#aloe pink blush

[shelovesplants]

Pink blush aloe 🪴

#aloe #aloe vera #aloe plant #pink blush aloe #plant photos #plant photography #plant life #plant #my plants #plants #plant love #plant leaves #plant lover #plant lady #my photography #my photos

[55-fr0mthev0id-66]

Indoor garden update before I go to the nursery tomorrow:

Shelf is doing good!!

And my succulent shelves are sooo pretty!!

I also have some little propagations :3 they're so tiny and adorable!!!!!

And in the greenhouse, my ivy is thriving!! The others haven't had much change

And my Moses in the cradle loves the greenhouse too!! She started growing so much more when she went in there, and I think the Brazil philodendron and polka dot plants like it too !!

It's so hard to get a good picture of this shelf but the anthurium is loving the greenhouse! I haven't noticed much change in the others though, maybe the string of turtles' leaves got a bit thicker?

Also my cats are pretty happy with their little garden! That's all until tomorrow eheheheeee bye:3

#indoor plants #plants #spider plants #spider plant #snake plant #sedum #sedum lemon ball #aloe plant #pink blush aloe #hen and chicks #succulent plant #succulents #plant propagation #ivy #calathea #string of bananas #string of turtles #tradescantia #moses in the cradle #brazil philodendron #philodendron #anthurium #schefflera #mini umbrella plant

[bbyquokka]

imagine felix laying on ur chest while u play with his soft hair and kiss his forehead bye its been on my mind all day i need someone to cuddle me😠😠🙁

summer luvin'

FLUFF BELOW CUT – MINORS, AGELESS & DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI

warnings: gn reader, established relationship, domesticated au, non-idol au, pet names. words: 0.9k ~ (902)

dont repost. dont translate. feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

the scorching hot sun beats down on your skin. the hot, suffocating air blows past you every now and then, the wind chimes singing with each hit of the humid wind.

the skies are clear, not a cloud in the sky to help provide some shade from the intense heat the sun is providing. you have done everything that needed to be done today so you're now taking the time to relax.

the only thing that needed to be done, was water the plants and freshly grown veg and fruits you and your significant other, felix, have decided to grow together to help reduce the cost of grocery shopping; even if it's just a little.

a pink and white plaid picnic blanket rubs against the skin of your arms and legs. the soft texture of the grass shifts around and rustles as you lean up on your elbows. you place one hand above your eyes to provide you some cover from the sun as you watch your lover water the strawberries and cucumbers.

blue denim shorts and green crocs accompany him. his blue hair pushed back with the help of a black headband, beads of sweat roll down his forehead and temples. his naked chest and torso on display as his skin is slowly turning from a tanned colour to bright, burning red.

“hey felix.” he looks at you as he holds the green watering can. “have you put on sun cream?”

felix pouts a little, looking around sheepishly before shrugging and giving you a cheeky smile. you sigh, shaking your head slowly as you sit up fully and grab the sun cream.

“c'mere.” felix finishes watering the plants before bouncing over to you. he takes of his crocs by wiggling his feet and legs before kneeling down on the blanket in front of you.

“lix, you're burning.” you frown.

“i thought i did put on suncream.” he pouts.

“it's the hottest day of the year darling. you have to be safe, especially when you're out.”

“oh, this is nothing! it's way hotter in australia.” he laughs.

“we are in australia.” you state as you squirt the cream onto the palm of your hand.

“oh.. right, yeah. ops.” felix laughs as you shake your head and rub your palms together.

“on your stomach. i'll put some cream on your back.” felix shuffles into his stomach, arms being used as supports for his head as he rests his cheeks on them. you rub the cream into his hot skin as you feel a tad worried about how red his skin is looking, making a mental note to by some aloe vera next time you're both out and about.

you rub the cream onto his back and the back of his legs before helping him in applying the cream on his chest, abs and arms. you apply some on his nose and cheeks.

“your freckles are so clear now.”

“they are?”

“yeah. the sun really helps bring them out. your whole face is decorated with freckles. it's the cutest thing i've seen.”

a pink blush rises to his cheeks to which you giggle at before stroking the blush. you gently kiss his cheek as felix hums softly.

“do we need to do anything else today?” he asks softly as he watches you reapply your own sun cream.

“i don't think so lix. i think we've doing everything today.”

“great!” your eyes widen as felix gently tackles you. you land on your back with a soft thump and grunt as felix nuzzles into your chest, his arm loosely draped over your stomach. once the initial shock of the sudden attack is over, do you smile and hold him close to you.

you both ignore the fact that you're two very hot people, skin sticking together as the heat from the sun and each other mixes and rises. sweat accumulates on both your foreheads, the feeling of stickiness and grossness rising; but you both ignore it.

you close your eyes slowly as you listen to the sounds of the birds singing their sweet and gentle tunes. the cheers and shouts of children playing in their back yards ringing in your ears before occasionally dying down to nothing but blissful silence.

you absentmindedly twist felix's blue hair around your finger, raking your fingers through it and massaging his scalp. he lets out soft and gently hums and groans as you occasionally kiss the top of his head.

soon, the heat of each other becomes too much. after minutes of being close to one another, does felix pull away slowly. he stands up and disappears into the kitchen. you hear the sound of water running and felix rummaging around in the cupboards.

you think nothing of it, thinking he was just preparing some food and drinks for you both, until you feel something wet explode onto your stomach causing you to shriek and bolt upright.

you look up at a mischievous looking felix. a couple of water balloons in his hands as a bucket of them is situated by his feet.

“oh! you're on, mr!” you laugh as you grab a balloon and instantly throw it at his torso.

“water balloon fight! looser has to cook dinner!” you shout as you rush to your feet, grabbing more balloons in your hands.

“oh, you're on yn! just know that i'm going to kick your ass.”

“in your dreams, felix!”

note: if its hot where you live, remember to stay hydrated, wear sun cream and dont stay out for too long!! stay safe everyone ☀

tags (open): @sstarryoong ; @oshimee ; @unh0ly-dr3am3r ; @septicrebel ; @alyszaen ; @writerracha ; @hyunluvxo ; @aestheticsluut ; @xcookiemonsteer ; @telesvng

#[ anon. ] #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #skz soft hours #skz soft thoughts #stray kids soft hours #stray kids soft thoughts #lee felix #felix #lee felix fluff #felix fluff #felix x you #felix x reader #lee felix x you #lee felix x reader #skz x you #skz x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids x reader

[astermath]

bae i’m not sure if u were asking 4 reqs with the prompt list but if u are !!! i’d love to see ur take on

— “not that i’m happy you’re sunburnt, but i am enjoying getting to be the one helping you put aloe vera on.”

with baby peter <3 i’m picturing his nose a little pink mmmm

— @inkluvs (ivy)

absolutely I was ajdkdk ty for sending one in bae <3 I love writing for peter sm, he’s so easy to fall back on yk?

pairing: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

word count: 0.4K

normal sized font below!

send me some heatwave prompts! <3

Peter hisses when your fingers make contact with his back. Although the aloe vera is supposed to be soothing, according to you, he’s not exactly enjoying it at first.

The two of you had gone out to the beach the day before, on a little much needed vacation. Your boyfriend, eager as ever to go into the ocean, had forgotten that yes, you do need to reapply sunscreen after you go into the water.

Needless to say the day after, most of his body was burned bad enough for him to resemble a lobster. Sadly for him, “lobster-man” doesn’t have the same ring to it, so he’ll have to cope with you helping him out for now.

“Will you sit still please? I need to work it into your skin baby.” You scolded him. You knew it was uncomfortable, but unless he wanted his skin to start peeling this was the best you could do for him.

“I’m sorry, it’s just— very cold.”

“I still can’t believe you didn’t know you had to reapply sunscreen.”

“I live in Queens baby, I never go to the beach. Besides, I wear a full body suit half the time, don’t need sunscreen when I’m covered head to toe.”

You were finally done with his back and shoulders, so you moved on to his front. His face was relatively spared from burning, which you were happy about. There was just a slight bit of redness on his cheeks and nose. It almost looked like a permanent blush.

You took his face in your hands, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips as a reward for sitting still. “Not that I’m happy that you’re sunburnt baby, but,” you put some of the liquid onto your fingers and gently applied it to his cheeks, “I am enjoying this though.”

“What, helping me put valo era on?”

“Aloe vera.”

“That’s what I said.”

“And yes, I am.” You smiled. “As much as I feel bad for you looking like a tomato, I’ll take any excuse I get for touching you.” You gave him a sweet, quick peck on the nose. “You’re all done baby.”

“Oh, but— what about my chest?”

You grinned. “I think you can manage to do that yourself, no? Besides, I thought you weren’t enjoying it.”

“No, well, I think you just— know how to do it better, you know?” He put on his most convincing smile. “Please?”

“You know I can never say no to you.” You took the cap off the tube again and squirted some of the gel onto your hand again.

#aster writes spiderman #petermath #+ tasm!spiderman #tasm!peter one shot #tasm!spiderman x you #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter imagine #tasm spiderman #tasm!peter x you #tasm!peter fluff #tasm!peter fanfiction #tasm!peter x y/n #tasm peter #tasm fic #tasm peter parker #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x fem!reader #peter parker x fem #peter parker fic

[64yrsold]

shiny collarbone

“You look so pretty in the sun, baby,” he smiled, pushing his sunglasses on top of his head.

I laughed, reaching out my hand for his. He encircled my hand with his, thumb warming the back of my hand. I sighed, leaning my head back into the plush of the beach chair.

“Are you happy?” he whispered, kissing at my knuckles. I smiled, watching his frown dissipate.

“I’m glowing,” I assured him, his shoulders sinking, “Don’t you think?”

“I’m sorry,” he laughed, getting up and sitting next to my outstretched legs, “I want it to be perfect, and I want you to feel comfortable.”

“Because I’m so uncomfortable,” I nodded, letting him caress the outside of my arm, his hand cold against my sun-drunk skin.

“I’ve never planned a vacation,” he ignored me, pulling off his sunglasses and fiddling with the hinge, “I usually just go, and end up somewhere.”

“Well, I’m glad we ended up here,” I tossed his sunglasses on his empty lounge chair.

“I can’t relax, I’m so busy thinking about what you’re thinking about,” he pressed a thumb into my forehead to solidify his point.

“I’m thinking about you,” I brushed a hand over his chest, “That’s all.”

“That’s all?” he popped an eyebrow, unimpressed.

I groaned, “I’m trying to be reassuring.”

“I know,” he softened, leaning in and tucking a wind-swept strand of hair behind my ear, “You’re so sweet.”

“Too sweet?” I smiled, watching his sunset-pink lips return the gesture.

“I’ve got a sweet tooth,” he pressed a kiss to my mouth, steadying me with a gentle hand on my jaw. He pulled back, frowning, “You’re really burning up, aren’t you?”

I shook my head, “I’m alright.”

He pressed two fingers against my lips, then my forehead, then back to my lips.

“I think I need to take you inside.”

“I’m okay, promise,” I kissed his cheek, “The sun is about to set, let’s stay.”

“The sun will set tomorrow,” he scooped me up, pressing me tight to his chest as he carried me back to the hotel room, “I don’t want you getting heat stroke.”

“I’m really fine,” I whined, but was easily soothed by the sway of his step and heat of his chest.

“I needed a reason to take you back to the room anyways,” he whispered, nudging open the balcony door and setting me on the edge of the bed. I bit my cheek, feeling my blood rush up my neck as he gazed down at me, palm to my cheek. He tilted his head to the side, skating a thumb across my cheekbone.

“Are you sunburnt?” he asked, kneeling to my eye level, “Or just blushing?” He dragged his knuckles gently down my face, from my temple to my jaw.

“Not sure,” I breathed, his fingers tracing down my neck to the strap of my bathing suit. He slipped two fingers under the fabric, pulling the strap off my shoulder. He hummed in disappointment, rubbing the pale line of skin thoughtfully.

“Sunburnt,” he nodded, gently kissing along my still-warm collarbone, “Do you want some aloe?”

I nodded, and he smiled, dropping a kiss to my cheek before crossing the room to his suitcase, grabbing the tube of gel.

“Does it hurt yet?” he asked, sitting on the bed against the headboard. He patted his lap, and I crawled to sit on his thighs.

“Not at all,” I leaned in for a kiss, but he stopped me with a hand on my shoulder.

“It’ll hurt tomorrow if you don’t let me do this,” he squeezed the aloe onto the pads of his fingers, spreading the cool gel over the high points of my cheekbones, “Feel nice?”

“Mhm,” I nodded, letting him swirl the aloe down my cheeks and over my forehead.

“Lift your chin for me, darling,” he tilted up my jaw with two guiding fingers, then rubbed the aloe over my neck and collarbones, “Your skin is so sensitive, isn’t it?”

“It’s not so bad,” I murmured, eyes closing as he massaged into my shoulders.

“I’ll watch you more carefully tomorrow,” he snapped the lid of the tube closed, tossing it to the nightstand.

“Done?” I placed my hands on his chest, reaching for his heartbeat.

“Unless you’re burnt anywhere else,” he raised an eyebrow, resting his hands on my wrists.

“Don’t think so,” I shook my head, “You want to check?”

“I was just thinking I should check,” he agreed, hands untying my top at the middle of my back. He flattened his palm against my bare back, flipping us over so I lay underneath him.

“Can you lay very still for me?” he smirked, kissing down my sternum and trailing a hand to my bellybutton, “I’ll have to look over you very closely.”

“Anything you say,” I whispered, and he laughed into my overheated skin.

“That’s what I like to hear, sweetheart.”

//

#matty healy #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #matty the 1975 #matty x reader #matty healy x reader #64matty #Spotify

[lyralit]

[ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪʙᴇ] ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀꜱ

[under the break bc this is really long]

red

lipstick

cherry

blood

crimson

scarlet

brick

vermilion

cardinal

wine

beetroot

lobster

mercury / mars

apple

maroon

ruby

claret

rosy

poppy

blushing

watermelon

strawberry

grapefruit

anne

orange

peach

tangerine

auburn

ginger

fire

fox

amber

gold / golden

tawny

burnt

venus

cantaloupe

carrot

pumpkin

Titian

yam

tiger

marmalade

pepper

rust

butterfly

fall

apricot

squash

clay

yellow

sunny

sand

butter

syrup

medallion

golden

bee

honey

daffodil

sunflower

buttercup

sandstone

corn

lemon

yolk

dandelion

taxi

saturn

sunset

pencil

banana

pineapple

duck

schoolbus

potato

green

grass

spring

herb

juniper

chartreuse

clover

lucky

leprechaun

seaweed

pickle

leafro

earth

pistachio

basil

emerald

alligator

army

aloe

jade

olive

matcha

lime

blue

sky

ocean

crest

navy

cadet

aqua

blueberry

butterfly

robin's egg

lapis

flame

peppermint

jay

lavender

corn

wheat

cobalt

slate

denim

peacock

arctic

sapphire

purple

mountain

dawn

heather

violet

grape

eggplant

amethyst

cheshire

crocus

bruise

blackberry

ube

lavender

grape

plum

lilac

periwinkle

black currant

iris

orchid

beet

pink

blush

flamingo

guava

rose

peony

cherry blossom

salmon

lemonade

bubblegum

lotus

pig

cotton candy

punch

coral

hot pink

pink panther

rose quartz

blobfish

dragon fruit rind

rhubarb

lipgloss

[bonus: shades]

black

panther

night

pitch

onyx

jet black

coal

penguin

suit

cat

obsidian

zebra

diamond

raven

bat

magnet

oil

ebony

ants

black pearls

plum

squid ink

truffle

shadow

grey

cloud

dust

rocks

silver

smoke

ash

graphite

dolphin

iron

basalt

titanium

tin

dove

pigeon

slate

scales

smoke

flint

steel

white

marble

pearls

dove

linen

snow

porcelain

alabaster

ivory

cloud

bone

rice

foam

whipped cream

lace

eggs

lily

coconut

milk

zebra

polar

cream

brown

chocolate

cocoa

rabbit

bear

squirrel

bark

chestnuts

cinnamon

coconut

teddy bear

violin

caramel

coffee

cydney's backyard fence

mocha

penny

walnut

gingerbread

paper bags

acorns

mud

courtesy of @cydthesciencekid

#in the end it's mostly listing things that are those colours haha #also half of these are names #colours #writerblr #lyralit #creative writing #writers #writing #writblr #writers block #writing ideas #rainbow colours #colour spectrum #drawing reference #writing reference #colour dictionary #colour

[otomes-and-tears]

AAAAA OKAYOKAYOKAY NEW FLUFFY IDEA FOR OL2!!

Qiu and Tama (separate),step 2 with a GN MC/Reader (Best Friend or crush status but yet to confess! Basically both parties are pining,being hopelessly in love HAHA) BUT THIS TIME IT'S SUMMER VACATION TIME!! Maybe they go on a trip on their own,try new summer-deserts etc! I didn't have a specific prompt or anything,I'm not sure which way you wanna write this idea in SO IT'S UP TO YOUU! I just thought cute,fluffy scenes would make both couples,respectively,A LOT LOT MORE CUTER!!

♦ A summer with Qiu and Tamarack ♦

► tags and warnings: GN reader

► words: 2103

► A/N: Broke my rules again by writing two one-shots.

SORRY! I LOVE QIU AND TAMARACK TOO MUCH

By the way— some of the dialogue is inspired by this prompt list!

► Masterlist

Tamarack

“Are you alright?” MC glances at Tamarack, worried. While their first instinct might’ve been to lightly tease her, it was overrun by concern when they saw just how miserable she seemed to be.

She considered the question for a moment before nodding her head “no”, her braided hair swishing from side to side at the motion, as MC tracks its movement with their eyes.

She knew better than to lie to them. It was obvious, for one, and they had known each other for long enough for Tamarack to accept that, sometimes, it was just better to give up and accept that MC is going to take care of her even if Tamarack insists that she’s fine.

Lying just meant that they’d be more worried.

MC quickly hand her a water bottle— the sole reason why they’d left the pool in the first place, and she readily accepts it, muttering a quiet “thank you” before opening the lid to take a sip. MC sits at the edge of the lounge chair she’s in, taking in the shade after a long day in the sun. Tamarack seems to brighten up a bit before having some water, but MC knows there’s no way it would help much with her current predicament— that being the fact that almost all surface of skin that wasn’t protected by her one-piece swimsuit was currently bright pink, and undoubtedly, hot to the touch.

Well, MC knew that Tamarack didn’t tan in the sun, she burned.

When they first met, and she wasn’t nearly and shy and quiet and afraid to bother as she is now, it wasn’t uncommon to see her with red shoulders, burned by the sun, when she inevitably forgot to put sunscreen on to play outside.

As she grew up, she was much more diligent about it. Both to save herself the trouble of dealing with the aftermath and to preserve her health.

In fact, MC was absolutely sure Tamarack had applied it a few hours ago, before they got in the pool.

MC was sure because they were the one who applied sunscreen to her back, and it took a lot of willpower on their part to absolutely not think about it and not make it a big deal because they were friends and it didn’t really mean anything, and they were deluding themselves into thinking that the pretty blush on her neck was related to them at all.

But then again… MC helped her apply it once, but didn’t see it being reapplied, since they were so busy playing in the pool— Oh.

“Wanna go inside?” MC suggests, so Tamarack doesn’t have to ask them and spend too long overthinking about having been bothersome, even though MC always makes sure to reassure her that it’s fine, and they’d much rather do something they’re both having fun with rather than something that only they’re enjoying. “You can shower first, and I can look for some Aloe gel we can use. I’m sure Mom has it in there somewhere.”

Mom always very practical, and had a way of always staying on top of situations like these, there was no doubt in MC’s mind that she saw this coming and prepared for the likely chance that it happened. 

Tamarack didn’t look convinced, looking over at MC with uncertainty. 

“Are you sure? Don’t you want to swim for longer?”

She asks, and MC doesn’t think twice before nodding no. 

“Nah, all that swimming made me a little tired.” They admit, with a smile. It was technically true, anyways. “I’m alright just chilling inside. Maybe we can play a board game or watch TV and eat ice cream!”

MC got up from the lounged chair there were perched at— their excitement over their new plans finally managing to convince Tamarack to give in. 

“I’m okay with anything as long as we can spend more time together.” Tamarack says, and MC’s heart flutters at her words “...And we’re away from the sun.”

MC offered one of their hands to her, which she gratefully accepted. It’s a gesture that they’ve repeated many times throughout the years, her soft hand grabbing theirs to lead them away to the woods, on their way home, through the corridors of their school or just holding for the sake of holding, because they were close and didn’t really need a reason to hold each other’s hand.

It didn’t need to mean much.

In fact, it shouldn’t mean anything at all, It was just like helping her with her sunscreen or spreading aloe on her back.

It’s a gesture that survived from their childhood years— a sign of their closeness and strong bond and friendship. Nothing more.

There was nothing romantic about it. 

Then why did such a simple, meaningless gesture mean so much to them?

Why did the heat of her palm make them dizzy? Why did their face flush? Why did they feel a sudden breathlessness they couldn’t explain away by the summer heat?

In truth, MC knew exactly why.

They had known it since the day Tamarack jumped out of a pile of leaves, giggling over having gotten the upperhand over the new kid, her hair glowing golden under the sunlight in a way that made her look so at home within the woods, MC could’ve sworn she was a fairy playing tricks on them.

Maybe they couldn’t name what they were feeling then, being too young to properly understand why the pretty girl that gave them affection so easily felt different from everyone else, but they were keenly aware of their feelings now, when they seemed to get more overwhelming by the day.

One day, they would gather enough courage to say something.

But that day wouldn’t be today, as they gently guide her inside, looking back to admire how her face seemed to redden even more at their touch and how soft her features looked when their eyes met.

extra

It’s an hour later when they’re sitting on the couch, Tamarack’s short legs streched over MC’s lap as they eat ice-cream, the newest Ariana Grande music video playing on the TV in one of the rare occasions MC managed to catch MTV playing music.

MC should be paying attention, they really should. Tamarack seems really engrossed in a story about the new piece she’s been practising on her cello, and how rude one of the violin girls was about her getting a note wrong when her violin was entirely out of tune the entire time, but the only thing MC can really focus on is how Tamarack smells like Aloe Vera gel and how when she’s snarking about annoying violin players, she rolls her eyes with a disdain Qiu could only dream about channelling, and it’s so cute it makes them fall in love with her all over again.

Qiu

“Ugh, I’m so hot.”

Mc whines, trying to walk a little faster to keep up with Qiu’s pace.

It was a terribly hot and humid day in the middle of the summer— one of those days where MC, usually, wouldn’t really bother trying to do anything more than melting on their couch.

Unfortunately for them, they had promised a week beforehand to join Qiu on the next outdoor movie session, which just happened to fall on the hottest day of summer.

Fun.

Well, realistically, they could’ve cancelled.

Qiu wouldn’t have minded it too much. They knew about MC’s aversion to heat, after all, and would’ve probably offered a good alternative or simply called another friend, who would be less annoying about being hot and sweaty.

But… It was Qiu they were talking about.

Qiu asked for their company, and even if they tried to sound really nonchalant about it, MC could tell that Qiu was excited and that this movie night meant a lot to them.

So MC would suck it up and do it for them. Even if they were hot, annoyed and could feel the sweat making their shirt cling to their body in a way they could only describe as uncomfortable.

“Love the confidence.”

Qiu says, without missing a beat, and MC doesn’t know it they should laugh or turn away and go home right now.

They end up deciding on rolling their eyes and hitting their arm playfully. Qiu laughs at their frustration, and it would be annoying if it the sound of their laugh wasn’t so endearing.

“Shut up.”

Mc says, but there’s no heat in it. They could never say it and mean it, and Qiu knows that.

Maybe that’s why they’re so smug all the time.

When they’re like this— walking together and teasing each other, Mc can almost pretend like they’re on a date.

That Qiu didn’t really mean to invite them to watch a movie as friends, but as something more. That the way they looked at MC wasn’t just out of fondness for a close friend, but as someone they loved in the way MC wanted to be loved.

But it’s not like they’d allow themselves to indulge too much in this fantasy. No. Qiu wouldn’t look at MC in the way they wanted Qiu, and it was too selfish to expect that of them.

Not when Qiu already didn’t rely on too many people. Their friendgroup was small and tight-knit and being included was a huge sign of their trust on MC.

Trust as a friend.

Best friend, maybe.

And MC was more than willing to pretend like it didn’t hurt them if it meant more days like this, where Qiu seemed so content and relaxed just by walking with MC in silence.

“We’re almost there.”

Qiu comments, breaking MC out of their reverie.

If they noticed MC staring at them, they’re merciful enough to not comment on it this time, which they’re immesefully grateful for. They don’t know if they have the mental capacity of dealing with more of Qiu’s teasing today without becoming a blushing mess.

MC can just see the entrance of the park when they feel the first raindrops. They freeze, and grab Qiu by the sleeve before they can take another step.

“Autumn… I think it’s going to rain.”

Their warning doesn’t come quick enough. Qiu looks at the MC as they feel the rain growing in intensity, and can just manage to start running before it starts pouring.

Of course. Summer showers always seemed to happen when it’s most inconvenient.

They’re soaking wet by the time they reach the park and manage to hide away in the closest structure with a roof— that being a bandstand, because of course the universe would present MC with a perfect romance-movie scenario when they’re already stupidly in love with their best friend who definitely doesn’t reciprocate their feelings.

“You think they’ll still show the movie?”

MC asks, a little hopeful and all too willing to break the silence and any treacherous trains of thought about how Qiu still managed to look pretty like this.

And how close they were, and how it would be just so easy to reach out and kiss them.

“I don’t think so.” Qiu answers, obviously annoyed by it. “The equipment must be wet— and the grass will be too. They might postpone it to another day.”

Mc agrees with their assessment, and they stand in silence for another moment, just watching the rain fall.

“I’m sorry we’ll miss your movie. I know you were excited to watch it.”

MC says, after a moment, and Qiu just shrugs, like it’s no big deal and disappointment isn’t etched on their face.

“It’s fine.” When Qiu and Mc’s eyes meet the disappointment seems to melt away in Qiu’s face, and they smile. It’s small, almost imperceptive, but MC knows it’s there and that they had another idea. “I think we’ll be here for a while… And we still have the food we brought.”

They hold up the picnic basket they were holding, and MC immediately understands what they’re hinting at.

“Ever the problem solver, huh?”

MC teases, and Qiu considers it a yes to their unasked question. Between both of them, they quickly set up their impromptu picnic, determined to still have a good time together, even if it wasn’t quite like they’d imagined it.

Extra

“You know, I’ve seen romance movies that start like this.” Qiu comments, smiling teasingly in a way that makes MC think that they know too much. They flush, looking away, not quite knowing how to respond to Qiu’s implication, and they’re too happy at their inaction. “You’re too cute.”

God, Qiu is going to kill them one of these days.

#writing the cul de sac trio in the summer just seems...... wrong #bee’s writing #our life 2 #our life now and forever #olnf #olnf hcs #our life headcanons #qiu lin #our life qiu #our life tamarack #tamarack baumann

[sukunasun]

Thinking about how Geto was only going to ask that chubby reader out so Mahito wouldn’t get the chance to fuck with her, only for her to find out about it after really hitting it off with Geto… ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ᵐᵃᵏᵉᵘᵖ ˢᵉˣ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʷʰᵃᵗ’ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵒᶦⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ʰᵘʳᵗ ʷᶦᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵉᶜᵒⁿᵒᵐʸ

read the prologue here!

when geto makes those first steps towards you, walking into your light and seeing for the first time a woman who's unlike any other, he doesn't feel like he could say the same things. doesn't whisper all the dirty things he wants to do you or the empty promises he won't keep. doesn't make you swoon and flatter you like he does with everyone else because ultimately it wouldn't work. you weren't that kind of girl, and he shouldn't treat you as such. or rather he can't.

and he believes himself to be the lesser evil here, that he does it to protect you from impending heartbreak but won't admit there's a selfish inkling in him. no matter the reasons he tells himself, the excuses that ease his conscience, he knows he does this because no one else can have you. 

pictures you with another man and feels an unease stirring, a jealous thing prickling all over. with mahito scheming his way into your heart. or maybe with gojo who'd make you laugh and buy you pretty things. either way, he knows they'd be better choices because they possess a whole lot more self-control to definitely last longer than a week before falling in love. whereas geto’s already having expectations, yearns to leap straight into your depths, diving deep the moment he comes close.

you’re ethereal, godly, a beauty that is untouched. all full curves and eyes so honest, you don't try to hide it. a keening gaze peeking under glittering makeup. one that looks through to him. a face so visually stimulating, so incredibly stunning is he—wandering over the line of his nose coming down to a fine point, the bridge resting between trimmed eyebrows. loose strands of hair falling over his face, you itch to brush it aside, to feel just how soft it is. all that beer in his system making him bloom red, it lingers on his neck, on collarbones peeking underneath a muscle tee, hollowed and arched. calling out for you leave a mark there, darkening maroon over his pink flush.

you’re aware that he was speaking, aimed at you. stop staring, you know his name, call him geto—"wow, you're really tall–" is what you utter instead. a second later, your skin heats from embarrassment at your own lack of manners. "i'm s-sorry, i didn't mean to be rude." so caught up in him you don't notice when you're about to slip, tripping over heels that barely give you any height compared to him.

with his stature towering over you, his hands come up to steady you in an instant. “i got you,” he says, and it sends your heart racing because he’s so close, your noses almost touching, his lips less than an inch away from yours. you've seen them smirking, smiling, parted around the laughs that rise from his belly, bright teeth lighting up a face that's hard to resist, the same face that stole your heart tonight, the very moment he locked eyes with you, and you didn't think it was possible to fall any harder. 

you hide your face behind your drink, biting your lip over a woozy smile but it only adds to that growing attraction he feels, how endearing you were that he’s blushing. actually blushing. when has he ever felt this need to be protective, possessive over a complete stranger? 

he's always been able tell a person's motives, wishing for his affection and attention just until the high wears off, until the adrenaline dies down and they're coming to their senses. realization hits the morning after and it's blinding. so revealing in broad daylight—the stench of cigarettes in the air, his body aching with something sickly, guilt drooping his shoulders and regret pouring down the lining of his lungs like syrupy black treacle. caught in heavy sighs, in his pounding head, in a clenching chest when they say something along the lines of "that was fun, but i'm not looking for anything serious right now"—living happily ever after will never be on his cards and you were going to see it the same way eventually. reminds himself he's not meant to have women like you, who wear angel costumes, who thinks this was the start of something special, that you’re meeting the love of your life and believes him to be worthy of it. 

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so geto falls for you after three dates.

well, he never called them dates. just took you to random places he'd thought you'd enjoy and he wanted to keep doing it—the first one had to be a classic; a movie then dinner afterwards, he chose to watch an animated film because he can't be bothered pretending to like something pretentious, then an afternoon at a cafe but the kind that serves good food and isn't just an instagram trap, and last week he made you a playlist, one that he titled after your name and had you listening to it in his car on a loop—by the time the fourth one arrives, he invites you over to his place. 

a black cabin that's modern and sleek, he tells you he enjoys the seclusion and calls it his little utopia in the woods. he's balanced the wooden accents with warm lights and giant glass windows that bathes the room in natural sunlight, some furs for his bed compliment the woven rugs, and he's left his books all over the floors, opened and laid flat on its pages, a sweater or two on the couch, there are empty beer cans lining the countertop, and in the corner, his guitar lays dormant on its back. “sorry for the mess,” geto calls from the kitchen, already preparing you a cup of tea. but you think it just looks like a place that’s lived in. it’s his home. 

plus there's a pool. the kind that has a built in jacuzzi and the water flows over the edge to give the appearance of it extending to the horizon. looking out, you take in the view of mountains lined with silver moonlight, blue and green reflecting of the surface, dark blacks in the shadows and jagged edges, trees rooted tall and mingling with fog. the cicadas are chirping and city lights dance in the distance, far away. there are a millions stars shining above tonight but you only want to watch him, lazing around in the blue.

geto dips below once before his head crests over the surface, coming up for air and propping his feet at the very bottom. it's deep, but the water only comes up to his sternum. it ripples beneath his large hands as he brings them up to slick his hair back. “the water’s nice, you should join me,” he says, coming closer towards you with slow, measured steps, wading through with ease. a playful glint in his eye warns you of the night to come and you feel that familiar heat dipping low. thinking of the nasty things that shall ensue, your fantasies coming to life here, in geto’s house, alone, in the middle of nowhere.

knowing where this will possibly lead doesn’t help your nerves, this the defining moment of any relationship, the part where everything becomes official. you'd sleep with him tonight because geto's the kind of person who teases, makes you stutter over your words, pinches your cheeks and calls you beautiful when you know that's hardly ever the case. but every time he looks at you, trailing behind your every step, worshipping the ground you walk on, it’s obvious he cares for you. there was no way he wouldn't put you first and make you come til you saw stars.

but you shake your head in protest, curling in towards yourself and trying to look anywhere besides his half naked form. reduced to staring at your legs dangling from where you sit, gently kicking underwater. when he’s meeting you at the edge of the pool, he brings your knees apart, keeping your legs locked behind him before placing his palms flat by your sides, tilting his head to meet your eyes, “what’s the matter, do you feel shy?” he asks, a smirk breaking over his face. 

your chest rise and falls with bated breath. spotting the drops sliding down his face in rivulets, caught in his eyelashes, clear and reflecting off the pool lights below. dripping from his chin, it runs down his broad chest and his scent alone is intoxicating. smelling of chlorine and something crisp, wet. like drenched earth soaked by a beautiful, luminous, magnetic rain after a long drought. dry juniper berry, patchouli, green leaves and moss. you wish to say yes, because he really does make you shy and aroused and impulsive and all these feelings you can’t control. “i'm sorry but we can’t have sex tonight–” you blurt out.

a confused look crosses his face, "who said anything about sex?"

"isn't that why you invited me over?" you ask in return, giving him the same puzzled look. one that turns more flustered as the realization dawns on you. had this been a one-sided thing all along? took one look at your body as it is now without the snug shapewear or the pretty fabrics and felt mortified, all your curves on display, squishy thighs and your tummy folds pressed up against his abdomen. you're surprised you ever thought this night was meant to be more than what it was; just time spent with him, in this undefined thing you can’t put a name to. 

geto breathes a heavy sigh and cups your face in his hands, looks right into your eyes so you know he means it, "i brought you out here because i like being around you and i like being with you. you don't have to do anything you don't want to," he clarifies, serious but gentle. 

it doesn't do much in assuring you. "but i want to be yours,” you admit, albeit softly but he hears the dejection, "and how would i know you're mine? that you aren't seeing someone else."

in the the silence that follows, his thumbs slowly caress over your cheeks squished between his palms. anything to wipe the sad look off your face. "i've been yours all along." he whispers, thinks he couldn’t be more obvious. you’re in his old t-shirt that bears his scent, now it rubs off on you. spilled over your body so you tied a knot at the side, tightening it around your breasts, nipples peeking through from the cold. it stirs that same greedy, selfish feeling within him—the image of you in his clothing, those thoughts of sleeping with him swimming in your head, he wants to hear them—there was no way he'd think of being with anyone else, let alone sleep with them, not when you existed. not when he spends every sleeping and waking hour dreaming of you. 

he wouldn’t fuck you for his own self-indulgence, he’d want to do it right. all on your own time, your own terms. pin your hands over your head and make love to you, slowly rutting over and over until you begged him to stop. he'd make you feel so beautiful that you wouldn't need to question it ever again. not to mention that he'd already plan to cook you breakfast in the morning should you decide to stay the night, left your favourite snacks in his fridge, brought in fruits from the farmers market for you. "will you be mine?" he whispers to you, and only you.

a simple nod was your answer, hands coming up to wrap around his neck and you lay a kiss right above his adam’s apple, sealing the deal. 

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the first time was a revelation, how he realized halfway as he's thrusting into you that he owns you. and he fucks you like he knows it.

you had been so skittish, so hesitant. shy smiles and turning your face away every time he'd get so far as to leave a kiss on your forehead, squeeze your thigh as he takes you on a night drive. you resisted but he felt the heat and the rising goosebumps on your skin, heard you shuddering and stifling your moans, biting into your lip. you're absolutely hooked and he'd only stay patient as he unravels you bit by bit.

until the day comes when you're waking him up in the middle of the night straddling him, grinding your panties over his tightening boxers, over the bulge that forms. his cock hardening as he stirs awake to the sight of your sweet pussy, so wet and needy for it, leaking through the fabric and staining his, trying to get as much of him inside you. your trembling legs can't keep yourself up for long as you rock back and forth, already desperate to rest on his chest and succumb to him, having him pound into you and you’ll take it like the good girl he believes you to be. "i want you to touch me," you pout at him, voice wavering and uncertain, a little hoarse from having just woken up, unsurprisingly, from a wet dream. one starring the man below you who's struggling to keep his composure. oh he's ruined you and he knows it, swears then and there that he'd give you more than just his touches, wonders what he'd ever done to wake up to this; a new side he's pulled out of you, coming to the surface just for him. 

the doubt in your eyes wounds him, preposterous is the thought that you weren’t enough, that you didn’t deserve him when he’s a man who’s selfish and perverted and he takes and takes from you, like he's defiled and made you into a horny little thing. he should thank every god and deity for being in your presence, that he gets to taste your skin and kiss your lips, hear your moans singing out for him and it kills him. with sweat beading on his forehead, he uses every fiber of his being to hold it out. constantly feels like he's on the edge, like a rubber band about to snap in an instant because you're gripping him so tight, squeezing down every time he pushes in but it's only because you love it so much. makes you feel so full and stretched out and no one has ever gotten this far with you, no one had ever wanted the chubby girl who kept her nose in her books, always the biggest person in every room, never going after the guys she liked for fear of rejection. what had he seen in you at that party, you'll never know, but geto suguru chose you and it's all you ever need, it's why you keep looking up at him like he's hung the moon and stars for you. where all you feel is his pounding heart beneath your fingers, the words he snarls into your skin as he grinds and bucks his hips. he's going to break you. absolutely wreck you.

geto had expected to feel guilty about it, that he wouldn't be able to follow through, yet every time he breathes in your scent, hears his name leave your lips, feels the way you’re clawing into his back, fingernails etching in lines over his tattooed skin, the beautiful, pure, almost unearthly thing that you are makes his cock weep with the need to claim you fully, to worship your body, live inside you. that would be heavenly, to always be buried inside his angel and say fuck you to the world, he’d only need this, now and forever. 

and he can't begin to tell you any of it. like he's going to lose his mind if he gives in, his entire world now found in your pleading face, your soft voice, "i'd do anything for you," you beg and he sees the hearts floating in your eyes, admiring him, fawning and adoring. "you're so beautiful, you're so perfect," you cry out, swollen lips forming around the words. tear stained cheeks puffing out, rounded hands, smooth and soft trailing down his neck, goosebumps rising to meet your fingertips. leaving behind these trails that burn his skin, settling deep in his bones like a balm, these soothing, healing touches that make him groan and whine like a wounded animal from how good it feels, how he's been longing for it so much that he doesn't want it to end, forget about wishing or hoping, he'd put the work in and beg for it. and he wants to so bad. wants to love you with everything he's got.

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the night of his birthday party rolls around and despite wanting a quiet night in, geto’s unable to escape the onslaught of questions about it.

so he sends out invites via text, quick fingers tapping away, a swooshing sound dings, it reads: ‘party at 8, byo drinks’. all to people he isn’t close to nor would he care if they’d showed up. this way, there wouldn’t be a clash of interests, doesn’t like mixing his circles of peers for that very reason because it would be like sending you into a lion’s den. these are not the kind of people who would be friends with you and he would know this because all anyone wants to do is get distracted with the superficial. plus, he used to be one of them too. ‘used to' being the keyword. past tense. but he’s yet to actually be rid of them. 

still, you make your way over to his place to surprise him because that's what any loving person would do. simmering with excitement, you find geto by the pool, the one with the jacuzzi and the beautiful view, the one that's too deep for you, the one that held the memories of the first night spent with him. moving a little closer to where he's lounging on a deck chair, you keep out of geto’s sight. 

among the crowd, you don’t recognize every face but mahito’s is hard to miss. it’s pretty, the kind that reminds you of idol singers and fashion models. but looking into his eyes from afar, you see no sign of emotion, glazed over with pure apathy. always hiding in dark corners and whispering in people’s ears, disguising his unsolicited, wicked comments behind a cheery voice. “i didn’t think you’d show up,” he says innocently, or rather what he believes sounds innocent when you can read through the sly expression on his face.

you cross your arms, keeping your narrowed eyes on him. “of course i’d be here, i’m his girlfriend.” you reply. at the sound of your voice, geto shoots up from his seat immediately, eyes widening and his face taking on a flush that clearly said he hadn’t expect your arrival.

mahito brings a hand up to geto’s shoulder, pulling him closer whilst scanning your figure head to toe. he smirks, sipping his drink. how sweet. calling yourself 'his girlfriend' seemed like the kind of thing you would do, as if you were still a teen and that these labels meant something. out of all the types of women he’d like, you were his favourite. pure of heart, always so willing to believe in love and the fantasy of it. he could see why geto wanted to keep you all to himself and he doesn’t ignore this fact, instead, he thinks he should do something with it, messing with your feelings just because he can. “you know it was all a bet right? he only asked you out because i told him to,” he says, a smug look appearing on his face. 

initially, he'd forgotten about the whole thing, which isn't surprising because nothing peaks his interest for long. wasn't actually going to act upon whatever bullshit he was spouting to geto that night because it was all in good fun, to plant the seeds of disillusionment in him because he's always been an easy target. it's his fault really for having you as a weakness. mahito continues to relay his conversation with geto that night. gives you a wide smile throughout as if he's actually enjoying the way your face drops, resolve crumbling the more he goes on. geto on the other hand stays exactly where he is. doesn’t fight back or tries to deny it and mahito relishes at how powerless he is, what a coward, the man can’t even say it with his own words. 

you don’t look away from geto, hoping that he’d say something to dispute these claims. where was he, where was the man you love. “he wouldn’t do that, he cares about me,” you defend him, because the man mahito speaks of is not at all like the geto suguru you know.

“are you sure about that?” mahito questions and your heart sinks. of course you were sure, although you didn't know anymore. doubts igniting and spreading through you like a wildfire. uncontrolled, consuming any belief and assumption you had about geto all at once. 

your plan to surprise him on his birthday—spent hours imagining all the ways it’d be perfect, show up in a dress you made knowing he’d like it and he could touch as much as he wanted, smell that expensive perfume on your neck, you’d kiss his cheek and leave the sparkly gloss behind, you’d make him dread it a little less, make his wishes come true—all of it flushed down the drain with just five words. 

with eyes dart back and forth between the both of them, you plead, "please tell me it isn't true," on the verge of tears, you bite the inside of your lip to keep from welling up. 

“it’s not what you think,” geto finally speaks but he doesn't have the guts to look at you, and you see the guilt plastered across his face, paralyzing his body and keeping it rooted there. not only proving mahito speaks the truth but that your entire relationship had been a lie.

“i’m really sorry you had to find out this way, but let’s be honest—” mahito laments, walking over to where you stand and you don't feel a semblance of warmth when he leans close to your ear, humming at your obvious discomfort, and whispers “—he was never going to fall for you.”

in a split second, a jarring flash of red splatters everywhere. there's a loud gasp from the crowd, then a scream. as the music starts to muffle in your ears, every guest clambers towards the scene, wanting to get every bit of the action. 

geto snaps and all hell breaks loose. mahito is raised from where he lies flat on his back, collar fisted in geto's grip. blow after blow, he repeatedly throws punches til he feels something give under the brute force of his knuckles, splitting flesh and clashing against bone. every impact bringing a thudding sound along with it. there are lines of hot blood running down mahito's face, pooling in his mouth, in between his teeth when he gives geto a sinister grin before he passes out on the cold ground.

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the family mart down the street is heaven on earth on nights like these.

steam puffs from the aluminium lid of the instant ramen set before you and despite your efforts in keeping it completely sealed, the sides pop out anyway. still, you take in the smell of spicy broth and vegetable flakes, in just a few minutes you'll be greeted with the taste of salty, peppery goodness, chewing on thick strands of noodles and fine cuts of donko mushroom. always consistent, it'll never disappoint. and it's the only comfort you get tonight. that and the burning heat in your fingertips when you hold on to it tight, hoping it'll soothe the ache a little. the fluorescent lights are too bright, emitting this white light that does nothing to hide the hot tears that drip, your sniffling nose, and the smudged makeup. all of it coming undone.

you catch your reflection in window and realize that you look every bit a woman in distress, definitely pitiful and pathetic, but ultimately like someone who's heartbroken. even more so when the kid working the cash register keeps looking over at you with a worried expression on his face. 'TOGE', as his name tag reads, works by the front, he stirs fishcakes in the boiling oden and arranges the onigiri in the freezer while the two other staff members are pretending to stock biscuits behind you. they’re not the best at being discreet.

everything sucks and everything hurts. but at least the noodles are done. 

“you’re going to burn your fingers,” a hand reaches out to grab yours and the first thing you see are his knuckles, raw and bleeding. that familiar jolt runs through you and you look up to see geto with blood splatters on his white shirt. instinctually, you reach out to him with your other hand before you could tell yourself to stop, thumb brushing over his wounds with barely any pressure. geto melts into your touch then, brings your clasped hand up to his cheek and closes his eyes, savouring the residual heat from the noodles, your soft flesh upon his, every bit of you he can get.

“you can let go-" you try to pull away—

“no, i won’t,” he snaps. so weak is he to want this, he needs it. could never be like you when no amount of instant ramen or late night snacking would ever comfort him. “i can't," his voice drops to a quiet whisper.

"please, i'll just pretend none of this ever happened." you whisper back. hoping that maybe if you didn’t think about it, it’ll be like it never existed. geto would have just been a blip on on a radar, gone as soon as it came. 

he latches on tighter, “don’t leave me,” he chokes, “you said you’d do anything for me.” your fingertips buzz, going numb in his grasp. he’s clinging for dear life. you’ve never seen him this beaten, still the same man, but one who’s defenseless, desperate because he knows what's coming and he can’t bear it, you’d survive this. come out the other end knowing better, while he’s second guessing if he’d ever go on living a life without you.

“that was before,” you yank it away reluctantly at his words. “and you can’t just throw it back in my face like that, i said it because i loved you and i thought you lov–” you bite your lip and swallowed thickly, that lump in your throat keeps forcing it’s way up, every exhale is forced and it takes so much within you not to sob. he was never going to fall for you. a stray tear falls and it’s hot against your cheek, "just forget it." your voice cracked, hand rising up to wipe over your burning eyes. 

“he was going to hurt you, angel,” your heart almost stops when the name falls on your ears and geto seems to realize it too, “i meant that night at the party–” he explains, “you were dressed as an angel, he was going to ask you out and i couldn’t let it happen.” his voice croaks out like he's accepted defeat. for some time, he thought he’d be able to hide the truth from you forever because you were happy, and so was he. it’d be enough to have you, consequences be damned, he’d only wanted to hold on to it for as long as he could. 

"you made me believe you had feelings for me, that you liked me," you sobbed then, crying openly without a care if a customer walked in, or if they saw you from across the street. the staff is probably watching with shocked, gaping mouths right now, but this was the end and you would let it out. you had to. 

“i did it for you, had you fallen for him, what then?" fuck, he doesn’t want to think about it. looks at you with eyes that are reddened and weary. the pain and exhaustion starts to creep up, his body aching. the remains of adrenaline from the fight wearing off and souring in his bloodstream. the room starts to spin, he has to get to a hospital asap but the last thing he cares about is broken bones or bruises when he's utterly hopeless.

in a last attempt to salvage the situation, he reaches out towards you. it can't end like this, not in a convenience store, not on his birthday, not when everything is unfinished and unspoken and left to be buried down. he'll explain it all. who cares about the bet, he knows his feelings were real. he has to tell you how he feels, now or never.

but you flinch from his hold, swatting his hand away. "i’m perfectly capable of making my own choices, so you don't have to worry about me anymore," you say, stern and with finality. turning away from him and walking out. leaving him and the overcooked noodles behind.

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"i didn't think you had it in you," is the first thing shoko says during the last ten minutes of his birthday. they're both leaning against the hood of her car in a hospital car park after she’s dressed his wounds. barely felt any semblance of pity for him the way she rolled her eyes before stretching her gloves on and doing what she does best.

"yeah, well, he saw it coming," geto shrugs dismissively, flips open a pack of menthols and offers it to her like old times. only one though because these were expensive—he thinks he’s been charged extra for them after causing such a scene ( ‘TOGE’ who works the cash register apparently has little patience for terrible men who make their girlfriends cry)—and also because shoko’s a doctor, they aren’t meant to consume these things and get away with it. 

the air smells like a heady mix of disinfectant and tobacco. she takes a long drag, then exhales smoke, flicking off ash gathered at the end. "i would understand breaking his nose, but did you really have to give him a concussion?" her lips quirk up at the corners, thinking back to the last few hours spent stitching an unconscious mahito’s face, staples down his jaw holding skin together. he’d survived, she thinks, although she isn’t a hundred percent sure about it either. for his sake, better if geto doesn’t see him alive and well, shoko doubts it’s last time it’ll ever happen. 

"how was i supposed to know he'd black out," geto doesn’t show any sign of remorse in his expression, no guilt or regret in beating the shit out of him, his intention clear and written all over his face. he wanted that man dead.

annoyed, she clicks her tongue at him, "tsk, you're a real piece of work you know that. why'd you do it?" it would be easier if this had been an accident, shoko has only ever seen him this distressed that one time him and gojo had a fallout. only gets like this when push comes to shove and geto's about to lose the most important thing in his life. which could only mean—

"would you believe me if i said i did it for love?" geto says without any hint of mockery. she looks at him for a second, gauging if he really means it and comes to find him sighing with his entire body, a face reminiscent of his younger self is reflected off the windshields, so lost and unsure. come to think of it, she doesn’t remember a time where he’s ever looked any different in the last few years. 

“fucking hell,” she breathes out, laughing until her shoulders shake. he's unbelievable.

geto smiles and chuckles along with her, “it sure feels like it,” doesn’t mind her unsympathetic bedside manner here knowing he’s made her put up with a lot. he brings his cigarette up, inhales, then blows a final drag out, letting it seep through his parted lips in a steady, flowing stream. the seconds count down to the final minute and geto uses the very last of it to confess, “i fucked up, sho."

shoko nods to show that she's heard him. still, she doesn't ask for the details and she never gets personal. “well, it happens to the best of us. either you move on or you try again i guess.” geto doesn’t need a shoulder to cry on, she’s never been his rock or his partner in crime and it’s not about to start happening now. not when gojo’s still out there being the mopey son of a bitch that he is. if only they just talk about their issues instead of having her stuck between these two and their antics. 

“happy birthday suguru, take care of yourself,” shoko stubs her cigarette on the ground and the last of it’s flame dies out on the asphalt. orange light fading into nothing. 

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months later, geto lays out a picnic blanket by the lake. yellow gingham beneath your tucked feet, there are threads fraying on the edges, old and worn but soft to the touch. it compliments the sundress you wear, lilac off the shoulder, you tug at the hem wishing you had chosen something a bit more modest the way it keeps riding up your thighs.

it feels so nice like this, comfortable, content. your lips quirk up as you breathe it all in, hair billowing in the wind, your fingers gently comb them away, sighing when it tickles your skin, the sound of babbling water and the smell of grass accompanies the two of you. it makes being in his presence less awkward after it's been the one thing you were dreading. the fact that you decided to meet him here today was already more than he'd expected given that you had all the right to move on and never speak to him again. 

under the shade of a tree, he watches you the same way he did that night at the halloween party. “you’re beautiful,” he whispers, avid and breathless. "you were then, and you are now—the most beautiful thing i've ever seen.”

in the corner of your eye you see his jaw clench, breath hitching, saying it has never felt this remorseful. “i never wanted to hurt you." he admits and you look to him then, seeing him reach over and gently cup one of your hands in his. the same hands that were broken and bleeding and brutal, now healed and his skin made anew. "i know i made it seemed like it was for your own good but..." he trails off, clenching and unclenching his grasp, rubbing over your knuckles, hand still firm in yours. "i went into it knowing i'd fall for you and i did. i told you i was yours and i meant it, all of it, nothing was an act.

in the distance, a storm starts to brew. and right here, vulnerable and bare, geto rights his wrongs. —"i'm sorry," he says once, then again, and again, until he chokes on the words, until the first drops of rain hit your shoulders and mask his tears but you reach out to cup his face then in a rush, clambering into his lap and you don't hold back, deciding then and there to allow yourself this; the warmth of his embrace, the shape of his body against yours, to accept him fully, to forgive.

you clutch him tightly, fingers going numb but you weren't bothered, if it were up to you, you’d never let him go again. “i choose you geto suguru—you're all i want, my heart is yours, i'm yours," through a hoarse throat, you cry out what you both needed to hear and you kiss him for the first time in months. two lips meeting like parted lovers, earnest, passionate. teeth clashing, breathless and sobbing and with everything you have. tasting like rain and sweet, sweet, absolution.

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geto stares at you from where he's sitting on the edge of his bed, toweling his damp hair. as the thunder continues to roll and rumble in the distance, rain pelts against the large window overlooking grey and cloudy skies. lightning strikes through sporadically, lighting up his dim room with flashes. you keep your eyes glued to your feet, completely wet from head to toe, your skin dripping and hair a little frizzy in places. random strands sticking to your cheeks and neck, and within moments, those bits would feel like icicles and so would the smooth wooden floor beneath your feet. 

"c'mere," he demands, but softly, only once. not wanting to hear your protests and your feet move on their own volition, all to the sound of his beck and call. makes those few heavy steps towards him, pitter, patter. anxiously but your body knows he means no harm, that he’s the only man you could give into and he’d only care for you because geto brings you leg up and props it between his thighs then. wraps a hand around your ankle before caressing it there. my ankle, this belongs to me, along with every other part of you. he starts to pat you dry, soft cotton gliding up your shin, up the back of your knee, all while his hand massages your flesh, inching upward toward your thigh then finds his place under your dress, over the curve of your ass. 

“i'll show you just how much i want you," he'll prove it, if not with his words then with his hands. caresses, kneads, then squeezes the soft globe of your ass that fits in the palm of his hand, large and warm against your skin. "how much i desire you–" geto's voice comes out raspy and low, sends your body shivering as his hands start pulling your dress off. peeling it at gradual pace. the hem rising to reveal your soft thighs, you keep them close together, getting shy when he sees in between them, your panties are soaked through. from the rain obviously and not because he has that effect on you. 

you grab onto his shoulders, timidly murmuring "does this count as our first time...officially?" his movements come to a complete halt then, leaning back to look at you with a stern, almost offended look on his face.

geto chose not to answer you, but instead lifts you by the hips and sets you down on his mattress with a little force. a tiny squeal leaves your lips as he pins you there, his knees on either side of you and an impatient, hungry look upon his face. the kind that makes you melt all over as your legs part on their own. the growls rumbling in his chest rings through you and lightning flashes, his greedy hands, fisting, scrunching your dress into a damp, flimsy thing he pulls it down your breasts with little effort. letting them free, the fabric stretches to its limits before being ripped down the middle, unveiling you like a meal he's been craving for. starving. 

he presses his tongue flat against your exposed nipple, lapping softly before bringing it between his lips and suckling gently. “you think i’d let you forget what we did that night?” he taunts, breath blowing against it, your goosebumps rising along with the tension in your belly, a heat coiling when you know exactly what he's hinting at. remembering just how perfect you were that night under him. he’s gripping your hips tight in an almost painful hold and pulls you in closer, “should i remind you?” he grits out and you feel his bulge pressing into your center, hot and throbbing, his blood pulsing through, hips bucking and rubbing himself against you.

in that moment, you reach up, burying your fingers in his hair and pulling him in until his forehead gently settles against yours and geto keeps your gaze. watches your lustful eyes and panting breath, “there’s no need,” you say, “we’ll do it better this time,” you kiss him, slow and lingering, on his lips, then his chin, a peck on the line of his jaw, and finally, over his adam’s apple, sealing the deal, again, and again.   

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the rain doesn’t stop, instead, it only gets heavier, coming down with harsh winds by the time he’s flipped you over, placed you flat on your stomach beneath him and murmurs "you're gonna lose your voice," right above your ear, stopping mid-thrust and taking in the dazed expression on your face. reduced to a tipsy, drunk mess, heavy lidded eyes peering up at him. blissful and hypnotised, your mouth parted around breathless moans, babbling and incoherent when all you can think about is the shape of him inside, snug and slick and all yours.

geto reaches over for a bottle of water on the nightstand, one he's placed there knowing he'd need it when he’s always turning into a heated, sweaty mess around you, losing his mind, his stamina extending for hours and hours. would like to think it's because the sex is amazing, that it’s because he's into it more than ever now when previously, all it took was one round to knock him out, make him feel cheap and dirty all over. but that wouldn't be giving you any credit, you do it to him, again and again. nothing makes sex feel better than having a partner who cares about you. 

still buried inside you, every maneuver is felt as he keeps his weight on your back. can't help but shiver and twitch all over when his tip presses in a little more, every ridge and vein of his cock rubbing your walls, brushing against your clit. you’re writhing your hips impatiently, aching for him to move again, pleading for him to start pounding you like he was three orgasms ago.

"shh, i got you angel," he coos. hearing it sets a fire alight within you, heat coiling in your tummy at the sound of him calling you a name he's bound to you. he twists the cap off and brings it to his lips, the condensation drips over your skin and you whine in anticipation when it stings then subsides a second later. he pours it in his mouth without swallowing, keeps it there in the hollows of his cheeks before he leans forward and grips your jaw in his hand, holding it in place with his thumb and index finger, urging for you to open up. and you do, without hesitation. geto's icy cold lips meet yours then so does his tongue, the water that flows from his mouth into yours tastes like a breath of fresh air, crisp and cool. his tongue laps at yours when you gulp it down, it soothes your dry throat. excess running like rivers dribbling along the length of your neck.

when he pulls away, a line of drool trails in between the both of you, he's going back in for another kiss, another bite, addicted to the taste, eating up your lazy whimpers. your tongue chases after him along with your hips when you grind up, ass pushing into him, garbled moans mixed with you begging for him to move faster, thrust harder as you squeeze down on his cock. mewling “please, please, i’ve been good," always asking for it so nicely although he's being this mean, this withholding from you. 

spreading your cheeks apart, he's salivating at the lewd image of you clamping on his cock as he deliberately sinks in and out, coating it in your slick juices while he dribbles a line of spit from his lips down to where you two meet. "fuck, you're so dirty baby," you keen, hearing the sound of your bodies joining, already creaming on it the more he moves.

geto crouches over and you feel his arm lock around your neck in a chokehold. keeping his lips close to your ear, his panting breath blows hot over your skin. wrapped up like this, you feel nothing but his voice, his scent, his body around you. consuming you in a womb of heat and sweat and musk. safe and secure.

“yeah? you know you like it.” he teases, gritting past his teeth as it nips on your helix. voice carrying equal parts of being smug and fond. raises his hips and pulls out to the tip just to hear you whine from the loss before he slams himself back in, meeting your pussy with a loud slap, all the way to the hilt. eyes rolling back when he hits a particular spot inside you.

geto lets out a guttural noise building from his chest, reverberating through you the more he nestles his cock further in, his balls come to rub against your clit and he can't help but ask “you want this dick?” punctuating his words with slow, lazy strokes. his hips start bucking to a casual rhythm, rutting into you while his other hand moves towards your lips, coaxing them apart and pushing past your teeth to run it along your tongue. cold and wet and so indulgent is he that you suck on his fingers then, coating them before he pulls them out with a pop. 

he reaches underneath to where his cock stretches you and slides the pad of his fingers over your clit, loving how it juts out and twitches when you spread your legs wider. strokes it in time with his thrusts then slows down gently, switching between light quick strokes and rubbing slow circles when he hears your moans building up, your insides clenching down on him, waiting and anticipating.

"i want it so bad, please fuck me," you let out breathy moan when his cock pulses inside, releasing dribbles of his pre cum, leaking inside. throwing your head back, you sink your nails into his forearm tucked below your chin for leverage and he hisses at the sting but he earns them, claims them as his own, wants you to leave the evidence there.

raising your ass up, back arching, practically laying flat against the mattress, you’re at his mercy. spread open and dripping all over his sheets but it wouldn’t be the first time you’d left a mess. he makes it so that you leave every bit of your essence here. that when he washes them the next day, it's like a reward, he'd see the aftermath of it and knows he'd done it to you, and he'll do it all over again. 

without any warning, he starts to thrusts frantically, the motion of his hips slamming down with need, finally giving in with desperate, fervent madness. nothing able to quell the pounding he sought to deliver as though he were even remotely in control when he’s turning into a mess again, stuttering and uneven thrusts carrying you through. moans growing louder as your body is consumed by him, his chest on your back, feeling the pulse beneath and the way his heart races. he was close.

your asscheeks smack against his hips, wet sounds echoing, so loud and lewd and your moans get short, abrupt, no longer hiding them. he curses under his breath. “fuck, you’re perfect, so fucking perfect for me,” there’s an urgency when he says it, driven by your cries, by the tightness. every thrust pulls you higher, tension rising and you come then with a scream, soul brought asunder.

clenching around him and whining his name. tasting so good on your tongue and he chases after your call, grunting into the crook of your neck. fucking you through your release. he wasn’t far behind, hips bucking on their own, he works you through the comedown, slowing his thrusts and grinding his leaking cock inside you. wanting to milk every bit of it out as rope after rope of hot cum spilled into you, filled to the brim. 

heat floods all over and your limbs go limp and laxed, mind turning fuzzy from the pleasure. atop you, he’s just as slack but he doesn’t pull out immediately, not until you’re done writhing and shaking all over. not until you decide to unclench yourself from him. his heavy, measured breaths rise and fall, sweaty chest heaving, and his heart full.

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"are you sore?" geto asks from behind, pulling you closer to him in his big bed after using a warm towel to rub you down, gliding over your thighs, the backs of your knees, and over your mound. he wraps you up in him, pulls a comforter over your naked body with furs keeping you warm by your feet. he reminds himself to keep you warm, get more wood for the fireplace in the morning, and make you breakfast, and buy you a new dress just so he can rip it off you again, until then he's never leaving this bed.

"a little," you still feel him every time your legs rub together, an ache in the places his hands have gripped and spanked, and all the little bites he's left are tender to the touch. reminders of just how much he craves you, loves you and this body you live in.

"i'm sorry, maybe i overdid it," his lips brush over the slope of your shoulder, humming softly at you shaking your head no. his heart plays a steady rhythm, lulling you to the edge of sleep. here, it's safe and warm and you feel so damn happy, floating somewhere near heaven, too full of bliss to come back down to earth at the thought of him being with you.

bringing his arms around you closer, you entwine his hand in yours, "it was perfect, i loved it," you assure him, "i love you." you say, eyelids heavy, closing shut before you drift off to sleep, thinking of an entire life stretched out before you, moonlit skin and an edgeless pool and his voice whispering "i love you too."

#geto with a cabin and his chubby gf who snoozes in his big bed while he stocks up on her fav snacks and fucks her on a daily <3 #...im bleeding from the scalp... #geto pls let her love you #thanks anon for bringing him back he's so nasty and so sweet ... #my hand slipped and i ended up making this longer than it needs to be but i hope u enjoy it! #lemme kno ur thoughts #i want to drink ice cold water from his lips yes i do #this couple is just: 'ur perfect' 'no wtf ur perfect' 'no but ur perf-' #ask #anon #sunpiece #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fic #jjk smut #geto suguru #geto suguru hcs #geto x reader #saturated #geto smut #geto suguru smut #geto hcs #geto suguru fic #geto suguru x chubby reader #chubby reader fic

[ponderousorb]

SINCE RH IS CLEARLY RUNNING OUT OF NAMES

A list of names you could use with colours: Red:

Cherry Vine

Garnet Anderson

Ember Carmina

Valentina

Rouge D'Eclat

Strawberry Fields (Delilah's sister)

Merlot Vine

Pinot Rossi

Orange:

Amber Glau

Pumpkin Leigh

Autumn Woods

Ginger O'Hara

Momo Araragi

Tana Gerine

Canta Loupe

Sienna Saffron

Yellow:

Aurora Day

Dijon De Marco

Daisy Meadows

Buttercup Barnes

Honey Maple

Soleil D'or

Fawna Fawcett

Caramel Luxe

Green:

Verda Gris

Jenna Moss

Aloe Verana

Juniper Woods

Olivia Dartmouth

Aqua Verde

Basil Brush

Blue:

Azure Icelely

Tiffany Case (yes this is a Bond Girl name)

Corey Steele

Bebe Skye

Oiche O'Hare

Allundra Borealis

Marina Veradis

Penelope Peacock

Liberty Belle

Purple:

Iris Orion

Magenta Morgan

Lilac laBelle

Amy Theist

Acai Berry

Aura Bergine

Ume Tani

Fiona Foxglove

Verbena Bay

Wisteria Lane

Black:

Nyx Noir

Sable Davenport

Raven Onyx (Shanelle's sister)

Velvet Crowe (shoutout to Tales of Berseria)

Rich Blackwood

Belladonna Notte

Dahlia Darjeeling

White:

Bianca Neve

Lila Alba

Anita Whittaker

Pearl Di Angelo

Ivory Blake

Dove De Witt

Misty Bianchi

Pink

Champagne Orchid

Fuschia Kunzite

Candy Barton

Barbariccia Blush

Jaime Mansfield

Sakura Summers

Cerise Roberts

Amaranth J'Adore

#rainbow high #pay me for these names MGA I can do this all day

[darklovecat]

summer essentials?

AHA 30% + BHA 2% peeling solution!

This product is versatile and can be used for a variety of skin-related issues, like hyperpigmentation, acne, scars, and uneven skin tone. However, in the summers I personally use it for my daily underarm botox fix. By applying the serum on my underarms and leaving it there for around 15 minutes before washing it off, I'm able to eliminate unpleasant smells and excessive sweating for the rest of the day. I live in an area with high temperatures during the summer, and white clothes is a common choice for me and I want to avoid any unpleasantness, that's why this product is a must-have for me.

A summer workout routine!

Exercising and working out is one of my favorite things to do, as it energizes me and gives me the results that I want. The first thing I do in the morning is get moving, and there's nothing quite like a good workout to start my day off right. During the summer months, I prefer focusing on building my glutes, toning my abs, and working on my overall physique, and I love some of Pamela Reif's videos. To achieve my fitness goals, I have curated a list of my favorite exercises and enjoy following videos along with my gym routine. Maintaining consistency in my workout routine is something I prioritize, I always focus on consistency and not results, which has helped me achieve all of my fitness goals.

A pair of hot girl sunglasses!

I recently purchased a handmade pair of sunglasses from Karl Wagner, and they are oval acetate and smaller than what I usually go for but quite nice. As someone who has had laser eye surgery and hates making eye contact with strangers, eye protection is especially important to me year-round, but particularly during the summer when the sun's harmful UV rays are stronger. And because the skin around my eyes is very thin, excessive squinting can lead to wrinkles, so I take extra care to shield my eyes from the sun's rays by applying a generous amount of sunscreen and sunglasses.

White tennis skirts!

Summertime calls for a wardrobe shift for me and I make it a point to switch out my darker skirts for lighter options in shades like baby pink and white. I find that these colors perfectly capture the essence of summertime and make me feel light and breezy. One of my favorite things about wearing white tennis skirts is that they go with just about any top, so I have endless outfit options to mix and match. To complete the look, I typically opt for white sneakers or sandals, both of which add a touch of freshness to the overall aesthetic. Whether I'm running errands, meeting up with friends, or simply lounging in the sun, these skirts provide the perfect blend of comfort, style, and versatility.

A deeper shade of foundation!

Nowadays, whenever I desire a sun-kissed complexion, I prefer making slight makeup modifications, I adjust my foundations between seasons instead of exposing myself to the sun's harmful UV rays. I have very light olive skin so a slightly darker foundation makes me look a lot healthier and gives me the look I love, I draw on faux freckles with a light brow eyebrow pencil and I'm generous with my blush. I recall the one instance in my life when I tried to get a tan on a deck in the height of summer. I ended up getting burned and turned into a ghastly tomato-red shade. The sight of my terrified me, and I applied ice packs and slathered aloe vera gel on my face every hour. That experience made me promise myself to never repeat that mistake again.

White dresses!

I have a serious addiction to white dresses, they're an essential part of my summer wardrobe. Every piece of item in my wardrobe tends to get boring after a while but not with my white dresses. They come in all sorts of styles, but nothing makes me feel more beautiful than a flowy white dress during the summer months. I love pairing it with a flowy chiffon hijab, cute earrings, and an ethereal makeup look. My absolute fave are empire waist dresses- they work wonders in emphasizing my waistline and elongating my legs. Plus, they give off a super chic and elegant vibe. The only downside is that these dresses are usually made of natural materials, so they tend to wrinkle easily throughout the day which drives me crazy but I'm trying my best to make peace with that.

Cat.

#hypergamous #spoiled girlfriend #glow up #level up #spoiled gf #level up journey #leveling up #hypergamy #hypergamy tips #high maintenance #darklovecat fashion

[invisibleraven]

Doing skin care together for Carrie(& or /)anyone because that is such a Carrie Prompt

Carrie hummed as she piled her hair into a messy bun, adjusting her headband afterwards and flicked on her ring light.

"Whatcha doing?"

Carrie turned and looked at Flynn and Julie who were smirking at her from the bathroom door. "If you must know I was going to give myself a spa day," she replied, tilting her nose up at them. "Do my nails, give myself a facial, all that fun stuff."

"Oooh, I could do with some pampering!" Julie squealed. "Can we join in?"

"or is more of a 'me' time?" Flynn asked. "Because if so we can skedaddle, we were just wondering if you wanted to watch a cheesy rom-com with us."

"We can do both," Julie offered. "You can even pick the movie as long as it's not She's All That again."

"10 Things I Hate About You?" Carrie asked, brandishing her tweezers in one hand and a bottle of nail polish in the other.

"Young Heath Ledger? Sign me up!" Julie exclaimed.

"I'm here for the Shakespeare adaptation and Allison Janney," Flynn interjected. "Also the mani."

So maybe this was not how Carrie pictured her day going, sitting with her expensive foaming charcoal mask on while Flynn painted her nails an electric pink and Julie recited along with Kat's famous monologue in the movie while plucking her brows.

But it was kinda nice.

They all switched places a few times, with Flynn opting for a sheet mask with a cute panda decal on it while Julie chose a peel off aloe and camomile mask. She was soaking her feet in Carrie' little foot bath while Flynn was debating polish colours.

"I kinda want to go orange, but that might seem too Halloweeny," she mused.

"What if we did an ombré effect with some yellow?' Carrie suggested.

"Oooh, mam likey," Flynn crooned. "Jules, what about you?"

Julie shrugged. "Figured i'd go with my standard purple."

Carrie and Flynn exchanged a look. "Girl, you can't be so afraid to break the mold every once in a while," Flynn replied.

Julie bit her bottom lip, looking at Carrie's vast array of polish colours. "Maybe that cherry red?"

"Perfect," Carrie said with a smirk. "I know someone who will love that you picked it too."

"Shut up!" Julie shrieked, but her blush said it all, and Carrie was willing to bet one of her dad's platinum albums that Reggie would sit up and take notice when Julie's nails matched his bass next band practice.

"I will not," Carrie retorted, sticking out her tongue, then squealed when Julie tossed a pillow at her from the couch. "Hey, watch it, this mask is horrendously hard to get out of fabric!" She then tapped her face, seemingly satisfied. "Mine's dry, I'm gonna go wash it off."

Flynn had long ago tossed her mask, and had her tongue stuck between her teeth as she slowly helped Julie peel hers off. "Sure thing Care Bear. You got toner and the like for after we get our nails done?"

"You know I do," Carrie said, rolling her eyes, but there was no bite to it. She'd already let them use her pricey cleanser, and Flynn had seen her large collection of skin care then.

Later, their faces clean, tones, moisturized, and glowing, they munched on popcorn, their now dry nails shining as Hugh Grant and Julia Roberts fell in love on the screen.

"This was nice," Carrie murmured. "Thanks for hanging with me today."

"We were here anyways since we stayed last night doing that stupid history paper," Flynn replied. "But thanks for leting us."

"Any time, we're always down for a girl's night, or a spa day," Julie offered. "Invite Kayla and the rest of the Candis if you want, we can have a real to do."

"Maybe warn me if you're inviting Kayla so I can make sure my braids are fresh," Flynn requested, blushing just a little, even if her obvious crush on the dancer could be seen from space.

"Will do," Carrie promised. "Especially since she asked me if she could 'tag along' to the next Phantoms practice you're attending."

Julie giggled at Flynn's increasing blush, the two of them teasing each other back and forth. Which, Carrie didn't really get, being pretty damn aroace, but she loved that her friends were happy and interested in good, kind people who liked them back.

Plus with them playfully bickering, it gave Carrie the chance to steal the last of the popcorn, and that was more than worth the counteracting effects it was surely having on her facial.

#filled prompts #ficlet #jatp triple threat #julie and the phantoms

[unluckyhoneybee]

Idea for the vacation part! Bff asking mick to put sunscreen on her and untying her bikini top, teasing him

Part 43. Best friends to lovers. MASTERLIST.

Note: I lost the original prompt, just remember holidays in a tropical or warm place, but gladly got these two to work with.

Bali. Mick had taken you to Bali. The boy had the nerve to pack your stuff and surprised you one morning with plane tickets and now you were in a beautiful beach.

"This is perfect. I could stay here for ever" You said sitting in a hammock. He kissed your hair and took his t-shirt of.

"I'm going for a swim"

"Nothing of that. Come here, mister"

"Why?"

"I don't want you red as a crab in ten minutes. We have to take care of that white skin"

He rolled his eyes.

"It's okay"

"If you don't let me put some cream I won't help put Aloe on you when you have second grade sunburns."

"I won't..."

"Don't make me call Corinna, Mickey"

He rolled his eyes and sat in front of you while you knelt. You carefully put sunscreen over his back and shoulders, massaging his soft skin. He had his eyes closed and a tiny smile.

"You hands feel good, baby"

"I know, honey. Just remind me to put some Ina few hours."

He chuckled softly and turned to you. You softly pressed your lips to his and smiled.

You were like in a little bubble of happiness. The place was beautiful, Mick was looking so good lately, you were in a perfect moment in the relationship, feeling closer then ever.

He put some of your hair behind your ear.

"Your cheeks are pink. Let me put some on you too"

Like two stupid teenagers in love, you put cream on the other's face, giggling and stealing little kisses.

You had observed Mick during the whole morning, how he had complimented your new bikini, the little dress you were wearing, how he had told you how good your legs looked, how his hands had roamed over your sides. So you decided to tease.

"Would you mind putting some on my back?"

"Nope. Turn back, babe"

You turned your back to him, putting your hair in a bun and swinging your ass a bit. You heard him taking a deep breath. You had done nothing but already had him there.

"Okay... Just let me..."

With only a finger, you untied your bikini, pressing your free hand over your tits so it wouldn't fall off.

You couldn't see him, but you knew he would be blushing, lips half open and pupils wide. It was so easy to arouse him.

You heard the cream and suddenly his hands were on you, big palms taking their sweet time. You had closed your eyes and were enjoying the feeling. It felt like heaven. The he reached for your shoulders and neck and you almost faint when one of his hands wrapped around it. You gasped and you let the top fall on your lap.

"YN, baby..."

Opening your eyes, your turned your face to him and gave him a deep and hot kiss. But the boy was worried, his girlfriend was topless laying on him.

"YN, cover yourself"

He had no better idea than to grab your tits and cover them with his own hands.

You laughed and kissed his cheek.

"There is no one, baby"

You turned around, kneeling in front of him and cupping his cheeks.

"You are the cutest."

"I don't want pictures of your tits all over the internet." He muttered on your lips.

"Look around Mick, I would really let you do anything in here"

There was really no one around.

He laughed a bit.

"Wanna go swimming topless?"

"It would be nice" You smiled.

"Just like me"

"Idiot"

"Well, if your are gonna spend the whole day topless, let me..."

Soon his hands were covered in cream and on your tits.

You laughed hard but let him do it anyway. Who cared? You were alone in the middle of paradise, clear sand, blue water and big palm trees your only company for the day.

#Mick schumacher #Ms #Mick Schumacher x reader #Best friends to lovers #Fi fic #Blurb #F1 #Fluff #Smutty

[cahmilo]

My Ken Doll ㅡ camilo m.

pairing: camilo x fem!reader

genre: fluff

tags: mutual pining, pampering, hair and skin care, make-up

summary: camilo madrigal stumbles upon the encanto's local cosmetologist during his chores and decides to get himself pampered by her.

word count: 1.5K

"Camilo!" Pepa called out to her son while she walked out the room in a sunny morning. She was in a good mood, because the weather was absolutely beautiful and bright today.

At the call of his name, Camilo immediately went to approach her. "Yes mami?"

Pepa held out a long list of paper, giving it to him. "Hijo, I was supposed to do this task but I need to clean tonito's room right now. Can you please give this to the L/N's? It's our monthly order for our supplies."

Camilo nodded in agreement, grabbing the list and scanning them. Lilac scented conditioner, Cherry lip balm, Aloe vera hair gel and a bunch of beauty products were on the list, including hair products that he was familiar with as he used them regularly to style his hair.

"Okay mami, this is at Y/N's house right?" He asked enthusiastically.

Pepa gave a sly grin, "Of course, hijo. I know you like her so I gave this task to you." She nudged his shoulders as he cringes playfully.

"Mami, I don't! She's just a close friend..."

"Okayyyyyy, but that's your chore today. Nothing else is happening so you can spend the rest of your day with her." Pepa teased her son, dragging the sounds of every word she said.

Camilo in turn scoffed playfully and bid her goodbyes. With a shy smile on his face, he immediately went out the Casita to find you.

—

The curly-haired boy soon arrived at your house. Lightly knocking on the door, he was welcomed by your father.

"Hola, Señor L/N!" he smiled at the man, "Mi mami gave me this list for her new orders."

Seeing his bright smile naturally brought joy to your father. He really was the sunshine of the village for a reason. Upon receiving the paper and reading it, he then gestured to the inside of the house.

"Camilo! Good to see you early in the morning! There's a few products in here still being made right now so if you're willing to wait, you can stay inside and watch Y/N do it." Putting a hand on Camilo's shoulder, he patted him gently.

"Is it not a bother Señor? I don't wanna intrude if you guys are busy..." He replied.

"Oh it's not if its you! Y/N would absolutely love your presence. You guys haven't seen each other in so long anyways." The man nudged Camilo's shoulder and grinned as he noticed a slight blush creeping up the boy's cheeks.

"Thank you, Señor."

—

"Camilo!" You exclaimed once you saw him, running for his embrace. "I haven't seen you in forever!"

The boy giggled as he tightened his arms around you. "It's only been days, bonita. Missed me that much?"

"Yeah, duh. My days were going too fine there was no one to annoy me." He rolled his eyes while ruffling her hair. Sighing in defeat, he said, "Haha, funny."

Pulling away from the hug, you then gestured to your work station, filled with pink solutions. "Perfect timing too, cause I reek of strawberries right now."

"I can tell. I'm assuming this is Dolores' shampoo?" The girl nodded with a smile. Oh dios mio, you're adorable, he thought.

As you two chatted and caught up with recent chitchats, he plopped down on your bed while you continue working. This time, you were focused on your father's notes, looking at them while trying to handmake a coconut-based conditioner for curly hair.

"I'm bored" Camilo said, breaking the long silence you two had.

"I'm now adding the scent for your conditioner right now, wanna help?" The boy perked his head up like a meerkat. Excitedly he walked out of bed to your desk yelling yes repeatedly. "Make my scent vanilla!"

"Of course I always do!" You sighed in glee, glancing at the boy beside you. Though you never showed it, you adored him. One of the ways you indirectly dropped hints was by carefully customizing and pampering him much more than your other clients. I mean, he is literally the only one in the village who smelled like vanilla and you wanted to gatekeep it that way. Unfortunately, he's too dense to see through your gestures but that doesn't stop you from trying.

You took a good look at his pretty face. "Once I'm done with this, would you want me to style your hair?" His eyes brightened, nodding enthusiastically.

—

"God, your curls are amazing." You said, brushing his wet hair after applying the conditioner you just made a while ago. "I don't even need to put defining on, it already looks effortless."

Needless to say, but he was having the time of his life right now. He loves it when you play with his hair, the touch of your fingers along his scalp and strands never fails to relax and hypnotize him. And you, well, you enjoyed it as much as him. His hair was soft and silky and you would never pass an offer to pamper him on wash days.

You suddenly noticed silence taking over the both of you. His head was faced down and he didn't even respond to your compliment which was odd. Taking your hands off his hair and cupping his face, you lifted it gently and saw his eyes closed, dozing off asleep.

You giggled at the sight in front of you, his face as adorable and you held so much to avoid squishing his cheeks. You gently traced your fingers on his nose bridge and slowly massaged his face.

"Milo, we need to rinse your hair now." Waking up with droopy eyes, he shook himself and lightly patted his cheeks. "Sorry, did I pass out?"

"Yeah, but you're cute so I'll give it a pass. Now, come on, after this I wanna put make-up on you." You said, standing up to leave, getting a fresh towel.

Mierda. There you go again, leaving him flustered and in a blushing mess.

—

"When you're doing your eyeshadow, make sure that the darkest color doesn't pass your deep crease. Sometimes I see yours pass through your above crease- this one here- and it makes it look more messy." You rambled, proceeding to put make-up and eyeshadow on his face.

Camilo was listening to every word you were saying. Then again, he was still very flustered by your comments and your close proximity to him so focusing on your words and listening to them was a way to keep him from spacing out and day dreaming.

"Yeah but putting eyeshadow is challenging, my eyes keep twitching if I do it by myself." He grumbled, looking down while you dab the brush in his eyelids.

You chuckled, "Practice makes perfect, Cami." Looking away to grab a tissue to wipe the smudge, "I'd say you can crash anytime if you want me to style you but you need to learn to do it on your own." You pointed out, using your makeup brush to boop his nose.

He sighed, scrunching his nose. He wasn't a stranger to you being his make-up doll. He loved every bit of it. But this time after figuring out the weird feelings in his stomach, he grew more nervous and vulnerable every time your face was in close proximity to his. It took every nerve in his system to resist leaning in and connecting his lips with yours.

Once you were done with his eyeshadow, you put a hand under his chin and leaned back, getting a farther view of his work. His eyes met yours, and you sneakily took his opportunity to fall into his warm gaze.

Nodding in satisfaction, you let go and dug through your make-up kit. Shuffling through the boxes on your table, Camilo only stared at you confused on what you were doing.

"What are you looking for-" "I found it!"

Going back to the seat where he was, you approached him and opened the smaller cylinder.

"I customized my first lip balm without the help of my father. I figured that it was time for me to formulate my own recipes and experiment on them."

Camilo gasped in awe, "Really?"

You nodded with a smile. "Yeah, this is a honey and vanilla flavored lip balm. I thought I'd make the first one for you."

Honey and vanilla. He thought. Those are her and my scents- no you're over thinking you fool.

"This time however, I'm gonna put this product on you in a different way." Camilo was now confused, but he trusted you. Opening the product, you twisted the lower part of the balm to make the product rise.

You then applied the lip balm on your lips, making sure that no part is left empty.

Huh?

Inching closer to Camilo, you crashed your lips with his.

Shit.

His heart was beating rapidly while his eyes were wide, taken aback from your action.

Soon enough, he stood up, kissing you back as he wrapped his arms around your waist while you wrapped yours around his neck. The kiss was sloppy as you meant it to be, taking in every inch of his lips to mix the lip balm that was on yours. The flavor of vanilla mixing with honey couldn't compare on how sweet the moment is right now. Numerous thoughts were running wild on both of your minds, but none of that mattered. What did matter, was that both of you felt the same way and you were more than happy with that.

Finally pulling away after the loss of breath, you leaned your forehead against his and brushing your noses together.

"Like what I did there?"

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#camilo #camilo madrigal #camilo x reader #camilo fluff #camilo x female reader #camilo madrigal x reader #camilo supremacy #camilo my beloved #camilo x you #camilo disney #camilo imagine #camilo encanto #cahmi fics

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Aloe White Beauty, new baby!

Along with a tiny Snowflake Aloe

To go along with my Pink Blush

Whoohoo that's 2 new species in one day for my aloe collection!!

#plants #my plants #succulents #feb 2023 #aloe #plant collection

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january: black-and-white films, old records, red lipstick, classical music, gold earrings, city lights, garnet clothing, champagne, glitter, russian literature, snowstorms, art galleries, dimly lit restaurants, high-heels, chickadees, frosted windowpanes, silk shirts, espresso, pomegranates, snowy owls

february: candy hearts, roses, grapefruit, trench coats, mittens, dark chocolate, calligraphy, sealed envelopes, vanilla cake, ballet, romance films, chandeliers, late-night phone calls, musicals, aurora borealis, marshmallows, pink lipgloss, poetry, freesia, movie theatres, ballads, pressed flowers, stained glass, teacups

march: dark comedies, photo albums, lemons, cold rivers, baking, tidying, colouring, movie marathons, nonfiction books, newspapers, clovers, train rides, fashion magazines, pasta, orchids, podcasts, houseplants, sketchpads, yogurt, celestial art, bubble baths, charcuterie boards, moonlight, ice floes, crystal glasses, coffee dates

april: disney cartoons, rubber boots, tulips, mauve nailpolish, fresh vegetables, cold rain, journals, lavender, fresh eggs, pink blush, birdsong, morning frost, rosemary, tulips, foggy mornings, aloe vera, ponds, herbal tea, puddles, lilies, bunnies, floral sheets, marmalade, pastoral novels, frogs, english custard, lily pads

may: picture books, daisies, farms, warm breezes, cherry blossoms, early mornings, fresh-baked bread, gardening, childhood reminiscing, dandelions, honey, meadows, hummingbirds, butterflies, rainbows, sugar cookies, polaroid cameras, wild mushrooms, carnations, frescoes, silver lockets, brown bears, pancakes, rivers, greenhouses, white sheets

june: jean shorts, pop music, white wine, beach days, yoga, sunday brunch, ice cream, concerts, wildflowers, fluffy clouds, morning dew, cotton candy, turtles, popsicles, kayaks, watermelon, pineapples, vineyards, sparklers, bicycles, denim jackets, swans, asphodels, cocktail parties, gooseberries, lilacs, hollyhocks

july: adventure stories, oranges, lakehouses, campfires, festivals, disco nights, strawberries, figs, starry skies, iced coffee, fireworks, street markets, bumblebees, trumpet vines, strappy sandals, sunglasses, patio lights, linen, denim skirts, pizza, fruit smoothies, pizza, rainstorms, peaches, lagoons, white dresses, astronomy

august: golden sunlight, nostalgia, willow trees, nature poetry, sunrises and sunsets, picnic baskets, sunflowers, crickets, cicadas, colourful quilts, cherries, rolling hills, maxi-dresses, tall grass, dragonflies, crochet, renaissance art, vine tomatoes, overalls, roadtrips, hammocks, sunhats, waterfalls, tabby cats

september: coffee, book piles, croissants, long walks, classic novels, braided hair, notebooks, film festivals, apples, pears, farmers markets, forests, jigsaw puzzles, owls, tortoiseshell glasses, orchards, library cards, foxes, tweed blazers, climbing ivy, tea kettles, maple syrup, goldenrod, lanterns, waffles, boardgames

october: pumpkin patches, black turtlenecks, ginger pastries, fireplaces, wet leaves, ankle boots, corduroy, birch trees, cafés, bookshops, castles, caramel, rainy mornings, blustery nights, town fairs, countryside walks, cinnamon, nutmeg, old houses, black cats, bakeries, creeks, thick blankets, city blocks, white chapels

november: candles, red wine, ancient ruins, greek mythology, second-hand books, plaid blankets, mahogany nailpolish, mystery novels, museums, burgundy sweaters, dinner parties, gemstone rings, icy breath, black coffee, language studies, antique shops, white roses, cobblestones, lace, cathedrals, firewood, audiobooks, crescent moons

december: soft snowfall, christmas carols, pine scent, wool socks, irish stew, fairy lights, thick books, fantasy stories, throw pillows, shortbread, comfort films, window shopping, scarves, icicles, peppermint, carrot noses, angels, hot chocolate, skates, pinecones, caribou, gingerbread, crackling fires, hot toddies, cashmere

#something to look forward to in every month #mine #text #personal #vibes #note to self #Aesthetic

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I got more plantsssss :3

TRADESCANTIA

Divided them into several pots

STROMANTHE TRIOSTAR<333 my baby

Also a little pilea :3

Anddd some new succys

The first is a pink blush aloe which I love so much<33

So many pink ones this time! :) yay

#plants #new plants #indoor plants #tradescantia #calathea #succulents