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meteorrogers · 3 years

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chocolate covered strawberries | r. d.

summary: a precious person like you was what had been missing in Ransom’s life.

pairing: ransom drysdale x reader

warnings: fluff only, language, implied smut maybe?, oh and beware of fucking soft!Ransom

word count: 3,479 (less or more)

a/n: well, i certainly didn’t expect it to be this long. anyway, this is a soft and ooc!Ransom fic, no spoilers because i follow practically nothing from the movie (at least i think). excuse my errors, please, and enjoy!!😊let me know what you think!!

Ransom is furious, driving home from another family gathering that couldn’t end any differently than with yelling, insults, and throwing things at each other. He has no idea why he‘s still going to these things, he always swears to himself that the next time will be the last time. Maybe somewhere deep inside of him, there’s still a sparkle of hope that one day he will have a normal conversation with his mom and dad.

He needs something to calm him down and while a drink and some bimbo he’d meet in a bar sound amazing, it is still early for that. On his way home, there is this bakery he‘s always liked to stop by because they have the best fresh-from-the-oven chocolate-filled croissants to ever exist. They are maybe even better than alcohol. Just maybe.

He leaves the coat in his car and heads towards the entrance. The bell above the door rings as he enters, taking his sunglasses off. The shop is quiet except for the soft chatter of the patrons that are occupying some of the seats. He doesn‘t even need to look at the display case with all the baked goods, he already knows what he’s having, so he heads directly to the counter to order.

After the cashier takes his order and disappears in the kitchen, Ransom slowly moves to the waiting counter where a young woman is chatting with the older man (Timmy, he thinks is his name) that owns the place together with his wife. The woman has a big genuine smile on her face and occasionally a beautiful laugh leaves her mouth when Timmy says something supposedly funny. Ransom has never seen her before. Maybe it’s not so early to charm his way into a woman’s bed after all. He gets closer and as Timmy hands her her order on a pink paper tray – two Halloween themed cupcakes, with white frosting, yellow and orange sprinkles and a little marzipan ghost sticking out – Ransom only hears their goodbyes.

You are still smiling, cheerful from the conversation you had with Timmy as you turn around, ready to leave, and enjoy the sweet treat on the way home. But you don‘t even have the time to react when you suddenly collide with a solid figure. You stumble a little, but strong hands on your shoulders steady you, which you don‘t even realize since your mind‘s only focus is on the mess you have caused. And just like that, your smile disappears.

“Oh my god,“ you gasp and your eyes widen as they scan the not-so-white-anymore cable-knit sweater covered in frosting and sprinkles. “Oh my god,” you repeat, a little louder this time. Panicking, you quickly dispose of the tray with crumbled cupcakes, taking an unnecessarily high number of napkins from the holder on the counter and trying your best to clean the beautiful cozy-looking piece of clothing.

You have yet to see the person’s face, either too embarrassed to look them in the eye or too concentrated on getting the crumbs out of the wool. Probably both.

“I am sorry.” You say, throwing the dirty napkins on the counter. “I’m so sorry, I should’ve been looking where I was going. I was still so absorbed in the conversation that I didn’t notice you,” Oh, god, here comes the downpour of babbles… „And I didn’t even hear you come behind me or maybe I wasn’t paying attention, that’s prob–“

Your gibbering is interrupted by the stranger’s hand circling your wrist, also stopping your frantic movements.

“Would you calm down? It’s just a sweater. I can buy a new one.”

You finally look up, your eyes meeting ocean-blue ones with hints of green around the pupils. His voice sounded empty, emotionless and you aren‘t sure if he is upset or just doesn‘t care.

“Oh,” slipping your hand out of his hold, you break the eye contact, the situation too embarrassing for you. You look at the mess on the countertop, the paper tray still laying there, dirty napkins scattered across the surface and some of them even found their way to the ground.

Shaking your head, you grab all the garbage, bend down to pick up the ones on the floor and throw it into the trash can situated in the corner.

You turn back to the man, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Um… Can I at least pay the cleaning bill?”

“It’s fine, really.”

He still hasn’t cracked a smile.

“Well, let me buy you something sweet then. What’s your guilty pleasure?” you smile again and look over his shoulder, studying the selection of desserts.

“I said it’s alright,“ he bites. “Besides, I already ordered.”

You don‘t expect him to snap at you like that so it kind of shocks you. Better let sleeping dogs lie…

“Okay,” you nod. “I’m sorry again,” you stuff your hands in your coat pockets and head out.

Ransom stands there, looking at your leaving form and he sighs. Shit.

When you bumped into him, he was really pissed that you ruined his clothes at first, but then you started apologizing, cleaning him and rambling . That infuriated him even more. Why the hell did you even care? It wasn’t even your sweater!

You were annoyingly sweet, which Ransom isn‘t used to at all. Sure, women are nice to him, giving him that fake sugary smile just to get into his pants. He never complains, of course, it makes getting laid much easier when they’re trying to get his attention, not the other way around. But it was just an act. The smile you gave Timmy was genuine and so was the concern about his sweater. How was he supposed to react?

His thoughts are interrupted by the young employee who took his order, signalizing his croissant is ready. He takes it and turns to leave, his face still painted with… confusion?

“Fuck.” He curses silently. You can‘t be far. If he hurries, he can still catch up to you and… apologize? He doesn’t know what he’s going to do, except for one thing.

He faces the cashier again. “Hey, could you give me two of those Halloween cupcakes? With the ghosts. And wrap it up. Quickly,“ his voice is intimidating, arrogant and the boy doesn‘t have the balls to argue so he just does as he is told. Ransom snatches the covered tray from the boy’s hands and sprints out.

He looks around and luckily sees you not so far away from the shop so he decides to add a jog to his steps as he follows your direction.

“Hey!” he yells to catch your attention, which he successfully does. You turn around, brows furrowed, stopping when you notice the man from the bakery.

He runs up to you and when he reaches the place where you’re standing, you open your mouth again.

“Oh, did you change your mind?” Your hand makes a move to reach into your bag. “Just say how much and I’ll –”

“No.” He interrupts and confusion becomes evident on your face again. “As I said, it’s fine.” You expect him to continue, to tell you why he stopped you in the middle of a street. But he just stands there, looking at you as if he expects you to say something.

See, when Ransom spontaneously came up with this great plan, he didn’t think it all the way through. He seriously didn’t know what he was going to do, so now, he is just awkwardly shifting on his feet as he contemplates what to say.

“Here.” He shoves the mini tray into your hands. You look at it and then back at him, still confused. „It’s the cupcakes you bought before my sweater decided to have a taste.“

Really? That’s the smoothest thing you could think of? Jesus, what is wrong with you?

But you laugh. And god, is that a beautiful sound. Wait, what?

“Thank you, that’s really sweet of you.” you smile and before Ransom can argue, you stick your free hand out. “I’m (Y/n).”

He closes his fingers over yours. “Hugh… I mean, Ransom.”

The smile doesn‘t leave your face. “Well, which is it?”

“Ransom, you can call me Ransom.”

“Nice to meet you, Ransom.”

You have known since the beginning that Ransom has some skeletons in the closet. Hence the rudeness when you first met and struggle of wording out an apology for his manners. He managed to apologize in his own way and that was okay with you. You know people who don’t even try, but Ransom? He did his best and for that, you gave him your number when he asked.

It didn’t take him long to call you and ask you out. You agreed.

When he asked you on a date, his plan was to take you out for a dinner in a luxurious restaurant, order some expensive wine to get you a little bit tipsy, and spend the night at your place. The next morning he would silently sneak out of your house, block your number and never see you again.

But you are here, sitting across from him, with that big smile on your face, wearing a lovely cream knee-length dress that shows just the right amount of skin which makes him horny and at the same time, he just wants to focus on not how hot, but how beautiful you look.

“So, tell me more about yourself,” you say after the waiter takes away the empty plates.

There is no way he will talk about how filthy rich he is, how his grandfather owns one of the most successful publishing companies and lives in a huge mansion in the rich part of town. No, he’ll save this information for the gold diggers.

“Well, you might know my granddad, Harlan Thrombey?” Okay, nevermind. “He owns Blood Like Wine?” In his defense, this is all he’s ever talked about with girls. He just needs practice.

You nod. “Oh my God, yeah, of course, I know him! I mean, not know know him, but I’ve read some of his books! Just don’t ask me about them, I’m not exactly a number one fan.” you scrunch your nose and his mind tells him how adorable that is. Shut up, brain.

“Okay, I won’t.” he laughs genuinely. He always fakes laugh when he is on a date if you can even call the ones he’s been on that. “Besides, you can’t be a number one fan even if you wanted to, because that place is mine.”

“I wouldn’t assume anything else. Are you close with your granddad?”

He averts his eyes for a second and clears his throat.

Instead of answering, he throws the question back at you, his voice defensive, maybe a little too harsh. “Are you close with your granddad?”

The corners of your mouth slightly falter and you look down for a second before facing him again, “I was. He died when I was 15.”

“Oh.” Ransom’s face softens.

“But I loved him. Every Halloween, I’d force him to tell me scary stories all day and all night.” you smile at the memories. “You know, I’m sure he and your granddad would get along. He did come up with some pretty amazing tales.”

And suddenly, he is intrigued. “What was your favorite?”

You tell him about the cursed toy factory, how every Halloween all toys come to life and they stuff all the employees with plush so they become these living toys, too, and from all the anger, they do the same to the future workers the following year.

He laughs at that, agreeing that your grandfathers would indeed be good friends.

“I’m not that close with my granddad,” he says after a few moments of silence. What surprises him is your hand carefully coming to take his which was laying on the table. His eyes focus on your thumb that is stroking his knuckles as he continues. “I’m not close with anyone from my family, actually.” Why is he telling you that? Fucking stop.

He clears his throat and withdraws his hand, scratching the back of his neck.

“You ready to go?” he asks and you just nod.

He isn‘t in the mood for sex anymore, so he drops you at your place and speeds home. God, what are you doing to him? There is something about you that makes him want to open up to you, spill all of his secrets, desires and dreams.

It felt kind of good to tell you about his family, but to be honest, he is scared. He doesn‘t want another person that’s just going to treat him like a worthless piece of shit in his life. I mean, he is, but it would just make him even more shitty.

He’s decided. He is not going to see you ever again.

Then his phone beeps.

(y/n): I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable but I had a great time! I’d definitely be up for doing it again! You can tell me more about your family:)

He scoffs. Why the hell would you want to hear about his family when he told you he’s not close to them?

Then the phone beeps again.

(y/n): Or not! I mean, we can talk about whatever you want! But if you need someone to talk to, I’m here. That’s what I meant.

A smile involuntarily makes its way on Ransom‘s face. Maybe he will see you again.

Since you started spending a lot of time at Ransom’s house, he convinced you to bring some of your stuff. Some clothes, your favorite mug with a whale, saying mornings blow, books and a strawberry-scented shampoo which Ransom became to love.

Almost every morning you share a shower. Sometimes it escalates into a morning shower sex, but most of the time you try and fail to tame him, even though you remind him and yourself of all the times you’ve been late for school, which he doesn’t really care about, to be honest.

You head to the bathroom first, because it takes time for him to get out of bed. After a while, he joins you under the stream of water, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as he kisses you where your neck meets your shoulder and licks the drops of water from your skin.

You sigh in contentment, putting your arms over his and enjoying the relaxing moment.

Seconds pass and you turn around, taking the bottle of your shampoo while doing so, squirting some into your palm, and the scent of strawberry fills your nostrils. As usual, you bring your hands into his hair, massaging the liquid into his skull and he closes his eyes in bliss, humming.

“You enjoying yourself?” you smirk.

He opens his eyes again and smiles, those butterflies in your stomach coming to life.

“You know I do.” He leans in to kiss you, your arms circling his neck. His hands slide to your butt, kneading the flesh before they grip the back of your thighs but when you are about to jump, he shrieks.

“Shit!” he backs up and his back hits the opposite wall.

You panic, not knowing what’s happened. “What?! Baby, what happened?” You come to him and his fingers are already rubbing at his eyes.

“My eyes! My eyes!” He screams. “I can’t see shit!”

You suppress a laugh, reaching up to remove the hair from his face and wipe away the suds. Then you reach for the detachable showerhead, turn down the temperature, and put it in his hand.

“Here, baby, you have to rinse them.”

He does just that, moans still leaving his mouth at the stinging.

After he finally manages to get all the chemicals out of his eyes, you can‘t hold it anymore. You burst out laughing, unable to stop and he just stares at you with a scowl, putting the showerhead back into its place.

When he turns to leave, you grab his wrists.

“Oh, baby, come on.” you wipe the mixture of water and tears from your eyes. “Don’t leave me here all alone.”

He frowns, his bottom lip sticking out just a little bit. “Might as well. I’m not gonna let you make fun of me.”

The grin is still on your face but you stand on your tiptoes and kiss his pout away. Ransom immediately reciprocates the kiss, pushing you against the wall.

“It hurt,” he says in between the touches of your lips.

“I know, baby,” you say. You pull away and smirk. “Is there a way I can make you feel better?” your suggestive tone hits his ears before you’re sliding down the wall to your knees.

Thank God he didn’t leave the shower.

It’s Friday night and you are watching TV this time in your apartment. Ransom still hasn’t come home from the mansion where he’s spent most of the day, as well as his family. He’s been working with Harlan for quite a while now which boosts up his confidence (not arrogance, there’s a difference) a little and it makes him feel better about himself, proud even, that he‘s finally useful. However, Walt has been giving him shit for it ever since Harlan gave Ransom a chance to be the Acquisitions Editor (of course, he has been pestering him long before that, but now it’s even worse).

Ransom can defend himself, you’re not worried about that, but his family brings out the worst in him, they push him into this dark place that is hard to find a way out of and sometimes you’re afraid that it will destroy him. That’s why you’ve promised yourself that you’re always going to be here for him, no matter what.

And as you expected, you hear your door being unlocked and then slammed shut with a force. He doesn’t even jokingly call out his honey, I’m home! which he never forgets to do. Uh-oh. Doesn’t look good. But again, you didn’t expect anything else.

He comes to the living room, strands of his hair sticking in every direction and falling over his forehead.

“Jesus, why’s it so hot in here?” he takes off his maroon sweater, revealing his plain white t-shirt underneath.

“It’s winter and cold. You expect me to have snow in here, too?”

He just shakes his head, coming to the back of the couch as you crane your head to give him an upside-down kiss. Then he heads to the kitchen, searching the cabinets for something to eat, meanwhile, you turn off the television.

“There should be three croissants in the breadbox!” you say loudly enough for him to hear.

“You want one, too?”

You answer with a no and wait for him.

When he comes back to the living room, he sits next to you and leans his back on the armrest. You’re already looking at him, watching his every move, and trying to see a sign of any emotion he might be feeling. He gives you a knowing look and you shift so you are fully facing him, putting your hand gently on his bent knee and lightly stroking it in a comforting way.

“Three, huh?” he asks with his mouth full.

“Just in case it went really bad.” you give a nervous smile, waiting for him to either confirm or rebut.

Seeing the crumbs fall from his mouth, you reach for the plate that is on the coffee table and give it to him.

“Well... nothing I’m not used to.” he takes another bite of the chocolate pastry. Once he swallows, he takes your hand and kisses your palm. “I love you.”

You smile and lean towards him, supporting yourself by putting both hands on his thighs as you kiss him on the lips that now taste like cocoa.

“I love you, too,” you murmur against his mouth.

After Ransom finishes the pastry, instead of going for more food, he lies down, putting his head in your lap. It‘s kind of a ritual now, every time he comes home (his or yours, wherever you are) after visiting his family, he satisfies his sweet tooth (sometimes it’s 1 croissant, sometimes it’s 5), then he sprawls his body on the couch and rests his head on your thighs, nuzzling his face into your stomach while you thread your fingers through his hair and read a book or watch the TV.

“You want to talk about it?” you ask softly.

You stroke his ear with your thumb. He stays quiet and then sighs.

“Later.”

You bend down as much as your position allows you to, placing a few kisses on his temple and across his cheek before you let him drift off to sleep.

You are Ransom’s safe place, just like he’s yours and always will be.

the end

a/n2: so, ehm... *crickets chirping* okay! i have a thing for fucked up guys who i believe can change if you show them a little bit of love, sue me! no but seriously, Ransom is an asshole and he would probably shove the rest of the cupcakes into my face but a girl can dream, right?

anyways, i do have some ideas for part 2 even if it looks like this doesn’t necessarily need a second part..? it could probably be read as a stand-alone but i’ll see if i even decide to post it lol.

thank you so much for reading, any kind of feedback will be appreciated!🥺❤️i love you, guys!!

oh and my other work can be found under #writer luci !!

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smol-and-grumpy · 4 years

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Light My Fire - CH04

Pairing: CEO!Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: She always thought her boss was an ill-tempered man, but when he presents her with a proposition she can’t quite deny, she gets to know him better. It’s not bad, right? Because all she has to do is being fake married to him for six months, sounds do-able, right? Right.

Warnings: A dash of anxiety, confusion, fluff, teasing

WC: 2667

Please share your thoughts with me, I’d love to hear your feedback.

Beta’d by @deanwanddamons <3

SERIES MATSTERLIST

When they arrived at the venue, they had to wait in the limousine line for the people to move along, one after the other. It takes longer because of the photographers and interviews the guests are holding on the red carpet.

Dean senses her anxiety and grabs at her hand. He threads his fingers through hers, his thumb massaging at the back of her hand, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” She says, even though her mouth feels dry and her heart is near exploding. She’s really not made for the spotlight.

It’s moving quicker than she thought it would and then suddenly, she feels him squeezing her hand, “Ready?”

She takes a deep breath and nods. Dean nods back with a small smile. Maybe it’s just her imagination but she thinks that he’s nervous himself.

Someone pulls the door open and Dean gets out first, she looks out from the car, sees how he stands there, buttoning up his suit jacket, nodding at the photographers with a big smile decorating his face. He’s used to it, she can tell. When he finishes buttoning up, he holds out a hand for her, and she knows that it’s her cue to get out as well.

Immediately, she’s blinded by the flashlights. Oh god, it’s worse than she thought it would be. She tries to smile as Dean weaves his arms around her waist, guides her towards where more photographers and interviewers are waiting.

“You’re doing great,” He whispers through his smile.

“I hope you know where we’re going because I can’t see,” She whispers back and Dean has to laugh at that.

He walks her to a marked spot and they stand there, intertwined. Reporters are shouting Dean’s name and she really doesn’t know how he can still keep his cool. She’d like to yell at them for being so loud and shouting out all at the same time. It makes her head spin.

“Who’s that beautiful woman by your side, Mr. Winchester?” Someone yells out from the back.

“That’s my beautiful wife.” Dean’s voice is equally loud and he looks down at her, smiling a warm smile, his hand around her waist as he pulls her a little closer to his body.

At the mention of the word wife everyone seems to gasp and the flashes stopped for a second.

“How long have you been married and how come you never brought her to events before?” A female reporter asks.

“Yesterday marked one month, and my wife is a private person, she doesn’t like being the center of attention.”

She nods at that.

“How did you two meet?” One reporter shouts.

Dean chuckles with a boyish smirk, “She literally bumped into me in the streets and I was a goner since.”

“Tell us more!” The reporter asks.

“I don’t think we have that kind of time,” Dean jokes, and grins smugly.

“Mrs. Winchester, would you consider yourself lucky to be married to the sexiest business tycoon?”

Y/N seizes her opportunity, chuckles a little, “I would consider him to be lucky that he’s married to me,” She says and places her hand on Dean’s chest, looking up to him lovingly. Dean smiles down at her, the crinkles around his eyes deep. She makes sure that the hand on his chest is her left one, they can all see the rings.

“I love your dress!” One photographer shouts out.

“Thank you,” She replies, feeling a little proud.

Dean nods his agreement, “A dream in gold, isn’t she?”

“Can you two share a kiss for us?” A photographer yells out and several of his kind agree loudly.

Dean looks down, he smiles but he raises an eyebrow at her, as if to ask if it’s okay. She winks at him and his eyes go wide as his smile gets warmer before he lowers his face to hers.

She’s prepared for a kiss but not for her heart to jump as soon as his lips touches hers.

Y/N instantly turns to putty in his embrace and when Dean breaks the kiss and looks her in the eyes, she sees them glistening. Just when she thinks their moment is over, he dives in again, kisses her a little bit harder, his tongue teasing at her bottom lip and she grins into the kiss, parting her lips a little more to grant him access. His taste fills her mouth, it’s minty fresh, and her arms move up to lock behind his head, fingers thread through his short hair. He pulls her tighter towards him, melting his body to hers. She can feel his heart beating against her chest. His hands move down her back, until he grabs a handful of her ass.

“Okay, we got it!” Someone shouts and that’s the cue to stop. That’s the jerk that pulled them back to reality.

They part but Dean leaves his hand on her waist. When she looks at him, she can see the pink in his cheek, the red of his lips. She probably doesn’t look any different. Her hands go up to his lips, brushes away at them to clean them from excess wetness and he does the same for her, fingertips ghosting over her lips and it takes everything for her not to suck them in and make the situation awkward.

“If you two lovebirds could give us room for the next guest?” A woman wearing a headset comes and leads them towards the entrance.

The moment is over.

They sit down at their table and it seems like Dean knows everyone here. He introduces her as his wife and she shakes more hands than she ever has in her lifetime.

When the meal comes, she complains about the too tiny portion, which prompts Dean to laugh out loud, saying it’s a relief that finally someone voices their opinion. He can’t stop laughing even if it isn’t even that funny? She hasn’t eaten and this is just making her grumpy.

“Dean, people are staring,” She says as one woman at their table clears her throat audibly.

Dean’s laughter dies down after her warning and he leans closer to whisper to her, “I don’t really care about those people. Can you hold on a little longer? There’s going to be dessert and if you’re still hungry, we can go and grab something on the way home, okay?”

“Okay,” She says, picks at her food and in two mouthful, it is already gone.

“Hello Dean,” A voice makes both of them turn around.

“Hey, Crowley,” Dean greets the man, stands up to shake his hand so she gets up as well.

Crowley smiles, stares at her and back to Dean, “Another month, another woman, I see?”

“Oh,” Dean shakes his head, chuckles softly, “This one stays. I put a ring on her.”

“Did you? Lovely! Congratulations!”

Y/N gives the men space to talk business and excuses herself to go to the bathroom.

When she walks out, Dean’s waiting right outside, back leaning against the wall.

“What are you doing here?” She asks and Dean grins when he sees her, pulls her to the side and walks with her a couple of feet away where nobody could see.

“Look, I’m sorry about Crowley,” He apologizes and she has to frown because she doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Dean sighs, “The comment? You know? The woman of the month?”

“Oh,”

“I don’t want you to thin—”

“—Dean, it doesn’t matter what I think.” She interrupts him. Of course she knows about the women. She sometimes has to buy them flowers or book tables at restaurants. She’s not an idiot. Dean’s good looking and he’s single, he has the right to date around, “You're notorious for having a different girl on your arm all the time. You think I don’t already know that? I’m your assistant, believe me, I know.”

“It may be true that I take them out to social gatherings but it doesn’t mean that I’m fucking all of them.” Dean hisses, and she knows that he wants to keep his voice down.

She cocks an eyebrow and grins, “So, only some of them then.”

“Jesus,” Dean rubs over his scruff.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to tell me,” She says, and adds, “Do we need to go over a story so that we’re telling the same one?”

“Maybe we should,” Dean says and he places his hand around her waist, pulls her further away from the gathering until they are standing in a hallway next to the kitchen. She stands with her back against the wall while Dean crowds her in, shielding her from prying eyes.

“What do you say when someone asks how you fell for me?” She asks him, and she doesn’t know why her heart’s beating so fast.

Dean looks at her then, his gaze is intense, it makes something flutter in her stomach. His thumb comes up to brush against her bottom lip, “Your smile. You have a beautiful smile.”

She has to swallow hard at that, “And how did I fall for you?”

Dean chuckles, leans down a little more, his lips ghosting over hers, “I can be persistent. I came to your work and showed up every day until you said yes. It’s not even a lie,” he kisses her and it’s so soft, too. She almost has to whimper. He grins, kisses her again, equally soft and gentle.

He’s still grinning when he parts, “Come on, let’s go to the bar.”

Taking her hand, he pulls her away to the front again, and leads her towards the bar.

“But dessert,” She says, a little disappointed that she’ll miss it.

Dean laughs and places his hand around her waist, pulls her close and kisses her temple, “I think it’s going to be some weird marzipan shit anyway. It’s not worth it. I’ll feed you when this is all over, okay?”

Y/N sighs and rolls her eyes, “Fine!”

He grins at that, pulls her closer to kiss her cheek, “That’s my girl— oh no!” His grip tightens on her hips.

“What?” She tilts her head to ask him and notices his lips pressed into a thin line. When she looks back ahead, she sees what he is looking at.

He is looking at them.

Chuck and Amara.

“Did you know they were going to be here?” She asks curiously.

“No, I didn’t.” He hisses through gritted teeth.

“Dean!” Chuck greets his new business partner.

“Chuck,” Dean says, tries to stay professional and then he turns to the woman and nods at her, “Amara.” Dean clears his throat, “This is my wife, Y/N.”

She holds out her hand and Chuck takes it, lowers his face to kiss the back of it, “I thought he was just making shit up,” Chuck chuckles, “But look at you, you’re real. It’s nice meeting you, Y/N.”

When she holds out her hand to Amara, the woman doesn’t even acknowledge her. Her lips are thin. “Your marriage is fucking fake Dean, and you know it!”

Y/N’s jaw drops, “Excuse me?”

“Oh, please,” Amara turns to her, “We all know that he’s not married! And now suddenly he has a wife? I am his wife!”

“I—” She starts to speak.

“—Don’t you dare talk to my wife like that.” Dean’s loud, it makes everyone around him flinch. And then he hisses, “I don’t even know what happened alright? All I know is that I woke up the next day with a marriage certificate propped up on my fucking nightstand.”

“Don’t think you can get away with it, Dean,” Amara’s fuming, Y/N can tell, “My lawyer is talking to Sam. He’s still waiting for that court date to annul our marriage, isn’t he? I’m sorry to say but if you want out, I want more money or else I’ll sue. And I’ll win.” Amara storms off before she or Dean can say more.

Chuck stays, though. He keeps his cool. “Don’t mind her,” Chuck says, “She’s just not used to not getting the things she wants. I’m on your side. If you’ll excuse me,” Chuck pushes himself away from the bar to greet someone else but not without turning back before he leaves, “We’re still on for that dinner?”

“Yeah, we are.” Dean says, lifts his hand for a salute.

“Wow,” She turns to the bar and the bartender comes around and asks her what she would like, “Do you have shots of tequila?”

The bartender nods with a smile.

“Then two please.” She holds out two fingers and Dean raises his eyebrows to which she just shrugs.

The shots are placed in front of her and Dean reaches out for one which makes her swat at his hand.

“Hey!”

She chuckles, “Who said they were for you? Get your own drink!”

Dean laughs, loud and sharp. “You’re something else, you know that?” He kisses her temple before he orders a whiskey and watches her drink her two shots.

“What did Chuck mean by he’s on our side?” She asks Dean and he sips his glass.

“Chuck wants Amara out. He just doesn’t have the money to buy her shares from her. He’s about to do anything that would get her to hand over the shares to a reasonable price but she wants double for it.” Dean says in a low voice, “That’s why he was on board when I showed interest. He wants to slowly push Amara out.”

“She sounds greedy,”

“That’s because she is.”

Meeting Amara kind of put a damper on the evening that has started more than alright. They’re sitting in the limousine, neither of them talking for a long while. It’s Dean who breaks the silence first.

“Are you still hungry?”

“Ugh, I kind of lost my appetite.” She sighs.

“Yeah, that happens every time I see Amara,” Dean chuckles tiredly.

They return to silence. She’s looking out the window, and starts to count passing streetlights to pass the time and silence.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Dean says after a while.

Looking at him, she sees him smiling at her softly. How he can still manage to smile is beyond her.

“Aren’t you scared that she’ll get what she wants?”

“Is that why you’re so upset?”

“Duh!”

“Hey,” Dean’s hand finds hers, he squeezes it, “Don’t worry about it, okay? We just keep on doing what we do. Sammy is good at what he does. All Amara has are empty threats, she’s got nothing on us.”

Us.

He says it so easily. It might be weird but she likes the sound of it.

Dean leaves his hand on hers the whole way back and takes it again when they get out of the limo and ride the elevator up in silence.

Once inside, he lets go of her and that’s okay and not okay at the same time. She’s confused and she doesn’t even know why. All she knows is that she feels things she shouldn’t.

“I’m going to bed,” She says and he probably will too, because tomorrow is a work day and it’s already late.

“Okay,” Dean takes a step closer to her, reaches out to touch her, fingertips ghosting over her arm, “You did great today. I haven’t had that much fun at an event for a long time.”

“It was my pleasure,” She replies, smiles a tired smile.

Dean takes another step closer and he’s so close again. She tries not to think about their kiss but that’s impossible because it’s the only thing she can think about right now. He weaves both his arms around her waist, pulls her closer and places a kiss on her forehead, “Good night, Y/N.”

She nods, and takes a step away from him, keeps her head down to hide the fact that she’s beet red, and walks to her room with an extra sway of her hips (just because she can). She turns around at the corner to see him smirking at her.

CH05

#light my fire #dean winchester #ceo!dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fan fic #dean winchester fan fiction #nathalie writes

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Juleka’s Birthday (Day 1: Music)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13060490/1/Juleka-s-Birthday

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15940889/chapters/37171418

Rose sat in the art classroom 33 together with other students working by themselves on a project, they wanted to do, while the teacher was present to lean them a hand, whenever they needed it.

“Juleka will love the self-made picture frame I made,” Rose said as she was coloring on a big, octagonal frame the upper part of the frame.

On another table, Nathaniel Kurtzberg sat in front of his table coloring a drawing of their friend Juleka together with her friends sitting on a picnic chatting and having fun with each others company.

“How can it be, that I’m the only boy at Juleka’s party?” Asked Nathaniel looking back at the blonde.

“You’re not the only boy, there’s also Luka,” Mentioned Rose.

“Come on Nate, there won’t be any tea parties or fashion show, where you gotta wear a dress,” Alix said passing by his table grabbing an orange spray can.

“That would be funny to see,” Said a brunette, that sat on a beanbag together with a blue haired girl, which sat next to her studying from a chemistry book, while the brunette held a black novel book on her hands.

“Hahaha,” Nathaniel said ironic, then observed her getting up to look at Rose’s frame.

“How many pictures can you put in there?” Asked Lila gazing at the frame, the blonde was coloring.

“I’ve counted ten before,” Nathaniel said walking up at Rose’s table to see the wood made a picture frame and Marinette got up from her chair too along with Alix, which had just finished her graffiti work on a canvas.

“It looks amazing Rose” Complimented the half Chinese girl.

“Yeah it does”

“Are you also going to use the red ink?” Asked Nathaniel looking at Rose, then the brunette dipped her thumb inside the color and nudged Nathaniel on the nose with it. “Are you for real?” Nathaniel asked annoyed, making the brunette laugh.

“Just kidding,” Lila said passing with a wet napkin Rose had on the table on Nathaniel’s nose. Rose looked at the girlfriend passing on the boy’s nose, then she widens her eyes as she had another idea for her artwork.

“Hey guys I’ve got a great idea,” Rose said dipping her finger on the purple color from the box with the various color pigments and pressed her thumb on the edge of the frame making a fingerprint. She did a few more and in the end, the fingerprints she made had formed a flower with petals.

“Hey that looks good,” Marinette said looking at the edge, Rose had made the flower.

“Why don’t we all do there our fingerprints?” The blonde suggested her friends.

“That’s a great idea,” Said Nathaniel dipping his finger in orange color.

“Kagami come get up and add your mark here too,” Lila said dipping her finger in red color then added it on the side of the frame making a heart. Kagami got up from the beanbag and stood between Marinette and Lila observing the others around Rose’s frame decorating the frame by dabbing on the wood.

On the Couffaine’s houseboat, all the girls of Miss Bustier’s class including Nathaniel sat in the living room of the boat on a couch all together. Next to the entrance of the living room the Couffaine’s had a small kitchen with a long counter similar to one of a bar with four bar stools one in each color.

Inside the kitchen, Mrs. Couffaine opened the box of a cake Marinette had brought from the bakery to Juleka’s birthday.

“That’s what I call a calorie bomb” Said Anarka looking at the rectangle formed cake decorated with a chocolate couverture, with small chocolate bars spread on the edges of the whole cake, the upper part of the cake had a portrait picture of Juleka made of Marzipan, under the raven-haired girl’s portrait, a third of the cake is filled with various colored chocolate drops with its brand’s symbol on it forming a straight line from the left to the right side. Under the different colored buttons, twelve half white and black chocolate eggs lied on their back up with a small bonbon of the same flavor lying inside the hole of the half egg.

“Whoa that’s the cake of my dreams and the one my mom would never buy me for my birthday,” Nathaniel said standing behind the counter gazing amazed at the chocolate cake.

“Your mom doesn’t, cause she knows you’re already too sweet to handle,” Lila said making him blush and roll his eyes down abashedly.

“When will Juleka come home?” Asked Mylène sitting on the couch along with Alya, Alix and Kagami.

“Rose said she was going with her to the shopping center to give us time to prepare everything for her party,” The daughter of the baker of the cake said to the short girl.

“Is there anything more we need to do for the party?” Asked Alix. “Luka said it was almost done, he just needed to plug in some wires”

“It’s fine girls, I only got a few apéro plates to bring up, but I can take care of that”

“We can take care of that Mrs Couffaine” The Martinic girl suggested the gray-haired woman, which nodded and opened the fridge and gave Alya a plate, which she passed on to Alix, who handed it over to Kagami, who then walked the stairs up at the deck with the plate, followed by Mylène carrying the plates for the apéro.

Luka stood in the conversatory, (At least I think it’s what that window covered place on the boat is) testing the music boxes he had placed in the room and the three girls appeared with the plates.

“Shall we put the plates on the table?” Asked Mylène walking at the raven-haired boy.

“Yes please” Responded Luka. “You place it in the middle”

“Thank you”

“Alya you can put the ham croissants up there and you with the mini pizzas...I don’t know your name” The older guy said feeling awkward looking at the Japanese girl.

“Kagami,” The blue haired girl said.

“Beautiful name,” Luka said with a smirk, while Kagami just stared neutrally at the punk boy.

“Shall I place this on the other side of the table, where the croissants are?” Asked Kagami.

“I…..of course” Replied Luka and Kagami walked away at the table, leaving Luka back disappointed.

“Yo Luka, what are you going to give your sister for her birthday?” Asked Alix carrying a plate with canapès.

“I tried to write her a song, I just hope she will like it,” The boy with the turquoise eyes said glancing at the short girl.

“She sure will believe me”

Marinette appeared along with Anarka and the mother of Luka gave Marinette a telescope.

“Here Marinette, you stay here in watch and see if Juleka and Rose are approaching the Liberty” Ordered Mrs. Couffaine handing the double citizen girl the glass, then Marinette saluted at the woman and placed the wrong side of the telescope on her eye to watch the location.

“I can see them already, but they’re far away from here,” Marinette told the others.

“Wait Marinette, you’re doing it wrong” Mentioned Alya walking to her best friend picking the glass up, turning it around to the correct side.

“Ops….thank you” Thanked the blue-haired girl to her best friend and placed the shorter part of the glass on her eyes, then shrieked as Juleka Couffaine and her best friend were arriving near the tail of the boathouse. “They’re coming!” Announced Marinette.

“Alright sailors, hide somewhere around here and when Juleka and Rose appear we jump out and sing to her happy birthday,” Said the mother of the birthday girl and all hid behind the table, then waited for the arrival of the two best friends.

“Warm, it’s getting warmer, hot, hot, hotter!” Rose said from down the deck, making Marinette chuckle by Rose playing with her friend. “Burning hot, you’re almost reaching the sun….tada!” Said Rose then Marinette and the others could see from under the table the legs of the two girls, afterward they jumped up on the air yelling.

“Surprise!” Shouted all at Juleka. “Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Juleka. Happy birthday to you!”

“Did you do this all just for me Rose?” Asked Juleka looking with excitement down at her short friend.

“I, Luka and your mom planned this last month” The little girl in the pink dress explained and Anarka walked up to her daughter with a present.

“Also without the help of the rest of your friends, we wouldn’t have finished everything here”

“Just imagine Luka had to blow up all the balloons by himself” Added Rose.

“The bicycle pump did the job” Corrected Nathaniel. “I just held the balloon, while Luka pumped air into the balloons” Nathaniel explained then saw Luka holding a full balloon on his lips, then took it away from him.

“Happy Birthday to you” Luka sang with a helium voice, making the others laugh.

“Ah, I love the way your helium voice sounds like,” Alix said.

“Sailors, we’ve got enough time to talk about this later, let’s first eat some snacks, after that Juleka can find herself looking at all the stolen….I mean given treasures by every one of you” Anarka said with a pirate-like voice and all the teens sat down on the table grabbing food from the plates.

A while later Juleka had opened the presents of the most of her friends and currently she had opened a square formed present, which was wrapped in red paper and she found inside a purple and pink colored makeup box.

“Wow Lila, that must have been expensive” Juleka said looking at the brunette, which was playing with her left bang of her hair.

“I didn’t find it expensive” Lila said. “I didn’t want to waste only 50 Euros on something cheap and quick broken after a month or two”

“Thank you, Lila” Said Juleka placing her box down next to Marinette’s self-made makeup bag.

“Great now you can put some new utensils in the makeup bag I made,” Marinette said with a smile getting to see Juleka nod at her suggestion.

“And from who’s this small box?” Asked Juleka taking it up, then saw it was from Kagami.

“I don’t know you so long, but I hope you like it,” Said Kagami earning a smirk from the brunette.

“What did you buy her a fencing suit?” Asked Lila getting pushed by Kagami by annoyment, but meaning it as a joke.

“Aww a necklace with the yin-yang symbol,” Said Rose looking at the necklace Juleka took out from the box.

“Come I put it on on you” The Italian girl offered, as she was the second girl to be sitting close to the birthday girl. Lila lifted up the dyed hair of the girl, so the French blonde could put on the necklace Kagami gifted her on the birthday.

“Those were really great presents you received there from some really great friends my girl,” Anarka said to her daughter, that smiled at her.

“Hey what about Luka?” Asked Alya. “What is his present?”

From the outside of the boat they heard strings of a bass guitar being strum, then all looked out to see Luka standing there with his bass connected to the bass speaker, he had brought from the living room up on deck.

“Come let’s check it out” Said Anarka walking out of the conversatory together with the girls and Nathaniel to see Luka playing on his guitar.

“Your brother didn’t buy you anything special for your birthday, but he wrote you a song,” Anarka said at her daughter, which observed Luka along with the others playing the guitar.

“Hey little sister, it’s the most important day today. Hey little sister, it’s September the ninth and you’re turning sixteen today, today, today….ay”

Juleka smiled excitedly at Luka’s performance, while all other applauded at him singing.

“Hey little sister, I’m glad, that you’re my sister. I couldn’t see anyone else as my sister.”

All clapped intact as Luka sang for the raven-haired girl keeping the eyes glued on the punk boy.

“I remember, when I was young you were born on a stormy night. Many thunders and flashing lights, illuminating the cloudy sky. My days were over as a lonely child, mom has brought me a new joy to life. That’s my little sister”

“Does he play in a band?” Asked Kagami looking at Rose, which was focused on Luka and didn’t pay attention to the Japanese girl’s question.

“He does with Ivan” Responded Mylène to the blue-haired girl, that smiled at knowing the answer.

“Little sister, remember that night, when I was done believing in me, you gave me hope and gave me trust to start in believe in myself again. Before I was just a small, little boy with broken dreams and now I’m here right in front of you raising up like a star” Luka sang falling down on his back towards the girls, which looked down at him, while he looked up at them pulling the cords on the guitar. “Little sister, God blessed me with such a great friend, I hope this bound lasts forever and ever and ever and ever...” Luka sang then finished the song, by stopping to play on the guitar and earn an applause from the audience.

“That was amazing Luka!” Rose shouted clapping loudly while Luka sat up smiling at the happy audience.

“This was the best present you could ever give me Luka. Thank you” Said Juleka sharing a hug with her older brother.

“You’re my sister and my best friend, you deserved the best….even if this didn’t sound like one of the best songs I wrote, but...”

“It was great Luka, really” Complimented Alix.

“Yeah” Agreed Nathaniel.

“Thank you guys” The raven-haired boy thanked the audience smiling relieved about his success. “I’ll write this song to end someday and I’ll give it back to Juleka,” Luka said getting up from the ground while helping the sister.

“That’s the kind of brother-sister relationship I need in my life,” Alix said at the thought of the Couffaine siblings. “I and Jalil are fine, but it would be nice”

“You got Nathaniel on the role as your brother, while Jalil is busy” Marinette added to the pink haired girl’s conversation.

“You’re right”

“So me mates, it’s time for us to share some of this delicious cake” Offered Mrs. Couffaine gazing at all the friends of Juleka’s class.

“I might just eat a little bit. Sugar drives me crazy” Kagami said neutrally.

“You’ve got diabetes?” Asked Alya looking surprised at the Japanese girl.

“No, I just get really, really hyper when I eat sweets”

“You can always share one piece of cake with somebody” Offered Luka. “I’ve already ate a lot from the buffet and won’t really eat a big slice”

“Alright”

“Come on guys, let’s eat the chocolate cake!” Exclaimed Rose excited entering back into the conservatory along with the others to eat later the birthday cake of Juleka Anarka was cutting for the students.

The End

#juleka couffaine #rose lavillant #birthday #juleka appreciation week #luka couffaine #anarka couffaine #lila rossi #nathaniel kurtzberg #Kagami Tsurugi #marinette dupain cheng #mylene haprele #alix kubdel #kinder chocolate cake #self written song #anarka with accent

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sashayed · 7 years

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Good afternoon, elegant natural beauties. Do u guys want to read a short, incoherent stream-of-consciousness review of Every Single Perfume I’ve Sampled since May 2016? of course you do! I put a star next to the ones that are good on me. i originally wrote “next to the ones i recommend” but of course every perfume smells completely different on every person so Who Knows. i don’t wanna get blog sued for recommending you a fragrance that smells like a butt on you.

★ annick goutal ce soir ou jamais - rose! big, overblown, spicy rose. musky. amber. really good! a little too floral for me personally but it’s very like a flapper wearing a rose in her hair & i would recommend for somebody else

annick goutal grand amour - unremarkable, thin floral. also gone almost immediately?? what even was this. annick. get it together.

★ annick goutal nuit etoilee - ohhhh, yes. soothing, but not boring. something like -- blue-gray forests and -- mint tea? it's cool and delicate and sort of cozy. mint leaves and resin. herbal, graceful, understated: warm tea and a pine fire on a cold night. it’s too elegant to be homey. it’s like if your ex-wife of 20 years invited you over to dinner and everything in the house was lovely and the dogs were asleep and even the trees outside tapped their branches on the glass just as you remembered it, but over dinner you realized from the coolness of her glance and the graciousness of her manner toward you, you knew absolutely that she had moved on, and however kindly she treated you you would only ever be a guest in this house -- your ex-wife might wear this.

★ l'artisan mon numero 6 - sort of woodsy and masculine in a good way! sandalwood, hibiscus. a gamine in a bower.

annick goutal petite cherie edt - can something be both powdery and juicy? pear and soap? it's nice -- very girly and sort of demurely playful -- but even with a surprising musky note down in there, it doesn't make much of a statement.

★ atelier cedrat envirat - a greener, woodsier Orange Sanguine. in spite of the name, the cedar is much more of a basenote, a strong vibration; more noteable are the citrus tones, especially as it dries. more lemon-lime than orange. delicious and fresh and invigorating. i can wear OS at any season, but this feels very summer-specific.

balenciaga b. - fresh at first but then….weird old bread?? what? what is happening. it’s still not bad but there’s something so floury/powdery about it. in spite of that bakery/kitchen association it’s not spicy – it’s green & dry. Fine, but not a keeper.

cb i hate perfume burning leaves edt - not so impressive on me anymore. it used to feel cozy and i'd get a hint of rich woods but now that sweetness is more like....bbq sauce. like, i just smell like i wandered into your house with grill smoke in my unwashed hair. this is fine and great when it happens organically, but a lil too meaty for my taste in perfume. not great projection either.

cb i hate perfume i am a dandelion - sharp & earthy greens – what florals there are are more crushed than blooming. i’d want to layer this with something but by itself it’s too much mica/dirt on me.

cb i hate perfume wild hunt - WET EARTH. foliage and moss. ozone. that low alcoholic thing that’s very cb-typical. round dirt. fades very fast.

clean rain - cheap but good. nothing remarkable though and it fades VERY quickly to regular bar soap. you could get the same effect for a fraction of the price with that $8 cucumber melon body splash from bath & body works.

★ comme des garcons blue santal - oh HELLO good MORNING! clean, tomboyish, scented wood and juniper. a ski lodge smell -- outdoorsy, but more moneyed than natural. the perfume equivalent of super-expensive ”reclaimed wood” scandinavian furniture.

d'orsay intoxication - bluh. the two words that come to mind are “honey” and “widowhood,” tbh, which makes this sound better than it is. it's just a sort of indeterminate, dated chypre floral, with an old-lady's-bathroom musk. which is better than old-man's-bathroom musk, obviously, but i'm not into this.

★ demeter honeysuckle edt - as pure and natural on me as annick goutal’s way more expensive chevrefeuille. projection & lasting aren’t as good but SUCH a fresh, sweet, uncloying honeysuckle.

derek lam 10 crosby drunk on youth edp - your cute friend’s hair after a shower. fancy girl shampoo. then it blossoms out and gets deeper & sweeter--pure honeysuckle, but still soapy, hence the shampoo. lovely, but too $$$ for basically a nice bathroom-steam smell.

dkny be desired edp - starts w/ sweet grapefruit & violet – then that shampoo-y smell – then the shampoo gets synthetic. it’s not BAD exactly, just mad artificial with a sharper and sharper plastic line through it. although ooo, as it dies down it gets REALLY nice. not worth that early stuff but very sweet and sporty.

dolce & gabbana intense - strong & sweet. intoxicating but also marshmallowy? tuberose. kind of like a lollipop. yes. booze lollipop. i dig it but it’s too sweet to be a standby for me. although the boozy vanilla about 15 mins in is SUPER delicious.

elizabeth & james nirvana black - i’ve heard this suggested as a dupe for Black Orchid but nirvana is WAY sweeter on me. more licorice, less tobacco and the vanilla comes across much less organically. some scents kind of fold your own smell into themselves and enhance it? that’s the goal for me & this w/ my particular chemistry is like the opposite. very “mask”-y.

★ giorgio armani si edp - YUM. lychee with some sharper fizz behind. black pepper? then incense/spiced wood? super sophisticated & sexy. reviews say “vanilla” – i’m not getting that at all.

gucci flora glorious mandarin edt - a burst of tangerine, then low slightly spicy flowers. good, but not great.

★ guerlain idylle - oo. oooooo. delicious. this is described as a “floral” but i’m getting something richer – something of that amber vanilla musk that i used to get with Black Orchid. i guess i smell the rose under that. as it dries it gets sweeter but not in a bad way – fruit-sweet, like a wet raspberry.

★ imaginary authors cobra and the canary - tobacco, smoke, leather. very distinctive and really kind of nice. i think you could pair this with something femmey for a really interesting layered smell but WHO HAS THE TIME!!

★ issey miyake a scent - spring. sharp cut green flower stems. wet but guarded. crisp. lemon tree & hyacinth in the very back. like it a lot. as it wears down it becomes deeper and more floral – a wet garden. (had this on same arm w/ d&g intense & they’re like the opposite of each other. a palate refresher!)

★ juliette has a gun mmm - sooooo good! like….creamy white flowers and orange rind and cinnamon? as usual with white flowers it’s a little sweeter than the woman i picture myself to be, but true to its name it is DELICIOUS.

laura mercier nuits enchantees - VANILLA EXTRACT! so delicious but unfortunately then this weird powdery almost nutty?? note appears. almond? or wait: marzipan. ough, that must be the patchouli. yeah, no thanks.

le labo vanille 44 - so good at first! rich warm vanilla-extract vanilla. spicy. wintry. something a little like rubber or plastic – or playdoh?? – deep under it, which is the only drawback -- except that then as it dries it fades to just that rubber plastic thing. :/ this was a disappointing relationship.

miller harris la pluie - weirdly old & incongruous on me – like one of those perfume sampler packs i played dress up with as a kid. not bad, but seems to have nothing to do with my skin.

oscar de la renta something blue - PURPLE MARKER SMELL? remember those smelly markers and the purple one was really good? this is like a fancier version of that. then it goes to more complex flowers.

★ pinrose treehouse royal - this is SO FAMILIAR, why?? what is it? vitabath??? green, delicious, ginger underneath. cassis and vetiver. very clean. i’ve never tried pinrose before and i really like it!

★ pinrose campfire rebel - oh wow. oh WOW. green smoke. everything i stopped getting from burning leaves – none of that charcoal meatiness. just clean autumn air and good whiskey. i gotta get more pinrose!

★ prada luna rossa - POWERFUL dude musk. spicy herbal, amber-y. Very very masc. Feels like Jean Dujardin inviting you behind the boat house for a cigarette.

ralph lauren polo black a wealthy, slightly effete dude sauntering out of the locker room. tropical fruit and sandalwood. very clubby, but also VERY delicious – at first. unfortunately it fades FAST to Eau de Douche. like, not the vaginal hygeine product, just a douchey guy in a club. ugh.

ralph lauren romance - very femme perfume-y – the opposite of luna rossa. Flowers first – rose & lily? Feels like the dullest body splash you could get from Victoria’s Secret. Inoffensive, boring flowers.

stella mccartney sheer - fruity! a less strong l'imperatrice. juicy. sweet and soapy.

★★★ tom ford noir pour femme - ohhhh shiiiiiit yes. ohhhhh you’ve done it again thomas. musk and vanilla. warm smoke. cardamom. this perfume is a cardamum blessing. i feel so sophisticated yet sexy yet also somehow cozy and warm?? a femme fatale in an oversized sweater. oh god, it just gets better and warmer and sexier every minute. WHEN WILL I BE RICH?? @daeontherun bought me a tube of this for XMAS because she’s a SAINT and we all put it on and spent the rest of the evening deeply inhaling our own wrists. can’t recommend highly enough.

#perfume #perfumes #things i smelled that i love #lookin okay! with rave sashayed

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