you mutter, crawling between her legs. She blushes, but allows you to get closer, holding your head between her hands. âHiâ you say when she keeps staring at you.
âHiâ Wanda bites her lip, drawing attention to her mouth. You follow the action and lean forward, this time kissing her gently. You leave a path of kisses down her neck, between her breasts and her navel when she shudders.
âĐĐžŃĐ°, youâre making me feel so goodâ she purrs and your brain turns to mush. You make a mental note to ask her what that word means.
âWanda? Are you there?â someone screams at the apartment door.Â
âOh, no!â the girl straightens her back at the same time you do. Thereâs a swirl of red magic around you and at the blink of an eye, you fly all the way to the living room.
âFuckâ you say as you land. Next thing you know, Captain America is breaking into your apartment, while Wanda steps into the living room semi naked. Everyoneâs screaming while you stay on the floor.
âSteve, what are you doing here?â Wanda shrieks as she runs back to the room to put some clothes on.
âYou were missing!â
âI wasnât missing, I was with Y/N!â
They sound like a father and teenage daughter when they argue like that.
âYou ok?â Natasha approaches, helping you up. Youâre vaguely aware that youâre shirtless, the only thing covering your breasts a red lacy bra. The redhead whistles playfully. âWandaâs got good tasteâ
âNat, donât flirt with my girlfriend!âÂ
âGirlfriend?â you repeat with a smile.
âHurry up, weâre leavingâ Steve commands.
âNow hold on a secondâ you stand between him and your bedroom door. âThe sneaking around was my idea and I know it was wrong. But Wanda deserves to have a life. Friends, fun⊠Whatâs good about saving the world if you canât enjoy it?âÂ
âCan you put on a shirt?â he mumbles, looking at the ceiling.
âNo, I will not. You were breaking and entering, Captainâ
âSo were you, back at the Compound!â he snaps.
âCome on, Rogers. Sheâs got a pointâ Natasha says. âLet the girl live a littleâ
âFine. Weâll pick her up in the morningâ
âOr, I could drive her back after breakfastâ you offer.Â
âAnd once youâre there, we will discuss some rulesâ
âDealâ you offer your hand but Steve keeps looking up.
âLetâs go find Pietro. The other Maximoff runawayâ Natasha says, pulling Steve to the exit.
âWhat about Pietro?â Wanda finally steps out of the bedroom, handing you a t-shirt.
âYeah, what about him? Iâm right hereâ he walks in, Kate by his side.
âThatâs your date?â you point at both of them.
âOh my God, did you finally get laid?â Kate squeals when she sees you half naked and Pietro gags.Â
âI did not need to know that about my sisterâ he turns to Steve and puts a hand over his shoulder. âSo, about stealing your motorcycle, you understand it was for a good cause, right?â
âHave funâ Natasha winks and you blush.
âDonât worry, Iâll wear my noise canceling headphonesâ Kate promises, retreating back to her room. Youâre left alone with Wanda, in the middle of the living room.
âThat was somethingâÂ
âYeahâÂ
âCome back to bedâ she asks with a shy smile, taking your hand.
âPromise not to throw me across the room this time?â
âYes, ĐĐžŃĐ°âÂ
âHey, what does that mean?â you say as you walk back to the room.
Wanda turns around, eyeing you seductively.
âBe a good girl for me and I might just tell youâÂ
I heard you like magic
I got a wand and a rabbit
So baby, let's get freaky, get kinky
Let's make this bed get squeaky
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Chef!Hob has been hired to cook a Valentine's Day anniversary dinner for the Endless family - a Mr. M. Endless, Mrs. C. Endless and a young boy. Their home kitchen is fantastic; Hob will enjoy cooking in it.
Breakup Option prompt -- Hob was given to understand that he was cooking for a family when he was booked 6 months ago. And since no one canceled, Hob was ready with a family meal.
When he got there he is met with a quiet house - it seems Mrs. Endless was called away, so Hob was just cooking for Mr. Endless, Dream, and his son, Orpheus, only.
Mr. Endless is just about one of the loveliest men Hob had ever seen. And there seemed to be some story as to why Mrs. Endless was not at the dinner. Hob is trying very hard to remind himself that he no longer gives out,,,,sorry you're feeling bad blowjobs.
Aww, poor baby Dream. Spending V day all by himself (or not, because Hob is going to save the day).
Hob starts off by making mini pizzas with Orpheus to cheer him up. The poor little chap is obviously missing his mum, bless him. Dream hovers in the doorway anxiously, but he slowly starts to relax as Orpheus giggles and enjoys himself. By bedtime he's cheered up a lot, especially when he gets a good night text from Calliope.
Then it's time for the grownups to have some fun. When Dream comes down to the kitchen he finds Hob cooking up a storm - veggie lasagna, garlic bread, nice wine. The table is set for two and when Dream protests, Hob just winks. And when the food is done, he sits down in the candlelight with Dream, because nobody should have to eat such a delicious dinner all alone.
Ultimately Hob ends up under the table, between Dreamâs legs, giving him a blowjob that is equally as good as the food. And that's before they even have dessert. Because once Hob learned that Dream and Calliope were officially separated, it seemed silly not to act on their clear mutual desire. Hob has never enjoyed spending valentines day alone, that's why he has a job that inevitably keeps him busy on that day. Having a beautiful man's cock in his mouth is very much a good consolation for being hopelessly single.
And if Dream has any say in it, he won't be single for long. Plus, once Calliope comes back and finally meets the man who made her son smile with fun pizza? She knows that he's the man for her ex, and she's thrilled that her absence helped them get together <3
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Slipknot/ Dates youâd go on Hcs
Corey- Karaoke! He always choose the corny loves songs and sing it in the most obnoxious way possible.Â
Chris- Axe throwing! Luckily you found an Axe throwing spot that wasnât too far from home.You two would let all your anger out and spend time throwing axes together. Eventually you two got tired and went out for dinner. (your arm was sore the next day)
Craig- Picnic date! You two would sit by the sunset. Even though he doesnât talk much, when its just the two of you he would say a few things here and there, but its mostly just the two of you eating cake and enjoying the scenery.Â
James - Arcade! James loves to play video games so going to an arcade was the best option. The two of you would challenge each other to see who could get the highest score (he won everytime ) and since James was friends with the manager, you guys got free pizza :)
Mick - Shopping! You and Mick were both really big on skincare and health, so the two of you spent the day at the mall getting different kinds of face scrubs and hair masks. When you guys got home you two had a mini spa day
Shawn - Wine Fest! You two go out wine tasting and Shawn makes fun of you for being a lightweight. If you arenât completely drunk by the end of the night, Shawn takes you out to a nice dinner
Sid - Movie date! Whether you stay at home or go to the theater, you guys will have tons of snacks. If you two decide to stay home, you cuddle up in blankets and watch horror movies. Sid will sometimes intentionally scream like a girl when something scary happens. its hilarious.
#slipknot#jim root#corey taylor#sid wilson#craig#shawn crahan#mick thomson#chris fehn#slipknot x reader#slipknot headcannons
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last date before wedding with skz
warning(s): food and wine mentions
âł bang chan: your relationship would be filled with date nights at the studio and even though chris would want things to be much more special, the two of you would plan for there to be hiccups and would decide not to make any reservations etc. so, he'd be so proud of himself bc he'd get everything done at the studio a lot sooner to ensure he was completely yours for the day but of course, he'd get a call just as he was leaving the studio and he'd text you to let you know. this wouldn't be a problem for you as you both planned for something to come up and you would even have to finish up some work as well so it'd be okay but you'd have a feeling that chris would beat be hard on himself about it. so, you'd make sure to reassure him about it when he'd get home and the two of you would make homemade pizza. i could see him goofing around and trying to toss the dough and would nearly drop it. there would be lots of back hugs, soft kisses, and excited giggling when the pizza would come out much better than you'd expect and chris being excited about the cookies you'd surprise him with.
âł lee know: i think a nice meal and a movie would be the type of date that you'd both enjoy but a few days would've passed and neither of you would leave due to all of the planning. so, i think a nice outing and getting some fresh air for a few hours would be good for both of you. you'd decide to go to a place that both of you would like and would order your usual meals and you'd both decide to get smoothies or something after. on your way to the smoothie place, you'd happen to notice a cat cafe which would look fairly new. minho would notice you staring and he'd smile before grabbing your hand and walking in the direction of the cafe. you'd go to a cat cafe minho wouldn't really care for super fancy dates. it would be difficult for both of you to not smile, especially when a bombay cat would rub against minho's leg and he'd look down and grin. minho would leave to get some drinks while you'd find a table near one of the many cat trees and maybe you'd take a quick photo of the cats lazing on it just as it would start to rain outside.
âł changbin: with all of the stress from planning your wedding, a little getaway would probably benefit both of you. so, you'd leave the city and stay at a hotel in a cute little town a few hours away. the bed and breakfast you'd stay at would be so nice and homey that you'd both be in awe the entire time. even though it would be pretty early in the day and the two of you would plan on exploring as soon as you'd arrive, both of you would end up crashing. so, the two of you would explore the next day and would start out your day with breakfast and iced coffee. then you would go see the tourist attractions and even go wine tasting. to end off the day, the two of you would get dinner and wine at a local restaurant and you'd both get so excited about the free dessert. overall, you'd enjoy yourselves and finally get time to relax before you'd start counting down the days until the wedding.
âł hyunjin: even though the two of you would be very busy with wedding prep, hyunjin would decide to paint a few pieces for a local animal shelter and even a preschool. you'd gladly help him, even if you wouldn't be as good as a painter. it wouldn't really matter to you because it would be a welcome distraction. there wouldn't really be a set deadline for the pieces so, you'd pick a day or few out of the week and paint together with glasses of wine and your favorite snacks and it would become mini date nights for you. even after you'd finish up the pieces, you'd still continue to paint together. then, hyunjin would come home one day with a huge canvas and he'd suggest that the two of you could work on it leading up to the wedding as a little project and you'd hang it up in your new home. so, then you'd work on filling up the spaces with different things together some days and would end your nights with face masks, your favorite drinks, and a show you'd get into.
âł han: you and jisung would probably spend most of the day inside napping because there would be so much to do and so little time when it came to wedding planning, even if you'd want the wedding to be more on the simple side, there would be so many details and things to take in consideration. when both of you would decide on going on out, you'd go play mini golf together and you'd both get a little competitive but then one of you would miss badly, and then you'd both have to try and catch your breath from all of the laughing but then jisung's laughing/wheezing would make you laugh even more. so, it'd be a good thing that any other mini golfers were too far away to witness that lol. after that, jisung would take you to get something to eat at an amazing family-owned restaurant and you'd have to stop yourselves from wanting to order everything on the menu. when you'd leave the restaurant it would still be pretty early out and you'd happen to pass a sign advertising a pottery class. it would take both of you a minute to decide on going and you'd get lucky because the class wouldn't be full. within an hour or so you'd have matching coffee mugs that would be far from perfect but the decorations would make up for it.
âł felix: it would be pretty fun for the two of you to spend most of the date recording tiktoks but make a date out of it and only if you'd be comfortable with that. it would be more of a comfort food crawl because of all the wedding planning and stress that comes with that. so, you'd try a few foods from some of the different restaurants and bakeries near your apartment and rate them while also pointing out what made the foods really good. the first place you would go to would be just for appetizers and the portion sizes would be huge, which would earn it an extra point, so you'd probably only have to get one. the next place you'd stop at would be a family-owned restaurant and you would both become fast friends with the owner because they'd be so sweet and would even give you something free after they'd hear you talk about the wedding. of course, you'd take funny pictures of each other getting really excited about the food and then changbin and minho would text the group chat and clown felix lol. you'd finish up with an iced coffee bc hot coffee in this heat? no way, or maybe, and the trending s'mores cookies and brownies.
âł seungmin: seungmin has always given me coffee shop meet-cute and coffee date vibes so i think that's what kind of date you'd go on. seungmin seems like a realistic person so, i think he'd realize that neither of you would really have much time for a super fancy date, not that he wouldn't try bc, of course, he would, but i think he wouldn't want to rush things, mainly since you'd both be limited on time and something familiar would work. so, no matter how many coffee dates you'd go on during the course of your relationship or how often, they would never feel the same. even though you'd be in the midst of planning your wedding, both of you would still have jobs and work to get done. so, you would leave your place a little early one morning with your laptops, chargers, etc. and since the coffee shop and bookstore wouldn't be very far, it'd be an enjoyable little walk to get coffee and breakfast. after his first cup of coffee, seungmin would open up his laptop and work on a song that he and the rest of skz were planning to release soon. you'd also get some work done as well as catch up on a show that you missed. an hour or so would pass and then you'd move to a booth and naturally, seungmin would inch closer to you and rest his chin on your shoulder to see what you'd be working on. he'd notice your laptop wallpaper, a candid picture of the two of you at the beach smiling at each other with stars in your eyes courtesy of jeongin, and he'd have the biggest grin on his face.
âł i.n: both of you would agree on going to a local fair. the rides and the smell of fried foods would take both of you back to your childhood. for whatever reason, you'd both get on the gigantic slide and would have matching smiles on your faces after. then jeongin would rush towards the bumper cars and you'd laugh the entire time because neither of you would be able to move from the spots you started out in and get bumped into constantly. after that, you'd get slushies and a bunch of other snacks before heading toward the photo booth. the first few pictures would be silly and you'd both stick out your blue tongues and the last would be of him kissing you. you'd end the night off by getting on the ferris wheel and you'd rest your head on his shoulder and he'd interlace your fingers, a huge smile on his face.
#i tried to keep them all about the same length but some were easier to write than others#stray kids#stray kids scenarios#stray kids imagines#stray kids fluff#skz#skz scenarios#skz imagines#skz fluff#bang chan scenarios#bang chan imagines#lee know scenarios#lee know imagines#changbin scenarios#changbin imagines#hyunjin scenarios#hyunjin imagines#han imagines#han scenarios#seungmin scenarios#felix scenarios#felix imagines#seungmin imagines#i.n scenarios#i.n imagines
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Now I wonder what a royai Friday night pizza and Prosecco would look like!
oh!! đ„șđ„č ty for asking!!!
so, on a typical friday, i would finish work and go to the shops for my weekly shop. pick up a bottle or two of mini prosecco (a glass full in each bottle), or, depending on the type of week i've had, pick up a big bottle lmao then head home. popping bottles is so satisfying after a long week ngl. bougie as fuck on the sparkling wine, but after the 9-5, and at ÂŁ6 a bottle (đ„), i deserve it đâïž
i would then ruminate on the drive home (daydream at work all day) "hmmm. what has inspired me today/this week that i can write about for royai"
and then i would do my pre-weekend housework as the ideas continue to simmer and hopefully! one would pop up and grab my interest!
so while the pizza was cooking in the oven i would pour myself some of that sparkling wine đ„ it pairs so well with pizza, and i have to match my italian wine to my italian food âš and i would set up my laptop and jot down the random ideas/prompt i came across that inspired me
and once the food is scranned i would sit down on the couch and spend the evening letting the creative juices flow~, hopefully creating a 1-2k word royai fic đ„°
i've done it a couple of times and it was so FUN. just writing a whole fic /oneshot in that one evening, not caring about quality/editing and just vibin and living my best life with my otp
it was always an absolute BLAST
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Genuinely a shame that resident evil doesn't really go into food that much, but I also completely understand since the "food" you see being eaten 99% of the time is people and rot. However, this will not stop me from food related headcanons, so lets talk about eating traits for the recurring (3 or more separate RE appearances) cast:
Chris Redfield- Never been a picky eater. Before RE5, he pretty much let his metabolism do all the work along with his "stay in shape" workout regimen, so he ate whatever he wanted and most of the time it was junk food, fast food, and meals with a lot of bread and potatoes. When he started working out more, his diet shifted to eating more fats and proteins since they give him a steady flow of energy instead of quick bursts. It doesn't mean he's stopped eating junk food or eating out. His palette simply changed from eating bags of chips and a roll of cookies everyday to maybe a large bag or two of chips and a large pack of cookies that he slowly finishes over the span of a few weeks. Beer and water are interchangeable depending on the meal.
Jill Valentine- She's the pasta person that will use a fork and a spoon underneath to twirl her noodles before eating them. Loves anything covered in a good savory sauce, and she will tear bits of bread off to swipe the rest of her plate clean. She prefers chicken over beef and pork over tofu. Entered a hot wing eating contest once on a dare, and she lost, but she made sure to find out what hot sauce they used so she could keep a bottle in her pantry. She drinks a lot of water, and she likes the taste of it. Not a fan of tea unless it's iced and sweetened heavily. Otherwise not really a fan of sweets when it comes to candy or baked goods unless there's some tartness or sourness to it.
Rebecca Chambers- Her diet leans more into foods she doesn't need utensils to finish like sandwiches, wraps, tacos, and the classic pizza fold with thin crust. She has a sweet tooth, but this is mainly for drinks and hard candies. She loves soda. She doesn't like how gummy candy sticks to her teeth due to the texture. Baked sweets are okay as long as they aren't super sticky to handle, but she'll make an exception for things which have a heavy amount of chocolate. She has a bag of mini-muffins on her desk for breakfast in the mornings. People know not to take any unless they desire her wrath. She knows when Chris has eaten them when she see's a package of snack cakes and an apology post-it note in her drawer.
Barry Burton- Before the gun incident, Barry was the guy who ate primarily meats and very little vegetables unless his stomach was fighting him. After the incident, he opened up his palette more to show he appreciated the hard work put into the meal. Ask him what his favorite food is and his answer changes every time cause it's always what his wife cooked for dinner the night before. He's a dinner guy. He's either too tired in the mornings or too in a rush to go to work, so breakfast is a no-go, but dinners are spent with his family, and post Revelations 2, he cherished them even more. Only drinks water from the tap.
Albert Wesker- Eats expensive looking food because it has the least amount of mess during consumption, and is an ego boost to his god complex wherein everything has to be prepared exactly to his taste. If during his time with S.T.A.R.S they managed to drag him out to eat, he would get a drink and nothing else. He doesn't like limp vegetables no matter how much dressing people cover them in to compensate, and he hates greasy food. His taste towards sweet things are minimal. He enjoys sweeter cheeses like cream cheese or mascarpone, and he tried to like tiramisu, but he didn't like how soft angel fingers are. He will also only eat macarons with a dark chocolate filling sandwiched between. Neutral about water and enjoys teas and wines.
Claire Redfield- Was the pickiest eater as a kid. Hated it when the food on her plate touched, or the juice from one part of her meal touched the other. She had the special disposable plates where each part of her meal was separated so that she'd actually finish the food she was given. She was also disgusted with canned vegetables. As an adult most of those hang-ups are gone. She'll eat almost anything now, and she loves trying new foods from the places she travels to. Flatbreads are her best friend. Pita, naan, chapati, and so on, she can make a meal out of bread and butter alone. She still hates canned vegetables, but she buys fresh or frozen vegetables and incorporates them into her meals where she can. She also hates the taste of water. She'll go for coffee or tea first.
Leon Kennedy- Allegedly is relaxed with all foods except when there's one thing on it he doesn't want to eat. No pickles on his burger. No red onions in his guacamole. No sliced fruit in or on his cake. It's not even that he hates these ingredients or has a texture discrepancy. He just has preferences on where they should be and where they shouldn't. He'll put those same pickles on his club sandwich, or ask for red onions on pizza, and he loves a good fruit pie. He also eats so many of those pre-packaged fruit cups. Neutral about regular water but treats flavored sparkling water like a treat and sometimes hides it in his flask. It's a fun prank to play on Claire.
Ada Wong- Eats more vegetarian style meals, but is not a vegetarian. This isn't done on purpose or for any particular reason. Simply a lot of the meals she favors tend to have an equal amount of vegetables and grains to a lower amount of meat, and some cooks are much more scarce on the meat than others. This resulted in a palate shift where she's fine if there isn't meat on her plate. She's not a big fan of greasy, deep-fried foods, but her guilty pleasure is shrimp toast, and she only has it off the clock when she finds someone who makes it well. Her other guilty pleasure is cinnamon sugar donuts, and she has that more often as a snack to finish off her lunch. Neutral about water and has an iced coffee preference.
Ingrid Hunnigan- She likes rice more than bread and will eat several bowls of rice with whatever the main food is if they go together. Seasoned and spiced long grain rice or plain sticky short grain rice, she'll enjoy them all as long as it's prepared correctly. Loves eating tofu. She'll trade any meat for tofu except for seafood. She's the one ordering surf and turf or the dish with shrimp in it if the option is available. Yet, she cannot eat anything with a face. She doesn't care how pretty the presentation is, there shouldn't be a shrimp or lobster head on her plate when she gets it. She always orders dessert unless she's eating with others, and likes anything cherry flavored. Enjoys drinking water and has to drink water between her energy drink refills.
Thanks for getting to the bottom of this even if you don't agree with any of them! I'll gladly do more of these for any other RE characters if asked, and I'm open to playful debate/convo about the ones listed or not listed.
#resident evil#re#chris redfield#jill valentine#rebecca chambers#barry burton#albert wesker#claire redfield#leon kennedy#ada wong#ingrid hunnigan#headcanons
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Mini Fanfic #1229: Spending the Night with Her Two Dolts (RWBY)
9:24 p.m. at Atlas Hotel Suite: Pines' Room...........
Weiss: (Knocks on an Already Opened Hotel Room) Knock-Knock.
Oscar: (Smiles Softly at an Old Friend While Sitting on the Bed and Playing Cards with his Wife, Ruby) Well, look who finally made it?~
Ruby: ('GASPS') (Happily Waves Hello to her Former Teammate and Best Friend) Weiss!~ Hi-(Suddenly Piunts and Yells at Weiss) DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP CLOSER INSIDE THIS ROOM!!
Weiss: (Immediately Stops Walking and Gets Startled by Ruby's Sudden Yelling at the Same Time) W-What!? Why- (Starts Pinching the Bridge of her Nose and Sighing at the Dreadful Realization) Oh, for the love of-Please don't tell me you're playing that stupid Floor is Lava game again years later.......
Ruby: (Happily Nodded) Indeed we are!~ It's a perfect way to spend the rest of the night after all the walking and sightseeing we did earlier.
Weiss: (Rolls her Eyes) Perfect for a simpleton maybe. (Turns to Oscar) And you there! Are you still letting your own wife drag you into one of her foolish shenanigans after all these years?
Oscar: (Casually Shrugs) If it keeps making her happy. I'm used to her craziness at this point.
Ruby: (Happily Hugs her Husband) Spoken like a awesome hubby you are!~ (Starts Kissing on Oscar's Freckled Cheek Before Turning Back to Weiss) Now, hurry up and get in our bed already, Schnee! (Forms a Teasing Smirk on her Face) Unless you're too chicken and have no clue of getting in-
Weiss uses her Myrtenaster to create a Glyph before stepping and then leaping hersslf off it towards the other side of the very same bed Ruby and Oscar are sitting on, flawlessly.
Oscar: (Smiles Softly at Weiss) Nice landing.
Weiss: (Simply and Poudly Nodded to Oscar) Thank you.
Ruby: (Starts Pouting) Show-off.
Few Minutes of Waiting For Pizza......and Finding a Way to Get it Without Touching the Floor Later.......
Weiss: You did all of that work towards one measly bear Grimm?
Ruby: (Proudly Nodded) Yep! Zigzagged that beast into tiny pieces with my trust Cresent Rose, in record time too. (Forms a Cocky Smirk on her Face) That'll show those twerps I still got!
Oscar: (Whispers to Weiss) One of my students told Ruby she past her prime day she visited the academy the other day. It got to her ever since.
Weiss: ('Sigh') Children can be the most cruelest beings these days........
Oscar: ('Sigh') Ain't that the truth.
Weiss: (Turns to Oscar) Speaking of which, how's everything going for you at the academy, as of late? They're not making you overwork yourself again, are they?
Oscar: Not as of recent, thank God. It's been going along more smoothly than I could ever hope it would go.
Weiss: (Smiles Brightly) Good. We wouldn't want to see our precious farm boi get himself stressed out so easily.
Oscar: (Gives Weiss a Deadpinned Look on his Face) That's a nickname I never thought I would here again. I already grew out of the cuteness phase, remember?
Weiss: ('Scoffs') Oh please. (Playfully Pulls on One Side of Oscar's Cheek) Like that ever mattered to us to begin with~
Ruby: (Playfully Pulls on her Husband's Other Cheek) You'll always be cute and precious to us no matter how old we all get~ We love ya like that, honey~
Weiss: Precisely.
Oscar: (Annoyedly Swats Both Hands Off Him) Anyways! (Turns Back to Schnee Heiress) Weiss, how's life been treating these days?
Ruby: (Turns Back to Weiss) Yeah. You been to a lot of places recently? (Starts Smirking Again) Got any luck guy and/or gal you might be pining for?~
Weiss: I've been through a few places as of late, some new, some familiar, most of which are business related trips. (Takes a Sip of her Glass of Wine) I can't say I found anyone that peak my interest though.
Oscar: Really? Not a single person?
Weiss: (Shakes her Head a Bit) Nada. I've been far too occupied with my business to even think about anything romance related at the point. Even then, I doubt anyone would be interested in someone like me to begin with.
Ruby: (Glares at Weiss) And why the hell not? You have a lot of great qualities! You're elegant, rich, gorgeous, way more smarter than I am at least-
Weiss: I'm also bossy, uptight, too prideful for my own good at times, dull and boring-
Ruby: Being a boss came beneficial, everyone of us had our pride filled moments at one point in our mundane lives, and you are FAR from being the most dull, boring person alive! Remember the time Sun dared you to finish twelve containers of ice-cream under five minutes at sleepover night, and you managed to get it all done three and a half minutes earlier?
Oscar: You didn't even flinched once while doing it either.
Weiss: ('Ugh') Don't remind me. It almost took a day for that stupid brain freeze migraine to go away completely.....
Ruby: Yeah, but it doesn't take away the fact that you showed those boxes of ice cream who's boss that night!
Weiss: I suppose. (Shyly Moves the Front of her Hair Back a Bit) You two really think highly of me?
Oscar: (Happily Nodded) Yea, ofcourse. You've always been amazing in our eyes, Weiss.
Ruby: (Nodded in Agreement) Exactly. It's anyone's loss if they think otherwise. (Forms a More Playful, Seductive Smirk on her Face This Time) Hell, just say the word and Oscar and I can take you out on the best date night you'll ever have in your whole life!~ (Winks at Weiss)
Oscar: Something nice, relaxing, simple- (Slowly Turns his Head to his Wife) Legal, trouble free!
Ruby: (Gently Slaps Oscar's Chest) Oh will you relax? We won't get ourselves locked up Ike last time. Promise.
Weiss: I'm sorry. You two got- (Eyes Widened at the Married Couple in Front of Her) ARRESTED at one point!?
Oscar: (Puts on a Deadpinned Look on his Face Again) Yeah. Back in Argus.
Oscar shoes Weiss pictures of him and Ruby's mugshots from his scroll. The former was Shock amd mortified at the fact he actually got arrested the time in his lifetime while the latter was smiling up for the camera (to this day, it might be one of her cutest smiles Oscar has ever bear witness.), trying to make light of a more dumb and reckless situation.
Oscar: We spent the whole night in the cell together until Emerald came and bailed us out. She never let me live it down ever since......
Ruby: (Smiles Sheepishly) We may or may not took a skydive from off a tall building after our date night and then a joyride all around town by using my semblance the whole way through.......
Weiss: (Facepalms Herself While Groaning) Should've know YOU would have something to do with this, Rose.....(Pouts at Oscar) And you didapppoint me, Oscar Everlynn Pines! You're supposed to keep her out of trouble, not let her dragged you into one with her!
Oscar: ('Sigh') I know. Not one the best moment of my mundane live thus far. (Rolls his Eyes a Bit) I really need to learn not to fall for the Puppy Dog Eyes too easily....But I did promise that I will always be by her side till death do us part and I intend to keep it that way.
Ruby: (Happily Hugs her Husband Next to Her) Me too!~ I'm sorry I got us both in trouble that night.
Oscar: It's fine. I'd be lying if I said I didn't have some fun out of it, at least until the arrest happened. (Smiles Softly at Ruby) I'm just glad my beautiful wife had a good time at all.
Ruby: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness as She Starts Snuggling onto Oscar) I love you so much, Oscar~
Oscar: I love you more~
Ruby: No, I believe I love you far more than you could ever imagine inside that cute head of yours~
Oscar: (Forms a Bit of a Seductive Smirk on his Face) Wanna prove that?~
Ruby: (Smirks Back at Oscar While Placing her Hand onto his Cheek) Gladly!~ (Starts Kissing on a Now Ticklish Oscar's Face)
Weiss: (Sighs as She Watches the Married Couple's Romantic Antics in Front of Her) You two really are made for one another.......Alright, I'll accept your invitation.
Ruby: (Puts Her Kissing Session to a Screeching Holt as She and Oscar Gives Weiss her Fill Attention) You will? Truly?
Weiss: (Simply Nodded) Yes. (Raises an Eyebrow) IF you let me take lead and pick out any activities I want us to do for tomorrow, that is.
Ruby: (Rolls her Eyes Again) Day of boredom, here we come.....
Oscar: Ruby! (Turns Back to Weiss) Ignore her, Weiss. Tomorrow's your day.
Weiss: (Puts on a More Satisfied Smile) Thank you. I'm certain it'll be a day to remember, even considering you two will be a part of it.
Ruby: D'awwwww~ You've been missing us that a lot these days, haven't you?~
Weiss: (Scoffs Before Turning Away a Bit) Please. I wouldn't say I missed you dolts THAT much. Despite how......dull, quiet, and slightly lonely life has gotten for- (Suddenly Felt Ruby Hugging Her) Me.
Ruby: The feeling's mutual, Ice Queen~
Weiss: Will you ever stop calling that?
Ruby: Not as long as I still live and breathe, your highness!~ (Forms Yet Another Smirk) 'Less you give me a few riches in retu-
Weiss: No.
Ruby: (Playfully Snuggles onto Weiss) Then your request is denied indefinitely.
Weiss: ('Ugh') Oscar, your wife is being a complete nuisance again!!
Oscar: (Watches the Obnoxiously Cuteness Unfolds in Front of Him) She's been wanting to see you all day, Weiss, let her have this one. She'll let go eventually.
Weiss: ('Sighs in Defeat') She should consider herself thankful and lucky that I'm in a better mood these days. (Pouts at Oscar Again) And you better come over here and hug me next once she's done or you will be sorry!
Oscar: (Chuckles Lightly Playfully Salutes to Weiss) Will do, your highness.
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#rwby#rwby future#weiss schnee#ruby rose#oscar pine#floor is lava#reunion#humor#lots of fluff#cute romance#rosegarden#pure friendship#emerald (mentioned)#edited
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Fun Fact I am affected by heavy synesthesia and decided to document a few silly things! When i read certain words / letters / numbers i see colors and taste things! As well as with listening to music i see visuals and taste things etc Feel free to ask questions i love answering!
Long post but basically i list brain associations so stuff under cut if you care to read
Anyway to the interesting stuff đđ
Color Flavors
đŽ - spicy and bitter with some sweetness. Makes my chest hurt
đ - Not sweet or sour it's like a uhh a snow cone
đĄ - frostingless sugar cookie
đą - butter
đ” - steak
đŁ - those little mini cake things they have at weddings
â« - sweet and crunchy but has a dust residue like a handful sprinkles
âȘ - pineapple gummy bear
đ - Walmart birthday cake
Colors / shapes i see when listening to artists
Lemon Demon - navy blue trapezoids and red triangles
Tally Hall - yellow circles and white diamonds
Will Wood - green squares and purple spiral circles (?)
Marina - pink bubbles and white sparkles
Lovejoy - light blue arrows facing downward
Penelope Scott - black semicircles
Mitski - slate colored trapezoids
TV Girl - gray rectangle
Weezer - green boing boing dog toy idk how to describe it
TMBG - orange semicircle really stretched
Oingo Boingo - green circles
Letter and Number Color Associations
AđŽ Bđ” CđĄ Dđą EđĄ FđŽ Gđ€ Hđ€ Iđ” JđŁ KđŁ LđŁ Mđ€ Nđ” Ođ” PđŁ Qâ« RđŽ SđĄ TđŁ UđŁ Vđ” WđŁ Xâ« YâȘ Zđ” 0âȘ 1đ” 2đą đĄ 4đĄ 5đŽ 6đą 7đ” 8â« 9đŽ 10â«
Day of the week Equations
10 x 0 = Sunday, 100 - 46 = Monday, 25 - 11 = Tuesday, 4 x 4 = Wednesday, 7 x 7 = Thursday, 5 x 5 is Friday, 10 x 5 = Saturday
Day of the Week Colors
Monday is Black Tuesday is dark blue Wednesday is dark green Thursday is dark purple Friday is yellow Saturday is lavender and Sunday is gray I don't make the rules
School Subject Colors
Math is red, Science is green, social studies is blue, literature / English is purple, art is also green
Number Flavors
0 - the chemicals you blow bubbles with when you accidentally get it in your mouth
1 - plain cracker you get in restaurant baskets
2 - gummy worm that's really old
3 - Doritos
4 - hamburger
5 - giant hot apple left in the sun 2 hours
6 - green apple
7 - steak fajita
8 - grape juice
9 - Hot Dog
10 - seat belt
Smells and Tastes regarding Music
Lemon Demon - lavender candle smell, taste like burger
Tally Hall - rusting Metal smell, taste like cold butter just taken out of the fridge
Will Wood - old church carpet smell, tastes like communion wine
Marina - tropical car refreshener smell, taste like putting a pen in your mouth
Lovejoy - smells like sea salt, tastes like sea salt chocolate
Penelope Scott - smells like rotting wood, tastes like Coca Cola
Mitski - smells like soap, tastes like Christmas cookies
TV Girl - smells like perfume drowning out body odor, tastes like ham sandwich that got ketchup on it
Weezer - smells like hamburger, taste like banana
TMBG - smells like antique store, taste like Olive Garden bread
Oingo Boingo - smells like barbecue, tastes like those big ass erasers people would poke with their pencils in elementary school
Misc
My Name - smells like vanilla perfume from bed bath and bodyworks, tastes like cheese pizza, is the color gold
Five Nights at Freddys - smells like cigarettes, tastes like burger (WHY DOES EVERYTHING TASTE/SMELL LIKE BURGER), is the color purple
Electric Dreams 1984 - smell like a city in Mississippi i went to 7 years ago, taste like red velvet cake, is the color hot pink
The number 999 tastes like watermelon
Pinterest app smells like nail polish and popcorn
Spotify taste like Gatorade
#.txt#long post#neurodivergent#synesthesia#autism#yum yum yum#can we get some purple 4s in the chat#will add more to this
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