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subrenaspade · 1 year

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Deuce Spade x Reader (A Holiday of New Steps) Pt. 2

Art is not mine!!

Part 1

A little background about the MC in my story so you're not all too lost. The MC used to suffer from androphobia (A fear of men), that has to do with some past trauma That I might go into more detail about later on if I decide to continue this story. The MC is also a Orphan losing her father at four, then her mother at fourteen, so there will be mention of family. The MC spent all her time in foster care, due to her mother being an orphan herself and her fathers family disowning him.

Warning: suggestive situations, cursing, Maybe some angst (That's all I can think of right now).

This part does get a little spicy, however it's not too bad to put a real warning for it.

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Deuce ushered us to a train, in a hurry since the train arrived almost as we stepped out of the mirror for magic transportation. Once we found a seat Deuce ran off to do something, leaving me to watch out the window. It was almost surreal. A place that had so much magic and wonder that my world couldn't even begin to grasp, still seemed so normal in its own way. Almost like I wasn't just dropped in the middle of a world I didn't know, fighting over blot after overblot. Getting into some of the weirdest trouble that my dear, loving Boyfriend, and dear friends Ace and Grim caused……

“I hope Grim is doing okay.” I whispered to myself.

“I'm back.” I heard Deuce say. I turned my head to smile at him, only to tilt my head in confusion. He had two small boxes in his hand. He handed one to me and sat next to me.

“What's this?” I asked as I took the box he held out to me.

“With the rush this morning I didn't think you would have had the chance to have breakfast.” he said, opening his box after sitting down next to me. Inside was a pancake with some whipped cream on top with a few slices of bacon and scrambled eggs in a different compartment. It smelled really good. “They have a food cart behind us so I ran over and grabbed us something.” He explained. He snapped his fingers and pulled out two bottles of flavored milk. “Which one?” he asked, holding out a banana and strawberry milk.

“Oh, Um- t-the strawberry.” I said, smiling. I looked down, opening up my box to see I had the same thing, but instead of a pancake, there was a strawberry crepe with a cream in the middle. “This looks really good.” I admired how good the food looked. I looked over to see Deuce was staring at me looking relieved. I smiled at him, leaning over to place a kiss to his cheek, much to his surprise. He brought a hand to his cheek, placing it on the spot I kissed. I chuckled at his reaction.

Now that things were calming down and I was relaxing a little, I took note of his outfit. It was hard to tell with his black coat on, but since the train had a heater he took it off. He had a gray long sleeve shirt with denim jeans on. He also didn't have his signature spade design on his right eye. His posture seemed much more relaxed than in his normal school uniform, as if the weight and responsibility of it was gone at the moment.

“You look really handsome..” I blurted out, making him choke on his milk. I jumped at the reaction he had and went to pat his back as he coughed. “S-Sorry I didn't mean to catch you off guard..” I said feeling guilty and embarrassed. He shook his head, still coughing.

“N-no it's fine…. Y-You really think so?” He asked, ears turning pink. I nodded, giving him an earnest smile.

“Of course.” I stated as if it was a stupid question.

“I… I wanted to say so earlier, but was too shy in front of Ace and Grim…..” He trailed off looking embarrassed “You look really pretty…” He said quickly. I smiled, looking down too the light tan sweater with black jeans, I had a pair of boots on (Had other shoes thanks to Divius) that made the outfit seem comfortable and snug. It was perfect for the cold weather and I smiled. If Deuce thought I looked good in it then maybe it would help me make a good impression on his mother. After saying that he stuffed his mouth with eggs. I giggled.

“Thank you.” I said, looking down to the food in my lap to distract the warm feeling in my cheeks. I bit into the bacon, enjoying the savory flavor. I guess my nerves made me miss judging how hungry I was. We sat in silence for a little bit, enjoying our food. Once finished with the eggs and bacon, I started cutting up the crepe. I took a bite of the sweet treat, moaning as the sweet creamy flavor danced across my taste buds. I spotted Deuce watching me from the corner of my eye and looked at him. I turned to him and we just stared at each other for a few minutes. I was wondering if there was something on my face till a thought came to mind. Maybe he wants to try a bite. I looked back down and put a bite of crepe on my fork, making sure to get a strawberry. I carefully brought the fork to his lips, lightly touching them with the crepe. This seemed to have pulled him out of his head, shaking out the clouds. His eyes widened at me and a blush took control of his cheeks. I tilted my head at him.

“Well, aren't you going to open your mouth?” I asked, puzzled by his confusion. His blush deepened, and his lips parted a little.

“W-What?” He asked dumbly. I raised a brow at him.

“You wanted a bite, right?” I inquired, my arm started to ache from holding the fork up for too long. “Come on, my arm is getting tired.” I urged, I knew I was blushing. I had realized that my assumption was wrong, however I was too far to turn back. He opened his mouth like a Mackerel out of water. He froze after flopping around for a bit and looked at me determined. In the stiffest manner he brought his face to the Crepe and took a bite. I felt a smile tug at my lips. He pulled back, chewing the sweet treat with a hum and licking his lips.

“It's really good.” He muttered. His look of determination seemed to intensify as he looked down at his food and cut into the pancake, stabbing it like it insulted his ancestors (Made me jump a little). He held the piece out to my lips, being more gentle then when he practically speared it. I smiled at him, opening my mouth and moaning at the sweet flavor that invaded my mouth. I finished chewing and smiled at Deuce.

“It's really good as well! Wow, I never had food from a train before, who knew it was so good!” I continued talking. I reached down and unscrewed the lid to the Strawberry milk he had bought, taking a sip. Once I set my milk down I felt a hand cup mine. I looked up and was met with Deuce's face right in front of mine. Without a word, he placed his lips on mine in a sweet gentle manor.I froze, taken aback by the sudden action.

A small gasp left my lips at his bold display, his hand went up my pack. Slowly his hand cupped the back of my head, keeping me in place. He pulled back to give me a second to breathe, but went right back to my lips, nibbling this time, asking for entrance. I felt my ears turn red and my face heat up. Slowly I opened my mouth, only to be shocked by the intense taste of banana milk. I moaned quietly into the kiss as he made me drink all the milk he had stored in his mouth, following the liquid with his tongue. He pulled, leaving me a flustered mess. His face was now the color of an apple. I felt mine turning a similar shade, bringing a hand to my lips.

“H-how was it?” He asked, covering his lower face with his hand.

“I-It was g-good..” I commented dumbly, too embarrassed to say that most of the milk's flavor was drowned out by his kiss. Then again I didn't really know if he was talking about the kiss or the milk. I looked around taking note that the only other people in this section of the train was a elderly couple sitting all the way towards the front. I decided that revenge was in order and took a sip of my strawberry milk while he wasn't looking. Once I was prepared I cupped his cheek, making him look at me. His eyes widened and he finally moved his hand from his mouth, though I had replaced it with my lips. I heard him gasp and stiffen in his seat.

I moved my lips against his, asking him to open his mouth silently. He shuddered, obliging. I let the strawberry milk pour into his mouth, following it with my tongue. He moaned as he held my waist in place. After a minute or so I pulled away, looking him in the eyes. He almost looked drunk, I stroked his cheek as a gentle smile played on my lips. He closed my eyes, enjoying the affection, turning his head to kiss the palm of my hand. A voice over the intercom went off, making us jump a little as if we were caught. We pulled away from each other and back down to our food that was on the tables that were on the back of each chair. The voice said something about the next stop and I saw Deuce nod from the corner of my eye.

“That's our stop.” He informed. I nodded, taking the last few bites of my breakfast.

#twisted wonderland #twistedwonderland #twst #twst x yuu #twisted wonderland x reader #deuce x reader #deuce spade x reader #twst deuce #twst deuce spade #deuce twisted wonderland #heartslaybul x reader #heartslaybul #dtw #deuce spade twisted #deuce spade

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abookishdreamer · 2 months

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Character Intro: Amphictyonis (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- O Eirinopoiós by the people of Olympius

Amy by her friends & the others in the pantheon

Ms. Vanilla by Dione

Age- 32 (immortal)

Location- Little Athens, New Olympus

Personality- An intelligent and headstrong woman, she has a deep belief in the ideals of humanism- altriusm, compassion, & understanding. She can be overly sensitive at times as well as stubborn, personally stating that passion and pragmatism are "constantly at war within her." She's single.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess except shapeshifting. As the goddess of diplomacy her other powers/abilities include negotiation mastery, interrogation mastery, and political embodiment (that comes with temporary specialized powers based on several political ideologies).

Amy is the younger sister of Praxidike (goddess of judicial punishment). Other members of her immediate family include her brother-in-law Soter (god of safety) and her nieces Arete (goddess of virtue, valor, & excellence), Homonoia (goddess of concord), and Calocagathia (Aggie) (goddess of nobility & goodness).

She lives by herself in a studio apartment at The Acropolis Manor, a luxury apartment building in the Little Athens neighborhood of New Olympus. The interior design is minimalistic & chic with a blend of elegance and simplicity. The color scheme are neutral shades of white, cream, & beige. There's also cotton and linen furniture, opaque & glazed pottery, as well as lucite furniture pieces.

Amy has an animal companion, a she-dragon named Lunarion. The dragon has silver & white scales, bright gold eyes, silver wings with pastel pink wing membranes, and silver horns, claws, & crests. The dragon is widely known as "The White Mother." Since Amy is constantly traveling, she's always seen on Lunarion.

She's fluent in all the languages spoken in Olympius.

Her and her older sister's relationship has always been distant. They've always been too afraid or unwilling to be vulnerable with each other. Amy's resentment has deepened due to being passed over for a role as a justice on the Grand Olympian Court which went to Praxidike instead. She doesn't dislike her brother-in-law, but is not close with Soter either. The last get together Amy was a part of was Aggie's 9th birthday party.

A typical breakfast for her is a homemade smoothie (made with plain yogurt, coconut milk, sliced apples, almond milk, sliced bananas, and flax seeds), a small bowl of apple honey oatmeal, scrambled egg whites, and a lightly toasted bagel topped with cream cheese. She also likes the Golly Grains vanilla spice cereal.

Amy's makeup is understated with the use of concealer, bronzing drops, blush, highlighter, brow gel, eyeshadow, mascara, lip liner, & lip gloss.

Instead of lotion, she moisturizes her skin with almond oil.

Go-to drinks for her include white wine, pineapple juice, mineral water, orange juice, coconut water, lemonade, classic martinis, white lady cocktails, and champagne. Her usuals from The Roasted Bean include a medium iced vanilla latte & an olympian sized flat white.

Amy usually wears her long blonde hair in simple tight updos and flawless blowouts.

Her fashion style is very simplistic & sophisticated, not daring at all. Staples of her clothes include denim jeans, tailored suits and dresses, linen shirts, cashmere cardigans, as well as vintage pieces.

Amy loves using the Glory's Crown sweet almond shampoo, conditioner, and hair pomemade.

Her favorite frozen treat is frozen vanilla custard. She gets a medium sized cup at The Frozen Spoon.

Amy's primary source of income comes from being a diplomatic service officer at the Olympian Consulate. She's generally the go-between with the noble families and ruling lords/ladies of Olympius. She's also the go-between regarding the peace involving the three realms- Olympius, the Underwater Kingdom, and the Underworld. Amy has her own specialized passport which allows her quick entry to the other realms. Lately she's been doing her own private investigative research- the alarmingly growing number of missing Athenians in the state of Crete. For other means of income Amy also writes for The Oracle newspaper, in the politics section.

She's a quiet supporter of the MGM movement.

At The Bread Box she loves getting the grilled chicken sandwich (on brioche bread with extra provolone cheese) along with a white bean salad.

Amy is a HUGE fan of the Luxuria baguette bags!

She loves the white chocolate and coconut truffles from Cocoa Delights.

In the pantheon she's known for her delicious & creamy potato salad!

Amy doesn't feel the pressure for her life to be defined by marriage & motherhood. She fills her life with her career, interests, and friendships.

Her all time favorite dessert is the white velvet cake from Hollyhock's Bakery.

In the pantheon Amy is friends with Mousika (goddess of studying & music); one of The Horae, Litismós (goddess of culture), Iaso (goddess of cures & remedies), Sophia (goddess of thought), Peitharchia (goddess of obedience & discipline), Elais (goddess of oil), Mesembria (Bria) (goddess of the afternoon), Neicus (god of debate & appeal), Ogygia (one of The Nesoi), Axiótimos (god of honor), Dimósia (goddess of debate), Pistis (goddess of trust, reliability, & good faith), Aletheia (goddess of truth), Penia (goddess of poverty), and Ptocheia (goddess of beggary). Amy was the official mentor to Ekecheiria (Keke) (goddess of truce & armistice).

She loves snacking on her homemade trail mix that's made with white chocolate covered almonds, dried pineapple, diced coconut, roasted unsalted cashews, pretzels, & dried banana chips.

As a birthday gift she recieved a cream colored Megaleio handbag from Ogygia. It cost 40,000 drachmas.

A few months later for Christmas, Amy gifted herself with a vintage used Megaleio luggage set that she got on the Lè Real website.

A guilty pleasure for her are lemon sushi rolls.

Also listed in her phone contacts are Zeus (god of the sky, thunder, & lightning), Poseidon (god of the sea & earthquakes), and Hades (god of the dead).

Amy is currently planning a week long vacation to the state of Dodona along with Elais and Ogygia.

As for her love life, she hooked up with Favian (god of philosophy) long after his relationship with Mesembria ended. Amy was totally honest and told her about it and it wasn't an issue. Her last real relationship was with Pathos (god of emotion) which lasted for a year. In true Amy fashion, she was over him in six months. Oddly enough Amy finds herself attracted to Logos (god of stories).

Her all time favorite meal is mushroom risotto with riced cauliflower along with potato leek soup.

In her free time Amy enjoys chess, tennis, yoga, golf, reading, sunbathing, going to museums, going to the opera, spending time with her friends, and fencing.

"Diplomacy is a game of chess in which nations are checkmated."

#my oc #my character #oc character #my oc character #oc intro #character intro #oc introduction #character introduction #modern greek gods #modern greek mythology #greek myth retellings #greek goddess #greek goddesses #greek mythology #greek pantheon

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selfetishizing · 3 years

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a dog day afternoon

ash lynx was the sort of cool that oozed rum cokes and lemon-lime seltzers. he was the sort of rad that left dum dum wrappers and denim under the soles of his converse wherever he stepped. he was as smart as an apple in the way that he was both street and pillow fluent and that he didn’t need to rely on his trigger fingers to count the days of the week. he was cruel, calculating. always on target. always one shot, one kill. he was ashie on the weekends, aslan jade behind closed doors. he was as bitter as coffee beans, sweet as hershey’s milk chocolate bars once you got to know him physically, emotionally, spiritually.

to many, ash lynx was a revered gang leader, tortured genius and a stone cold fox.

to eiji okumura, ash lynx was...

what was he to him?

perhaps with one whiff of their room, you’d know exactly who ash lynx really is. eiji looks around him, looks at the floor, scattered, with white tees that may or may not be clean, crushed sodie cans, and sour jeans that seemed to have more rips in them every time ash returns home. if he ever returns home.

(ash is not home. eiji hates that.)

socks with holes at the toes are at the foot of his bed and some are dangling over the headboard, missing their partners. his bedsheets have popped out of two adjacent corners. he has newspaper clippings for blankets and hardcover novels for throw pillows, all tagged with fluorescent pink-yellow-orange-green sticky notes smudged with chicken-scratch. there’s a thrice bitten pizza slice laying on kafka’s the metamorphosis for christ’s sake!

to the ash lynx/eiji okumura compound, ash lynx was a stinky, teenage boy whom eiji masked with fresh linen air freshener.

but this is about eiji.

who was ash lynx to him?

for one, ash wasn’t cool at all. he'd turn into quite the diva when natto is within a five-meter radius or when october rolls around. he liked buying those math magazines they sold in the newsstands outside of their apartment-- the ones with the “problems of the week” and prize money. (he always won them. was always rewarded handsomely even though they didn’t need the money. eiji thinks he does them to get a ruse out of him.) he did crosswords for fun, read challenging literature under orange lamplight until the crack of dawn. sometimes, he spoke with more-than-three syllabled words as if to remind himself that behind all of the blood and bandages was a conditioned gentleman that was more than this life. more than gunpowder and switchblade fencing.

well, maybe some things were cool. maybe the way ash so effortlessly bantered with him was something to praise, or how he could come up with silly palindromes on the spot for laughs. (”yo, banana boy,” his favorite.) eiji liked his strength, his resolve; his subtle kindness, his back-patting and those mean nicknames that sounded too much like petnames in his silk-smooth voice. eiji liked the freckles of his face and the crescents of his dimples. he liked the scrunch of his nose whenever he was mad at the world and his stubborn blush whenever he apologized for said scrunch. he liked his green eyes, blond lashes; his perfect sitting posture and his lanky limbs that always knew how to hold him just right.

it was hard for eiji to really describe him in a few breaths with all of these facets of ash shining and glittering in the prisms of this resplendent emerald jewel. he was the sugar cubes in his tea, buttered light soaking through the curtains, the soft woolen sweater on his skin and sgt. pepper crooning in his ears. ash was the pain in his chest, the lump in his throat, and the starry tears that’d slink down his face whenever he’s alone at night, faced toward the wall. he was ash lynx, aslan jade, stereotypical suburbia poster boy and indoor dork all at once; both cool and uncool.

whatever ‘everything’ was was exactly who ash lynx was to eiji okumura-- perhaps something more, but definitely nothing less.

#my writing #fic #banana fish #asheiji #ash lynx #eiji okumura #aka me dumping all of my hcs in one Thing #i'm literally sleep-deprived rn #i'll use this in another fic probably lol #title is from tangerine by tim atlas #edit: this has been turned into a fic lol

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whumpqin · 3 years

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👖🍿🎂 for OC(s) of your choice!

Sure thing! I'm gonna use my current muses, which would be Elisha/Caleb, Jeremiah, Kairon, Artemio, and Little Bird <3

From these prompts! (Feel free to send one or multiple!)

This got a little long, so all of the answers are under a readmore!

👖 ~ favorite clothes to wear

Elisha/Caleb: Throughout most of his life, Elisha's always had a preference for some sort of sweater due to the ease of putting them on, and some sort of stretchy jeans tailor made for someone with a tail. Once he gets captured and is subsequently broken, as Caleb he finds that whatever amount of clothes is the easiest and quickest to put on suits his tastes better, especially given unhindered horn growth that allowed them to grow to the point that putting on a regular shirt was difficult. If he had to really pick it would be some sort of button-up shirt with one large, fluffy coat or two or three lighter coats on top of it, and thick, baggy sweatpants. Basically anything easy to put on and move around in, just in case.

Jeremiah: For the most part, he's a simple man with a "boring taste" if you ask certain people. He tends to wear thick denim jeans all day with shirts ranging in several monochrome colors. Blacks and grays for staying inside or going out, whites that are often stained when working out in the field. He also enjoys wearing steel-toe boots for a... multitude of reasons. On more official business where he needs to dress up he often likes a gray suit with a geometrically patterned tie tinged with green and white undershirt with similarly gray dress pants.

Kairon: For Kairon, whatever clothes you have on your back is good enough. He can't afford a fresh set of clothes to wear every day like some commoner, though he can't help but remember the days when he could. He sticks to comfortable, breathing clothes that are often stained (though everyone's clothes are stained so no one really cares), but if he has his way he'd likely wear a warm, comfortable patterned sweater and nice pants that breathed with some fancy dress shoes, like he used to have before he became a member of The Fallen Seeker.

Artemio: Living in the secluded woods, away from everyone else, Artemio tends to have free reign over his wardrobe. As such, he uses what he hunts from around his home to sew his own shirts and pants, and often his clothes have a variety of woven patterns in them specifically tailored to his tastes. His shoes are simple but comfortable, given that a devil of his stature actually does have human-like feet.

Little Bird: Angels have little to want in regards to clothes or taste, but they are gifted some by their Gods as a sign of Their love. Little Bird is no different, and was given radiant, gossamer clothes that shine their God's light wherever they go. They cherish this gift, and it's the only clothes they care about or want, despite what Artemio might think.

🍿 ~ favorite snack

Elisha/Caleb: While soup is his favorite food for a multitude of reasons, Elisha and later on Caleb are a notorious sweet tooth on a scale that actually ends up surprising his Masters and Omri and Quinn. His hunger for sugar knows little bounds, and he often makes himself sick because of it LOL. His favorite is almost always giant candy bars of rich, milk chocolate.

Jeremiah: Ironically, whatever's easiest to grab. He prefers apples or bananas, but won't say no to something like chips or sweets if they're more in his way than other snacks. A boring answer, but it's likely that he doesn't care enough to have a favorite and works off of whatever's best.

Kairon: Grapes. Oh my god grapes, and any other kind of smaller, bite sized fruit, especially any sweet kinds. Though Kairon doesn't show much emotion, showing him grapes will always put a little light in his eyes. When he lived with his family he would often buy grapes frequently and eat all of them. Captain Adair knows from personal experience not to let Kairon know there is grapes, unless he wants to discover later that they've been consumed in their entirety.

Artemio: Any good meat that he can sink his fangs into tends to please him, but a good snack that Artemio regularly enjoys is nicely dried and well-seasoned jerky. He makes his own in his home from his hunts.

Little Bird: Fresh honey from a bee's nest, taken without force, is the sweetest treat for Little Bird. So sweet and craved, that when it's placed in such a way with a convenient net to capture them, they barely notice it in favor of their most favorite delight!

🎂 ~ birthday date

Elisha/Caleb: Probably be around May 2nd. He always, always, gets some sort of sweet on his birthday, even in capture.

Jeremiah: Likely around August 10th. It's always regarded as another day, but he keeps note to track how hold he is.

Kairon: Close to Caleb's, May 7th. He doesn't celebrate his birthday.

Artemio: January 28th. It was really cold when he was born.

Little Bird: A fickle note is that angels don't... have a set of linear time? Their existence is not usually framed in terms of a "year" that they were born in. But if they had to pick their favorite day, it would be June 20th, because it's the longest day.

#ask answered #headcanons asks #worldbuilding #headcanons #jesus christ this got long #but they have a lot of opinions on clothes! apparently! and food in general #Elisha/Caleb #Jeremiah #Kairon #Artemio #Little Bird

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yeocult · 4 years

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ATEEZ as aesthetics

HONGJOONG: film cameras, piercings, painted nails, paint, berets, record players, classic movie posters, hair dye, honey, thrift stores, bold, fashion statements, never sleeping, primary colours, art museum, matching tattoos, poetry, messy handwriting, soft laughter, painting on mirrors, vintage, playlist for each mood, drawing on walls, tie-dye shirts

SEONGHWA: bullet journals, lofi music, turtlenecks, cafes, Uniqlo, back hugs, silk, boy next door, berry picking, pillowtalks, long showers, dog walks, humidifier, strawberry macaroons, soft whispers, nude tones, roses, crime documentaries, homemade food, picnic dates, hand kisses, study inspo notes, intertwined hands, pearls, breakfast in bed

YUNHO: soft hair, honey skin, movie jumping, banana milk, unmatching socks, Harry Potter movies, stripped shirts, Uno games, spontaneous road trips, fake plants, sweater paws, baked cookies, adventurous, blue sky, Converse sneakers, denim jacket, friendship bracelets, sharing milkshakes, ferris wheel kiss, sunflower, love letters, giggles, garden, keychains, love at first sight

YEOSANG: Dr Martens, spray paint, bulky sweaters, skate park, stacked silver rings, pinky promises, horror films, tangled headphones, Thrasher hoodies, night walks, face masks, keyboard smashes, honesty, pale skin, conspiracy theories, Hot Topic, sharing headphones, doodles on notes, beanies, running away, rooftop, bruised knees, soft eyes, graphic tees

SAN: lavender, polaroids, mixed soda drinks, gold jewelry, collarbones, tote bags, coffee shop, plushies, mukbangs, neck freckles, snatched waist, astrology, shiba inu, action films, dimples, late-night conversation, animal prints, golden hour, holding hands, lace, stargazing, connecting moles, cardigans, cactus, the colour purple, Netflix and Chill

MINGI: music blasting through headphones, trespassing, ripped jeans, night owl, energy drink, pants chains, creased black Nike Air Force, dancing in the rain, bomber jackets, messy hair, piggyback ride, cracked phone, badass with a cute smile, graffiti, wild heart, midnight adventures, Soundcloud rapper

WOOYOUNG: sun-kissed skin, oversized hoodie, fairy lights, hands out the window, phone always at low battery, talks throughout lessons, fake glasses, sleeping in, bubble tea, comedy shows, beer pong, coconut body wash, skipping classes, fast text replies, convenience store snacks, arcade games, snapbacks, neon lights, childhood best friend

JONGHO: ballads, water fountain, black coffee, latest iphone model, loyalty, matching tracksuit, stud earrings, leather, morning jogs, Versace, doodles on steamed up mirror, beach dates, cologne, promise rings, expensive sneakers, fresh air, sunrise, fluffy blankets, bear hugs, diary, theatre shows, perfect handwriting, guitars

#tag youself #i'm hongjoong and san #ateez aesthetic #ateez scenarios #ateez drabbles #ateez imagines #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho #ateez #kpop aesthetic #kpop

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like-a-holy · 3 years

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Leading my boyfriend on to make him in the mood and then go back - WooYoung

Pairing : WooYoung x Reader

Summary : You put your boyfriend in the mood for the nasty but back off each time. How will he react ?

Type : Fluff, Suggestive

I watched a video yesterday where the girl try to make her boyfriend in the mood. It was funny to watch and make the idea pop in my head. I should try it.

WooYoung always says he is not horny that easily and even if he is really attracted to me it’s hard. Yeah okay, we will see that today.

When I woke up this morning I still had this idea and decide to put a really good outfit on and act sexily toward him cause I know he is gonna have to work only at home and he don’t need to go out. But before it, let’s have a breakfast.

I took out a tray and put a banana, a grape, cookies, melted chocolate and two glasses of milk on it. I go in the bedroom with it and see him just sitting and opening his eyes slowly.

“Hi baby. Here is the breakfast.”

I sat down next to him on the bed and take the banana immediately before he can and put my plan in action.

We were talking about everything and discuss about a crime show we watched last night. He was explaining something i didn't understand and I was looking deep in his eyes while sucking on this banana.

He began to stutter a little and can't keep explaining.

“Ba-babe what are you doing with that ?”

“With what ?”

“The banana stop sucking it like that.”

“Hmm but It’s so good with the chocolate.”

I moan at I put on more piece in my mouth.

“Ok ok I want banana too let’s eat the grape.”

“I don’t share ! Go take one yo-”

He grab it from me and eat it in one way.

After that I got up and go take a shower and putting my clothes on. I have two job. One is community management for a small makeup brand and the other one is waitress in a coffee. Today I only work until 2pm in the coffee shop and go back home.

I put a red body with V-neck (I will have a apron anyways so it’s okay) and a blue jean on. The skinniest against my curves. Grabbing a denim jacket and high heels from the dressing, I got back to the couch and sit down to put the high heels on. WooYoung look at me with questioning eyes.

“What are you wearing ?”

“Hmm clothes ?”

“I mean why do you put sexy thing on ? Where are you going ?”

“I just go working baby and you know that.”

“You sure ? You only work 3 minutes from here and dressed like you’re going modeling.”

“I will take it as a compliment.”

I lean on him and kiss his lips teasing him a little by sucking on his tongue. He got a little worked up and put one hand on my hips and the other one in the V-neck to grab my boob. I pull back.

“No I have to go”

“But you still have 15 minutes to go. We have time for a little make out session.”

“I need to meet up with YeRin before.”

He pout and look at me sadly. I got up and lean in to kiss his cheek.

“Byyyyye”

I grab my bag and go outside to go working. I hadn't do that much thing and he already wanted to have sex one time. And he say he is hard to get ? Ahah.

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When I step in the house, I was meet by WooYoung on a reunion with his colleague on his laptop. I go in front of him and greet him with a smile as I went to our bedroom. Since he seem to like this top, I will keep it. I took off my pants and put a pyjama short on instead.

I go back to the living room and I sit down next to him.

“Just finish reunion call now. I’m so tired !”

“Ohh come here let me give you a massage.”

I got up and go behind him and work on his shoulder. I feel him being less tensed and just relax in my hand. My hand just go down on his chest and he pull his head back to see me better.

“Kiss me”

I did kiss him put not go to much into it and pull back. I go in front of him and go on my knees while putting my hair in ponytail. I hear him mumbled something like “Is it my lucky day ?”. He lean back on the couch with a stupid smile on his face. Searching for my slippers i found it under the couch. Exactly where I hide them this morning to make my plan go well.

I got sit down next to him and he seem disappointed. I act like I hasn't seen it and let a loud sigh out. I took my bra off and throw it away. His eyes goes big and he stares at my nipples. My head go on his shoulder as I close my eyes.

“Wait you can’t do that gosh.”

I put my head up and look at him and lick my lips.

“Do what ?”

“This ! You keep making me horny but I don’t know if it’s on purpose so I don’t jump on you but I can't take it anymore. Please either you don’t touch me at all either help me out.”

“I didn't do anything baby. You’re just imagining things.”

“You suck that banana looking at my eyes like you were sucking my soul or something else-”

“Heeey !”

“What it’s real ! Then you go out so sexy, I mean like always but even more today, then you kiss me sexily and let me touch you but you go to work. And since you came back you touch me hot, look like you give me a blowjob, and now showing your sexy nipples in this fucking shirt god. You’re playing now.”

I began to laugh at his face because he was becoming to be all red for speaking so fast and he was so frustrated. My poor boy. He was so easy to worked up. I became to feel bad now.

“I’m sorry baby. I just tried to get you in the mood”

“Then you did a great job. My boner didn't go away for like 30 minutes after that fucking banana and clothes. And now I have a hard on growing.”

“So I have effect on you ?”

“Of course you do.”

“It was a joke baby ahah. I did it on purpose of course. I wanted to see for how long it will take you to snap.”

“You -”

He lay me on the couch and tickles me as I laugh loud. We calm down and I grab his face.

“I will make it up to you at one condition.”

“Everything for you”

“I need you to explain the drama again because I wasn't really listening to you this morning..”

We laugh once again and kiss.

#kpop #scenario #woo young #woo young x reader #prank

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jamboreeartsupplies · 6 months

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from Saturday's Solar Eclipse :) only partially visible for us

they are too tiny for the glasses so they shared one side each hehe :) so cute

#my furby #my clown #clown posting #furby adventures #furby fandom #furby community #furblr #furby #furbies #safe furby #clown doll #clowns #clownblr #clown #banana milk denim jean #jamboree art supplies

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infinitebookwrms · 4 years

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Aesthetic Tag Game

Thank you so much for the tag @letscatchyoulater !! this was fun 😃

Rules: Bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold

I’m tagging @astaircaseofbooks @thebookfangirlstuff @thgbookprincess @spiegelgold-reads @thelivebookproject and anyone who wants to do it!

#tag games

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kitkatwinchester · 4 years

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Aesthetic Tag Game

Thanks for tagging me @jelly-pies and @letscatchyoulater! I know you guys tagged me a while ago, but it took me a bit to come up with my own aesthetics lol. It was super fun though!!

Rules: Bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold

I’m tagging @baloobird, @jen27ny, @crowleyellestair, @howdoistopthetrain, @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover, @ironfamjam, @jolinarjackson, @irondad-not-ironsad, @joyful-soul-collector, @justme--emily, and @annieshurley.

#tag game #aesthetics #enjoy! <3

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softjeon · 4 years

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i dont know if that counts but can you do write a headcanon for kiss me quietly maybe? i really loved the characters so much 😍

— GENRE; fluff | — PAIRING; Yoongi x Jungkook | — DISCLAIMER; anxiety— Wordcount; 2k | — written with @cassiavioletblue

↳ If you want to know which story the anon is referring to, you can read “Kiss me quietly” here!

Jungkook was biting his lip nervously. His heart was beating fast and his palms felt sweaty as he rubbed them against his jeans, before trying to take a deep breath again. He failed miserably, just gasping for air like a fish on land instead. His cheeks blushed in embarrassment, hoping that no one had seen him. No one cared for the young man in his fluffy sweater, that held on tightly to the hem of the fabric to ground himself, but to Jungkook it felt like he was being stared at from everywhere. Why the heck did there need to be so many people on a saturday night. There were one too many familiar faces, some waved at him and Jungkook had awkwardly repeated the motion as they looked at him in a mixture of surprise and questioning gazes.

Jungkook wasn’t one to go out, not alone at least. They were probably asking themselves where Jimin was. It only made him want to vanish even more. Jungkook was shy; he usually never went out and rather stayed inside or with his friends.

And waiting alone in a crowded alley was just heightening his anxiety.

Someone stepped beside the younger and Jungkook looked up at the taller man, who nodded at him with a smile, making him turn his face at the speed of light. The other just chuckled at him and Jungkook quickly pushed himself past the sign, almost making it fall from how he was nervously stumbling. But he couldn’t stay there for long either, when a group of girls made Jungkook turn on his heel and walk to the other side of the bar. He kept his gaze low as he finally found a new corner, where he was still visible enough and yet felt like he could push himself as close to the wall as possible if he needed. Jungkook breathed in slowly and observed the happy people around, vanishing into the bar or stepping out of it with smiles on their faces. He should see this as another opportunity to get out of his comfort zone, to try and do things he usually hated.

Jungkook wanted to do it for him. He wanted him to like him more. But he would be interested in a shy boy like him? He was so scared that Yoongi would turn his back on him, getting bored of his nervous antics, him being too shy to speak up. His mind was spiraling and his heart was aching at the thought. He wanted nothing more to turn around and go home.

Yoongi had chosen dark denim jeans that were tight fitted and not as ripped as the pants he normally wore. It was his version of dressing up, together with a leather jacket that wasn’t really black but rather greyish-blue and really soft to the touch because it had softened through the years. When he came into the bar he had a smile on his face, looking forward to their date - that was until he saw his date sitting in a corner, stiff and awkward. It looked as if Jungkook would have given anything to possess chameleon-characteristics and be able to melt into the wall behind him. When he saw Yoongi he perked up - but flinched immediately when someone behind the bar clanked two glasses together. He looked really uncomfortable and Yoongi suddenly felt bad about suggesting to go out. “That bad, hu?” He whispered when he slipped into the sitting booth right next to Jungkook.

Jungkook shrugged his shoulders, cheeks blushing when he felt Yoongi shifting closer to him. They had been on a few dates already and Jungkook still needed to wrap his mind around that the outgoing-heartbreaking-leather-jacket-wearing man was interested in him. Him, out of all the people, he could have chosen.

Jungkook smiled softly as he nudged his boyfriends side. “S-should I get you a beer?” His voice was so quiet that Yoongi almost didn’t understand him, but Jungkook pointed at the card on the table.

“Yeah, that’s.. if you want to? That would be nice.” He had to fight the urge to tell Jungkook to just stay seated and that he would get them their drinks in a second but Jungkook looked as if he had fought hard to get himself to say this because while Yoongi had no problem with walking past a dozen strangers and ordering drinks without the fear of being judged or overanalyzed he knew it was something that Jungkook had deeply engraved in his mind. So he didn’t want to take that moment of pride away from the younger who visible straightened himself at the prospect of his difficult task.

Jungkook bit his lip as he got up with his wallet in hand. He was taking deep breaths the closer he gotten to the bar, mumbling the type of beer Yoongi wanted a dozen of times in his mind. It was just about ten steps away from the booth. Not far and yet, it felt like Yoongi was too far out of reach already. He was always his safety line.

“What can I get you, love?” The barkeeper didn’t even really look at him, busy with handing out a few drinks, before his gaze froze on the younger. Jungkook opened his mouth but the moment he was sure he could easily do it there were no words. Nothing. Jungkook whined helplessly, when the barkeeper asked again getting obviously frustrated at the younger’s silence.

“Listen dude, if you’re not ordering…”

Jungkook nodded his head, gaze flickering around the room nervously when he spotted the sign at the wall. He pointed at it, quickly making a sign that he wanted two and to his own surprise the man got him right away. When he came back, Jungkook had a proud smile on his face, even though the blush and almost feverish redness of his cheeks were showing how much energy it had cost him to get two bottles of beer.

Yoongi had watched him like a hawk, ready to jump in and solve any problem that might occur but when Jungkook managed to come back with what he had gone to the bar for, smiling from ear to ear he felt pride surging through him, like a father whose son had just made his first steps. “Thank you, Kook.” He took the bottle with a nod, waiting for the other to sit down before they softly clinked their bottles together.

Jungkook leaned against Yoongi, feeling exhausted from his encounter with the barkeeper and way too many people between the ten steps and this booth already.

“H-how was mus-?” Jungkook got interrupted by a group of young students that suddenly stood at their booth. “The whole pub is full; do you mind if we just sit here? You guys don’t need that much room right?” They laughed and Jungkook knew they meant well. They really did. It wasn’t their fault. It was his own for being like this. Jungkook shifted closer to Yoongi, fighting the urge to climb on his lap completely as he tried to give the other enough space.

It was like watching a door shutting right in front of your face: Jungkook’s face closed off, a polite smile the only thing left on it but it wasn’t real, rather like a default mode he used when he wasn’t quite sure how to react. When Yoongi put his arm around him he could feel how the other’s muscles had locked up and it felt like he was hugging a statue. He leaned in, as if to kiss the other’s cheek and whispered quietly so that only Kook could hear him, “Do you want to go? I don’t mind where we are as long as I can have that date with you. And I want you to be comfortable. So whatever you chose it’s fine by me.”

Jungkook felt awful as he averted his gaze, trying to blend out the loud music or the people next to him. He wanted to be better for Yoongi at this, he really did. But it was just too much. With a little too shaky hands, Jungkook reached for his phone and opened up the notes as he always did, too scared to talk. He typed as he leaned his head on Yoongi’s shoulder, feeling a lot safer with him by his side. Jungkook held up his phone for the other to read, a smile appearing on his lips when Yoongi read the two words he had written down: Banana milkshakes?

He smiled encouragingly at the younger. “Yeah, that sounds like a plan.” He kept his arm tightly around his boyfriend as he got up, pulling him along with him while shielding him from the others view a little. He knew it made Kook felt safe if he was manhandled a little during instances when it all got too much. Because Jungkook trusted him to have his best interest at heart and sometimes it was a blessing to just shut off his mind and follow where he was guided. “Excuse us, we were kinda finished here so you can have the table completely. Enjoy the night.” Heads were bowed politely and smiles were exchanged and then they were out, stepping away from the table.

The moment they were out in the fresh night’s air, Jungkook took a deep breath feeling like he had held it. He let himself get pulled along and out of the busy streets, trusting Yoongi to take him somewhere else.

“I really wanted to do this for you,” Jungkook mumbled, brushing his sweaterpaw over his cheek in embarrassment. “It’s what you do with Hobi…like…going out and…and drinking beer. It’s not that hard, is it?” His lips pursed into a little pout, while he was beating himself up about it mentally. He was an awful excuse of a boyfriend.

“What do you mean you wanted to do this for me? Didn’t you want to go out yourself?” He looked at the other in surprise and then sighed deeply when he understood. “Baby, you don’t have to do that. Ever. Trying to do something that you don’t want but think I’ll expect of you. Because I don’t expect you to do anything but being yourself. That’s enough for me. You’re right, I do go out to drink with Hobi every now and then. But that doesn’t mean we have to do the same. We can do our own thing, And I’m perfectly happy with drinking banana milk with you if that makes you happy as well.”

The moment, Yoongi called him ‘baby’ Jungkook felt like his heart jumped out of his chest. He nodded softly. Jungkook was aware, at least the rational part of him that Yoongi was right but it was just so god damn hard to get it on his mind. “But you’re always so happy when you’re with Hobi and…when you’re out and I want to make you happy, too.” He whispered, holding on to the hem of Yoongi’s leather jacket as if he was scared that he could leave and he could prevent it with a soft grip. “I’m scared you’ll get bored of me.”

“How can you think I could get bored of you? I love you, Kook. You’re not a game to me that’ll lose it’s fascination after having been played three times in a row. Don’t worry, I fell in love with you as a person not with what I thought you should be like.” He leaned in as if to confess something “Also I have to tell you a secret. Everytime you smile that happy bunny smile of yours that comes out when you’re truly happy makes me fall in love with you all over again. So the best way to make sure I have no chance of getting a break is enjoying yourself.”

Jungkook immediately wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s neck, pulling him closer with the action as he held onto him tightly. His heart was hurting – but it was the good kind. The really good kind.

“I..I love you, too.” Jungkook whispered, brushing his hand through Yoongi’s hair as he pulled back enough to look at him. He couldn’t help it, but the bunny smile that he had talked about only seconds ago was coming out, making Jungkook scrunch up his nose in the cutest way possible.

#yoonkook #bangtanxm #bangtanarmynet #kwritersworldnet #networkbangtan #yoongi #jungkook #drabbles #anon #ask

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catchyoulaterwriting · 4 years

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Aesthetic Tag Game

Thank you so much for the tag, @jelly-pies!!!! I’ve done the first part, but the additions were really, really fun!

Rules: Bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold

This was fun! I’m tagging @blondsak, @fjorgetmenot, @temeriancaptain @infinitebookwrms, @meanwhile-in-other-worlds, @queenofthewilds and @kitkatwinchester and everyone who wants to do this! 😊

#tag games #get to know me

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loneswaggingranger · 4 years

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Aesthetic Tag Game

Thanks for tagging me, @jelly-pies

Rules: Bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold

This took me waaaayyyyy too long to complet because it was just so fun! I’m tagging @teammightypen @joyful-soul-collector @iron-loyalty @imgoingtocrash if you’re interested

Have fun, and have a great day, friends!

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