snow goddamn white

; tiffany hwang. 25. foreplay teacher. pansexual.

[taengisc]

[fanytastic801]

[tiphanies]

[a-minkilee-lust]

[sms ⇝ i heart minki] opened the fridge to find out there's no more cheesecake,,,,,,,,,,,,, [sms ⇝ i heart minki] ya're sleeping on the couch tonight.

[Text —> Tiffany] Ops, my bad, I ate it… But it’s not like I can’t make you another one

[Text —> Tiffany] I won’t mind sleeping on the couch if you are with me.

[a-minkilee-lust]

[Text —> Tiffany] Well, I pretty much just got a fork and ate it lol

[Text —> Tiffany] Jk darling, I can make you 2 even 3 if you want two, which flavor would you like?

[Text —> Tiffany] Guess it’ll be your lucky night, because my bed comes with me as a prize hahaha

[a-miyoung-lust]

[sms ⇝ i heart minki] that's not the main point, but anyways

[sms ⇝ i heart minki] two red velvet cheesecakes would do, thanks---

[sms ⇝ i heart minki] this is not a sleepover or whatever, must add (though you should prepare some snacks, too)

[a-minkilee-lust]

[sms ⇝ i heart minki] opened the fridge to find out there's no more cheesecake,,,,,,,,,,,,, [sms ⇝ i heart minki] ya're sleeping on the couch tonight.

[Text —> Tiffany] Ops, my bad, I ate it… But it’s not like I can’t make you another one

[Text —> Tiffany] I won’t mind sleeping on the couch if you are with me.

[a-miyoung-lust]

[sms ⇝ i heart minki] gasps-- how could you?! 

[sms ⇝ i heart minki] make me two cheesecakes and you're forgiven.

[ sms ⇝ i heart minki] yeah, I'm taking your bed 

[tipannies-deactivated20160218]

Bow Down to the Queen

[gldenstars]

[taenypush-deactivated20141013]

"We could be like peanut butter&jelly.”

[fanytastic801]

[m1l41989-deactivated20181217]

[jongdeer]

[a-miyoung-lust]

♔

; ♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes.

         Albeit waking up to the cliché sound of birds chirping beautifully and bright rays of sunlight creeping through the pastel curtains of her room was considered a rather common situation the brunette had never experienced in her twenty-and-a-few years of existence, Tiffany believed one day she’d be able to start the day in pure delight. In three days, perhaps. Tomorrow, who knows? But definitely not that one dawn. Instead, Tiffany woke up to a noisy Taeyeon and the picture of said woman shambling around the place– in her clothes: an oversized band shirt and a pair of gray cotton shorts. 

            Blinking and squeezing her eyes, the brunette confirmed the sudden materialization before her, jerking up on the bed immediately. “What the–– How did you–, I mean, what?!" High pitched exclamations cut her dry throat and escaped hoarsely, barely echoing and seeming harmless. At that moment, no way she was supposed to worry about bed-hair and bare face or seeming presentable, but she did anyways, letting her eyes fall on her own clothing pick to find out her nightgown was a little revealing – she would probably die with the image of Taeyeon’s lopsided grin in her mind. 

            As fast as it hit her, Tiffany hogged the blankets to herself in order to hide her slightly exposed body and crimson face, left to hear Taeyeon’s crack joke about being as useful as a new pajama set– and hopefully, an explanation. ”Taeyeon-ah!” She shrieked. 

            Well, in the end, she didn’t wake up to the harmony of birds chirping, nor to the day’s clarity– but she couldn’t ask for better morning, or daybreak. 

            “Now you owe me not only an iPhone 6, but new pillows as well. And don’t forget to return my clothes, I love that shirt, y’know.” 

[a-miyoung-lust]

♞ (sick jin)

; ♞ : Caring for each other while ill.

           Squinted chocolate eyes attempted to decipher the poorly glimmering numbers under the only source of light currently on, which came from the lamp placed on the nightstand next to Jinyoung’s bed, where said person lifelessly appeased. Tiffany’s hand still lingered on the boy’s burning skin, awaiting to be replaced by a wet cloth previously prepared, once the chances of being useful were pretty high considering the first impressions she had of him that afternoon; The brunette woman suddenly missed his majestic aura. “38.5°C,” 101.3°F, approximately 311.65 K. “You do have a fever,” she sighed softly, pursing her lips right away. 

           Tiffany took a seat on the edge of Jinyoung’s bed after putting the thermometer aside, brown orbs reflecting nothing but worry and compassion. The hand which formerly rested on his forehead embarked on endearingly stroking the silky hair beneath, brushing the dark tendrils away. Once free, it reached for the wet material kept inside a bowl and it’s pair met a full glass of water on the same nightstand, immediately extending it to the half-sitting boy. “Here, drink it,” and afterwards, placed the fabric on his front whilst offering him a meek, sweet smile. “Now, you should rest so we’ll be able to see your cheerful self sooner. Promise I’ll take care of you until you fully heal.” 

[a-miyoung-lust]

♛ ~

; ♛ : Sharing a dessert.

        As was a red fruits cheesecake he produced with a flourish from behind the kitchen door, Tiffany gasped a high note of delight when Minki presented it to her. It looked extremely inviting, with a fat amount of velvety, fresh berries on top (which meant they wouldn’t have to fight for a lone cherry) and almost burned biscuit, which seemed crunchy. A strawberry glaze lent vibrant color to the dessert, sticky syrup glimmering like rubies under the small fruits. The cake looked incredibly amazing, not to mention it was her favorite sweet and the fact made her ponder if cheese sat well with everything– plus, if someday kangaroos would run the world. Tiffany almost gave up on the idea of sharing it with the cooker. 

        “Damn, it looks wonderful, Minki,” the dessert landed on the table with a soft thud of the plate and a content grin the evening’s chef wore genuinely, one that lit up the already comfortable atmosphere and infected the lady accommodated across him, who flashed Minki a huge smile of her own, keenly nearing her curious face to the dessert. “I wonder if it tastes as nice as it appears,” and a teasing wiggling of eyebrows followed her words– needless to say Tiffany was ready to dig in.

        However, and keeping twitching arms to herself, she merely watched the following professor claim his previous spot before her; The movement– or the absence of one –earned a curious look from the man. A breathy giggle left her throat and she parted her lips widely, offering a hint of whatever she meant. 

[jaesbum]

[leetaes]

[a-miyoung-lust]

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy (select from the following for my muse to respond to)...

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

♦: Slow dancing