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mysticpandaobject · 2 years

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The Best Beauty Accessories for Women's Special Occasions and Events

Whether you're getting ready for an event or just trying to make yourself feel beautiful, these are some of the best beauty accessories for women's special occasions and events.

Makeup brushes

Makeup brushes are an essential part of any woman's beauty arsenal. They can be used to apply makeup, whether it's for the face or body. There are many different kinds of makeup brushes available on the market today that will allow you to create a variety of looks with ease.

The first step in choosing your perfect set is knowing what you want each brush for and where you plan on using them. If you plan on doing a lot of travel with your kit, then it might make sense for you to invest in travel-sized versions that won't take up too much space in your suitcase or carry-on bag (and won't cost as much). You'll also want something sturdy enough so nothing gets ruined during transit!

Once this is determined - go forth and shop! Happy shopping :)

Nail polish remover

Nail polish remover is a liquid that is used to remove nail polish. You can use nail polish remover to remove other types of paint from skin and nails, like acrylic or glitter. It's important that you don't get this product in your eyes, as it will cause irritation and pain if it does so!

Bath bombs

Bath bombs are a great way to relax.

They smell good.

They are fun to use, and they make you feel special when you use them!

Eyelash curler

Using an eyelash curler is a great way to make your eyes pop, but it can be tricky if you're not sure how to use one. To get started, curl your lashes before applying mascara so they stand out even more in the final look.

It's important that you clean your eyelash curler regularly and replace its rubber pads when needed so that your lashes aren't irritated by any bacteria or germs. You should also replace any old curlers with new ones every 3-6 months (depending on how often they're used). The best thing about buying new ones is that they usually come with replacement pads!

Eyelash curlers are available at most drugstores or beauty supply stores - just keep an eye out for sales when purchasing one of these accessories!

Face mask

Face masks come in many different types, but they all have one thing in common: they're great for deep cleaning your skin and treating acne. Face masks can help you treat a wide range of conditions, including dryness and dullness to rosacea, eczema and psoriasis. Face masks can also be used as an exfoliant to remove dead cells from the surface of the epidermis. Some face mask products contain hydrating ingredients like hyaluronic acid and aloe vera gel that will leave your face feeling soft after use.

Beauty blender sponge

A beauty blender sponge is a round, pink sponge that you can use to apply foundation and concealer. The beauty of this type of applicator is that it blends out your makeup so well that you won't have any harsh lines or visible product; it will look like your skin but better!

To use a beauty blender, wet the tip with water or makeup remover, then squeeze out any excess liquid before applying your foundation. Press down on the top part of the sponge and rub in circles until you've covered all areas where you want coverage (like under eyes). You can also pat off excess powder if desired by pressing down on top part again after applying powder products such as blush or bronzer with another brush or puff applicator instead--this helps keep things looking natural rather than cakey!

If possible try not too wet yours too much because doing so could cause mold growth over time which means having to throw away all those hard earned dollars spent buying this product just because someone didn't know how long they should keep theirs stored away before using again next time around."

Lip balm

There's no doubt that lip balm is a must-have accessory for every woman. It's also a great gift for women, too! Lip balm can be used as the base for lipstick or gloss, which means you'll have less wear on your lips and more moisture when you apply it. You can even use it to moisturize your lips if they're feeling dry after drinking coffee or eating lunch out in the sun all day long.

These are some of the best beauty accessories for women's special occasions and events.

Makeup brushes: The right brush can make all the difference when applying makeup, but it can be hard to know which ones you need. If you're looking to build up your collection or add new brushes, try this set from Sephora that includes everything from foundation sponges to eye shadow applicators and eyeliner brushes--all in one convenient package!

Nail polish remover: Whether you have an elaborate design planned for your manicure or just want a quick touch-up before heading out with friends, having some nail polish remover on hand will help keep your fingers clean throughout the day (and night). This small bottle is easy enough to carry around in your purse or backpack so that no matter where life takes you next, there'll always be something nearby at which point it's time to remove those stubborn globs of color off those tiny nails!

Bath bombs: Relaxing baths are one way we can recharge after long days spent working hard towards our goals; however sometimes even just being able to relax isn't enough when stress levels remain high throughout our lives due mostly due lack confidence issues stemming from childhood trauma caused by parents who never really cared much about raising children properly at all times during their upbringing period so instead would rather spend money on expensive trips abroad instead leaving most kids feeling abandoned emotionally without any sense direction whatsoever since most families don't talk openly about their problems openly anyway due fear stigma associated with mental illness stigma among society today - especially since many people blame doctors for creating conditions like depression etcetera rather than looking inwardly first before blaming others outside ourselves."

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We hope you enjoyed this article on the best beauty accessories for women's special occasions and events!

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years

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Not One of Many - Chapter Seven.

Surprise update time! Oh yeah, we’re doing it, besties! I kind of felt like the previous chapter wasn’t as well received as the previous ones, so I’m feeling a little insecure and hoping this one will be. Looking forward to your thoughts, as ever :)

Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 3,186

Warnings - Bit of smut in this one! Minors DNI!

He knew it was causing a rift with Talia, he knew it well, but that Saturday night, Alfie did as had begun to become the usual; he took both Amira and Mimi to bed with him after they’d arrived back home.

The prospect of two of his girls at once was never something he was strong enough to turn down, lying on his back, his cock in Amira’s mouth, Mimi astride his face, his mouth hungry at her folds, sucking as she shook against him, his tongue seeking her clit with keen licks, his hands grasping at her tits. They were the only part of her he wished he could change, the fact that she’d had breast implants. They looked great, but didn’t feel it. He’d rather play with real, small boobs than big, plastic ones. He kept that to himself, though, loving her too much to ever voice that to her.

Moving his hands, he slid them down her amazing curves, grasping her bum as he drove his tongue inside her, Mimi crying out loudly. “Yeah, you like that, darlin’? Like it when I tongue fuck your pretty little hole?”

“Oh my god, fuck yes!” she panted, her nails raking down his arms as she leaned back, riding his tongue, his beard tickling at her, hand spanking her bum hard a few times in quick succession. He then returning his licks to her clit with a grunt as he felt Amira move to envelop his cock within her heat, her arms snaking around Mimi, playing with her nipples as she kissed the side of her neck.

It was a blazing tempest of pleasure for the three of them, but perhaps none more so than Mimi, Amira’s hand slipping down to grasp at the butt plug rooted deep inside her, beginning to work it back and forth, Mimi’s cries reaching crescendo. “Come on, baby girl. Cum for us.” Amira encouraged, Alfie wrapping her clit in his full lips and sucking until she broke apart, her body shaking against her lovers, breathless in the wake of such a beautiful surge.

“Oh, bloody hell, I’m ruined!”

Alfie grunted with laugher, turning his head to bite her inner thigh. “Not yet you ain’t, love.”

None of them were, having their usual wild time in a variety of different trysts, Alfie fucking Mimi from behind while she licked at Amira’s clit, working a dildo in and out of her, the women trading places, both of them sucking on his cock at the same time, and to finish, Mimi bound in rope as she sat astride Amira, bouncing on the strap on she wore, Alfie behind her, his finger plunging in and out of her arsehole, wishing she was brave enough to take him anally. None of his girlfriends were, though, and for that, he couldn’t fault them. He knew how massive his cock was.

They fell asleep at somewhere close to 2am, Alfie wrapped around Amira, her own arms cuddling Mimi close to her. He woke up 7:45am, heading to the gym for a workout before hitting the shower, throwing on a pair of clean sweats and venturing up to the kitchen, where he found Beth sitting at her laptop, typing away while eating toast.

“Alright, flower. How’d you sleep?”

“Very well with the assistance of earplugs, thanks. You were right, they worked.” Chewing on the crispy crust of her toast, she smiled over the top of her screen at him, Alfie chuckling deeply as he went about preparing a smoothie for his breakfast. Spinach, ginger, apples, garlic, turmeric and oat milk. Amira referred to it as the death smoothie, because after trying a sip one time, she’d declared she’d rather die than ever do so again.

“How’s that article of yours coming along, then?” he inquired, after the whirl of the blender had ceased, pouring the green concoction into a glass and walking over to sit down.

“I’m making decent progress, a tentative start, but mostly what I have is note form and the quotes I’m using directly from Amira and Mims,” she began, Alfie smiling fondly.

“I like how you just called her Mims. She really likes you, you know.” It had made him beam the previous night, watching Mimi excitedly take Beth’s hand as they walked to the car, telling her how fabulous she looked. And she had. She’d been wearing an Alexander McQueen dress, teamed with the same Louboutin heels she’d worn when he first met her, looking absolutely stunning to him. If only she was welcoming to the idea of joining him and the girls. Nothing would have made him happier than to have her as his fourth.

“I like her too. She’s very unassuming, has a lovely unjaded attitude that I think most of us all possessed when we were twenty-one. She’s carefree. She’s taking me to the stables later today so we can go for a ride together.”

“Yeah, she’s still got that little sparkle about her that people have before life smacks the shit out of ‘em a bit. It’s that sparkle I fell for,” he spoke fondly, smiling. “And yeah, she mentioned it when I got up, but said she wanted a few more hours in bed first. Poor little muffin, she’s proper knackered!”

It didn’t take a genius to work out why that was, exactly, Beth not sitting well with the little sliver of envy that flushed through her momentarily. “Do you have any free time later, at all? I’d like to speak to you again before I leave in the morning, get a few more quotes, some further questions answered as well.”

He looked pained for a moment, shaking his head. “I’m working all day today. Got a few meetings I need to head out to and then I’ll be chained to my office for the duration. About that, though, you leaving in the morning. How would you like to stay longer, say, another week or two? I don’t think seven days is particularly long enough a time to get everything you need, really, come to think of it.”

“I think I could definitely benefit from a longer stay, certainly. Won’t it cause issues, though, with Talia?”

He sniffed with nonchalance, sipping a bit more of his smoothie. “That’s her problem. She don’t fuckin’ dictate to me. I’ve reassured the girl all I can, it’s up to her if she believes me or not. When you three went for a little dance at the bar last night, she was still bangin’ on about it while we were at the table, going on and bloody on. It’s like rubbing salt in the wounds.”

“Is it? How so?”

He smiled ruefully, leaning a little closer to her. “Because I want you to be here all the time, and you don’t want that. Now I’ve got her in my bleedin’ ear, reminding me of what I can’t have, and I don’t like it when I don’t get my own way.”

“Ahh,” Beth sighed, looking back to her computer. “I can understand why such would frustrate you.”

He widened his eyes a little, gulping back more of the smoothie. “I don’t wanna talk about it, though. Fed up of it.” He paused for a few moments, leaning back against the comfy seats, his abs flexing deliciously as he did. There it was, the throb deep within her, Beth’s eyes flitting back to the screen again as she tightened her thighs. “You know what, love? You’ve been here a week, asking your questions to us, but no one has asked you anything back, or at least, I ain’t done that. So, tell me, Bethany Drake. What are your favourite things?”

She was momentarily perplexed by the spontaneity of his question. “My favourite things?”

“Yeah! What makes you smile, makes you happy, gives you joy, all that. I feel like I want to get to know the woman staying in my house a bit better, since I’ve been too bloody busy to give you much of my time.”

“In what context?”

“Anything! Everything, from inanimate items, to animals, to weather, to sex, to music, to times of year. All of it. What makes Bethany with the lovely legs happy?”

“Okay, um. Where to begin?” she thought on it for a moment, before beginning to rattle off a list in no particular order. “Old books, brushed cotton sheets, spring rain, dark red nail polish, the sunrise somewhere beautiful, the sea, horses, when babies giggle, Jo Malone candles, white chocolate, anal sex, writing notes with a fountain pen, Magda’s humour – she's my bestie, by the way – her husband’s curry, otters, Josh Homme’s voice, cinnamon pastries, Victoria’s Secret undies, sea lions, white roses, Audrey Hepburn, Beethoven, the smell in the air just before a storm, cherries, Kurt Geiger bags, spaniels, Arthur Miller’s entire body of work, matzo’s, Picasso, Cabernet Sauvignon. Sorry, am I talking too much?”

“No! Continue!” He’d fallen into somewhat of a daze when she’d mentioned anal sex, imagining her being brave enough to take him, how much praise he’d lavish on her if she could, but had pulled himself from the fantasy to continue listening intently.

“Teasing and being teased, Louboutin’s, candyfloss, my bubbe’s tomato soup, Greece, sangria, Van Halen, cherry blossoms, Human Traffic – although my all-time favourite film is Casablanca – William Shakespeare, oversized sweaters, Gilmore Girls, Ugg boots, pumpkin spiced latte’s, the smell of fabric softener, sparkling water on a hot day, baby turtles, Hanukkah, Grey Goose, Maria Callas, chess, a man in a well-tailored suit...”

The way he grinned there prompted her giggles, Alfie trying not to look so pleased at that. “That got more of a reaction than the revelation that I love anal,” she commented, watching him hide his face in his hands for a second.

“Don’t, because you don’t even want to know where my mind went, hearing that. And I’m trying to be good, so carry on,” he groaned, Beth’s laughter escalating.

“I think I can guess, Alfie,” she teased, his dirty laugh filling the kitchen before she continued. “Alright. Um... scrambled eggs, Barbara Walters, peonies, Mickey Flanagan, Led Zeppelin, New York, fudge brownies, Siamese cats, cheese, old furniture, Madonna, oral sex, vintage typewriters, Mademoiselle perfume, old castles, the feeling of waking up and knowing I don’t have to be anywhere, autumn walks, the little coffee shop on Oxford Street, Bach, Phyllis Diller’s laugh, frozen margarita’s, shibari, red velvet cake, sunflowers, Corinne Bailey Rae, vintage Aston Martin’s, the word shenanigans, Sex and the City, freshly baked bread, daisies, salmon, and now I really feel like I’m going on and bloody on!”

He chuckled, leaning against his hand, thinking her so utterly lovely. He often asked new girlfriends this, and for the most part, all he’d received were superficial answers. No one told him their simple pleasures, like she just had, and he found it refreshing, for it was exactly what he wanted to hear. Beth had understood the assignment.

“You’re not. You’re bloody lovely, you know that?”

She smiled a little shyly, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I’m told I’m not bad.”

“Don’t be fuckin’ coy. You know you’re amazing.” Reaching for her, he stroked her cheek with his thumb, not able to help himself. God, she was just so radiant, so fascinating. All he wanted to do in that moment was to sit and ask her why each of those things made her so happy, hear her tell him stories relating to each and why they sparked joy in her.

“What about you? What makes Alfie Solomons happy?” She really wanted to know in that moment, and if she was honest, the desire to discover more had nothing to do with her article. The way he smiled at her, how he’d just caressed her cheek. She felt a little giddy.

He didn’t get chance to answer, though, Talia entering the kitchen. “Morning, sweetheart. You alright?”

“Yes, thanks,” she replied succinctly, moving to give him a kiss before heading for the fridge, pulling out a carton of orange juice and pouring herself a glass.

“Oh, just to let you know, Beth is staying on with us a bit longer.” The look she shot at him made her feelings very clear, Beth quickly powering off her laptop, wanting to be able to escape rapidly, should there be a blow up between the two. Anything that might have happened was swiftly shot down before it had chance to escalate by the entrance of a bubbly Mimi, her greeting of ‘hello!’ booming through the kitchen, kissing Alfie and then pointing at Beth.

“Come on! Clothes on, face washed! We have ponies to go and ride!”

“I’m all washed, I’ll have you know. Bear with, let me just go and dress. Can I still borrow some boots and half chaps?”

“Already popped them in your room, and a pair of jodhpurs too, since we’re roughly the same size.” With the atmosphere seeming to build, Beth made a quick getaway, Mimi saying she’d meet her outside. She was halfway up the stairs when the almighty row kicked off in the kitchen, wincing for Alfie, who was catching the full brunt of Talia’s ire. They were still in full swing ten minutes later when she left the house, Mimi waving to her from behind the wheel of Alfie’s brand-new Range Rover, clicking the door open.

“Let’s get out of the war zone, shall we?” she cringed, clicking the gate fob and waiting for them to swing open. “I feel bad at leaving him there to deal with it, but I don’t think I’d have been much use. She’s really getting herself all wound up over nothing. It’s been building for a few weeks, all this. I don’t know, she’s making a thing for her thing, what’s it called, a pole for her back?”

“A rod for her own back?” Beth offered.

“That’s it! But yeah, if she carries on, I can’t see him standing for it much longer. My boyfriend doesn’t have the best patience in the world, in fact I’d say it was his only fault, that he has a really short fuse, but there’s only so many times he can tell her the same flippin’ thing.” Pausing while she waited for a break in the traffic, Mimi sighed, turning left onto Fulham Road and thanking the van driver who had just let her out.

“I agree. I should remain impartial, considering my place in your home is to observe, but quietly, I think that’s correct. Alfie is the kind of man who would unequivocally just come out and say it, if he only wanted you and Amira, going forward. He doesn’t seem the type who would suffer having someone under his roof unless he really wanted them there.”

“Oh, you’re so right! He wouldn’t, that’s not in his nature. He really does want her there, he loves her, for heaven’s sake, but she isn’t making it easy. He told us that he’d spend more time with her and he has since she apparently requested such, but she’s still being paranoid. Alfie is straight up; he doesn’t hold back his true feelings. He tells you how it is, and sometimes that’s hard to hear, but ultimately, he’s an honest guy. She’s been with him longer than I have, yet I feel I understand him better, because I take what he says as the complete truth. She thinks somehow, she’s being hoodblinked.”

“Hoodwinked,” Bath softly corrected.

“Oh!” Mimi burst out laughing, shaking her head. The brain of Britain, the young blonde most certainly was not, but she had a good head on her shoulders. She was definitely more secure in her relationship and trusting of Alfie than Talia had slowly become to be. They arrived at the stables forty minutes later, the horses kept just outside of London, Mimi finding them to have been groomed and prepared for her arrival already, since Alfie paid for them to be on full livery. This meant that someone would tend to them for the owner morning and night, which freed up Mimi’s time.

While they rode, Mimi aboard Bryn and Beth on the immaculately well-behaved Sunny, she thought back to her time at the kitchen table that morning, the way Alfie had looked at her as she’d listed off her long list of things that brought her pleasure. They clicked, she couldn’t deny it, and she’d known since she very first time she’d had lunch with him, that feeling now seeming to have grown more for being in his home. While Mimi rode off to take her bigger horse over a few cross-country fences, Beth riding Sunny on along the tree line, she considered her options.

Would she be prepared to write off something she felt might be very wonderful between she and Alfie, all because she didn’t enjoy the idea of sharing him? Could she open herself up to being more carefree where monogamy was concerned, and realise that while one day, he could perhaps fall in love with her and they have a very real relationship, he’d also have something equally loving and real with the three others in his life?

This was where she knew she had to halt herself, lest tumble down the rabbit hole into a topsy turvy world, like Alice. Except Beth knew she should not fall carelessly into Wonderland. It gave her pause for thought, asking herself the question, now such had been stirred within her, how much of themselves, their own wants, their own comfort, were women willing to put aside, in order to be with Alfie Solomons?

She was watching it play out right now in the difficulties between he and Talia. It was a cautionary tale, and she knew this well, because she knew in her heart, not having him entirely would never be enough, and unlike the slew of women before her, she could not put that onto the table as her compromise. Many could, three currently did, and in return, they received a piece of him, but never the entire Alfie. Taking her phone out, she recorded verbal notes to reflect that, which not only would be used for her article, but at any point, in her yet-to-be-determined stay, where she felt herself losing her head to his charms.

“I am not one of many, and I never will be.”

“Shall we go for a gallop?” Mimi called, cantering back over from the scarily huge fence she’d just jumped Bryn over, Beth returning her phone to her jacket pocket and zipping it safely inside.

“Yes, perfect.” It was, too, the cool rush of air hitting her face as she negotiated little Sunny over the terrain at top speed, the thunder of hooves and the horse’s snorts clearing her head. There was a sense of relief and freedom from her thoughts, right there, at flat out gallop that she sorely needed, blowing away the dangerous territory her mind had begun to wander into.

And then she pictured the way he’d smiled at her that morning, feeling butterflies cascade through her tummy. This did not bode well.

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fluffrry · 3 years

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Could you write something where the reader and H can't say they are together, his publicist idea, and her family is always asking why she doesnt date anyone even try to get her to blind dates and Harry is jealous but it is a bit fun, no angst.

Hi nonnie!! Here is a short little thing for you :D

Content: Bf!Harry, Famous!Harry (implied), Fluff, Banter, Non gender specific reader

Word count: 807

Authors Note: Hello! My requests are open and my masterlist is in the way!! In the mean time, please leave me any feedback you have and come talk to me in my inbox :)

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Fame came with it’s perks, but only if you were willing to accept the things you had to give up. Harry had learned that going public with the ones he loved only hurt them in the long run, and neither he nor his team wanted to continue the pattern. You knew this, of course, but it didn't make it any less irritating.

Your family made it a point to gracefully shove you into relationships, much to your dismay. Even if they think Harry is just a roommate, you’d think they'd accept your want to be single. Family never quite does what we wish, though, do they?

You let Harry know everytime you had a date lined up, and assured him that it wasn’t anything you were planning to pursue. It still felt like a betrayal everytime you zipped up a new dress and took a taxi to a fancy restaurant, though.

“How ‘bout our own date night, then?” Harry proposed. He was filling up a blender with some multicolored fruits and milk, something he did every morning.

You’ll admit you are less than half awake as he says this. Harry is much more of a morning person than you are. By 7am he’s always chipper and ready to take on the day, never missing an opportunity to have a filling breakfast and some morning alone time.

“Oh, yeah? Where did that come from?” You asked, pawing around the top shelf of the fridge.

“I just haven’t treated you to something in a bit.” The knife Harry held hit the cutting board with a deep sound as it sliced. “And...I’m not the happiest seeing you go on all these blind dates.”

Harry’s chuckle followed the end of the sentence, but the fact that he made eye contact let you know he was serious.

“They’re just a formality, H. You don’t have to go out of your way. I don’t need any fancy wine, just you.” You pulled some orange juice from the fridge and grabbed a glass to pour it into.

“I know.” Harry paused as he pondered. “But I think it’d be nice.”

“Alright!! You plan and I’ll show up.”

Harry smiled, nodded, and powered up the blender. The beautiful fruits mixed into a light green color.

“Sounds good,” He said. “Just be ready by six.”

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The restaurant was dimly lit, and had a fine dining atmosphere. The table you sat at was finished with glossy dark wood, and the napkins folded on top were stark white and clean. It was crowded with men in tuxedos and women in neutral dresses.

Harry had insisted you sit outside and avoid the crowd, so the breeze grazed over your skin and relaxed you. You were always calm with Harry. He had a warm, charming, and easy going vibe, even if he was always up for something spontaneous.

The table was by itself and on a small, balcony-like structure (something you rarely saw). It was behind glass that came up to just over your heads. Above it was a nice view of the sky and the cool, open air. If you looked to your right, you could see inside the restaurant and people watch.

“Mmm,” You mumbled as the ice cold water you sipped cooled your throat. “This is so nice. There’s so many options— I can’t decide what to get.”

Harry flipped through the menu with the precision of a veteran restaurant attendee. “How about we share something? Make it as romantic as we can. I’ll pick if you want.”

“Oh, no. Last time we did that I ended up eating a $200 appetizer. I’ll be picking my own meal, thank you.”

Both of you smiled in unison. Harry reached across the table to stroke your hand. You winced internally, knowing it was still wet from the condensation on the glass.

“From now on, every time you go on a date, we go on a date too.”

“Jealous, are we?”

“Yes. Very much so, actually.”

You always loved Harry’s honesty. It was second to his fluffy, soft, curls.

“I’m just worried someone may see us, you know?”

Harry rubbed the skin between your thumb and pointer finger gently. “Don’t worry. No one will. We’re alone, and I’m pretty sure that glass is tinted.”

“Pretty sure?”

“Very sure. Let me be the one to stress, okay?”

You made a noncommittal sound and returned your attention to the pricey menu.

Harry spoke again, the lightness returning to his voice, “You just worry about what movie we’re gonna watch tonight. You usually take hours just to choose.”

“Yes,” You agreed. “But my picks are always good, aren’t they?”

“Maybe. I’ll let you know after you decide what to eat tonight. If that ever happens, of course.”

“Keep up that attitude, and I’ll have no problem keeping you here all night.”

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pascalpanic · 3 years

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‘Nilla Bean (Agent Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x gn!Reader)

Summary: A cowboy in your coffee shop is not the way you’d expected your morning to go, but you’re not complaining; especially not when he’s as attractive as he is.

W/C: 2.1k

Warnings: talk of food/eating, brief allusions to alcohol, lots of flirting, sexual innuendos, I think there’s like a single use of fuck

A/N: okay I’ve been thinking about this FOREVER but I finally went ahead and wrote it!!! hope u guys like it, I’m a sucker for a coffee shop AU as a barista myself :) thx @theteddylupinexperience for helping me name it and motivating me to write it lol

When you started your shift this morning, you’d groaned as you tied the apron around your waist, expecting an uneventful day. Most were. If you were lucky enough to see someone you knew or to have an especially nice customer, you’d consider it a good day. You didn’t know when you walked in that it would be the good day to end all good days: nothing could top this one.

Weekday mornings in the fall aren’t particularly busy. The majority of your customers come around the morning rush, and the remaining ones are usually retirees or house-spouses and their young children. It’s enjoyable, days like these, that don’t require you to dash about the shop.

The only problem, really, is having nothing to do. You clean the coffee grinder, wipe down tables, wipe down everything else, then do it all again. Restocking, usually an endless chore, isn’t even an option; no one’s using anything in the first place. You and your coworkers chat, deep-cleaning the coolers, washing the blender stations, and doing the dirty work. When a customer comes, you’re the lucky one who gets to go take their order and put your task on hold first.

It seems like you’ve done every task twice, even when your manager introduces yet another idea for you to deal with. To bide your time, you prep coffee for later, rearrange the case of pretty little pastries that sits next to your register, and doodle on your station with a paint pen, humming to the soft music playing in the shop.

People come and go, some picking up mobile orders and some ordering from you, some choosing to eat inside and some taking their food to go. You sip your drink happily between customers- a white mocha with caramel.

At one point, you’re in the back and washing dishes when a coworker peeks his head into the back. “Hey, you got someone up front!” He informs you, and you nod and wander out through the swinging doors.

Well. That’s certainly a sight for a Tuesday morning.

The man standing at the register is wearing a painfully well-tailored suit jacket, with gray tweed and patches on the elbows. Beneath it is a white top and a black tie, and the man wears jeans on the bottom half. Interesting.

Perhaps more interesting is the large cowboy hat perched atop his head. The man’s face, below the brim of his Stetson, is incredibly handsome. He has an aquiline nose, a neatly trimmed mustache that wouldn’t work on anyone else, and warm brown eyes that make you smile softly.

“Hi,” you comment as you log into the register. “Are you a part of our rewards program?” You ask as part of your regular spiel.

The man furrows his brow then shakes his head. “Uh, no. No I’m not. Can you sign me up now?” He asks, and his voice makes your chest flutter with the tone. It’s rich and smooth, with a beautiful southern twang.

Looking at your register and back at him, you shake your head. “It’s just an app on your smartphone, really easy,” you tell him.

“Ah, damn,” he groans and pulls it from his pocket. “I’m shit with technology. Why don’t you just… type it in here?” He says, handing you his phone with a notes page open. His thick fingers accidentally lock the phone as he hands it to you.

You tap the screen to wake it and find the background to be a picture of a cute little pig all covered in mud. “Uh, you locked it,” you chuckle. “What’s the password?”

The man looks down shyly. “1-2-3-4. Don’t make fun’a me, I’m like a grandpa with these newfangled phones.”

It’s endearing, you have to admit, and it makes you giggle. “Not a problem. I’m not here to chide you on your security choices,” you shrug. You type in the code and find the app, starting the download for him before handing back his phone. “Can I get a name to start your order?” You ask as you look up at him.

His eyes hold a warmth there, radiating off of his smile. “Whiskey.”

“Your mother named you Whiskey?” You tease as you type in the name, returning back to the main page of beverages. “Some kind of legal name.”

The man shakes his head. “Nah, that’s just what I go by at work.”

Whiskey likes conversation, you notice, and it makes you chuckle a little. “You got a real name then?” You ask him, raising an eyebrow beneath your visor.

The man tips his hat. “Jack Daniels, at your service.” He says and offers you a hand, which you take and shake.

“That’s a lie. You’re telling me your nickname is Whiskey and your real name is a type of whiskey?”

The man shrugs. “My momma had a real funny sense of humor, I guess. My daddy loved the booze so they went with it. I work for Statesman, so I suppose it’s fitting.”

“Ah, the distillery,” you nod with a smile, not grasping the depth of what Statesman actually does. How could you? “Well then, Jack,” you say with an honest grin on your face. “What can I get you to drink?”

Whiskey, Jack, whatever his name is, looks up at the menu, scanning the different beverages. “Well. That sure is a lot of choices. I’m new to the area, so I don’t know the menu yet, and I don’t know the first thing about coffee other than how to make it in a machine,” he admits to you. “What would you recommend, sugar?”

Sugar. Your heart beats a million times faster at the man’s words. You’ve had lots of weird and creepy men call you different things, but you’ve never been flustered and enjoyed it. This man is getting to you, quickly. “Well, how strong do you take your coffee?”

He thinks about that for a second, fiddling with the button on his suit jacket. “Pretty strong. A little sweet, with cream. I usually take it Irish style,” he admits with a chuckle, tapping a belt buckle that you realize is a tiny flask. Jesus. That’s not cheesy.

“Well, we don’t serve alcohol,” you laugh and look down at your screen. “We have all kinds of flavors.” You list them all off, off the top of your head, now staring at the ceiling to recite them all. “And our seasonal drink is pumpkin spice.”

The man raises an eyebrow. “Wonderful and all, but what do you like? You seem like you’ve got a good taste, darlin’, tell me what you’d recommend.”

God, these names are going right to where they shouldn’t, especially not when this handsome man is leaning on your counter and flirting with you as he orders his coffee. “I like vanilla.” You shrug.

The man laughs and stands. “I hate to say it, sugar, but I’m not a very vanilla man,” he says, his head tilting down and his dark, sultry eyes peeking out at you from just below the brim. His voice is seductive, implying something else other than the flavor.

Oh fuck. “Oh, not like that,” you laugh as your face floods with warm blood, anxiety coursing through your veins. “Not vanilla in that way.” Fuck, that’s even worse, you think and grip the counter so as to not physically cringe at your words.

“Not like that, huh?” His words are still so seductive and flirtatious it makes you want to combust. Maybe you will, if he keeps this going.

“N-no,” you stammer, looking down at the menu screen again. “I mean, I just think it’s underrated. People dismiss it as boring, but it’s really just as interesting of a flavor as anything else. It tastes really good with our espresso.”

Jack tilts his head to the side, a smirk on his face. His lip pokes out just slightly to wet his lips and you shiver involuntarily, your skin pricking up all across your body. God, you hope he can’t see it. “I’ll trust you on it, ‘nilla bean,” the man drawls and stands up straight again. “Triple espresso with vanilla and cream.”

You nod and ring that in. God, if he keeps going with the nicknames, you’re going to melt into a puddle here and now.

“What are these?” He asks as his fingers trace over the drawings on the counter, lifting them and finding the pink and green powder of the dried paint has transferred to his fingertips.

God, he makes you nervous, but in a good way. In the best way possible, a way that makes you want to knock that cowboy hat off his head and find out if his lips are as soft as they look. “I draw when I’m bored. It’s been a slow day,” you chuckle as your own fingers trace the crawling vines and flowers you’d painted there. “Sorry about the transfer,” you chuckle and your fingertips brush his, making you involuntarily shudder again at the contact. His fingertips are calloused and radiate warmth. “Uh, can I get you anything to eat?” You ask and gesture at the bakery case.

The man inspects it for a moment, looking at the various foods lined up under the soft white light. “I’ll take one’a these,” he says and pokes a finger towards the chocolate chip cookies through the glass. You nod and take one out for him, putting it in a little paper sleeve and handing it over. “How much is this gonna hurt my wallet?” He asks, pulling it out from the back pocket of his jeans.

“Give me one second.” You type in your code for your employee discount, which takes a moment.

“What’re you typin’ there, ‘nilla bean?” He asks, brow furrowing.

Looking up at him, you push your visor up your face and smile a little. “Oh, I’m giving you my employee discount. It’s ridiculously priced here.”

Jack frowns. “You don’t have to do that for me, sugar. I’m just a regular ol’ customer.”

It’s your chance, you realize, to say something or stay silent forever. “Well, I like you,” you admit and take the credit card he hands you, swiping it through the machine. “And I’m hoping you’ll at least become a regular. I’d like to see you more,” you tell him with a grin.

The man’s face lights up, even beneath the shadow of his brim. “I’d like that too,” he nods and pockets his card when you hand it back.

A beat of silence passes as the two of you smile at each other, both of you lovestruck immediately. “Uh, your drink will be right up over there,” you say and nod to the other end of the café. “Are you going to drink that here or take it to go?” You ask.

“Oh, here,” he nods.

“Perfect,” you say with a small smile. “Then I’ll just bring it to you when it’s ready. Nothing better to do today,” you shrug and wander down to the other end before Jack, Whiskey, whatever can refute you.

You take the cup from your coworker, humming to yourself as you put some vanilla and cream in the cup, pulling the espresso shots. When it’s ready, it barely reaches the halfway mark of the small cup, so you top it with a little whipped cream. You suspect the man has more of a sweet tooth than he lets on.

Pocketing a pink paint marker, you put a lid on the drink and walk out to the dining room, setting the coffee down across from him. He’s munching on the cookie he’d ordered, looking up at you with unintentional puppy dog eyes. “Hey there.”

“Hi,” you smile and pull out the chair across from him, sitting down and pulling out the paint pen. “I put a little extra whipped cream on top. I thought it would go well with the espresso, make it a little creamier or something.”

As you uncap the paint pen, Jack’s brow furrows as he watches you. “Whatcha doing there?” He asks as you bring his cup closer to yourself and write something on the top.

“Being brave,” you chuckle and cap the pen, sliding it back. “I gotta head back. Enjoy it,” you say as you stand and pat him on the shoulder.

Only as you walk back to the register does Whiskey comprehend exactly what you put on the top of his cup. It’s your phone number, in that chalky pink paint, and a smiley face beneath it.

Jack may not be great with technology, like he told you, but he immediately pulls out his phone and takes a photo. Then he enters the number into a contact, filling out the name: ‘Nilla Bean.

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kuroos-babie · 4 years

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Using Your Beauty Blender to Do the Dishes

Sakusa x gn!Reader

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Request: hi!!! can i req hc/scenario of sakusa not knowing your beauty blender sponge is for makeup and ends up using it to clean 😂 — anonymous

a/n: HSHSHAHDHSJD this req is so funny istg thank u for this 😂😂

“Yoomi can you please do the dishes for me?”

Grabbing your coat and putting your shoes on, you glanced back to the living room when you didn’t hear any response from your boyfriend.

Sakusa was sprawled on the sofa, his eyes closed and pretending not to hear you.

“Come on, Yoomi. I just have to run to the store, I’ll make your favorite when I get back, pleaaaase.”

He just huffed and waved at you, “Alright, be quick.”

You yelled a quick “thanks” before heading out.

A few moments passed with Sakusa still on the couch, muttering how he didn’t want to touch your dirty dishes, grimacing at the thought of greasy plates.

With an audible groan, he finally swung his body off the couch to take his place in front of the sink. He was putting on the rubber gloves when he spotted your sponge — brown and worn out.

A shudder ran down his spine. How do you live like this?

He scanned the kitchen counters in search of a new sponge that he can use because there's no way he's touching that thing on your sink.

A box on the farthest edge of the counter caught his attention so he decided to check it out.

And just as he thought there it was.

A brand new sponge.

It was kind of weird though, he thought. It was pink and the shape was unlike he's ever seen in a sponge.

Must be a new trendy thing you decided to buy.

He proceeded to pour liquid detergent on the sponge and scrubbed at your dishes, even going the extra mile and rinsing them with hot water.

When you got home, you were glad to see the sink clean and empty.

"Yoomi, I'm back. I got you some snacks"

You heard his footsteps as he padded across the living, "Your new sponge is weird"

You didn't get a new sponge though, did you?

"What do you mean weird?"

"It's too small and the shape is weird, why did you even buy that thing"

Already having a feeling of what he was talking about, you brushed past him from the entryway and into the kitchen.

And sure enough there it was on the sponge rack, your brand new beauty blender.

You didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Taking in a deep breath and biting your lips, you turn back to your boyfriend who followed you into the kitchen.

"Babe that's my beauty blender."

And that's when it all clicked. That's why it looked familiar, he saw something like that in your makeup pouch.

He frowned but was unable to hide his embarrassment with the wild blush tinting his cheeks.

At this point you couldn't contain your laughter and it made Sakusa even more flustered. You tried to wrap your arms around his neck to give him kisses in consolation but he just craned his neck to keep his face away from you, the frown on his face making him loads cuter.

"Yoomi baby let me kiss you, please. You're too cute"

He finally give in with a huff and let you pepper his face with kisses in between giggles, muttering how you'll get outside germs all over him.

"I'll get you a new one", he whispered against your hair as he pressed a kiss there, "But can we take a bath first?"

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shhh-no-ones-home · 3 years

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zombie bucky barnes x reader

+++++++++ prompt: Sam calls you to help them out and when you arrive you become overwhelmed with feelings. You can't figure out why until later when Bucky takes your hand and his past flashes through your mind. He can't tell why you're crying until you snap out of your daze and hug him tightly

Song: don't fall asleep at the helm by sleeping with sirens

tag list: @cynic-spirit +++++++++ when I got the call from Sam I was a little worried about the outcome of this mission. I understood why he needed me but also we both knew the risks. but he wouldn't have called if it weren't absolutely necessary. the debriefing told me exactly how important it was and that eased my mind a little. the toll it would take on me would be a big one though, so sleeping on the plane to where he was was much needed. what I wasn't expecting though was how heavy I would feel when I finally got there. the weight that came from those around me was very intense and though I was trying to focus on the emotions of only one person it was becoming too hard to handle. at least without touching someone to hone in on them alone.

when we got out of the building it helped a little, him introducing me to his friend Bucky who was standing and waiting by the car. I shook his gloved hand and the rest was history. we sat in the car to the private airport across town in silence apart from Sam going over mission plans again. it was everything I could do to not fall asleep in the backseat. the feelings fluctuated as we wove through traffic but I was really just waiting for the next plane ride. that way i could have a break; no one there except the three of us and the crew.

when we got there however, nothing really changed. even as we got in the air, the night sky peaking in through the open windows. i was still feeling a deepness around me and part of me had an idea of who it was but i couldn't tell for sure without touching either of them. but that could wait. what i needed right now was to sleep again. I couldn't handle the toll anymore.

so I sat on the jet with my eyes closed. I told them I was going to nap but god help me if I couldn't fall asleep. I was so overwhelmed it was hard to focus on anything outside of what I was feeling. there was a pang in my heart the more silence that crept into the jet. I knew it couldn't be Sam that was making me feel this way but it could be anyone else here. I just sighed, sinking further into the seat and trying my best to let go. then I heard:

"so, what's her deal? why did you call her?"

from Bucky. there was a short silence and I knew Sam was choosing his words wisely.

"her powers are sort of unique. she can feel other peoples emotions, their struggles, their reasonings. I didn't know anyone better to help us with this. she can walk into a room and immediately know everyone without ever even speaking to them."

I heard Bucky's chair squeak as he shifted uncomfortably in it.

"and this will help because?"

"we'll be able to find exactly who we need to find. and if worst comes to worst and they don't give us the information we need, she can get it."

I squeezed my eyes a little tighter. my body was feeling more anxious than sad now. and I thought my emotions were bad. another silence fell over the plane though and it wasn't long before the feeling left and I fell asleep.

what could have been only a few hours in and i was jolted awake in a cold sweat. there was so much fear running through my veins i wanted to vomit. i breathed deeply as i looked around the darkness of the jet. Sam was fast asleep in the chair next to me like he was before. but looking around i didn't see Bucky. so i got up. everything in me was telling me to go back to bed, to leave it alone, to try to forget what just happened. but i needed to know if it was him. as i made my way to the back of the jet where the bathroom was he emerged, wiping his hand on his jeans. he just looked at me with a stern look on his face before side stepping me, putting his gloves back on.

everything in me wanted to say something. to touch him and see what it was that made him feel this way. and to know if he always felt like this because i was sure it was killing me. and i couldn't project onto him without him telling me he wanted me to, thats just how it worked. so i couldn't help him any. and i wanted to so badly. maybe it would help him sleep even just a little bit. but i guess i wasn't in a position to offer. instead i just went to the bathroom and when i was done went back to my seat and stared out the window until the sun began to peer over the mountains.

°°°°°°°°° the mission was a long one but we did it. all information was secured and now it was break time. we made it back home, or at least to Sam's home, and it was good to see Sarah and the boys again. they were so excited to see all of us, Cass and AJ both a little more excited to see Bucky again than me but that was okay. as far as i was concerned it was just relieving to be around happy people who didn't drain me. Sam knew i needed that more than anything after the mission we just finished.

we sat around the porch and chatted for a bit, the boys playing in the yard, pretending to be the new captain America and winter soldier. Sam and Sarah had made their way inside now, cleaning up after lunch and talking about god knows what. i was focusing on the feelings radiating off Bucky, sat next to me on the porch swing, swaying slowly. it was comfortable, the breeze whirling around us and rustling the trees.

"you did good."

Bucky said out of nowhere and i looked to him. the feeling shifted.

"uh thanks, it was nice working with you."

he nodded slowly.

"I'm sorry."

he said and i raised a brow.

"for what?"

he cleared his throat.

"for draining you."

he said a little guilty and i sighed.

"can i tell you something buck?"

he hummed, looking over me now.

"none of it was your fault."

he looked to the ground quickly, picking at his finger tips.

"hey, no, look at me. please."

i said and he did as told.

"i feel everything. i cant escape that. no matter how much i try to control it. i have to deal with other peoples demons. and though its true I've never felt anything like the weight you carry, I can tell that you are stronger than anyone I've ever had the pleasure of meeting and I haven't even touched you to know why."

we just kind of stared at each other for a moment.

"i never asked for any of this but i somehow still feel like its my fault. but then people say I'm a hero and i feel like i have to keep going. to earn that title. cause it definitely doesn't feel like i deserve it."

i think i understood a little bit of that more now. because i had been there. people exploited me for y powers and now here i was, working with captain fricking America.

"It's okay to fall behind, to not want to be apart of this anymore. But it's also okay to feel like you owe it to yourself or to others."

he tilted his head to the side.

"What do you mean?"

i shrugged.

"You never signed up for this, I can feel it in the way the air shifts around you. i can see through part of the veil. its telling me who you were. You were supposed to die, alone in the cold for someone you held close to you. But you didn't and now you feel betrayed... bitter... or maybe lost?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

he said quickly, shifting and looking to the ground again, and i sighed.

"James I can't see exact events just by being near someone, but the way I feel when I walk into a room with you? Everything changes. Yeah sometimes it's good, and I'm so glad you've found a family in Sam, but you're still that kid from Brooklyn trying to keep the little guy out of trouble."

his head snapped in my direction.

"you could give me your hand but it might be proving me right."

he relaxed a little bit.

"Who knows, maybe I'll always be that guy, but I've changed so much I'm not entirely sure he's still in there."

i looked ahead of us at Cass and aj still running around the yard, pretending to be Sam and Bucky.

"He must be, or else why would something so innocent try to emulate it?"

he glanced over the yard at them play fighting before slipping his gloves off. i knew he kept them on because of me. Sam had told me he usually took them off when he was with him. maybe this was the beginning of something trustworthy.

"Sam told me you can help."

i watched as he opened and closed his hand a few times.

"if you let me in i can."

his gaze shifted between my eyes before holding his hand out.

"i feel like I've tried everything else in the book."

he said softly. i nodded once before taking his hand in mine. in a moment his whole life flashed before my eyes. his childhood was beautiful, him and Steve playing in the school yard and having sleep overs. his teens troubled but what else would you expect from the doom of a war. then he was being experimented on, rescued, and fighting alongside the howling commandos. then i finally understood where the cold came from. there was a fight on a train, he fell so far only to be stolen and experimented on. i could feel tears slipping down my cheeks as i stared ahead of us. it all washed over me in large waves, drowning me out so the only thing left was him.

he was poked and prodded at, ripped apart and put back together. everything he was was taken out, thrown in a blender, and then something else was forced back in. he was still a good man despite what they did to him. despite putting him on ice for years until they needed him to fulfill their evil wishes. he said he remembered all of them and i knew now he wasn't kidding. he fully remembered everything he ever did and then some. it was heart breaking. and then there was Wakanda. i could feel my heart swell in my chest at the relief of the words disappearing from his subconscious.

there was years in a hut in a field, him being his own person. there was the fight with thanos and a large gap of darkness. then there was Steve leaving and how hard that was before finally coming to a slow stop at what had happened between the flag smashers situation and where they were now. it was everything and nothing all at once and it hurt like hell. i knew he was getting better, the therapy helped but he didn't think it was. there were other methods that worked much better, like the love he found here.

"you okay?"

he asked softly and i nodded, realizing how tightly i was holding his hand. there were tears in my eyes and i could feel the wet on my face as the breeze continued to flow around. when i finally got the clarity to look at him he seemed nervous. hell he felt it too and now so did i.

"a hundred years is a lot to share with a person."

i said before blinking a few more tears out and looking at him. he pulled his hand out of mine and sat forward again.

"im sorry i shouldn't have asked."

he said quickly.

"i knew it would be too much."

i shook my head and grabbed his chin gently for him to look at me.

"you don't owe anyone an apology. i want to help you. even if its getting you through tonight with no nightmares."

his breathing hitched in his throat for a moment as he scanned my face.

"you could do that?"

he asked and i nodded, pulling him into a hug. he was tense at first but this wasn't something he had the luxury of having in a while and he slowly melted into my touch. it made me want to cry again and i knew in that moment i needed this as much as he did. and who knew, maybe we could help each other. this was it so i held him tighter.

"bucky, for you i could do anything."

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closedafterdark · 4 years

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Can you write a scenario with loona hyunjin having a public sex kink? Tyyyyyyyy

Sorry this took awhile, trying to clean out my asks in order of submission.

Also dedicating this to @nsfwtwicecatcher as well

“Oppa, no one will see us here...”

“You can’t wait until we get to the hotel room?”

“No! You know Heejin will keep you inside your guys’ room until the end of vacation. And then I’ll never get a chance to be fucked by you.”

You sighed. After catching her breath from being roughly fucked the previous night, Heejin informed you that the two of you would be joining her friends Kim Hyunjin and Wong Kahei on a weekend getaway to Jeju Island. Upon arrival at the airport, you immediately rented a humble car for the four of you. The suite the girls booked was two neighboring rooms connected by a singular door. When they complained to you they were hungry, you laughed and shook your head. Letting them know you were going to leave, you saw the three of them having a rather intense talk. When they see you at the door, Heejin smiled widely at you.

“I’m off.” you said.

“Wait, oppa! I wanna join.” Hyunjin said to you.

“Sure, but may I ask why? From what I hear, Heejin says you hate moving whenever you don’t have to.”

As Hyunjin shoots an angry glare at your girlfriend, you and Kahei laugh.

“I’ll have you know I’m just conserving energy, oppa. Anyways, let’s go!” Hyunjin said, linking her arm with you. You were a bit caught off guard, afraid of how Heejin would react. Her expression was difficult to read, but showed no signs of hostility.

“Have fun, you two. Make sure to bring us back some bubble tea.” Heejin simply said as her attention returned to Kahei.

You were about to say something until you felt yourself being dragged away by Hyunjin.

Hyunjin notices you looking at her, conflicted. Heejin didn’t say it outright, but you knew she was not enjoying the fact her friends have sex with her boyfriend more than her. Hyunjin doesn’t like seeing the look of doubt and guilt in your eyes. She takes advantage of your deep in thought state and pulls you in for a heated kiss. She starts off softly, gently biting your lower lip. She makes sure to savor the moment, taking her sweet time to appreciate the taste of your mouth. She knows you are caught off guard by her sudden action but somehow, you don’t have the strength to push her away.

“I can’t keep doing this to Heejin…” you said to yourself as you let her run her hands on your chest and back. She pulls you closer, moving from your lips to sucking on your neck. Eventually, she makes a trail from your neck to your collarbone. Your eyes instinctively close as you let out soft moans inside her mouth. Hyunjin smiles, returning her lips back to yours. It feels like she is taking your breath away.

“I want you, oppa.”

You’re barely able to process her words before she straddles your lap on the driver’s seat. You reach down and recline the seat backwards to give the two of you more space. Neither of you care about your surroundings, the two of you inside a parked car at the outside of the resort. All Hyunjin could focus on was her lust for you.

As you reach inside Hyunjin’s shirt, she lets out a small moan when you unclasp her bra. She stretches her arms out, allowing you to push the bra and her accompanying shirt off her body. Your arms slither down her back, making their way to the zipper of her skirt. You capture Hyunjin’s lips once more, this time being a bit more rough. She cheers internally, happy you surrendered yourself to her seduction techniques. As you pepper her chest with small kisses, Hyunjin moans as she feels her breasts being covered in a thin layer of saliva.

“O-Oppa..” Hyunjin whimpered.

“Did you say something?” you said, pretending not to understand what Hyunjin wants you to do to her. Instead, you give her passionate kisses on the lips.

“My nipples! I want you to please suck them!” Hyunjin cried out.

It’s rude to keep a woman waiting. You quickly wrap your mouth around her right nipple, causing her to breathe out in surprise as you finally satisfy her needs. You make sure to give both equal attention, pinching the one that wasn’t currently in your mouth. She feels her orgasm growing stronger, all from simple touches from you and passionate kisses.

“Oppa…” Hyunjin said, her head feeling dizzy from how good it felt. “I can’t think straight.”

You hum while her nipple is in her mouth, the vibration of it sending shivers down her body. Her body arches forward, pushing her breasts into your face. She pulls her skirt up, wanting to feel your pulsing cock beneath her. She feels a bit shy when you push your hips up to meet her grind, but completely aroused when she sees you plead to remove your pants. She tries her best but with you pleasing her body, she doesn’t have enough strength to pull them down fully. You laughed, giving her a peck on the lips before helping her struggling hands free your erection.

“Oh fuck…” you moaned when you feel Hyunjin’s small, delicate hands wrap themselves around your shaft.

She slowly works them up and down your length, taking her time to try and torture you. Unfortunately when her thumb covers the tip of your cock, you accidentally bite on her nipple. She drags it back and forth before slightly jumping in surprise as your teeth graze her nipple. Her body shivers for a few seconds until the both of you realize Hyunjin came. Her hands unconsciously tighten around your cock at the same time.

You hummed in satisfaction as you view her euphoric state, her eyes shut tightly. Hyujin’s mouth is open, letting out a silent scream before tilting her head back. While Heejin was extremely beautiful, Hyunjin was no slouch in the looks department. You smiled seeing her chest now wet with your saliva, tiny red marks smattering her skin. You placed both hands on each side of her hips in order to support her, not wanting Hyunjin to fall onto the steering wheel behind her.

She would’ve done so if not for your quick hands, gasping loudly as she reels from her intense orgasm. The aftermath of it leaves her breathless. Hyunjin takes short, quick breaths in order to keep herself conscious. She was surprised, no one has ever made her cum from the simple act of biting her nipples. She knew her body was sensitive, but not this much.

Feeling bad for cumming too quickly, Hyunjin wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you in for a kiss. They started off as shy pecks, but the moment she felt your hands gripping her hips, she became bolder. Her tongue seeked yours, a repeat of her previous actions by sucking on your tongue. She took you by surprise when her hand slipped underneath your shirt and her freshly manicured nails began scratching on your chest before finding its way to your hard cock.

Not wanting to be outdone, one of your hands aims to find the sensitive area between her legs. You smile when Hyunjin tries closing her legs and breaking the kiss. Not wanting her to do so, you use your other hand to firmly keep her legs wide open for you. Hyunjin’s poor excuse of a panty is drenched with cum from her intense orgasm. She mewled when you found her clit, using the pad of your thumb to lightly rub her. Her body reacts to it, even more sensitive than before.

“Oppa…” Hyunjin breathlessly called out your name, wanting you to do whatever you wanted on her body. Her mind feels like it was put in a blender and being scrambled as a whirlwind of pleasure washes through her. She moves her body forward to feel more of your sinful touches. Hyunjin lets herself get lost in the pleasure as her eyelids begin to flutter closed. She bites her lips in order to prevent her moans from being too loud. She feels your fingers trailing across her lower lips, leaving Hyunjin desperate for more of your touch.

“Please… oppa.”

You tease her for a while, earning a gasp as you plunge a finger inside her tight hole. Hyunjin lets out a shrill scream when you add another finger and begin pumping in and out of her swiftly. All she can do is helplessly place one hand on the window and the other on your knee beside her. Hyunjin’s moans intensify when you suck on her nipple once more. The different areas where she is feeling pleasure from is too much to handle and she lets out another scream as a second orgasm flows through her. You don’t bother stopping, slowly down in pity as she rides out the pleasure.

She lays her head on your shoulder, her nails digging deep into your flesh as her hips quiver from the impact of her orgasm.

“No more, oppa. That was so intense. No more please…” she breathlessly whispered into your ear.

As you let her catch her breath, your hands travel behind her to massage her beautiful round ass.

“I wish Heejin had an ass like yours.” you murmured loud enough for her to hear.

A soft man escapes her lips as your fingers drag across her supple cheeks slowly. She grew a bit shy, remembering her initial plan was to seduce you into sleeping with her. But here she was, completely helpless under your control. She feels your erection throbbing on her stomach. It wasn’t fair she’s already cum twice and you haven’t even once, she thought. She knows how it feels to not be satisfied and she doesn’t want you to think she’s taking advantage of you for her own pleasure. Hyunjin slides herself backward quickly enough before you can stop her. Seeing a mischevious glint in her eyes, you watch her settle herself between your legs on the carpet floor.

Your breathing slows down when you feel her soft hands wrap around your cock, her gaze never leaving yours. Hyunjin’s cheeks are a rosy tint of red as she begins stroking you. She mixes it up, sometimes being painfully slow. When you were about to beg, Hyunjin increased her pace. You closed your eyes, afraid you would cum too quickly and lose control of your body. You laid on the reclined seat, both of your hands behind your head. Hyunjin was usually known as a fierce cat, but in this moment, she was an obedient kitty, wanting to please her master.

Hyunjin loved the feeling of your thick, hard cock in her hands. She had only been with one guy before you, so she never understood why men loved having their dicks stroked. But now she knew why. She bit her lower lip as she recalled the taste from when she first gave you a blowjob. It was during a gathering with friends, Hyunjin told you to be quiet as she unzipped your pants and freed your cock under the table. The two of you almost got caught when you grunted out load and held her head down as you came. You merely played it off by poking your thumb with a toothpick. She watches you so lost in pleasure above her. She hasn’t had much experience since then, but knew you enjoyed it with how much you came. Hyunjin noticed a colorless liquid flowing out of your tip. Mesmerized by it, Hyunjin lowers her face closer to your cock and opens her mouth to lick the strange liquid.

She is slightly startled as your knees jerk beside her. The liquid has no taste or smell. You were a bit caught off guard, causing you to unexpectedly cum. She gasps as she feels your cock throbbing in her hands.

“Oh fuck…” you grunted as your hands find their way on her head, holding her in place as you continuously paint her face with your cum. You explode all over Hyunjin, her hands unconsciously tightening around your cock as your hot, thick load is painted all over her pretty canvas of a face. Some ropes land on her hair while others begin dripping down her neck and onto her tits. You’ve finished on Yerim, Hyejoo and Heejin’s faces before, but none of them caused you to cum as much as Hyunjin did. While still recovering from your orgasm, you pull Hyunjin up back onto your lap.

You slip one hand between her thighs, pushing her panty aside before lining up your cock underneath her pussy lips and pushing it deep inside her walls. Hyunjin bit her tongue at the sudden intrusion, letting out a shriek as she feels full to the brim. She wondered how you could still be so hard even after you just came? You don’t bother giving her more time to think as you move her hips up and down vigorously. Both of your hands are holding her ass up as support. Hyunjin doesn’t know where to put hers, ultimately deciding to place one on your chest and the other on your shoulder. Each entrance and exit of yours brings her closer and closer to ecstasy.

“Do you like oppa’s cock inside you?” you asked her suddenly, leaving only the tip inside her pussy. Hyunjin whines, her head still spinning from the pleasure she is receiving. She tried moving her hips down to feel more of you but you managed to keep her steady. She whimpers, feeling you beginning to exit her. She feels your head pressing against her sensitive walls. As she lets out a steady stream of cries and gasps, she finally answers your question.

“Yes! Yes I love your cock. Please… oppa.” she whined, looking at you with puppy eyes begging for more.

“And what does Jini want oppa to do?”

“You… I want you.”

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

“I want your cock. Please, oppa! I want it so badly!”

Your cock slowly separated her moist folds, your hands squeezing her ass before bringing it down your length. Hyunjin can’t stop herself from curling her toes, her folds tightening as you slide into her. Her body falls forward, her hands shaking as she tries not to crash into you.

“Ahh, oh my god…” she whimpers as you bury your cock fully inside her.

You feel her hard nipples grazing across your chest, groaning as she continues tightening around you.

“You’re so hard, oppa.” she says to you. “Please be gentle with me.”

You hummed, nodding before taking her mouth into a kiss. You didn’t know when, but Hyunjin managed to clean the cum off her face, swallowing it and wiping her face with a wet wipe. You help her gyrate her hips, letting her take control. Her tightness surrounds you comfortably as she is completely wet.

“Fuck, fuck fuck…” Hyunjin moans as she begins moving herself up and down. You rest one hand on her hip, while the other cups her breast and squeezes it. As you catch a nipple in your mouth, your tongue flicks the sensitive bud and occasionally is trapped between your teeth, pulling it gently. Hyunjin is going crazy, enough that the energy in her legs is rapidly depleting. She helplessly sat down on your legs, quivering as she lets you fondle her breasts.

The inner apex of her thighs are incredibly wet, making noise every time she moves against you. She pushes your head closer to her chest, moving her hips left and right with her barely remaining energy. She feels the tip of your cock reach the furthest depths of her cavern. She gasped as she continued rocking herself on top of you.

“Are you tired yet?” you asked.

“Mhm.” she nodded shyly.

“I can take over.” you said, pecking her lips before ushering her to the backseat.

You pull out of Hyunjin, helping her move to the back. Her body trembles in anticipation of what you are going to do to her. You check the surroundings to make sure no one is around. After all, the two of you are having sex in an untinted car in the middle of a parking lot. Security cameras and roaming golf carts would be able to see everything. As you join her in the back, you finally free her of her panties. You rub her clit, softly using the pad of your thumb to go in a circular motion. Hyunjin moans in response, clenching the soft fabric of her skirt. You laughed at her reaction, sinking your head down to taste her. Hyunjin buries herself into the backseat as she gasps, feeling you greedily eat her pussy. Your tongue dances on her moist lips, drawing various unrecognizable patterns until she is left a quivering mess. Hyunjin pushes your head deeper in her pussy, begging you for more.

“Oppa… yes! I’m going to cum!” she screamed loudly.

As her orgasm is beginning to reach its peak, you stopped. Hyunjin feels disappointed that you decided to stop the moment she was about to reach her own nirvana. She whines at the loss, but before she could say anything, you turn her around until her back is facing you. She greedily anticipates what is next, being placed in her favorite position.

She doesn’t have time to think more as she feels your cock move up and down her awaiting pussy. Your hands grip each of her ass cheeks, massaging them gently as you slowly inserted your shaft inside her with one slow stroke. Hyunjin moaned in delight feeling your hard cock fill her once more. The pleasure was so good her nails began to dig into her palms.

“Oh fuck… oppa.” Hyunjin whimpers. You looked down and saw where your bodies were connected, a sense of satisfaction on your face at the sight of your cock buried deep inside her. She felt your balls rubbing against her outer pussy lips.

You placed your palms squarely on her ass and slowly removed your cock, only leaving the tip inside her. Hyunjin lets out a loud scream when you suddenly thrust yourself inside her. She bites her inner cheek each time you enter her due to how full she feels. You continue this a few more times until you establish a steady rhythm. Then, you begin fucking her fast and hard. Hyunjin’s mouth opens up in a silent scream, saliva spilling out the corners of her lips. This felt amazing, for both of you. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to be under your spell.

A loud smack registers in her mind, and she realized you just spanked her. Her butt was perfectly round and large, which meant it would take more than just one smack for her to feel it.

“You like when oppa slaps your ass, don’t you Hyunjin?” you asked, continuing to spank her ass several more times. Her white, pale asscheeks are now turning a bright shade of red. Hyunjin’s eyes remained unopened, losing herself in pleasure. You part her legs, your hands managing to find her sensitive clitoris.

Hyunjin’s body reacts accordingly, her pussy convulsing around your cock with violent, jerking spasms. You hear her let out a long, satisfied moan as a sudden burst of liquid gushes out of her legs. The force was so strong it pushed your cock out of her.

Even after you exit her, Hyunjin’s body violently shakes until she finally slumps into the seat. Of all the girls you’ve slept with, no one has had an orgasm this intense before. You were a bit disappointed it wasn’t Heejin, but proud you were able to make a woman cum like this. Hyunjin collapses into the seat, visibly exhausted and trying to catch her breath.

You were far from finished, not giving her a chance to rest as you ease your cock into her sensitive and tender pussy.

“O-Oppa…” Hyunjin whimpered, feeling you slowly sink into her beautiful body.

“Oppa, I’m still sensitive.”

“It’s okay. Oppa will make you feel even better.” you said, relishing in how tight Hyunjin still was. You slowly begin moving inside her, causing her moans to echo inside the car. She feels so much pleasure that she is beginning to feel lightheaded.

“Oh… oh my god.” Hyunjin screamed as you grabbed her hair and wrapped your other hand on her neck. The more you repeatedly hit a certain spot inside her pussy, the closer she feels her orgasm building. You try to position your body in a way that allows you to repeatedly hit that same spot.

“Is Jini going to cum for her oppa?”

“Yes!” she screamed, nodding her head.

Hyunjin’s voice is beginning to weaken, the only thing you can hear is weak cries and moans of pleasure. She closed her eyes before nodding at your question.

“Me too.” you said quietly, smacking her ass.

You start fucking her faster, pistoning your hips until you are balls deep inside Hyunjin. She responds by bucking her hips back at you, eagerly wanting you to fill her with your entire length. She feels her orgasm approaching once more, the pleasure too much to bear. Tears flow down her cheeks as she manages to let out one final scream.

“Oppa!”

“Fuck… Hyunjin!”

Hyunjin’s orgasm triggers yours, as you arch your back and give her one final, deep thrust. You feel your cock throb inside her, filling Hyunjin’s pussy with thick, hot cum. Your balls feel tingly, draining inside the young woman. As she is aroused from hearing your grunts of pleasure, Hyunjin lacks the strength to raise her head. Instead, her eyes are closed as she feels shot after shot of cum splashing inside her. Your entire cock was buried in her. Hyunjin took your body no longer jerking as a cue that your orgasm has winded down. You hold onto her butt for support, squeezing each cheek softly. Then you bury your face in between her neck and shoulder, your hot breath tickling her as you plant tender kisses all over her sweaty body before reaching her ear and softly nibbling on her earlobe.

“You did so well, Jini.” you said to her softly.

You slowly withdraw your cock from her pussy, satisfied as you watch your mixed cum leak out. You sit on one of the seats, pulling Hyunjin onto your lap. Both of you hug each other, exhausted from what you have just done.

“Fuck oppa, I’m so sore… and sticky.” she said, trying to catch her breath.

She sighs contentedly as she feels your hands massage her hips and travel up her waist. You earn another moan from her as you massage her sensitive breasts.

“You were right, I’m glad we didn’t wait until the hotel room to do this.”

“I told you! Plus, Heejin rejected when I said I wanted to have a threesome with you. That bitch. She doesn’t like sharing.”

“Oh, o-oppa…”

“Hmm?”

“We… forgot to buy bubble tea for the others.”

#asks #loona smut #kim hyunjin

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mind-of-a-hardstan · 5 years

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Paint

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: smut, make-up artist au

Rating: E

Warnings: smut, so much sexual tension omg, mature language, dirty talk, kissing, dry humping, grinding, taehyung’s neck should be a warning

Summary: You were a makeup artist. That much was clear to everyone. You were not the only makeup artist among the team who could draw, though. When they talked about drawing on Taehyung and giving him tattoos, you’d expected someone else to get the job. Why would they give it to you? You were one of the youngest on the team. One of the least experienced.

You did get the job though, to your surprise.

And, well. Who were you to turn down an offer?

Based on this post by @taechnological

Word Count: 5.3K

A/N: Should I have edited this? Yes. Did I? No. Also I wanted to use a gif where tae was already painted but then I saw this one and I went feral and I knew that was the one. Also I’m seriously debating whether or not I should start selling organs for feedback :)))

You were a makeup artist. That much was clear to everyone. You were not the only makeup artist among the team who could draw, though.

When they talked about drawing on Taehyung and giving him tattoos, you’d expected someone else to get the job. Why would they give it to you? You were one of the youngest on the team. One of the least experienced.

You did get the job though, to your surprise.

You were delighted at first. You liked painting people. One of your first jobs during college was painting kid’s faces at McDonald’s. You painted your cousins all the time, turning them into cute, bouncing little artworks. You had the skill and the talent for it.

So yeah, at first you smiled and accepted the job graciously. Then you realised… this would not quite be like painting kids. This would be a lot more like painting superman.

Or a Greek god perhaps.

You were a professional though. You’d done their makeup plenty of times. You were near all seven of them enough that they didn’t affect you as much as they did in the beginning. Sure, you’ve laughed with them when they joked around, tried to console them if they were nervous.

Doing their makeup took time, and that time was either spent in silence or with talking. That depended on how they felt at the moment.

They were never rude though. Just tired, sometimes.

You were a professional, and you’ve done all of their makeup at some point or another. Never on their necks though. Or… for god’s sake, their chests. And Taehyung… Taehyung was something else.

Taehyung’s personality shined like a star. He was bright, he made the whole room laugh if he wanted to. He made you struggle to keep your composure multiple times. Taehyung was someone who wore his heart on his sleeve. You’ve had to apply lipstick to multiple of his pouts. You always had to hide a smile at the cute gesture, and he always noticed and pouted harder.

Taehyung was, and this was the worst part of all, so unbelievably fucking hot to the point that it was almost downright intimidating. Sometimes you would walk into his dressing room and just need a second to stop and process. And he would doing something as simple as sitting and looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

Now, the other members were just as stunning. They had you just as flustered in the beginning. They just… they never looked at you in the way that Taehyung did. They never locked eyes with you when you leaned closer to their faces. They never winked at you, never smiled so brightly when they saw you, never stared at you so intensely. They never requested you when –

Oh.

Oh, that made sense. Taehyung had requested you do his makeup quite a few times before. Why would this be any different? There were older and more experienced artists on the team, so the only reason that you got the job would be because Taehyung requested you.

That made sense.

You weren’t sure if you had to be flattered or disappointed.

You went for flattered. It was better for you mental health.

When you entered Taehyung’s dressing room, he was already there.

You weren’t surprised. Taehyung was rarely late, and never without reason. You’d just… well you’re hoped there was reason. There had been a rush today and you felt like you’d needed a minute to mentally prepare for this.

He smiled at you though, that open, box shaped smile, and you smiled back.

“How are you doing today?” you asked by way of greeting and put down your make up case on the vanity. It was strangely quiet. None of the others were here yet. Taehyung came three hours early for the tattoos.

Taehyung bit his lip and looked down. “Nervous,” he said, voice low. You looked back at him and smiled softly, hoping that he would find comfort in it.

“Well, the paintbrush feels nice against your skin. At least according to my cousins. Maybe it’ll help?” you suggested, turning around with a small brush in one hand and black body paint in the other.

“Your cousins?” Taehyung asked with an unsure smile. You put down the paint and decided to do his foundation first, lest you ruin your masterpiece later.

“Yeah. My mom’s youngest brother is like sixteen years younger than she is? So his kids are still pretty small.” You gently primed his face with a cotton soaked in primer. “He has two girls and a boy. The boy is eight, I think? And the youngest girl is three.”

“And you painted them?” Taehyung mumbled, trying not to move too much. You stifled a giggle and nodded.

“When my uncle told Connor that I do makeup for a living, he kept asking me to paint his face too. His sisters joined in and now I paint them whenever they come over.” You started with his foundation, taking care to apply it where the paint will go too. “Rosa, the middle one, always says that it ‘tickles nicely.’ I think she enjoys the brush more than looking at herself in the mirror afterward.”

Taehyung had a big smile on his face that he tried to suppress for the sake of his makeup. He was looking at you fondly as you talked, and you had to suppress the urge of stopping just to stare into his eyes in infatuation. The closeness wasn’t helping.

He wasn’t looking fondly at you though, you had to remind yourself. Rather, he was fond of the story you were telling. He liked kids – that was no secret. The fond look was not directed at you. It was directed at your cousins.

You clenched your jaw and tried to focus on the task at hand. This was a job. This was your profession. There wasn’t supposed to be any feelings involved. Not infatuation, not fondness, not longing.

Job job job.

“What’s the other one’s name?” Taehyung asked when you turned away and looked for another beauty blender.

“Hmm?”

“Your youngest cousin, the three year old, what’s her name?”

“Oh, Ira. She’s a dear, far less spoiled than some of my other cousins were. She’s still a toddler though, so like, never leave her in a room with a white wall and crayons.” You leaned in close to blend the foundation near his ear. “I learned that the hard way.”

Taehyung laughed and his warm breath hit your cheek, making goose bumps rise on your neck. It didn’t mean anything, you told yourself after suppressing a shiver. It was just a normal bodily reaction.

You stood back and admired your handiwork. With the foundation done, you could do the tree patterns and then the rest of his face. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

You dragged a stool closer and sat down. The stool was a bit higher than his chair, but you were shorter than him, so you had comfortable access to his neck.

Depending on how you saw it, that could either be a good or a bad thing.

See, the good thing was that this made it very easy to work. The angle was good and you it would be easy to paint the patterns. You would have to move your stool a bit to have better access to his chest later on, but that wouldn’t be a problem.

The bad thing, however, was that Taehyung had a very nice neck. You’d thought of sinking your teeth into his neck quite a few times in the past, and being this close to him – facing said neck – was not helping. Furthermore, you would have to lean into his neck, and Taehyung always smelled so fucking good.

But you were a professional. You’d think of biting his neck later.

Or… well. You’d think of biting his neck now, you’d just keep very quiet about it.

You opened the paint and picked up the brush and got to work. At the first touch of the brush against Taehyung’s skin, he shivered and you slipped, smearing paint where it shouldn’t be. You giggled and he let out a shaky laugh too.

“Sorry,” he whispered, “’s cold.”

“It’s okay,” you whispered back, not wanting to disturb the gentle stillness that lingered. You cleaned up the mess and picked the brush up again.

“Keep still,” you warned before gently starting again. He shivered once more, but it was more subtle this time and didn’t disrupt you. You slowly started to trace the patterns on his neck.

“Tickles,” he breathed, and you huffed out a short laugh.

The paint was good, better than the cheap stuff you usually used on your cousins. It was supposed to be waterproof too, which was a very good thing because then it wouldn’t smudge on his clothes and he also wouldn’t sweat it off whilst dancing.

Because he was going to sweat under all of those lights. But it was okay, the droplets are going to roll right over the paint and not smudge a thing. Just… just perfect caramel skin shining with sweat and non-smudged paint. That you applied. That you were applying right now. To his neck. Beautiful thick neck, covered in your paint and sweat dripping–

This train of thought was bringing you to a bad place.

You pulled away and turned around in your stool to wipe the paint off the brush. Not because you needed to, you just needed a second away from Taehyung’s neck. He smelled too good, looked too fucking edible.

Taehyung stuttered out a deep sigh, like he’d been holding his breath. You looked at him curiously and smiled.

“You can breathe, you know. It doesn’t make a difference with the painting. Breathe as deep as you like,” you said. Taehyung swallowed and nodded, but he didn’t look at you.

You leaned in close again, took a deep breath and got a lungful of Taehyung’s intoxicating smell. You stopped for a beat and then got back to work. You had a job to do, and only so much time to do it.

You dipped the brush in paint Taehyung shivered again when you started to work on him. You were able to pull the brush away before catastrophe happened. You looked at him, and he had a blush on his cheeks.

“Sorry,” he said.

“Don’t worry about it,” you smiled, “I should have warned you anyway.”

Silence followed after that. You worked on Taehyung’s neck diligently. You were proud of yourself for only being mildly distracted. Taehyung still wasn’t breathing properly, though. His breaths were coming out too shallow. You frowned.

“Are you okay?” you asked and pulled away. Taehyung swallowed and nodded. “Are you sure? Taehyung, if you’re uncomfortable we can stop. You know that right?”

“Yeah,” he said.

You eyed the patterns on his neck. They weren’t nearly done, but they looked good enough that you could stop here. They could edit in the rest if needed.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” he said so fast he almost cut you off.

“Okay.”

Something was clearly wrong, but you didn’t pry. He mentioned that he was nervous before, so maybe it was those same nerves acting up. If he wanted to talk, he would.

“Ready?” you asked. Taehyung nodded and you touched the brush to his skin again. His breathing stuttered. You laid a free hand on his thigh without much thought, trying to give him a bit of comfort. Taehyung tensed and you removed it as quickly as you put it there.

“Sorry.”

“It’s – it’s okay.”

Another silence followed after that. You tried to focus, but the room felt charged somehow. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but the moment you’d put your hand on his leg, the vibe in the room changed.

You brushed it off as your own idiocy. Maybe you were just projecting. Maybe feeling that muscle tense under your hand messed with your head more than you realised.

Time passed in a blur. You worked on his neck with as much focus as you could muster. You made surprisingly few mistakes – which filled you with pride, because these were hardly the best circumstances for focus.

“Taehyung.”

“Yeah?”

“I need to work on your chest.”

“Okay.” He sounded breathless. Was he really breathless or were you just hearing what you wanted to hear?

“Can uh… can you take off your shirt? Maybe you can switch it for one with a wider collar?”

“I don’t have another shirt.”

“Oh. Uh. Do you want me to get another one?”

“No, I uh, I can take it off. It’s fine.”

“Okay.”

You turned around and fussed with your make up kit to give him a moment. The material shifted audibly and you saw the white t-shirt fly across the room from the corner of your eye. You cleaned off the brush fussed with it some more to avoid having to turn around and face this new challenge.

It wouldn’t be the first time you saw him shirtless. And it wasn’t like you were some schoolgirl who couldn’t control her hormones, for god’s sake.

You took a deep breath and gripped the brush before turning around. Taehyung was… well. Wide. Caramel skin and wide shoulders and a soft tummy and such a biteable fucking chest.

Well.

You refused to let your eyes travel beyond his neck though, refused to meet Taehyung’s eyes. You followed the lines you drew and tried to map out where you needed to go from here.

“I might have to sit in front of you for this part. Is that okay?” you asked, still staring at the black lines across his neck.

“Yeah, sure.”

This wasn’t fucking fair. It couldn’t be legal to talk with a voice that fucking deep, while shirtless and looking like a fucking Greek god. This wasn’t allowed to be fucking okay.

You moved the chair in front of Taehyung and sat down. Your knees brushed against his and you had to lean forward a lot to work on his – very fucking wide and perfect – chest.

You leaned your hand against his shoulder to steady yourself and tried not to feel your skin spark at the contact. “Is this okay?” you asked,

“Yeah.” Taehyung’s chest vibrated, vibrated, with the word. You swallowed and kept painting.

Your back complained loudly, and after a few minutes you sat up straight again with a frown. You arched your back in a stretch and winced at how loudly your spine cracked.

“This isn’t good for my back,” you said and Taehyung scoffed out a laugh. You locked eyes with him an smiled. “I feel like an old lady for saying that.”

Taehyung gave you big grin in return. “Maybe because you are?”

“I’m younger than you,” He laughed and shook his head. “No but really, this isn’t working. Could you maybe spread your legs for me?”

“Jesus,” Taehyung groaned.

“What?” you asked in alarm.

“You can’t – you can’t fucking say that!”

“What?” you asked again.

“You can’t do that! You can’t look like that and then tell me to take off my shirt and breathe into my neck and touch me and that fucking brush, god damn it, and then tell me to spread my legs for you.”

“I’m – what?”

“And then you told me to breathe normally. Breathe normally. How the fuck should I breathe when I feel like I’m boiling in my own skin, fuck.”

You stared at him with wide eyes when he finished his rant. He ran his hand through his hair in frustration and – well. Good to know. You finally let your eyes travel up and down his body. It was like he gave you permission, even when he didn’t do it literally.

His cheeks were slightly flushed, now that you looked. His chest too. He was slightly tense. His thighs looked so good in his sweatpants. And. Well.

Taehyung was unmistakably hard.

“Taehyung,” you said when you dragged your eyes back to his. His pupils were blown wide now, jaw tense. He saw you eating him with your eyes. He definitely saw and he looked at you like he was waiting.

“Yes?”

“Do you need help with that?” you said and looked down at his dick straining his pants.

“God, yes. Please. I’ll literally fucking beg.”

You looked at him slyly, not able to hold in a smile. “Wouldn’t have guessed you were into that.”

“I don’t usually do the begging but I’ll beg for you. Christ I’d do anything for you.”

His words caused need to pulse in your lower stomach. You liked the visual of him begging for you. You weren’t usually into that either but… well.

“That’s a dangerous thing to say,” you teased and pushed at his knees. Taehyung got the message and spread his legs. The visual was something fucking else. It was nothing new to see Taehyung sitting with his legs spread, but god. He was shirtless. And very fucking hard. And wearing grey sweatpants.

You moved your chair closer until it touched his, almost creating a bench of sorts and just… looked and looked and looked.

“Please,” Taehyung whimpered and your eyes snapped back to his. They were nearly black and very much pleading. “I feel like ripping my skin off.”

You breathed out a laugh and placed your hand on his left pec, the one that wasn’t covered in patterns. You ran your hand over his chest, then down his stomach and flicked a thumb over his hipbone. Taehyung’s breathing hitched and you smiled again before putting your hand on his clothed erection.

“Fuck,” Taehyung groaned out. You palmed him slowly and his hips bucked up into your hand. He threw his head back and bit his lip and god you were wet. Just… looking at him.

“You’re big, aren’t you?” you said lowly.

“Yeah,” he choked out.

Taehyung damn near mewled in protest when you took your hand off of him. You bit your lip and moved closer, shuffling onto his lap. Taehyung stared at you with hooded eyes as you made yourself comfortable on his lap.

You ground your hips down onto his and you both hissed at the friction. You threaded your fingers through his hair and steadied yourself with your other hand on his shoulder. Taehyung was breathing into your neck, groaning at the feeling of his dick getting attention. Every noise vibrated down your spine.

You leaned down and bit his neck thoughtlessly.

Taehyung cried out and his hips bucked up, causing you to moan into his neck. He felt big. He felt like if he fucked you, he would destroy your insides.

It almost scared you, if it weren’t for how hot you were.

“You don’t understand how long I’ve wanted to do that,” you groaned and bit his neck again, softer this time.

“Do what?” he asked. You licked over the forming mark, hoping to god that make up would be enough to cover it up.

“Bite you.”

“Fuck, really?”

“Yeah. You have such a thick fucking neck and I just–” you sucked another mark into his skin “–wanted to fucking mark it.”

“Christ,” he moaned into your neck.

You rocked your hips back and forth against his, creating the ideal friction for both of you. His dick rubbed against your clit perfectly. You threw your head back when he bucked up, not able to keep your moans to yourself.

“You sound so fucking good, do you know that?” Taehyung grit out and gripped your ass, guiding your movements to sync with his.

“You too, fuck.”

You leaned forward, needing to feel his skin on your lips. You’d fantasised about this so much, now that you finally had the chance you were not going to let it slip through your fingers. Taehyung tilted his head to give you better access to his neck, and you peppered kisses all the way from his shoulder to his ear to his jaw, stopping every now and then to suck a mark.

Taehyung’s fingers threaded through your own hair, using it as leverage to pull your head back roughly.

“You have no fucking idea,” he growled, “how bad I want you.”

“Yeah? How bad?” You still moved against him, the friction enough to push you to the edge of an orgasm, but not enough to push you over.

“So bad. So long. Was so fucking frustrated.”

“Why’s ‘at,” you asked teasingly and he groaned.

“Because you’re so goddamn hot, fuck, and – and you’d breathe into my – shit – neck and when you bent over me you smelled so good – hng. And I’d sit there trying – trying to crack jokes while I just wanted to fuck you ‘till you feel me for days.”

“Fuck, Taehyung,” you moaned and he gripped your hair harder.

“Say it again,” he whispered. His other hand was moving from your ass to your hip to your back to your breasts. He explored you slowly, almost curiously, trying to see which touch made you gasp.

“What?” you breathed, unable to think.

“My name. Say my name again.”

“Tae–” he bit your nipple through your shirt and pulled your hair at the same time, causing your whole body to jolt “–Taehyung!”

“God, I could come just from that, I swear.”

Hoseok’s laughter filtered through the walls and realisation struck that you were not alone in this building, and that you had a job to do. You’d get fired if they had to go on set and Taehyung wasn’t done. You’d get murdered if they found you like this.

You stopped grinding on Taehyung’s dick and he looked at you quizzically.

“What’s wrong,” he said, voice so silky and deep and fucked out.

“I – I have to finish you,” you said unsure.

“Uh, please?” Taehyung’s eyes were near pleading, but he seemed as confused as ever. You laughed and shook your head no.

“I mean I have to finish your neck. And clean up that mess.” You gestured to the red and purple marks blooming on the other side of his neck. You were very careful to stay away from the painted parts.

“Oh. Oh, yeah. Yeah that.” Taehyung shook his head like he was trying to clear it. You knew how he felt.

The paintbrush was somehow still in your hand. You grabbed the paint and took a deep breath before dipping the paintbrush and starting up where you left off. Taehyung’s hands never left your body, and you were still sat in his lap. It was just more comfortable to work whilst in his lap than to have to break your back bending over.

That seemed to be a good excuse.

“I have a question,” Taehyung whispered, still running his fingers lightly over your back and the top of your ass.

“Yeah,” you said, trying hard not to fuck up the patterns on his neck.

“You said you thought about biting me?”

“Yeah.”

Taehyung laughed at the mumbled response and pinched your but, making you squirm. “That all you thought about?”

You looked up at Taehyung and saw the lust still glittering in his eyes. His dick was still hard against your clit.

“No,” you said, leaning in so your lips nearly touched, “thought about riding you. When you sit with your legs spread I just wanna fucking mount you.” You firmly ground your ass on his dick once. “Thought about sucking your cock too. Debated doing it right then and there in front of everyone, I swear.”

You caught Taehyung’s lip with your teeth and pulled. Taehyung moaned and you swore you felt his dick twitch.

“Are you gonna?” he ground out. His voice was rough, you could tell it was more out of frustration than anything else.

“Depends on how good you are,” you teased.

“Jesus you can’t fucking say that.”

“I just did.” You giggled at the way he groaned and threw his head back. “Really though, I have to finish this if I don’t want to get fired.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“So are you gonna be good and let me finish?” you teased again.

You didn’t miss the way Taehyung swallowed. “Yeah.”

You giggled again and nipped at his jaw before going back to painting his chest. Silence followed, the pressure of time finally catching up to you. Taehyung was evidently still distracted though, judging by the tiny movements he made with his hips, still chasing the friction.

You didn’t let yourself indulge in him though. You finished your work as quickly and effectively as possible and focused hard on covering up the marks you left on the other side of his neck. You tried to plan ahead too, knowing the bruises would darken within an hour.

If someone saw them, all hell would break lose. Fucking him would already cause an uproar, but fucking him while you were on the clock could make you lose your job. And everything else for that matter.

“There,” you whispered, anxiety evident in your voice, “all done.”

You moved to get off of his lap but Taehyung pulled you back and kissed you.

You melted. You felt how your body turned to mush in Taehyung’s hands the moment he put his lips on yours. His lips were soft against yours, moving slowly. He kissed lazily, like he had all the time in the world and was willing to give it all to you.

Taehyung nipped at your bottom lip, asking for access. You opened for him on instinct and his tongue swooped into your mouth expertly.

It felt good. It felt so good. You tangled your hands in his hair to try to pull him closer. Taehyung seemed to share the sentiment, pushing you against him by your lower back and slowly, thoughtlessly, grinding his dick against you.

After what felt like hours of kissing, you had to pull away, the need to breathe finally making itself present. You gasped against Taehyung’s mouth, leaning your forehead against his.

“I was good, wasn’t I?” he breathed, base in his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“So good,” you gasped.

“Will you ride me now?”

“Do you have a condom?”

Taehyung cursed and shook his head and you felt your stomach drop in disappointment. No gut rearranging happening today, apparently.

“Just grinding then. I just wanna feel you. We can fuck another time just… just wanna feel you. Please.”

“Yeah. Yeah fuck.”

The next moments passed in a blur. You moved quickly to pull his sweatpants down his legs, only about halfway down his thighs. Taehyung was fumbling with the button of your jeans, fingers moving clumsily with impatience. You helped him pull your own pants and underwear down.

“Fuck,” he whispered when moved back to his lap. He kissed you again, this time with more impatience, more heat. It wasn’t lazy in the slightest. He sucked your tongue into his mouth and lightly bit down and you moaned. You lowered your hips onto his and he hissed when you made contact.

This was a whole different feeling. His cock was smooth against you. And big, fuck. You swallowed down the urge to throw caution in the wind and ride him for real.

“God, you’re so wet, why are you so wet?” he said in wonder.

“Because you’re so goddamn hot.”

“Fuck, Y/n.”

Taehyung gripped your hips and moved you against him at a faster pace, movieng his own hips against yours. The brush of his dick against your clit was driving you insane, it was nothing near feeling him through your jeans.

You ran your hands over his chest and he gasped when you ran finger over his nipple. You stared in wonder and did it again, this time his cock twitched against you, making you moan.

“You’re sensitive here?” you asked, licking at the bud and gasping when he gripped your ass.

“Yeah,” he choked out, “stop that or I’ll come.”

“That’s the idea,” you teased, breathless. You took his nipple between your teeth gently and Taehyung full on moaned.

He was having none of it though. He gripped you by the hair and pulled you up for another kiss. It was so messy now. None of the practiced skill of before, just a desperate need of contact and stimulation. You cursed him for ruining his make up once again, but let it slide for now. Easy to fix and worth it.

“Tae,” you gasped into his mouth when his thumb came into the mix. He was toying with your clit while his cock was still deliciously sliding against you. “Taehyung.”

“Yeah?” he asked, sounding so fucked out, voice so rough. He was everywhere. You felt him everywhere. Every point of contact burned your skin in the best way.

“Good, so good. You’re so good. Fuck,” you moaned against his lips. You took his bottom lip between his teeth and pulled, pulling another small – fucking incredible – sound out of him.

Your hips were moving desperately now. Neither of you had a rhythm anymore, just chasing pleasure.

“Don’t stop don’t stop,” you babbled, orgasm crawling closer and closer and you were right there so close so close. “Tae – Tae, fuck, Taehyung,”

You came with a cry of Taehyung’s name, body pulling taut and hands gripping Taehyung’s hair mercilessly. Your hips were twitching against him, but he used your ass as leverage to keep grinding against you.

“God, Y/n sound so good. So good, fuck, fuck, fuck,”

Taehyung’s cock twitched against you before spilling come over his stomach. His head was thrown back, mouth open in a silent cry.

It took a few moments for your soul to return to your body. You took deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heartbeat.

No easy feat with Taehyung looking at you with hooded eyes.

“That was so good,” he rasped. You giggled breathlessly and nodded.

“Imagine how good it would feel,” you said, leaning closer, “when you actually get to be inside of me.”

Taehyung groaned and closed his eyes, shaking his head. “Don’t say shit like that, I’ll get hard again, I swear.”

“Is your recovery period that quick?”

“Around you, apparently.”

You laughed and got off of him, looking for wet wipes or a towel of sorts. You frowned when you noticed a few drops of come on your shirt.

“You got come on my shirt,” you said and threw a towel at Taehyung.

“Sorry. I wasn’t exactly focusing on aim.” You set him a glare, but you had to bite your lip to force back a smile.

“You owe me a shirt now. And panties, holy hell.” Taehyung smiled brightly.

“I’ll buy you all the panties in the world if it means I get to ruin them.” And that smile was too innocent to be pared with the dirty words. You shook your head.

After quickly cleaning yourself up and putting your pants on, you fixed Taehyung’s make up. The damage wasn’t that bad and it only took two minutes.

“You might want to hurry. You need to be out in half an hour.” You gestured to the clock and Taehyung cursed, moving to get dressed quickly while you packed up your make up kit. You couldn’t help but smile.

“See you, I gotta get back,” you said, getting ready to leave.

“Wait, get back here,” Taehyung said and pulled your back flush against his chest, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Next time I’m gonna bend you over that couch, yeah? Gonna make sure you feel me for days.”

Your mouth went dry but you nodded. “Yeah,” you whispered, “but only if you be good and come prepared.”

Taehyung groaned and you grinned on your way out.

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littleoddwriter · 3 years

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Person A does Person B’s hair and/or Make-Up. for zsaszmask?

I'll Guide You | Roman Sionis x Victor Zsasz | ZsaszMask

Hey! Since you didn't apply exact roles to them, I just chose them myself, hope that's fine! I really hope you enjoy this story, anon, thanks so much for the request! :)

summary; Victor has to do Roman's hair and Make-up for him.

notes; Domestic; Kissing; probably bad descriptions of applying Make-up; Roman has a sprained wrist and finger; Mentions of Murder, Sex and Substance Abuse.

Roman has sprained his right wrist and index finger, during one of his rage episodes the day before. Now, he wore a wrist support and his finger was taped to his middle one, which of course meant he couldn’t really use his hand anymore for a little while. That also meant that he wasn’t able to wash and do his own hair, or make-up, which was worst of all. He relied on looking absolutely perfect at all times. It was horrific.

That was what has gotten him into the odd situation he was in, now.

Just like always, he sat on the little stool in front of his vanity and its three mirrors. More unusual was that Zsasz stood behind him and ran his fingers through Roman’s not completely dry hair, though.

In fact, Victor had just washed Roman’s hair. It had been surprisingly soothing. Zsasz’s hands were a little like magic. Roman had been aware of that before, but it had always been in the context of murder and sex, never anything domestic like this.

“So, what do you need me to do, boss?” Victor asked eventually, stopping Roman’s train of thought.

“I need you to put a pea sized amount of hair gel on your hands, spread it around and style my hair with it. You know how I like it, so- Go on, then,” Roman instructed his partner, holding up the hair gel in question with his left hand, waving it around a little.

“Got it,” Victor murmured and did as he was told. Good boy.

When Zsasz was doing his hair, applying the gel to it and using his fingers and Roman’s comb to style it, Sionis felt such a sense of calm wash over him. He closed his eyes and hummed appreciatively, a low moan leaving his slightly parted lips. He truly felt at ease in that moment, which was such a strange thing for him, since he only felt like that at the rarest times (usually due to substance abuse, murder and sex in that exact order).

“Good job, Mr. Zsasz,” he praised, a small smile stretching his lips, when Victor was done with his hair and he opened his eyes to assess his work. It looked just like when he did it himself, perhaps even better, but he wasn’t going to admit that.

Victor just beamed at him, as their eyes met in the mirror.

“You may do my make-up now,” Roman continued; and Zsasz’s smile fell as soon as he’s said it. It was rather hilarious to him, a smirk gracing his features.

“Are you sure you want me to do that, Roman?” Zsasz looked incredulously at him.

“Tell me, Victor, have I ever not been serious or sure about a clear order?” Roman’s voice showed a playfully threatening inflection.

Immediately, Victor back-tracked a little, “Of course not, boss. It’s just- I don’t know shit about make-up.”

“I know. I’ll guide you. ‘Kay?”

“Yeah, ‘kay.”

Roman turned a little on the stool, facing to the right, so that Zsasz could stand in front of him to reach his face and the supplies on the vanity more easily.

“First you’ll go and wash your hands – because ew, Victor – and then you’ll use this moisturiser,” he pointed at a little tub on the vanity table, “and apply it on my face, ‘kay?”

“Uh- sure, yeah.”

Zsasz quickly went to clean his hands and then took the little tub from the table, as soon as he’s come back, applying the cream on Roman’s face, working it in gently and thoroughly. And fuck, it felt so good to have his hands on his face, the calluses from his knife work rough and textured against his soft skin; it was perfect.

“Good, now here is the foundation, don’t use too much- and then some powder – here, this one. And you use this beauty blender for it. Not your fingers.” Sionis instructed, pointing to each extremely expensive item on his vanity table. Zsasz nodded along and got to work immediately.

When all that was done, Roman actually felt like wearing some eye-shadow that day, but he wasn’t entirely cruel, so he told Victor to get his black eyeliner pen and apply that instead. Zsasz swallowed thickly, knowing how easy it was to mess that up.

“I trust you to do good work, Victor. You’ve got a steady hand. I doubt you’ll mess it up. It’s not as though I want you to create the perfectly winged liners either – Just frame my eyes and we’re good. ‘Kay?”

“Sure, whatever you want, boss.”

Roman smiled, lowering his eyes so that they were almost closed, letting Zsasz apply the black eyeliner steadily. It was a surprisingly pleasant sensation. It tickled a little, it always did, but Victor’s strokes were light and soft, and so steady and careful, Roman couldn’t wait to see the result. He knew his lap dog would be good at it.

“I think I’m done?” Zsasz said and removed his hands from Roman’s face – the sudden loss of his warmth almost had him shiver.

Sionis turned back around to inspect Victor’s work in the mirrors. As soon as he looked at himself, his breath stuttered a little, a big smile stretching his lips. He was- impressed. Now he really had to admit to himself that perhaps Victor actually was better at this than he was. Or it only seemed like it because he didn’t have to do it himself. Roman couldn’t tell, but he didn’t dwell on it either. It was no use to bruise his ego.

“You did a very good job, Victor. I’m imp- pleased.” He’d die before he actually said it out loud that he was anything more than pleased with this in particular.

“Thanks, boss. Was that it then?”

Roman got up from the stool, finally towering over Victor again – it always felt weird to him when he wasn’t.

“Actually, I’m missing some lip gloss,” he added, smiling mischievously.

Zsasz looked at him with slightly narrowed eyes, knowing very well that this at least Roman could do with his left hand, too.

“You heard me, baby. Here, this one, I’m craving this red colour especially, now.” He picked up the deep scarlet lip gloss from his table and pressed it into Victor’s hand, tilting his head coyly, although his expression was anything but.

Without another comment or strange look, Zsasz opened it, retrieved the applicator from the small bottle and started applying it on Roman’s lips. It felt as though electricity was passing through them with that action. Victor put it back in the vial and set it aside on the table, while Roman was busy rubbing his lips against each other, smacking them to make sure the gloss was distributed evenly. He assessed the result in the mirror again for a second and smiled, turning back to Victor.

“Now, we’re done.” Then he leaned down a little and pressed a tender, smacking kiss to Victor’s cheek and then his lips, effectively leaving red-coloured pursed lip marks on either of them.

A light pink tinge spread high on Zsasz’s cheeks.

“Thank you, baby,” Roman rasped into Victor’s ear, grazing his teeth against his ear lobe shortly after.

Then he strutted past Victor, leaving him standing there with a slack mouth and a throbbing desire coursing through his body.

Roman thought he’d enjoy his incapability to do things on his own for the time being, that was absolutely certain.

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journalofimprobablethings · 4 years

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A notebook, small, its blue cover decorated with silver swirls that catch the light when it moves. The writing that fills the pages is sparse, only a few sentences in each entry, written in neat capitals: the kind of writing you might see on schematics or blueprints. The letters are pressed deep into the thin paper, the ridges and ghosts of the words tangible on the other side of the page.

Some of the entries are splotched with tears, and the letters written there are blurred together in little circles. One of the pages has a large ink stain across it, with an arrow pointing to it and a tiny note that reads "sorry."

The notebook has been filled, incrementally, over the course of the year. Now the year is almost up, and the notebook sits, complete, on Magnus's nightstand, waiting to be read.

Lucretia,

Barry gave me this notebook to write to you while you're gone. He and Lup have one they keep in their room; it's not the same, but he said sometimes it helps, to write down all the things you wish you could say. He called it a lifeboat, and I'm going to hope it keeps me afloat. A year is such a long time to miss you, Luce.

Here we go.

How are you?

This is obviously a question for Future You, reading this, because Present You is

Fuck. I'm so bad at this.

I don't really know what to write here. How do you write so much all the time?

I miss you.

Magnus

I started using your lotion on my hands. I hope you don't mind. It's nice, to have a smell that reminds me of you. Also, my hands are the softest they have ever been, so I am going to keep stealing this stuff after you're back, sorry.

I saw the wildest bird today. It was huge, with a long neck and tail feathers twice as long as it was tall. It was all blue, except for the tail which had some iridescent purple and green in there. All your favorite colors. I wish I was any good at drawing, so I could show you what it looks like. You would have loved it.

Davenport lent me some of his old tapes to listen to when the silence gets to be too much. He’s got interesting taste in music, but you know what, I think I am coming around to sea shanties. There’s something about them that just hits some kind of chord. So many of them are about longing--for a person, for home. I can relate to that.

Merle left for Parlay today. It's so dumb, I always think that maybe this time he'll come back. But his smoky self vanished after a few hours, same as always. I promised him before he left that I'd water his plants. I hope I'm not going to regret that.

Your pen collection is the most intimidating thing I've ever seen in my life. I just want a simple ballpoint. Is that so much to ask??

I may or may not have broken one of your fountain pens. I do not understand how they work. Please don't hate me.

Happy birthday, Luce. You're the hottest octogenarian I know (how's that for a Lucretia word?). I can't wait to see your face when you read this part.

I miss you.

Taako banned me from the kitchen again. I don't see how it's my fault this time, Barry's the one who wanted smoothies in the first place and I would have thought the lid of the blender would stay on by itself. Blueberry smoothie is a bitch to clean off the ceiling, I'll tell you that.

We found the Light. Celia and her crew were a little salty when we said we have to keep it, even after we explained (again) about the whole plane-of-darkness-coming-to-eat-the-world thing. So they're not really talking to us anymore. I don't really miss it, but I think Dav is sad. He loved Celia's tea.

Lup and Barry have gone feral without you to remind them to take care of themselves. I don't think they've left the lab in three days. How do you do it? Taako just shrugs and says that nerds will be nerds. Dav had to order them out the other day to eat with the rest of us, and even then they only came out for an hour. At this rate they'll have become one with their lab equipment by the end of the year.

Lucretia,

Some days missing you hurts so much I can't breathe. It's been months but it still feels like it just happened yesterday. I still have nightmares about that day.

I'm sorry I didn't save you, Luce. I'm sorry I failed you. I'll make it up to you. I promise.

Did you know that if you put sodium in water, it will explode? Apparently this is a well-known science fact. Nobody told me the explosion would be quite so big, though.

Today I sat outside with Dav and we drank a bottle of some fancy wine he had stored up and watched the sunset. It was warm and the fireflies started to come out as the light was fading. If you had been there you would have wanted to paint it, it was that beautiful. When you're back we'll have to find a time to steal some wine and do a replay. Maybe Dav can come, too. He's a pretty cool dude.

We made it, Luce. Tomorrow is the last day of the cycle. Hope the Hunger doesn't eat us before we regenerate. But for real, I can't wait. I get to see you tomorrow. I get to hold you and kiss you tomorrow. I'm so excited I could cry.

I love you. See you soon.

This is an excerpt (with a few minor changes) from my fic 'without you' which you can read in full on Ao3 (link in the source of this post)!

#taz balance #magnus burnsides #taz lucretia #taz fanfic #magcretia #stolen century #this is part of a larger fic but this section was my favorite bit to write #so i thought i'd post it on its own #scribblings #taz #taz ipre #cw grief

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katieurah · 4 years

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Guys, I can’t get Elorcan as Zoommates outta my head. So I write it. And it’s a mess. But here I am posting anyways. Yikes.

Forgive my terrible attempts at writing out sounds of a coffee grinder. I hear one every morning, but still.....

Also, still titleless.

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Whiiirrrrrrr. Sccrrrrr. Whiiiiiirrrrr.

Lorcan glared with bleary eyes at his coffee grinder struggling to keep up with the too-large scoop he’d tossed in that morning. He opened the latch and poured the grounds out into the pour over basket and set it to steep.

Extra butter went on his toast that morning, fried eggs instead of a healthy protein shake, and regular bacon - not turkey baked in the oven. Oh, no, not today, he’d thought as he laid the strips in the cast iron pan. He needed all the grease, comfort, and caffeine life could afford him for his day.

Seven months. Seven months, one week, and four days to be exact. His goddaughter’s dedication was perfect. The day was perfect. Until.

He finished his coffee, plated his breakfast, and walked to the office to turn on his system. And brood. Apparently he was good at that.

Elide. She was the other perfect thing about that day. But, apparently he was as self-absorbed as she claimed. How did he not know about that break-up? He and Elide were friends. They had a connection. A spark. Or so he thought.

As Rowan’s oldest friend and former military buddy, he’d always been around. He knew Elide from the start of Rowan and Aelin’s relationship. Aelin’s cousin was more like a sister and was always there. They talked. They chatted about life. He thought they were friends. Then one day, friends didn’t seem like enough. He didn’t like that she went home earlier than everyone else and he couldn’t seem to talk to her. He had tried to compose about a million different texts to her, but nothing seemed right. He followed her Instagram and Facebook, but messaging her there felt like he’d just be sliding into her DMs, which made Lorcan’s skin crawl.

But, how had he not known about the breakup? How had he not known there was someone to break up with? She never said a word. Had she? He speared his fork through an egg and watched the clock. His computer system was up and running, but he realized after Elide’s haste and hatred in logging off yesterday, they never specified times for working today. He really thought 7:00 was too early to be video calling her. Mornings were not her thing. She’d probably shoot a virus through to his system. And if anyone could get one in his through his security protocols and firewalls, it was her.

He ran through a few of his other projects while waiting, sipping his coffee and watching the clock. As 8:30 rolled around, he logged into the chat portal to ask what time they should start. As he was typing the first words, the screen lit up with a message:

>> Okay, Salvaterre. What time are we doing this?

He smirked at the sass in those eight words.

<< Whenever you want, Lochan. I’m all set up.

>> Gimme 5.

He chuckled as he imagined her getting her area cleaned off, checking her hair, and taking deep breaths before logging on.

The 3-tone alert for a video chat came through and Lorcan switched the camera and mic on. Here we go.

…

Elide scrambled to get her hair pulled into a semi-decent bun on her head. She was at least wearing a nicer sweater this morning, even if she was still rocking glasses and no-makeup. Deeming her work area decent enough to be seen on camera, she grabbed her iced coffee and pressed the call button.

Deep breaths. Deep. Breaths.

Lorcan Salvaterre was on this planet to torment her, she was sure of it. They’d been… acquaintances? Friends? Something? Ever since Aelin and Rowan had started dating, Elide and Lorcan were along for the ride. They had a lot in common. It was so easy to talk to him. They had fun together. He made her laugh. She soon wondered how easy it would be to date. To hold hands, to kiss, to… everything. But he’d never seemed interested in more than whatever it was they’d been, so she went on dates. She went out with other guys and even a few second dates. Then a real relationship. For a few months anyways. She was sure she’d told him about it.

Anyways, who asks someone else out while they’re crying from a break up? And while they’re buzzed? Ridiculous.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. Nice of you to join me,” Lorcan crooned, eyebrow raised, small smile on his face. She was not a morning person. Never had been. And he knew it.

“Can we not? I haven’t even finished my coffee yet and it’s too early for your….your… it’s just too early…” She groaned at not even being able to formulate snark this early.

“What you’re drinking - that’s not coffee. It’s cream and sugar pretending to be all grown up.”

“Oh, yes, because your pretentious single-sourced pour-over makes you an expert,” Elide sniped back. Lorcan always drank the strongest, blackest coffee and it was always some single-origin that he had various methods for brewing.

It would be too easy to fall into their banter. Too easy to believe he wasn’t an asshole. She needed some distance between them before it got too comfortable.

“So, I’ve been asked to make sure support services on the public side and the internal side secure and protect privacy rights. Here’s how we’re currently trying to keep that up,” Elide said as she launched into discussing protocols, servers, firewalls, identity management systems, and anything else they thought was necessary.

Lorcan was all business, professional to a fault, and courteous as they shared information. He asked great questions and traded scenarios with her. They worked for several hours getting a feel for what each department offered and wanted.

At noon, Elide’s stomach rumbled, drawing a chuckle from Lorcan.

“Geeze, El, hiding a gremlin over there? Go eat. We can pick up after one, yeah?”

She scowled back at him. Teasing her and using a nickname? Nope. “Sure, Salvaterre,” she said shortly, trying to put distance back between them. She almost felt guilty when she thought he looked startled, but his face went back to it’s neutral, calm, emotionless expression. She logged off the video chat and rubbed her hands over her face. How was this ever going to work?

…

As the chat window went dark, Lorcan sighed through his nose. He tried. He still had no idea why her ire with him went that deep.

Lorcan strolled to his kitchen to get his protein shake ready. Before he could start the blender, his phone chimed. He swiped at the screen to read the messages.

Young Pup: So, old man, how’s the “partnership” going?

Lorcan sighed again. Fenrys somehow knew he and Elide were working together. This couldn’t be good.

Sarge: Fine.

He watched the three dots bounce and disappear a few times.

Young Pup: Elide’s not got your balls in a twist yet?

Hawkeye has been added to the chat.

Lorcan groaned. Fen adding Rowan wasn’t a good sign either.

Young Pup: Ro, do we need to have an intervention with El? Two days working with the old man here and yet he’s alive and responding to our messages. Somethings wrong!

Hawkeye: Fen, knock it off.

Hawkeye: El’s a professional. I give it a week before we need to worry about her.

Lorcan rolled his eyes and didn’t even worry about checking Fenrys’ reply and put the phone on vibrate. He finished making his shake and walked to the living room. As he sat on the couch, his phone buzzed for a phone call. Glancing at the screen, Lorcan saw Rowan’s name at the top of the screen. He sighed and answered.

“I’m playing nice, I promise.”

Rowan laughed softly on the other end. “I bet. Look, Fen found out that you needed to work with their support services department and put two and two together about Elide. Aelin and I knew that Elide’s boss was going to ask you two to work together…” He trailed off, as if he didn’t know how to finish that thought.

“Just because we haven’t seen each other or spoken in months doesn’t mean I can’t do my job,” Lorcan said, a bite to his words.

“Hey, man, I know you can. It’s not that...It’s… Look, A is just worried. You two are Ellie’s godparents and you’re at odds right now. And I’m a little worried, too, about you both. You’ll let me know if things get worse, right?”

“Yeah, man, of course.”

“Good. And-” Rowan suddenly swore. “I gotta go. Ellie’s crying and A’s in the shower. Call me later and we’ll talk, yeah?”

“Sure.” Lorcan hung up. He looked at the time, downed his shake, and went back to his computers. Security systems and technology, those things he knew. People? Women? Foreign languages to him. He still couldn’t figure out why Elide was so pissed with him. Couldn’t figure out why Rowan and Aelin thought things would get worse. And now it was affecting his job.

It was going to be a long project.

#and they were zoomates #elorcan #lorcan salvaterre #elide lochan #elide x lorcan #tog au #modern au

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 years

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kiss me in the d-a-r-k .4.

tuesday

part 1 part 2 part 3

Warnings: non/dub con sex (oral)

This is dark!(dad)Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: Our reader finds herself cornered.

Note: Alright, another part. So this is a fic with an old mean/younger woman dynamic. I’ve purposely played up that trope so if you’re not a fan of that, I recommend you avoid this story (not to mention the the other warnings.) This series is just a bit of fun and not a statement on age or beauty or anything like that. It’s just a fic.

That being said, I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think!

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The next morning you awoke to banging. Distant but persistent. Your head was pounding. Your legs were cramped. You sat up slowly and braced yourself on the head board as you hung your feet to the floor. This was why you hated drinking. You had no control. One drink easily meant ten.

You rose and dragged yourself to the door. You creaked it open and peeked down the hall to the source of the commotion. Steve's voice carried back to you.

"Kylie, I swear. Wake up or I'm coming in." He knocked again.

You reeled as memories flashed through your head. His silver streaked blond bent over you. The warmth of his fingers on your flesh. The tickle of his tongue, the nip of his teeth. You snapped your door shut and pushed yourself against it.

You heard Kylie's door open. Her groggy voice sounded worse than you felt. "What?" You could barely hear her through the wood.

"One of your friends puked on my rover," He said. "Thought I'd allow you the pleasure of cleaning up after them...and don't forget the backyard. This isn't a fair ground."

"Ugh, Dad," She bemoaned, "Just give me a little."

"I warned you. Be smart. And here you are," He retorted, "Hungover. I'm pretty lax but this is enough. You have your friend here so maybe you should start acting like a responsible host. She is not my responsibility."

"She can take care of herself," Kylie grumbled, "It was just a bit of fun."

"I know about Taylor," He chided, "I'm not that stupid. I just hope you're being smart about that at least."

"I'm up, okay? I'll clean it all up. Can I at least have a coffee?"

"I think you can manage to drink and clean at the same time," He scoffed, "I want the whole car washed, got it?"

You listened as heavy footsteps passed by your door and lumbered down the stairs. You slowly cracked your door open and Kylie's eyes were drawn by the movement. She smiled but it was more a cringe.

"Do you feel as bad as I do?" She laughed and gripped her head.

"I'll help you clean," You offered, ignoring her drunken promise to do it herself. You felt too bad for that.

"Kay," She leaned on her door frame, "I'm gonna shower first. I'll meet you down there."

"Good idea," You said, "Think I could use one."

She gave a wave and closed her door. You retreated into your room and touched your temple with a groan. You stared at the bed. You could remember a little. Mostly just the sensation. The images were blurred in your mind.

Had it really happened?

You pushed yourself away from the door and stumbled across the room. The shower was open and you reached in to twist the faucet. You cranked it but only a trickle came from the head. You shut it off and turned it back on. You adjusted the setting on the shower head but nothing change. You sighed.

You tried the sink and a similar result, even the toilet croaked and drained slowly. What the fuck?

You changed quickly into a pair of sweats and loose tee. You'd be cleaning anyways. You stepped into the hall. Kylie must be enjoying her shower still. You were jealous. You descended the stairs slowly and the smell of coffee wafted from the kitchen. You followed it to find Steve in front of the fridge, his back to you.

"Good morning," He turned as he took out the carton of soy milk. "I made coffee...figured you'd need it." He kept the fridge open and pulled out assorted fruits, "Or I can make you a smoothie?"

You stayed quiet. He acted as if nothing had happened. Maybe it hadn't.

"My shower's broken," You rasped through your dry throat.

"Oh, I can have a look at it," He assured you, "So, did you want that smoothie? It's great for hangovers."

You stared at him. He smiled. You shrugged and coughed into your hand. "Sure."

"You girls had quite the party," He rinsed the berries and peeled a banana. "I admit, I had some wild days myself. Me and Sharon...well, she hated when I got drunk but boy was she a load when she indulged. We fought like cats and dogs." He loaded the fruit into the blender and added milk. "Fucked like rabbits after."

Your mouth fell open and he took a jar of honey from the cupboard. He drizzled just a little into the blender. He smirked as he put the lid in place and hit the button. You gripped the edge of the island as he held your gaze. He raised a brow coyly.

"Ugh," Kylie's voice jolted you as she entered. "Can you stop?"

Steve took his finger off the button. "Smoothie?" He offered her and she gulped. Her face turned green as she fought her body.

"Coffee's fine," She croaked and grabbed a mug from the cupboard as Steve opened it.

He took out two glasses and filled them. He walked around the island as he slid one across to you. "I'll finish this and have a look at that shower."

While Kylie hosed down her dad's car, you worked at gathering the plastic cups littered across the backyard. Paper plates and napkins were strewn around the bin meant for them. Why had you even bothered?

You tied up the full bag and tossed it just outside the sliding door. You folded up the table and leaned it beside the trash. You collected the used towels and took them inside. After you'd use the net to scour the pool. You found your way to the laundry room by chance and dumped the towels into the tall washer.

You found the soap in the overhead cupboard and measured out a scoop. The buttons beeped as you searched for the right setting. You were proud when the machine began to whir quietly. You stepped back with hands on hips. You still had a lot of work to do.

"Gonna have to call a plumber," You spun and almost tripped over your own feet. Steve leaned in the door frame. His body filled it easily. No escape. "I'll only mess things up worse. But there's another room. Right next to mine."

You rubbed your arm and tried not to fidget. The way he looked at you made you want to melt. The thought of sleeping on the other side of his wall stoked your nerves further. You'd rather bunk with Kylie. Besides, there were at least several other rooms.

"It's alright, I can use Kylie's shower," You offered.

"I wouldn't hear of it. I want you comfortable." He neared and his hand slowly closed the door behind him. "Happy."

"Steve," You backed up as he came closer. He didn't stop until you were against the vibrating washer.

"Didn't I make you happy?" His fingers walked along your thigh. "It sure sounded like it."

"Stop," You caught his hand. He turned it easily and twined his fingers in yours. He pressed himself flush against you. Your could feel his arousal.

"I'm better with my mouth," His voice was low. "How far have you gone? Have you even been touched down there before?" He licked his lips, "Before me?"

You glanced away in shame. He knew. He could tell so easily. You wondered how many women he had fucked? Maybe just his wife. That would hint at a sudden mid-life crisis that had him chasing you. Or maybe he had fucked dozens of women and you were just another piece of meat.

"No one," You whispered. "Can I please...go?"

"You're more than free to leave," He rubbed his erection against you before he raised his hands and backed away. "I've already moved your stuff for you."

You edged away from the washer and kept your eyes on him. He merely turned to watch you go as he lowered his arms. He grabbed his crotch as you opened the door and you dove out into the hall. You felt the same tingle as the night before. The ripple just along your thighs. It was wrong. So wrong.

When you had finally returned the yard to its usual perfection, you retreated to Kylie's room. She needed a quiet night in and you weren't complaining. Youtube videos, gossip, and the occasional but comfortable lull. It reminded you of the nights you'd spent studying on campus. This was the Kylie you knew.

By eleven, she was out. She hadn't really recovered from her hangover and your own was still a stone at the base of your skull. Her snores were low at first but grew louder. You thought of staying in her room but you'd sleep less as she rumbled like a bear. You turned off her television and tucked her in. At least one of you would be well-rested.

You pulled her door shut gently. You listened to the house. An airy silence met you. You looked down the hall to Steve's door. No light shone from the space beneath. You sighed. He was probably already asleep. Hopefully.

You tiptoed down the hall, careful not to knock the standing vase or step on the single loose floorboard. When you reached your door, you grabbed the handle and slowly pressed the lever it. A gasp escaped you as it was pulled open from the other side.

"Got your bed all made up for you," Steve caught your arm and yanked you inside. You squeaked as the door shut swiftly. "Found some fresh sheets at last."

"What are you doing?" You tried to wriggle free of his grasp but he was strong.

"It's my house, I like to make sure all my guests are comfortable," He played with the sleeve of your shirt. "You and Kylie sounded like you were having fun."

"Get out," You grabbed his wrist but he didn't budge.

"You can deny me but you can't deny yourself. The little looks you send me say it all." He slid his hand up and brought both to cradle your face. "You want it as bad as I do."

You trembled. You felt the pluck within. The tugging deep inside. It wasn't him, it was merely longing. The desire for something you'd never known. "No…" You breathed.

"Why are you shaking? Tell me," He urged. "I know it's not fear. Not of me. Only of yourself. Of the way I way you feel."

You tried to shake your head. You reached up and grasped his hands.

"Fuck, I've been hard all day." He groaned, "Longer."

"I-I-I--" You stuttered dumbly.

"Come on, sweetie, I just wanna make you feel good," He purred, "Help you enjoy your vacation. You've only got a few days left."

He guided you back and you let him. Was it fear? Was it desire? You weren't quite sure. He turned you carefully and edged you to the bed. Your legs hit the side and you struggled to stay on your feet.

"Just relax, sweetie," He cooed and his hands went to your shoulders. He pushed until you sat down.

He got to his knees between your legs and his fingers crawled down to your chest. He groped you through the thin cotton of your tee. Your bra did little to hide your hard nipples.

"You really are beautiful," He said, "Really."

You gripped the duvet. Your nerves buzzed and you shivered as his hands slid down your stomach. He kneaded your thighs and you grabbed his hands. "I don't know."

"We don't have to do everything. Not tonight," He turned his hands over and held yours. "We'll take it slow."

You looked into his eyes. You had said no already. He wouldn't accept it. And despite your protests, your resolve was slowly fading as your flesh caught fire. He let go of your hands and his large fingers went around your waist. You let him push you onto your back, your legs still over the edge.

He pushed under the hem of your tee and you closed your eyes. He tickled your stomach and ribs. Your breath caught and he cupped your tits. He squeezed them through your bra before slowly dragging his palms back down your torso.

He hooked his fingers in the elastic of your pants. He pulled them past your ass and down your legs. He moved between your knees again. His fingers grazed over your panties and you looked down as he bent his head over you. You felt his hot breath through the cotton and your leg twitched.

He grabbed your thighs and nuzzled you through your panties. He inhaled and you let out a pathetic mewl. His hand whispered along the inside of your leg and he slipped a finger beneath the crotch of your panties. He pushed the cotton aside and you felt his breath against you. You gasped.

His other hand went to your waist, almost comforting you. He slowly pressed his tongue to your lips and delved past them. He flicked it up and down and lingered on your clit. You arched your back without thinking as you leaned into him. He swept his tongue in circles around your bud and the air caught in your throat. His mouth sent a charge of electricity through you like no other.

He pulled away, just a little and looked up at you. "It feels good, doesn't it?" He purred. "It feels right."

You bit your lip as you watched him lower his head again. His blue eyes held your as he tasted you and you squirmed. He hummed in delight and closed his eyes as he lapped you up. He held aside your panties as his saliva mixed with your arousal. He lifted your leg over his shoulder and you held yourself up with your arms.

You let out a surprised cry as the flurry gather around the tip of his tongue. You recalled the hazy flashes of the night before. You gulped as the air tried to rush from your lungs all at once. Your pants grew to airy moans and your hand found its way around the back of his neck. You came into his mouth as you clung to him. Shocked by the sensation; by your reaction; that you were latched onto him so fervently.

You released him and fell back on the bed. You touched your forehead but he didn't slop. He kept on until you felt the thrill again. Your thighs closed around his head and you bit the heel of your hand. Another orgasm peaked as quickly as the last.

Slowly he sat back on his heels and you looked up at him as he pulled the crotch of your panties straight. He patted your pussy with two fingers and the fabric dampened beneath his touch. He stood, his lips glistening and his eyes smokey.

"Tomorrow," He rubbed your knee, "I'll show you even more."

You were dazed as he retreated to the door. You didn't miss the bulge in his pants or the way he rubbed it. He groaned as the door handle clicked and you listened to him leave. You rolled onto your side and felt the slickness along your thighs.

Tomorrow, the word echoed in your head. Your heart pounded. Was it excitement or fear?

tags will be added in reblog (late bc i work)

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Mine, Yours, Ours

Billie x Reader x Cordelia

Word Count: 1,933

Part 2/?

Read Part 1

Summary: The next morning Cordelia asks you to the greenhouse. You’re actually enjoying your time with her for once in a long time, when you get a call from Billie.

a/n: this chapter is a bit on the long side

A knock at your door woke you up the next morning. You had spent the night talking to Billie on the phone and hadn't fallen sleep until nearly 3 am.

You groaned as you rubbed your eyes, "Y/n?" You heard Cordelia's soft voice through the door. You quickly curled back up into the covers, not wanting to speak to her.

You heard the door slowly creak open and the soft click of the latch as she closed it back, the quiet creaks of the floorboard getting louder as she neared you.

Picturing the worst, you tried to stay calm, look as peaceful and in as deep a sleep as possible when you felt her soft hands brush your hair from your face, and her soft lips kiss your temple.

She ran her hands through your hair, "Y/n? Wake up honey." you shifted slightly, pretending to have just woken up. You took your time as your rubbed your eyes and sat up, watching as she took a few steps back and kept her distance.

You looked up at her for the first time and noticed the bags under her eyes were more prominent. Her face was bare and her hair still a little tousled from her sleep. "What time is it?" Your voice was scratchy as you spoke.

She cleared her throat, "Nearly 8. The rest of the girls are still asleep. I thought we'd take advantage of the morning and do something out in the greenhouse?" She sounded hopefully, her voice soft and a higher pitch than usual.

You weren't sure if she was pulling your leg, or if she really did have remorse for the way she had treated you lately. You were taken aback by the suggestion, if you weren't honest. Cordelia hadn't spoken more than a sentence to you in the past few weeks until last night, let alone suggesting you actually do something together.

She chewed her bottom lip, shifting the weight of her feet as she awaited your answer. Your voice laced in confusion, you agreed. "Uh, sure."

She grinned a little too big at your response and your face showed obvious confusion. You weren't one to hide your facial expressions easily. However, she simply ignored it.

"I'll be in the kitchen, making coffee. Meet me when you're ready, please." She didn't wait for your response this time, simple turning around and hurriedly exiting your room. The soft click of the lock leaving you sat in your bed, tired and confused. You didn't even like coffee.

***

You made your way down the stairs after fixing yourself up. You had thrown on a dress and cardigan, remembering the times that Cordelia would tease you and say you dressed like a teacher or librarian. Maybe things really would be okay between the two of you? You were almost hopeful.

You stopped in the bathroom downstairs, quickly combing your fingers through your hair again and making sure you looked presentable before heading towards the kitchen, hearing the quiet clink of Cordelia's spoon as it stirred her coffee. As you rounded the corner she met your face with a smile, "Y/n! I made you tea." She smiled, her face blushed pink as she held a cup out towards you.

You couldn't hide the fact that you were surprised. I mean, she had said that she was going to make coffee, and since when did she put in so much effort towards you? You smiled back and grabbed the cup, taking a sip. Your favorite tea, green matcha. "It's delicious." You said before taking another larger sip.

"Are you hungry?" Cordelia asked, shifting the weight between her feet as she had done earlier in your room. "I don't usually eat when I first wake up. I'm fine with just this tea, thank you though." You continued sipping from the glass.

"I had a piece of toast." She informed you. This was getting awkward. "Should we go out to the green house now?" You asked and you could practically see the relief on her face as she nodded.

Once you both made it inside, Cordelia immediately started cleaning and gathering supplies, watering plants, the whole shebang. She was always sort of a neat freak.

"Do you, um, need help?" You asked, not knowing what to do. You hadn't been to the greenhouse in awhile and she had asked you down like she had planned something to do.

"Um, just give me one moment. I should've done this earlier. I don't know what I was thinking." She mumbled the last sentence and you were amused as you continued watching her speed around the place.

You ended up sitting on a stool and nearly fell asleep when you felt a hand on your shoulder. "I'm so sorry that took so long. I'm ready now, come here." Cordelia walked away to the back of the green house so you followed suit.

When you arrived, she had laid out multiple ingredients on a cleared table. You had no idea what she was going to do. "So..." She bit her lip as she turned to you. "Remember that spell Misty told you about?" She asked you and your eyes brightened up, you'd always wanted to try that after Misty told you about it.

"Is that what we're going to do?" You asked hopeful and Cordelia nodded. You practically bounced in excitement and that made Cordelia grin even harder.

As she explained the steps, you helped craft the paste, handing her ingredients to put in the blender and laughing with each other over the silliest things. At one point you had accidentally flung a piece of something at Cordelia and she retaliated by throwing some back at you and what followed was completely and utterly childish, but you loved it.

You had missed this. It being just you and Cordelia, bonding over magic and spells and just enjoying each other's company. Getting to see the Cordelia you knew, not Cordelia the Supreme, but your Cordelia. It was a sight for sore eyes.

"Okay y/n, this next part is important!" She looked at you with wide eyes as you nodded. "You have to stay extremely focused for it to work, do you understand?" You nodded again. "Okay, now put your hands on top of each other like this," She held her arms out and put one hand atop the other, you copied her.

"Now put your hands over the plant and close your eyes. Picture the sunlight beaming down and growing this plant from the roots up. Connect with the energy and put your all into it. Make it grow into a plant as beautiful as you." She added the last part after you had closed your eyes and you could feel your cheeks burn bright pink.

You did as you were told and concentrated on the task, wanting to prove to Cordelia that you still had it in you to be powerful. As you imagined the sunlight beaming down, drowning the leaves of the dead plant in sunlight and the leaves basking in it, growing strong and bright green, your phone began to ring inside your pocket.

Your eyes immediately sprung open, looking to Cordelia as she pulled it from your pocket, going to turn it off completely, when you saw who was calling you. Billie. You gulped as the seconds went by. You had to make a decision. Did you really want to ignore Billie? This moment with Cordelia could possibly be saved if you would just make. your. decision.

"I'm so sorry Cordelia this is important," You rushed the words from your mouth as you snatched your phone from her hands and sprinted from the greenhouse, not looking back in fear of Cordelia's reaction. You hit accept just before the ringing stopped. "Billie, Hi!" You said, out of breath as you shut the greenhouse door and leaned back against it, breathing heavily.

"Good morning sweetheart," Your heart fluttered at her voice. God you loved her voice. "Mornin," You responded. "Did I interrupt something? You sound of breath, y/n." She asked, her tone changing from her usual sultry tone to one you couldn't quite make out.

"No! No, no you didn't." You stumbled on your words as they came out. "I-i was just watering some stuff in the greenhouse and I- Ya know what it doesn't matter." You laughed softly and there a moment of pause. Silence. Had you officially scared Billie off? You barely had a day before you already made her run. Good going y/n.

"Well..." She dragged out the L, "Could I pick you up?" She asked and your breath caught in your throat. Billie. Pick you up. From here. With Cordelia being in the same vicinity? Fuck.

"I, um, to do- to do what?" You stuttered more on your words and heard Billie chuckle softly. "Well usually when one asks a question like that... it's insinuated that it's a date, is it not?" She retorts and you can't believe your ears. Billie Dean Howard just asked you on a date. A date!

"Oh yes, of course. I-i would love to." You say, your cheeks pink and your smile wide. You swore you could practically hear her smirk through the phone. "I'll be there in 30.” And she hung up. Fuck. Thirty minutes.

FUCK. Cordelia! You completely forgot about Cordelia. You swung open the door to the greenhouse and sprinted back to where you had left Cordelia, only to find the entire green house empty, and the supplies all put away.

Where the hell did she go? "Cordelia?" You called out, pacing around the greenhouse hoping you were just blind and had missed her, but alas, not a peep from the supreme.

You went back inside the academy, checking the kitchen, living room, her office. Nowhere. You finally arrived at her bedroom door and you knocked softly. "Cordelia?" You called out and the door swung open, Cordelia was sitting on her bed, glasses perched on her nose and a book in hand. How the hell did she get here so fast? Did she transmutate?

"Why'd you leave?" You asked nervously as Cordelia looked up from her book. "No worries y/n. You clearly have other things to attend to." She immediately looked back down to her book and you sighed. Of course you had fucked everything up.

You didn't bother saying anything else, you just left her room and heard the door shut behind you as soon as your foot was beyond the frame, making you jump. Damn that woman.

You immediately hurried to your room, throwing on your prettiest dress and tossing your cardigan to the floor. You didn't need to look like a librarian today. You fixed your hair in the mirror then ran down the steps.

You worried your bottom lip between your teeth as you waited in the living room for Billie to arrive. Your mind and heart both racing. What even where you and Cordelia at this point? It was obvious that you weren't together anymore, wasn't it?

She didn't speak to you for weeks! She practically ignored you. She put you off more times than you could count and you hadn't even slept in her bed for over a month. That screams "over"...doesn't it?

God she barely even looked at you! She practically slammed the door in your face... well, your back. You had no idea what was going on in her brain anymore, so you shook the thoughts from your head. You were going to enjoy this date with Billie.

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fruit-teeth · 4 years

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Matters of Time and Fate (8)

/(AHAHA FINALLY!! So sorry for the delay!! I know you guys probably thought I forgot about this story but I didn’t! Anyway I’m gonna shut up now, please enjoy)

Sniper woke up early that morning, and the first thought in his mind was that he wanted to make coffee. He’d had a rough, feverish sleep the previous night, and he needed to cleanse his mind with a cup of black coffee. Just the way he liked it.

As Sniper went to the kitchen and began to prepare coffee in the pot, he internally praised himself for waking up early before everyone else. Now he could have his coffee and he could make his breakfast in peace and quiet, without anyone –

“Are you making coffee?”

Sniper startled, turning around to see Olivia standing there. He fumbled for a moment, trying to think of how to answer.

“Uh…yeah, I am,”

Olivia hopped up on the chair beside the kitchen counter, looking over his shoulder. “Make a cup for me! I like milk and sugar in mine,”

Sniper processed this for a moment, before he looked back at Olivia, confusion in his eyes. “What? You want coffee?”

Olivia looked at him like he’d just asked a stupid question. “Yeah? I like coffee! My nanny makes some for me every morning, with milk and sugar,”

Sniper scoffed. “Really? I mean…” he scratched the back of his head. “You’re only six, should you really be drinking coffee?”

Olivia pursed her lips together. “My daddy says I can have it! He says everyone drinks it,”

“Well,” Sniper cleared his throat. “Six-year-olds don’t drink it. You know what I drank when I was six?”

When Olivia shook her head, Sniper replied, “Milkshakes, I used to drink them every morning. They’re not really that healthy, but I can show you how to make some,”

“Milkshakes?” Olivia thought about it, and then shrugged. “Okay. Can we put chocolate in it?”

Sniper just grinned at her. “I like your thinking! We can put whatever we want in them. You like peanut butter?”

Olivia nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah!”

“All right, all right,” Sniper laughed, opening a cabinet and getting out a jar of peanut butter, as well as some cocoa powder. “Let’s get started – pass me the blender, yeah?”

Meanwhile, Engineer was sleeping peacefully on his air mattress when he was rudely awoken by the loud whirring of a blender in the kitchen. He startled, stumbling to his feet in the direction of the noise.

“What in Sam Hill is all that racket!?” he snapped, hovering in the doorway.

Sniper looked up from where he was pulsing the blender. “Sorry, mate! We’re making milkshakes, blender’s real loud…”

Olivia stared at the mixture of peanut butter, vanilla ice cream, cocoa, and banana through the clear plastic of the blender. “Press the button again! It still looks lumpy…”

Sniper pressed the button, and the violent whirring struck right back up. Engineer flinched at the sound. “Gosh darn it! I should make a blender that’s real quiet – I probably could!”

The whirring died down again, and Olivia checked the milkshake again, frowning. “Still lumpy!”

Before Sniper could mash the button again, Engineer shooed him away from the blender. “Hey, y’know what? There’s some stuff we still need from the store, how about we take a little shopping trip and I can buy some more parts to build a quiet blender? Then you can put whatever you want in there without wakin’ the whole house,”

Sniper huffed. “Look, the milkshakes aren’t done! Gotta blend ‘em somehow,”

Engineer grabbed a wooden spoon and handed it to Sniper. “Use this! Do it the old fashioned way,”

Sniper rolled his eyes, but he took the spoon and poured the mixture into a bowl. He then stirred around a bit before it appeared edible, and then he poured it into two separate glasses. “Here ya go,”

Olivia took one of the glasses, eyeing it suspiciously before taking a sip. Sniper sat down at the table with his own glass, watching her. “Thoughts?”

Olivia thought for a moment, before nodding. “Good! It’s good,”

As she sat down and started to drink the rest of it, Engineer began cleaning out the blender, when a thought struck him. “Hey, Olivia – would you wanna go to the store with us? You can look around, it might be good to spend some time outside,”

“The store?” Olivia asked, blinking. Her father never took her shopping, they always had someone around who would just pick up groceries and other necessities for them. “To do what? Buy things?”

“Well, yeah,” Sniper shrugged. “That’s what the store is for. You could even look at some toys too, if you want,”

“Toys…” Olivia had never owned any toys. Her father always dismissed them as ‘childish’, and she’d done the same. But, she realized, he wasn’t around, now…

“Okay, I’ll go,” she agreed, and then reached for her glass of milkshake again. “But right after I finish this,”

Sniper just chuckled. “Yeah, of course…”

Upon waking, Scout could hear the sound of Engineer’s truck starting up from the driveway. Confused, he got out of bed and went downstairs, watching as Sniper got his shoes on by the door.

“Hey!” Scout barked, leaning over the railing of the stairs. “Where you guys goin’?”

Sniper glanced up from his shoes. “Oh, we’re gonna go to the shopping center. We just gotta pick up a couple things,”

Scout hopped down the stairs, fixing his hair and grabbing an apple from a bowl of fruit on the counter to eat. “Can I go? I’ve been dyin’ to get some extra clothes and stuff!”

“Sure, if you want,” Sniper shrugged. “How fast can you get ready?”

“So fast!” Scout took another big bite of the apple, turning on his heel to head upstairs. “I’ll be dressed before you know it – I’m a master at gettin’ ready quick!”

True to his word, Scout was in his day clothes within just a few minutes. He sprayed on his cologne and bounced back downstairs, only to see Olivia standing by the door.

Scout flinched, as he was still a bit wary around the girl. “…hi? Um, whatcha doing, kid?”

Olivia looked away, and Sniper clarified, “She’s coming with us, we’re gonna get her out of the house for a bit,”

“Wha…!?” Scout opened his mouth to argue, but when he saw Olivia staring back at him again, he thought better of himself. “Okay, fine…” he sighed. “Is Engie outside in the car?”

“Yep,” Sniper opened the door, ushering Olivia and Scout out of the house. “Let’s not keep him waiting,”

As soon as everyone was in the vehicle, Engineer started it up and began to head down the dirt path leading to the road. The sun was shining bright overhead, casting the sky in a brilliant blue.

Olivia watched as the hills rolled by through the windows of the truck. She’d never seen anything like it until now, and she thought it was very beautiful. The way the sun reflected off of the wheat in the fields and the grass looked like something out of a story book to her, and it made her feel something she had never felt before, some kind of longing deep within her soul…

Engineer switched the radio on to a country station, and Scout huffed. “Aw, come on! Seriously, Engie?”

“Hey, it ain’t my fault you don’t have taste,” Engineer replied simply.

Olivia tilted her head, listening to the music. “What’s this?”

“Country music,” Sniper answered. “Have you never heard country music before?”

“No,” Olivia shrugged. “It sounds like those weird movies my daddy used to watch,”

Scout’s brow furrowed. “What movies?”

Olivia searched for how to describe it. “Movies about these men with big hats and guns…cowboy movies! They’re called cowboys, I forgot,”

“Old westerns?” Engineer sounded surprised as he turned a corner, heading down into the town. “Your dad liked old westerns, Olivia?”

Olivia nodded. “Yeah, he watched them a lot while he did his work. I watched them only sometimes,” she remembered walking in during a scene where a sheriff was pointing his gun at a burglar, and how her father had paused his paperwork to point to the screen.

“Do you see that, Olivia?” he had asked. “We call that a ‘negotiation’,”

“But there’s a gun,” Olivia had pointed out. “And they aren’t really talking…”

“This is a last resort negotiation,” Gray went on to explain. “They actually are very good at getting what you want, you might find out,”

Olivia blinked, coming back to the present as she heard Scout talking again. “Huh!” he remarked. “Never took him for the type to watch those kinda movies, always thought he was more of…” Scout trailed off, glancing at Olivia and recalling what had happened the last time he made a snide remark about her father. “…never-mind.”

Olivia folded her arms back up and looked out the window, getting quiet again. The whole truck went silent aside from the music playing on the radio before Scout decided to at least try and make conversation.

“So, uh…” he cleared his throat, getting Olivia’s attention. “What are you hoping to find at the store, kid?”

Olivia just shrugged. “I don’t know,”

“You don’t know?” Scout asked, surprised. “Damn, whenever I went to the store as a kid, I always had a list of stuff I wanted to buy with my allowance. You can’t think of anything?”

“No,” Olivia shook her head. “I’ve never been shopping before,”

Scout’s eyes widened in alarm at that. “Never!? Damn, kid, what have you been doing your whole life? You know what? Here’s what we’re gonna do – I’m gonna show you what to do while at a store! I’m a pro, you’re gonna thank me later,”

“Don’t teach her anything stupid,” Sniper warned. “We don’t wanna get her in trouble,”

Scout waved him off. “Aw, come on! It’s gonna be fun, I promise,”

They finally arrived at the shopping plaza, a place Olivia had never seen before. As Engineer parked, Olivia stepped out and looked up at the buildings with awe. “Wow! There’s so many stores!”

“I know, right?” Scout got out after her, before turning to look at Engie. “Where to first, hardhat?

Engineer pulled out a list, checking it. “Well, let’s see…we need parts for the new blender, some extra snacks, and then whatever else we think we might need,”

Sniper pointed out a hardware store nearby. “How about there first? That looks like it’d have blender parts,”

As they walked in, Engineer turned to Olivia and Scout. “We’re gonna look at some parts, you two look around. Scout?” his tone changed to one more serious. “Keep her outta trouble, okay? I mean it,”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Scout waved him off, before gesturing for Olivia to follow him. “C’mon, kid! Let’s have an adventure,”

Olivia trailed after him, curious over what ‘adventure’ this store could have to offer. They wandered around a bit, before Scout paused. “Ooh, okay! Take a look!”

“What?” Olivia looked to where he was pointing, and she gasped a little. Sitting several feet away were a line of model bathrooms, complete with their own bathtubs and showers. “What is that? Are those real bathrooms?”

“Nope!” Scout grinned, approaching one and running his hand over the sink. “They’re models – if you wanna buy a bathroom, or make one, or whatever, these are models you can follow, pretty much,”

“Oh!” Olivia approached it, fascinated, leaning over to look in the tub. She turned the levers, but no water came out. “There’s no water!”

“Yeah, it ain’t hooked up,” Scout explained, checking the cabinets. “Aw, sweet! Someone left something in here!” he fished it out, only to make a face. “Ugh, never-mind. It’s someone’s stupid pamphlet thing from…the ‘Sculptor’s Clayground’? Huh,”

Olivia wandered over to another model, seeing a beautiful clawfoot tub. All of the sudden, she had the urge to climb into it, and without thinking about it she clambered inside sat down.

Scout noticed, and he laughed, leaning in to look. “There ya go! I wonder if you could hide in here…you’re small enough, ain’t ya?”

Olivia made herself as small as possible, but she suddenly laughed, imagining surprising someone like this by hiding in the tub. She’d never considered doing something like that before, but it felt very exciting somehow.

Before Scout could see if she could fit in another model tub, a voice from several feet away barked, “Hey! What are you doing!?”

Olivia sat up in time to see a woman in an employee’s uniform walking up to them, and Scout immediately became defensive. “Hey, hey, we’re just playin’ around, lady!”

“I’ll say,” the woman sighed, gesturing for Scout and Olivia to leave. “This isn’t a playground. Please just take your daughter and move along,”

Olivia paused, looking to Scout in confusion. “Daughter?”

Scout’s eyes widened, and he suddenly appeared offended, scooping Olivia up and setting her down. “I am not her dad!” he exclaimed, before taking Olivia’s hand and briskly leading her away from the models, leaving the employee very confused.

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I Trusted You - Colby Brock

It took a lot for y/n to find a guy that she could put her full trust in after some of her exes, so after Colby pulls a cheating prank, she reacts differently than what he had expected.

Warnings: some curse words

Word Count: 2.2k+

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“So, how’s the prank war going?” Summer asked me as I curled her ginger locks. I lightly chuckled at the question. Every time I walk in that house, something is happening, whether it’s a prank, a crazy video, or just the boys being boys.

“It’s crazy. One time I walked into the house and there was tinfoil all over the kitchen. Another day, I pulled in and Sam was wrapping all the cars in bubble wrap. Jake dumped a bunch of crickets on Colby. Aaron broke a doorframe after Colby put duct tape on it. I wonder what I’m going to walk into today.” I tell her and she laughs.

“Isn’t duct tape supposed to fix things?” I laugh at her question and nod.

“You’d think so, yeah. But those boys would figure out how to break stuff with it.” I roll my eyes, thinking about my crazy boyfriend and his even crazier roommates. I finish up Summer’s hair and brush my fingers through the curls to break them apart into soft waves. Then, I move to make up.

“You ready for your date tonight?” I ask my best friend and watch her face light up as she nods her head. Tonight, she is going on her anniversary date with her boyfriend, Elliot. I am so happy she found a guy that treats her right. We have both been through so many bad relationships that we truly deserve the guys we have.

“I can’t believe you guys have been together for four years,” I tell her as I concentrate on blending her foundation into her skin with a beauty blender.

“I know. I feel we just met at that party a little while ago, not four years ago.” She told me. “You and Colby are still going strong, right?” She asks me with concern deep in her voice and her eyes concentrated on mine.

“Yes, Summer. He isn’t like any other guy I have dated. I know he won’t do anything to hurt me. I know he won’t leave me alone and I know I won’t find him cheating on me. I really trust him.” I say with a huge dorky grin on my face as I felt butterflies flutter around in my stomach. I love and trust Colby with all my heart, which Summer knows is a really hard thing for me to do.

“So, he is nothing like Danny or Justin or Ryan?” She looked me dead in the eyes just to make sure. I love this girl, but she can be so damn protective sometimes. I wouldn’t change it for the world though.

“No, he isn’t. He is going to disappear out of thin air after dating for seven months like Danny did. He isn’t Justin, who cheats on me with who I thought was a really good friend of mine several times and I finally catch them. He isn’t anything like Ryan either. He doesn’t try to control everything I do or get mad at me if I do something that I want to do. He’s a good guy, Summer.” I tell her and she smiles at me.

“Okay but let him know that if he does anything to hurt you, that-” Summer started but I cut her off.

“That you’ll hurt him like he’s never been hurt before. I know, Summer.” I finish her statement. I’ve memorized by now from hearing it so many times. I chuckled to myself before speaking once more. “He’s my Elliot, Summer. He won’t hurt me.”

She nods and drops the subject. We talk about our amazing boyfriends and other fun things as I finish her makeup. Summer ran over to the closet to grab her royal blue dress and silver sparkly heels and put them on quickly. She looked at herself in the mirror.

“You look beautiful, Summer,” I tell her as we look at her reflection. “Don’t forget this,” I say as I grab her necklace. It’s a stunning silver necklace that had a pretty heart outline with a dainty little diamond in the center. Elliot got it for her for their first anniversary. She smiled at me and turned around, lifting her hair, so I could put it on her. I clasped it together and she looked even better if that was possible.

“Okay go before I cry at how pretty my bestie is,” I tell her as I fan off my eyes with my hands. She laughs at me and gives me a quick hug before leaving.

“Love you, y/n. See you tonight or tomorrow,” She said as she waved at me and closed the door. I smiled as reached in my back pocket for my phone to text Colby that I was done helping Summer and would be leaving my house soon to go to his. I cleaned up around my room a little bit, putting up all the makeup and hair stuff that I just pulled out to get Summer ready, and grabbed my purse and keys. I left the apartment that I share with Summer and hopped in my car, blasting music and singing my heart out all the way to Colby’s house.

I pulled in and parked my car, finishing the song I was on before turning the car off and getting out. When I walked into the house, it was oddly quiet. I knew Jake and Sam weren’t here because their cars were gone. Then, I heard Aaron yelling. “Okay, so Aaron playing videogames,” I whispered to myself as I chuckled lightly.

“Hello?” I heard Corey say from the kitchen. I walked over and there Corey was, leaning against the kitchen counter and scrolling through his phone.

“Hey, where is everybody?” I asked him as I leaned on the other side of the island that sat in the center of the kitchen.

“Sam and Jake went to the gym, Aaron and Colby are in their rooms, and Devyn is um… out with her friends… I think,” He replies. He seemed a bit weird when he was telling me where Devyn was like he was thinking about it a little too hard. She is his girlfriend who lives with him. I’m sure he knows where she is. I didn’t question it though. Maybe he just forgot. I don’t know.

“Oh okay, I was just wondering. I’m going to head up to Colby’s room. Talk to you later.” I say as I wave at him before heading up the stairs. I walk into the hallway that Colby’s and Sam’s rooms are in and hear some kind of noise coming from his room. He’s normally a pretty quiet guy when he’s by himself in his room, so there is no telling what is happening on the other side of this door. He’s probably filming some crazy video.

As I got a little closer, I hear him talking. He’s either on the phone, talking to the camera, talking to himself, or there is someone else in that room with him. I stop dead in my tracks. I can’t help but listen to what he was talking about. When I take one step closer to the door to hear a bit better, I heard another voice, a girl’s voice. The weird thing is that the girl sounds familiar like I have heard her voice before or have talked to her before.

My mind raced with a million different thoughts. Who was he talking to? Was he cheating on me? There’s no way he was. He always told me how much he hated cheating and how he wishes it never happens to him. So, why would he do it to me? I haven’t told him about my past boyfriends yet. He doesn’t know about how bad my boyfriends were and here I am with another just like the rest. And I just told Summer how good he was to me and how I knew he would never do this to me. I guess I was wrong.

Well, let me not just jump to conclusions. He is friends with girls, and I am okay with that. But he should have told me that whoever it is was going to be here when I was here. I step closer to open the door and put my hand on the knob. That’s when I hear it.

“Colby, quit! Y/n will be here soon, and we don’t want to get caught. Last time, we were too close to getting caught and I don’t want to risk that again.” That’s when I knew. Colby is cheating on me. Right now. On the other side of this door. I felt the tears prick my eyes and anger and sadness build up inside me. I twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open.

Right when I opened it, I saw the girl duck under the covers. She had a tank top on and brown hair, but that’s all I could see before she hid. My eyes went from the body under the sheets to the blue-eyed cheater beside it. His face showed complete shock like he couldn’t believe I was here.

“Y/n… I’m-” He started, but I stopped him.

“Save it, Colby. I don’t want to hear it. I can’t believe you, Colby! I TRUSTED YOU! Do you know how many times this has happened to me before? No, you don’t. I thought you were different from the rest, but you aren’t. You talk all the time about how L.A. people are fake, and you can’t trust them, but guess what? You are just like them. You fit right in around here. And I don’t know what bitch is under here,” I pause as I walk over to his bed and pull off the sheets to see the girl. The person I see is someone I never would have expected. Devyn Lundy.

“Dev?” I ask dumbfounded. Poor Corey thought she was out with friends, but she was up here with my boyfriend doing God knows what.

“Please don’t tell Corey,” she whispers, her eyes pleading for me not to speak of the incident to him. I scoffed. I cannot believe this.

“Y/n-” Colby tried again, but I didn’t want to hear anything he had to say.

“Don’t!” I shouted. “Both of you can go to hell,” I say before I slam the door shut and run away, crying. I pass Corey when I go down the stairs.

“By the way, you’re being cheated on. Colby and Devyn are together up there.” I tell him before running all the way to my car. I get in and lock the doors. I break down into a fit of tears, leaning my head against the steering wheel. I hear banging against the window of my car door and Colby on the outside yelling something, but I can’t tell what he’s saying. To be honest, I don’t really care what’s he’s saying.

I reach over and turn the music all the way up so I can block out his voice and the banging. It works a little, but then I hear banging on the passenger side window as well. I look over and see Devyn banging too, but she has a camera. What kind of fucked up shit is this? Are they really filming me break down in my car? I roll down the window on the side that Colby was banging on just a little.

“What the fuck, Colby?” I say lightly, my voice already sounding worn out and pitiful from the yelling and crying.

“It’s a prank, y/n! It’s a prank!” He shouts.

“Really?” I whisper as I look at him with sad eyes. He nods and his eyes look just as sad as mine. I sigh and roll my window back up. I turn my car off and get out. Colby stares at me, unsure of what to do when I shut the door and look at him.

“Y/n?” He questions. I punch him as hard as I can on his shoulder. He grabs it in pain and looks at me. He wasn’t expecting that.

“Don’t ever do that again,” I whisper before I wrap my arms around his waist, happy that my boyfriend didn’t cheat on me. He’s just an asshole. He wraps his arms around me and buries his head in my neck like he always does.

“I really am sorry,” he whispers in my ear. I let out a thankful sigh and pull away from him.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you do that?” I ask him and he chuckles.

“They have been asking me to prank you for forever, so I did. I thought this would be better than a proposal prank.” He tells me as he points to the camera that Dev was still holding. “That scared me more than it scared you, I think,” Colby said, and I turned to him, giving him a look that told him to continue.

“We ran after you, yelling it was a prank, but you weren’t listening and kept going. Then, you got in the car and I thought you were going to drive off and I was going to lose the best thing that has ever happened to me. Thankfully, you didn’t, and I’ve still got you.”

“Prank me again and see what happens.”

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