#like those fun sparkly or colorful lures

[clover-mouse]

been having fun just putting together lil character designs. shark girl time. i think she likes to eat crabs like hamburgers (shell and all)

[sylvie-writes]

Fighting For You

word count: 1530

request: Hi! Hello! Hey! I saw part of your conversation with the girl that is dating a cop and I was wondering if she’s okay with it of course, if you could use the “I’m fighting to come home to you” thing in a Steve x Reader thing?

a/n: this is part 1 of (undetermined) of me trying to finish requests that have been sent in ages ago. IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT AND THE QUALITY. it’s been hard to write but hopefully these will do. this was originally at 100 words, so i added some random subplot to bring up the count and I tried to make it relevant to the story. anyways, this isn’t proofread much so please excuse any mistakes.

It had been weeks of radio silence that often left your mind pacing while you tried to go through the day. Everything was gonna be fine.

Those five words became a mantra for the time being since Steve left and while he had warned you that no communication was a possibility on this mission, you still couldn’t help but feel anxious that something had gone wrong. Steve was never one to give up. 

It was a solo mission meaning Natasha, who you trusted to babysit Steve, was currently not with him. Instead she was playing babysitter for you and had now lured you into a personal “mission” at the orphanage. The redhead had recently divulged the secret that every Thursday afternoon when she disappeared for hours on end that she wasn’t out for a workout regime, but instead visiting the angels who so badly needed some adoration.

That night Steve left for his mission, Natasha had taken you out to dinner and a few drinks led to cries of sorrow and laughter. Tears pricked at her eyes and your own, when Natasha revealed that she didn’t want these kids to have an experience such as her years as an orphan. Somehow your conversation of the awful nachos on the bar counter had transferred into what your friend did when she disappeared midweek. When the words spilled from her mouth and she immediately apologized for oversharing, you were quick to reassure her with a fast and unexpected hug that almost knocked over the unsuspecting coffee mugs that had been sitting between you both. The mugs were empty from trying to sober you both up but they seemed to be doing nothing but getting in the way. Natasha never really opened up to you about her past despite almost knowing her longer than Steve, so this little exchange was a milestone in your friendship. 

Since that crazy dinner, you have been spending your Thursdays with the kids and Nat, putting on a fake smile that would turn genuine just at the sight of the children getting excited to see you. It took your mind off Steve, albeit for a few hours, but that was better than none. The kids always seemed to know what to say to cheer you up and you did the same for them. 

Last visit, you and Nat were given the privilege of speaking with the teens and this week you were given the opportunity to visit the little ones. More specifically, it was arts and crafts day and only seconds after walking in the door were you elbow deep in macaroni noodles and colorful string. 

About ten kids clobbered to sit around Nat as she demonstrated the making of macaroni noodles when you noticed a young girl in the corner and a social worker crouched on the ground with her, a lollipop in hand to coax the child. You could see the fear in the young girl's eyes as she clutched the tattered blanket to her chest. Those sweet brown eyes were so sparkly you were sure you would’ve remembered her which drew you to the conclusion that she was new. 

You directed two other children to Nat who was currently playing art teacher as you slowly approached the scene in the corner. The social worker looked up at you with a hopeful smile and held out his arms as if saying “all yours.” He handed you the lollipop and quickly explained that she was new before dashing off to help another worker. 

“Hey girly, what’s your name?”

You opted to sit criss cross on the floor, showing the girl that you planned on staying. She didn’t speak but instead turned to the wall. Silence filled the corner and you decided to speak up once more. 

“My name is (y/n), and I come here with my friend Nat. Today we were invited to make macaroni necklaces with you! Do you like crafts?” 

Some progress was made when you said Nat’s name and pointed her out to the child who had now turned to see what you were talking about. She softly shook her head when asked about arts and crafts and you gave a soft smile. Her hand quickly reached up to brush back a strand of short, black hair and you noticed the bracelet on her hand. It was a simple multi colored beaded bracelet that spelt out “VERA✿”

You reached out to grab her wrist and she complied, placing his arm in your hand. 

“Wow, this is so pretty! Did you make this, Vera?” She nodded her head and quietly began to speak. At this you internally jumped around with joy at such progress. 

“I like to make bracelets. My mommy used to make them with me, but then she left. Now I’m all alone.”

Her happy tone had turned dismal and a few tears crawled out of her eyes. Words never seemed to mean much to you, but her story made you choke back a sob. It seemed that the young girl hadn’t intended to spill the information, but she did, and now she was vulnerable. 

“Oh Vera, I understand it’s no fun to be alone,” You squeezed her hand lovingly and offered a comforting smile, “My friend, Steve, he had to leave a few weeks ago and I feel lonely, just like you, but you know what?”

She cocked her head at your question.

“I have other friends who take care of me and don’t make me feel lonely. So Vera, why don’t we go out and make necklaces. We can go make some friends who will always be for you, hon!”

She was apprehensive to agree but slowly stood and dragged behind you. Nat saw you come over and waved you and Vera to come join the little boy beside her who looked in need of a friend.

-

Macaroni necklaces were a success and so was getting Vera to socialize. She made friends with the little boy, Liam, and the two were the chattiest out of the whole bunch. In fact, they both talked so much they tuckered themselves out that you and Nat brought them back to their sleeping quarters with the rest of the children. Natasha stood in the hallway as Vera led you to her cot and proudly showed off her teddy bear that sat in the middle. From a distance Nat could see Vera placing her macaroni necklace around your neck as you crouched down. Vera stood back and proudly eyed her creation before giving you a tight hug.

“Don’t worry, your friend will come back.” This statement caused you to be taken aback and luckily Vera was too busy climbing into bed to notice your shocked expression.  “You told me you will come back and you are my friend, so I think he will too.”  Vera continued as she pulled her teddy bear close and you covered her scrawny shoulders with the same fleece blanket that was once used as a makeshift shield. Walking out the darkened room, Vera’s words left you wondering if Steve would ever really come back. 

-

As you and Nat drove home, all thoughts of Steve had momentarily dissipated leaving you with a second of bliss. 

Not even a moment after your laughter ceased at Nat’s story of Liam trying to eat raw noodles, the ringer designated for Steve rang and your shaky hand voluntarily went to answer.

“Steve?”

“Hey, love,” Steve’s voice came out in a hushed whisper but a rough chuckle tumbled out with it, “You sound surprised to be hearing from me?”

“I thought something had happened to you. I-”

You were at a loss of words and Steve seemed to know this. 

“(y/n), I’m fighting to come home for you. Never doubt that.”

His words seemed so sweet yet cringe so you could help but make a joke, “Wow, I didn’t know you were a motivational speaker on the side.”

Steve’s familiar laugh came through the receiver, “See, that is another reason I want to come home, so I can listen to your terrible jokes!”

Playfully offended you added, “Hey! They aren’t as bad as yours. I mean dad jokes, c’mon you can do better than that Rogers.”

“Yeah, yeah. We can settle this debate when I see you tonight.” You could practically hear the smirk in Steve’s voice because he knew darn well that he had just shocked you with this revelation of information. Your silence confirmed this for Captain and he proudly continued on.

“Well, I gotta finish cleaning up here, so I’ll see you for dinner, doll. Love you!”

All you could do was return the affection before hanging up and allowing the enormous smile to finally take over your face as it had been waiting to do so for so long. 

“So, what should I wear?” Natasha took her eyes off the road and looked at you with a cheesy grin of her own. For a majority of the ride home, the two of you babbled about Steve like middle school girls on a first date.

Steve never failed to keep a promise to you and he wasn’t planning to do so now.

[shining-red-diamond]

Shallow Waters (Part II)

Words: 1.6k

Pairing: Hendery x Brittany (OC)

Rating: PG-15

Genre: fluff, some angst

Warnings: mentions of abandonment and homelessness, brief partial nudity (nothing graphic)

Brittany listened to everything Hendery told her from the small seahorses serving the merfolk to the giant humpback whales he used to swim and splash with. The dolphins were the best at making friends, and the starfish were the best dancers. He didn’t discuss the merfolk themselves due to his lack of knowledge about them, yet he gave only what he knew about himself being one. But Hendery talked very highly of the sirens.

“Didn’t they sing to lure pirates and sailors to their deaths?” Brittany’s eyebrow raised in confusion.

“Only the females,” Hendery confirmed. “Males sing, too, but for the opposite reasons. They sing to guide sailors and comfort the wandering travelers when on land.”

“Interesting. No one told me there were male sirens.”

“Not many humans do. Males don’t make contact with humans unless necessary. They stay in the fog or shadows.”

“That makes sense.”

Hendery rested his chin on her head for a moment before an idea popped into his head. “Would Brittany like to meet Hendery’s friends?”

“Your siren friends?” Her head popped up.

Hendery nodded.

“When?”

“Soon,” he promised. “They are helping another race of aquatic creatures right now, but I’ll call for them in a few days.”

Brittany’s eyes widened as they stood. “Who are they helping?”

Hendery thought for a moment. “Something about shark creatures or just a type of shark. Hendery doesn’t remember.”

Sharks were a creature most people are scared of, but Brittany guessed it was mainly because of the movie Jaws. She did agree that they were intimidating due to their rows of sharp teeth, but at the same time she didn’t mind them.

“Since you’re strong and grown up now,” Brittany wondered as they submerged back into the water, “do you live with the merfolk now?”

“Hendery is different,” he shook his head. “He is the only one of his kind who has shark’s teeth and consumes only fish. He can transform willingly without water, but only he can go humanoid for up to two weeks without getting back into the water.”

“You mean, you haven’t been around mermaids or other mermen since you were small?”

“Hendery is a nomad.”

Brittany didn’t know what to say. He was such a bright, curious, and happy soul that it was impossible to believe he had such a sad childhood. She understood why the merfolk would not allow him into their cities, but it still wasn’t fair to him if he just wanted a proper home. Her conscience knew it was all of a sudden, but she refused to let him sleep on a rock or beach anymore.

As they swam back to her house, avoiding the fishermen as they passed the pier, Brittany’s head was filled with the pros and cons of allowing him to live there. There was plenty of water for him to drink and keep hydrated, the ocean was literally in her backyard, and she would keep a stock of fish in the fridge. However, the fish might stink up her kitchen, and she didn’t know if he would be comfortable on a bed mattress. Part of her was saying it was a bad idea, but Brittany was taught to always help others in need.

The two made it back to her house and dried off with the towels hanging off the porch railing.

“Hendery likes it here,” the merman said as they sat under a large palm tree.

“I’m glad to hear that,” Brittany smiled. “May I ask you something?”

The offer for him to move in with her was right at the tippity top of her tongue, but she hesitated. It felt too soon. Instead, she remembered the carnival at the other end of the beach.

“Have you ever been to a carnival before?” was what came out of her mouth.

Hendery motioned towards the other end of the beach. “Is that what those bright lights are?”

“Yeah. We can go tonight, if you’d like.”

A smile grew on his face upon hearing this. “Hendery doesn’t not know what that is, but it sounds fun.”

“We’ll have to get cleaned up first.”

“Why?” he asked.

“So we don’t drag sand around,” she replied as they stood up.

Taking him by the hand, Brittany guided him into the house, while dragging a little bit of sand, and into a room he had never seen before. The walls were a shade of white with a blue tint, and in one corner was a large, glass door with glass walls and odd looking bottles inside. In the other corner was a round, boat-looking piece of porcelain that was big enough for two people to sit in. Between the two strange corners was a wooden cabinet that went from the floor up to the ceiling. Brittany opened one and pulled out pink colored towels and handed a few to Hendery.

“What is this place?” he asked as his eyes wandered around more.

“This is the bathroom,” Brittany replied when she realized she hadn’t given her friend a proper tour of the house. “It’s a room where humans clean themselves.”-She opened the glass door-”This is called a ‘shower.’ It’s more for when you wash your hair or just prefer a shower.”-she walked over to the porcelain boat. “And this is a bathtub. It’s more for a relaxing bath, but you still get clean, either way.”

“What are in those?” Hendery pointed to the bottles in the shower.

“Shampoo and conditioner are for your hair, and the body soap is self explanatory.”

Hendery nodded. For about half a minute, he glanced back and forth between the bathtub and the shower trying to figure out which he would like best. He wanted to see what bathing standing up was like, but he also desired to see what his tail would look sparkling clean. The ocean did so much by removing any mud or dirt, but he did notice tiny particles when he would be on dry land.

“Can Brittany bathe Hendery?” he requested. “In the bathtub?”

Brittany softly smiled and nodded. “I’ll turn around so you can undress.”

Once she turned on the water and made sure the temperature was okay, she then stood by the sink and faced the corner. The water rose to only about four inches before Hendery removed the borrowed clothing and discarded them on the floor. His toes carefully dipped into the warm, bubbly bath, taking in the relaxing sensation it created.

Hendery made his tail appear, replacing his human legs.

“Ready,” he said.

Brittany turned back around to see the merman in her bathtub trying his best not to splash the water too much, and she let out a giggle. He looked so cute just enjoying the water in that particular setting.

From the shower, she took out the hair products and body soap and set them on the floor next to her. Pulling up a stool, she sat down on it and had Hendery wet his hair. Brittany then squeezed some of the shampoo into her palm and began massaging it gently into Hendery’s scalp.

At first, her touch was strange, but as he gave in to her gentle massage and the feeling of her nails softly scratching his head, he relaxed. Hendery could get used to this, and he hoped that he could do the same for her one day.

Chunks of ocean mud were falling out of his hair, and the soap was starting to turn a little brown; but it told Brittany that his hair was clean. With help from the detachable faucet, she rinsed his jet black locks, and left the water back on to prevent dirt build up.

With a pink loofah, Brittany squeezed out some of the body soap and used it to scrub Hendery’s tail. She let him clean himself around his waist area to prevent any awkwardness, and then she scrubbed the rest of him. If his tail wasn’t sparkly before, it was sparkling now. Hendery’s eyes widened at how clean his tail was as he wiggled his tail to reflect the sunlight.

“Beautiful,” Brittany clapped.

Hendery smiled at the gorgeous job she did. He felt fresh and light. He loved the ocean, but something about a nice bath was relaxing.

“Thank you,” he whispered before kissing her hand.

Brittany felt her cheeks turn red. “Um...you’re welcome,” she managed to say. Maybe it was just his way of showing gratitude, she thought.

Hendery giggled when he noticed how much that little kiss affected her.

“Um...I’m...gonna...shower,” she stammered. “Can you...uh…?”

“Would Brittany like for Hendery to leave?” he realized what she was trying to convey.

“Just to the living room,” she regained her words back. “I’d like to shower in private.”

Crestfallen, Hendery nodded. Brittany gave him his towels and some fresh clothes before he transformed and left the bathroom.

Brittany felt bad for kicking him out, especially after seeing the sad expression on his face. She didn’t mean to come off so strongly, she was just in shock by his kiss that she couldn’t convey her thoughts well.

“Hendery,” she called after him, and he turned back around, “I’ll let you wash my hair one of these days.”

The smile returned to his face before he nodded in joy.

-

After she showered and dressed herself in some denim shorts, white converse, and a pink crop top Brittany met Hendery back in the kitchen. His hair was mostly dry now, but he was checking himself out in the living room mirror.

“Someone’s excited,” Brittany chuckled as she grabbed her purse. “Are you ready?”

Hendery nodded before following her out the door.

The carnival pier was only about a five minute walk from her house, and the lights could be seen in the distance as the late afternoon sun began to set. Neither of them realized they were holding hands until halfway into their walk. Brittany almost let go, but with growing feelings for her new friend she didn’t. They strolled on as if they had been together for a long time.

-

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[zarcake-writes]

Rodrak

Here's a winter holiday story featuring a rather handsome orc spending his first Christmas with his partner.

Warnings: Fluff and Christmas stuff 

The cabin is warm and cozy. There’s a fire burning in the fireplace and the air smells sweet, a perfect mixture of the cookies cooling on the kitchen counter and the fresh pine tree in the living room. Above the chimney are two stockings, both are filled with a random assortment of gifts and sweets. Outside, the snow is falling slowly. It’s the first white Christmas you’ve ever had, and it’s beautiful.

“Babe,” comes a voice behind you.

You turn away from the window and smile at your boyfriend, Rodrak. He’s an orc, broad and tall, with long hair that’s pulled into a messy bun at the nape of his neck. He’s wearing sweatpants and a tank top with splits in the sides. Intricate tattoos cover his right arm, shoulder, and part of his chest. There’s a Santa hat on his head.

Rodrak is standing next to a partially decorated Christmas tree that is his approximate height, holding a star and angel in his hand. The tree is covered in lights, some are clear and the rest is a pretty shade of pink. At his feet is an opened box of ornaments.

“Yeah?”

“Which goes on the top? A star or angel?”

“Either.”

He frowns and looks back at the ornaments. “Do they have different meanings?”

You take a moment to think then walk towards him. “I think they both have religious meanings. An angel is obviously Christian. But the star… maybe it’s supposed to be the star that the wise men followed. We’ll use the star.”

He nods and puts the angel away. “So, why the tree? Does that mean anything?”

“Not to Christians. I think it’s a variation of a yule log.”

He nods. “We use a yule log, or something like that, in my clan.”

“Really?”

“Yup. In the old days, before technology and heating systems, every family would need to keep a fire burning all winter long in their homes. The log was usually the first thing to burn, but now we just decorate it. Kind of like what you do with this tree. The Chief of a stronghold usually keeps a fire burning all winter though.”

“Why only the Chief?”

“Tradition, but each hold is different. My uncle kept the fire burning all winter, he took it very seriously. Throughout the winter the kids and elderly in the stronghold would sleep near the fire. And he was there most nights, keeping the fire burning.”

“If he wasn’t there?”

“Then my aunt or one of his kids were there. My mother and father helped a couple of nights too. Why are there lights on the Christmas tree?”

“I don’t know.”

Rodrak turns to you and frowns. “You don’t know? How do you not know?”

“I’m not Christian, babe. Most of Christmas is just commercialized. The lights just make the tree pretty.”

“Then, why do you celebrate it?”

You stop and think. “I… I don’t know. I remember my family staying up until midnight on Christmas Eve and opening gifts. And sometimes there were fights, but I remember being around everyone and being so happy. Even when I got older and the lure of gifts wasn’t as enticing, but I enjoyed staying up with my family.”

“So, it’s a traditional thing, then?”

“Yes.”

He nods and pulls a couple of reindeer ornaments out of the box. “Some clans eat reindeer during this time.”

You snort and place the ornament on the tree. “Poor Rudolph.”

Rodrak laughs and pulls out a bulb. “I saw that when I was younger. It was on tv and I didn’t really know what it was about. I remember asking my mom if Santa was going to visit us.”

“What did she say?”

“She said that’s a Christian thing and that Santa doesn’t visit us. Then she said that even if he did visit us, the only thing I would get is coal.”

You laughed louder than you meant to. “Your mom did tell me how bad you were as a kid.”

“I wasn’t that bad, just curious.”

“Babe, you helped shave your uncle’s beard.”

“Yeah, but my cousins and sister helped.”

“But who was the mastermind?”

Rodrak did his best to hide the smirk on his face and refused to look at you.

“Yeah,” you laughed, “That’s what I thought.”

Rodrak wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you to the couch. “What about you, love? Did you ever get any coal in your stocking?”

“No, because I was a good kid.”

Rodrak lifted an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yes.” You tapped his nose. “Plus, I was too smart to get caught doing bad shit.”

“Sneak.”

“I am the sneakiest.”

“That’s how you stole my heart. Snuck right into my life and took it before I knew what was happening.”

You blush and look away. Stereotypes paint orcs as being brutish and hard, with no time for romance or love. But those are wrong, so very wrong because orcs are romantic in their own ways. And Rodrak, he’s the most romantic person you’ve ever dated. From this trip he took you on, to the sweet declarations of love, the man can make any romcom look stupid.

Rodrak laughs at your reaction. His hand cups your chin and he angels your face up. He gives you a smile that makes your heart skip a beat. The love in his eyes never fails to make your chest swell with warmth. His hands-on you, so sweet and gentle, leaves tingles and bumps along your skin.

He leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips. His lips are soft and taste faintly of the sugar cookies you both made. His tusks rub against your face. They’re smooth and the tips are dull. As intimidating as they appear, nothing about them scares or worries you. It’s a comfort when they rub against your face.

You try to deepen the kiss, but Rodrak pulls away. He gives you a smirk and ignores the pouty look on your face.

“Come on love, let’s finish the tree. Then we can do as much nasty stuff as you want.”

You let out a long sigh. “Fine.”

Rodrak stands and helps you up. He gives you a small tap on the ass when you walk towards the tree. “Dramatic.”

You feign an insulted gasp. “Says the one who had to show off during your Honor the Dead festival.”

Rodrak huffs at the mention of that day. The Honor the Dead festival is an orc holiday that commemorates and remembers their dead. It’s a week-long event that begins November first. Rodrak explained that it is an ancient holiday, originally celebrated to remember every orc that died. From ancient warriors and Chiefs to modern orcs that pushed for social change, they all are remembered.

Rodrak took you to his clan hold to visit during the week-long festival. His family was very excited to meet you and the time you spent with them was fun. Instead of a somber event, the entire hold was buzzing with life. Stories were told about the dead, games were played, and offerings were made. However, there was an incident during the pumpkin throwing contest.

Rodrak grabs a bulb out of the box and frowns at you. “I wasn’t showing off.”

“You insisted you can throw more pumpkins that anyone else.”

“So?”

“Babe, you spent an hour painting them to resemble your cousins and friends. And then you destroyed all ten good pumpkins. It was a huge mess!”

Rodrak gives you a look. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“I am on your side, love. But it was a gross mess. Pumpkins guts were everywhere. I had some in my hair.”

Rodrak snorts and nods. “Yeah, you did. But I had to do that.”

“Why?”

“For you. I had to show off for you. It’s an orc thing.”

“What?”

“When we bring someone home, a potential partner, we need to prove to our family that we can protect our partner. That we’re serious about them.”

You look up at Rodrak and smile. “You’re serious about me then?”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m deadly serious about you.”

You snort and bump him with your hip. “Dork.”

Rodrak and you spend the next thirty minutes decorating the tree and goofing off. He was very meticulous on where the ornaments were placed. Some of them he didn’t want on the tree, like the random religious ones or the few that you both didn’t understand. Some he said were too ugly to be placed on the tree.

“What does Noel have to do with Christmas? What did she do?”

You look up at him and frown. Noel? Who is he talking about? “What?”

Rodrak holds out a glass ornament for you to see. It’s white but the word Noel is a sparkly silver color. You forgot about that ornament. It was a gift from your grandma at some point.

“This,” Rodrak repeats, “Who is she? Is she one of those Saints?”

“Ohh. Yeah, that’s not a person babe.”

Rodrak looks more confused. “What is it?”

“It was a saying, I believe, to express joy about the birth of Jesus. It also referred to Christmas time at one point.”

Rodrak nods. “Do you want this on the tree? It is very pretty.”

“Nah. We don’t have any religious stuff on the tree, so don’t put that.”

Rodrak gently places it back in its case and puts it somewhere safe.

By the time the star is placed on the top of the tree, it’s late. The fire has dimmed and the snowfall outside is heavier than before. The cookies on the kitchen counter have cooled and just need to be put away.

Rodrak sits on the couch and watches the tree. He’s smiling at the colorful lights and various ornaments. The look on his face and the Santa hat on his head is adorable.

“So,” you ask from the kitchen entrance, “What do you think of the tree?”

Rodrak smiles and looks away from the tree. He gestures for you to sit next to him. “I think it’s pretty. I can see the appeal now.”

You lean your head against his shoulder and take his hand. “Yeah?”

“Yup. When I left my hold and moved to the city, I remember thinking how dumb Christmas trees were. You go to the mall and there are those huge ones with those huge ornaments and they look so… so gaudy. But this,” he gestures to the tree in front of you both, “I like this.”

“I like it too.”

“Honestly, I think I only like it because I did it with you.”

You look up at Rodrak and smile. “I feel the same.”

He smiles back and presses a kiss to your forehead. “What now?”

“We can do whatever we want. The cabin’s ours for a week, the tree is done, and the cookies are put away. What do you want to do?”

Rodrak looks off in thought. After a moment, he smiles and turns to you. You recognize the sparkle in his eyes and can’t help but grow hot.

“I can think of something.”

“Oh? What is it?”

“Something naughty.”

You giggle. “Naughty? Then Santa won’t leave us any gifts.”

Rodrak snorts and picks you up. “Don’t worry, he’ll get such a good show that he’ll leave us many wonderful things.”

You give him a confused look. “Show?”

Rodrak stops in the hallway leading to the bedroom. “Yeah, that song says he’s always watching. So, he’s probably going to watch us fuck.”

You laugh and smack his shoulder. “Dirty man.”

“Hey, I’m not the one watching people when they’re sleeping.”

You giggle and kiss him. Rodrak hums into the kiss and kicks the bedroom door closed, leaving the bright tree alone in the living room.

Outside the snow continues to fall and the temperature steadily drops. But that doesn’t matter, because inside the cabin is warm. There’s a pretty tree in the living room, stockings hanging above the fireplace, and home-cooked food in the fridge. In the bedroom, you’re nestled against Rodrak’s naked body. He holds you against his chest and curls himself protectively around you. The snow can fall all night or forever because inside that cabin is a world of its own.

[dancing-deacon]

In Only Seven Days

(Joe!John x Reader)

(A/N) I just want to say a huge shoutout to @rogertaylor-stole-my-heart ( @blissfully-queen )and for her writing challenge because it actually got my creative juices flowing once again! This is based off the Queen song by the same name so check it out! Also this took me forever I suck lol I wasn’t creative and was in a rut and all that. But enjoy!!

Warnings: NSFW, fluff, angst, toxic ex’s

Word Count: 4.3+k

Monday the start of my holiday

Freedom for just one week

Feels good to get away ooh

“It’s only a week, Laura, I just…need to get away,” You breathed out those heavy words, looking down at your sparkly white toenails peeking from your new strappy sandals.

“I know but, (Y/N) I’m worried. It’s only been six days. I mean, you were engaged for Christ sake. Are you sure leaving is right?” Your sisters voice pierced through the phone. Her growing concern for your actions growing with each remembrance of the past week. She had found you sobbing on the bedroom floor, the carpet drenched from your tears. The note in your hand crumpled to oblivion, she could barely make out the words scribbled in your fiancés early-morning handwriting when she pried it from your shaking fingers-

To my high-school sweetheart-

As long as we have been together, all we’ve done is grown apart. I need to find myself without you.

-Jonathon

Days following the discovery of the note Laura helped you move all your belongings into her flat. Going through yours and Jonathon’s shared apartment, laying down flat pictures from your engagement, Laura was cautious what to ask you to bring with, afraid of making you cry again. From the mere mention of his name or any nicknames you gave him broke you even more.

“I need this. I’ll be alright, I just can’t have any reminders of…” You couldn’t finish the sentence, a light ocean breeze moved through your open window, tickling your loose hairs against your neck. You tensed at the feeling, how your ex would tease your neck in the same place before you gave yourself to him. Choking back tears through a closed throat, you dropped the phone on the receiver and slammed the window shut, barely avoiding your fingertips.

The now stuffy room allowed your head to clear. Sliding into your new swimsuit, a high waist and stringy top you had tied tight to press together whatever cleavage you wanted to pretend you had. The plum- jewel tone accentuated your pale winter skin.

Crossed legged in front of the hotel’s floor length mirror you carefully makeover your face. Sure to hide the dark bags under your eyes from the tears shed the past six days, bring color to your cheeks, and restore the glow you once had that was stripped away.

Ruffling your hair as you stood up, you crack your ankles and shift your weight, accepting the view in front of you, as drained as you felt, you looked renewed on the outside. The corner of your mouth turned up lightly as you thought about how much Jonathon would have hated the way you looked at this moment, heavily made up, revealing a little too much skin to the world, and wearing a color he stated to be “not flattering to your skin tone, babe.”

Nodding to your yourself in the mirror for the message you wanted to send, you grabbed your sunglasses and bag stuffed with a bottle of tequila and headed out to forget all your troubles in Bali.

Tuesday I saw her down on the beach

I stood and watched a while

And she looked and smiled at me

John Deacon was tired. The demand of being a rock star came to be too much, early in the studio one day he scribbled a note, a note he didn’t think would change his life.

“I’ve gone to Bali.”

Twisting it between the strings of his bass, John rushed out the recording studio with his packed bag, careful to not be seen by the rest of the band. Grabbing a cab, he fled to the airport.

--

Avoiding the crowds, you perched at the end of the bar, face out towards the crowds and open ocean, the waves foaming up the beach every few seconds. You sipped your too strong drink from a tiny straw, head leaning into your hand trying to rub away the headache you were already gaining. You were miserable and alone, at least being around a people helped drag your thoughts away. Going back to your hotel was the last thing you wanted to do, you didn’t want to remember the past or be alone with your thoughts with no music to drown them out.

You really tried to mingle. But all the partiers are…kids to you. Four, five years too young for you at least. Losing count after two spilled drinks, four ass grabs, and five slurred pickup lines whispered in your ear, you had enough. You threw forty bucks down on the bar, and sat, tapping your empty glasses one after another.

--

Deaky wasn’t looking for a woman, he was looking for an escape from the drab routine of his everyday life. Minimal movements of his head occurred between gulps of his drink, far to the outer edge of the partygoers. Laid back in his chair his eyes flickered up, noticing the one person in the entirety of Bali who wasn’t looking for fun or for a hookup.

The girl on the edge of the bar, eyes hazed. Made up better than any other person on the beach, none of that could hide the look on your face and how you’re carrying a load of stories and pain. John watched you slide your fist off your cheek, head dangling off, showing clear as day how many drinks you’ve knocked back, to hinder whatever pain that was. He knew because he had experienced the same. A red blotch where your fist had pressed to your skin drew his gaze.

Your weight shifted in your seat, cracking your back from your poor posture. The cracks led to your neck, moving it to the right to get the last ache out, you see the man across the beach. His sweet eyes peeking at you, intrigued and awed by the drastic difference between you and the partiers.

You glanced away quickly, body following, not to stare at the slender man lounging, especially because he was wearing so little. A deep blue speedo. It made your stomach flutter with interest of what was underneath. For the first time in a week, you had your mind off Jonathon, you just didn’t realize it until later that night.

Downing the rest of your drink you peaked over your right shoulder back at the man, who’s now looking at the crowd, his fingers combing through his short brown locks, the silver rings tugging on loose strands. Your chin tilted back, your body wondering what it’d feel like to have those rings tugging at your locks, but not the same way, rougher.

The man glimpsed back to you, hand lowering to the edge of the deck chair. John scooted his butt backwards to sit up, his blue speedo catching on the wood and revealing a large sliver of his pale cheek. He yanked his hand up to pull the fabric back down, blushing lightly as he glanced back up just in time to see your sweet smile, followed by a playful lip bite. You couldn’t help but blush back at the man who was obviously just as out of place as you were, and not as comfortable in the current youthful party situation.

Reaching into your bag you pull out a tip for the bartender, ready to get up and speak to the mysterious man you’d been subtly flirting with. Smacking it down you launched up from your seat. The change from sitting made the number of drinks you had finally hit you. Spinning around, the crowd seemed to have grown, bodies clumping together, the flickering of the tiki torches, you lost where the man was. Reaching out to the bar, your stomach felt queasy, mouth growing warm, you knew you had to go back to the hotel before you, the older partier, made a fool of yourself. Staggering away from the beach, you didn’t know that the man was pushing through the sweaty bodies towards you, before he noticed you sprint clumsily away.

---

Wednesday I didn't see her

I hoped that she'd be back tomorrow

You could barely open your eyes, the tears you had cried since the early morning had made your face puffy and raw. The end of your hair between your head and the pillow stuck to your face, the fabric of the sheets drenched. You couldn’t tell if it was from your tears or from the night sweats from the dream.

You managed to peak through your swollen lids to see the time, barely 5 AM. Staring at the crack in the ceiling above your head you replayed your nightmare. Every detail, fresh.

The remembrance of youth when looking at Jonathon. The thrill of Friday night football games beneath the lights Looking over at his short blonde hair become tussled from the open window of his first car, driving country roads to nowhere, filing up empty time. Him taking you for the first of only a few times in your childhood home, walls still pink from when you were eight.

You were in your apartment together, the streaks of morning light streamed over your bed. Where his usual good morning face was pleasant, overjoyed to wake up next to his fiancé, that morning it hadn’t been. His face, stoic, staring up and away, not even noticing you blink awake. But the heaviness of your lids lured you back to sleep, just as he rotated to get up.

When you woke again, you were greeted by an eerie stillness. That was when you found the note, right next to your head.

Every step you took from the bed you shrunk shorter, barely reaching the doorknob Jonathon stood on the other side, tower over you, growing taller by the second. As he lifted his foot above your head, he repeated what the note said, “All we’ve done is grow apart.”

Then his foot came down.

Each night the dream repeated it was a little better than the last. You were slowly moving on. Last night, you didn’t think you were going to have it, it was only when he dozed off after waking up initially had you dreamt it. Your first dreams were filled with someone else…the man from the beach.

But between the pounding against your skull and the rolling thunder in the distance, you absolutely couldn’t find it in yourself to leave your bed.

--

John sat at the corner of the outdoor bar, the same seat your fine ass sat in the night before. He played with the condensation ring left behind from you glass. Fingering the drips into different directions, every so often a fat drop of rain leaking through the cabana roof adding to his art.

John counted those drops. One drop,

bloop, splash

Every 30 seconds.

bloop, splash

He counted three hundred seventy-four.

Bloop, splash

By the three hundred seventy-fifth, John had enough.

He wiped the water off the bar top with the sleeve of his jean jacket, standing up from the stool to stretch his legs. With the back facing the bar, he stared out at the beach, now empty compared to the night before. The heavy rain created deep pockets in the sand, a steam rising from the surface from the change in temperature.

No one had been on the beach for hours, since the first rolling of thunder in the distance. The storm got bad, quick, but John hoped you would be back.

All night only you were on his mind. Your smile left him speechless, but he didn’t even talk to you. It drove him completely mad.

Craning his neck around the beach one last time, he curled his lips in, accepting the defeat he may have lost his chance with the gorgeous girl at the bar he saw not twelve hours ago. The one he saw almost running from the bar, enveloped by the crowd, turning to dust.

John removed his sandals and scooped them up, making it easier for him to dash towards his hotel, to be alone with his thoughts of you, only hoping you would be back tomorrow.

---

And then on Thursday

My luck had changed

She stood there all alone

I went and asked her name

I never thought that this could happen to me

In only seven days

Waking up drenched from another nightmare, your vision a blur from the early sun peeking through the drapes.

You were tired. Tired of having your nights ruined by images of your ex. Tired of thinking you need approval from anyone. Tired of not having fun while single in Bali. And lastly, tired of not going up to the only man who caught your eye while on the beach.

“Fuck it,” you muttered to yourself, beelining towards your makeup. Covering the bags under your eyes you checked yourself out. Impressed by how you gave yourself the look of three extra hours of sleep.

You sat in your same spot at the bar. It was perfect for people watching on the beach, and you hoped the man would come find you again.

And he did.

Playing with your fingernails, chipping off the polish, you see a pair of long pale legs walk up out of the corner of your eye.

Glancing up, the orange sun illuminates his features, the man from the beach. His gorgeous jawline you can’t help but imagine trailing your lips along and green eyes you want to see begging for your body.

“May I buy you a drink, love?” A light smile spread across his face. You felt yourself slide your tongue across your bottom lip in response.

He shifted his face down to meet your eyes, not before taking a peek at your red lips too.

That accent was perfect. It was so uniquely him in a way you couldn’t describe, as if he had made it up himself. The sound of his voice hitting you made your knees weak.

Clearing your throat, you felt lightly embarrassed by your less cute accent. “I’d love to.” The man intertwined his fingers with yours as he led you to the end of the bar. You couldn’t help but to take a peek at his ass in a pair of colored jeans and it moved in front of you.

He pulled out the barstool for you, guiding you up to it before ordering two martinis.

Taking the full glass from the bartender, you lean into the man from the beach, your knees touching his. “Cheers.”

He raised his glass to yours, clinking them together with his cheeky grin that initially pulled you in from across the beach. “Cheers to you, um…” He shook his head, “I’m sorry I never asked your name.”

Swallowing the first sip quickly you respond, “(Y/N)”, followed by another swig of your drink.

“(Y/N),” he whispered back, as if your name was too good to be uttered by his lips. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, my name is John.”

John.

You almost choke on your drink. Slamming it on the counter you rise from your seat, snatching your bag from the countertop.

Between coughs from your drink going down the wrong pipe you manage to speak out, “Hell no, I can’t do this.”

You scurried away, only looking back once at John, his head in his hands on the bar, a look of confusion and hurt spread out through his body language.

Of all people, in all the world. The one man who you felt something for after the breakup, was named John.

---

It would take a hundred or more

For memories to fade

I wish Friday would last for ever

I held her close to me

It took approximately ten minutes of being angry to start feeling horrible for what you did to John, as you found the man’s name to be.

It wasn’t fair, to him at least. He did nothing wrong, just have an unfortunate similarity to someone who broke your heart into a thousand pieces.

Ditching him on that beach when he looked so fondly at you, and how you had looked at him the same way.

Sitting in the corner chair of your hotel room you pressed your hands into your face you pray to yourself John didn’t leave the resort yet, and that you’d be able to find him.

Popping up from your chair, you grabbed the nearest pair of sandals and decided to spend the rest of the day searching for the John that deserved the best you.

After hours of walking around, the sun was kissing the water, blue and orange streaks trailed across the sky. Tiki torches already lit in preparation of the impending party. The beach was already scattered with people, drinks in hand.

Scanning the groups, you finally see him. His short brown hair fluffed and bobbing as he laughed at some tall model type girl’s joke. A small amount of jealousy grows in your stomach, combined with worry you’ve royally fucked up.

Pushing those feelings deep down, you swallow your pride, marching over to the cute brunette.  

“John?” You asked, putting your hand on his shoulder, causing the three lean, tanned girls chatting to him to snarl at you.

John, recognizing your sweet voice turned his head towards you hand, a light smile forming across his lips. Just the fact you came back to see him the next day after last night was promising to him.

John moved his fingers up to yours, gingerly grabbing the tips and pressing them to his lips. The green of his eyes flickering, showing you his undivided attention. “Hello, (Y/N).”

A dark blush filled your cheeks at the sound of your name rolling of his accented tongue. Out of the corners of your vision you saw the girl group rolling their eyes, sauntering away to go bother another man for free drinks.

“I wanted to apologize, for last night,” you bit your lip shyly, removing your hands from John’s, embarrassed by how childish you acted. “You of all people didn’t deserve to be treated like that.”

“It’s alright, love.” John whispered above the crowd, his hot breath hitting your ear, sending a chill down your spine. “You want to tell me what I did wrong though? So I can avoid upsetting you in the future.” He gave a sweet wink at his comment, making your face turn bright red.

You pressed your hand against his chest, thumb rubbing delicate circles. “How about I make it up to your now, and tell you later?” Your voice is low, and you glanced up into John’s green eyes, a gentle smile on your face.

His fingers trailed up to your jaw line, tilting your face up towards his. “Sounds perfect, love.”

John leans in, gently pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was sweet, but eager. You wanted to explore them more and in a more private setting.

Your lips hovered over his, your breathing matches his as you manage to choke out, “John, come with me.”

The journey back to your hotel room is blurry, filled with eager touches, hungry kisses, and playful bites. Shaking as you turn your door key, your mind is filled with his name, John. This John.

Glad you were both wearing swimwear, a few string pulls and tugs later, your both naked, John hovering over you on the bed.

John swiped his first fingers over the tip of his tongue, red lips, stained from your gloss, parting slowly. You swallowed with a dry throat at the sight, mind racing at what those fingers were going to do next. Your eyes never broke from his, low and eager for all of you.

His wet fingers trail down from your bellybutton, every inch moved making your skin tremble beneath his touch. His fingertips reach your folds, already soaked beyond belief from the thought of him, the man from the beach you saw just two days ago, who you couldn’t get your mind off of.

Parting your lips, he swiped across your clit, you drew in a sharp breath at the tease, biting your lip shyly at how much of a mess you were for John already.

“You’re gorgeous,” John murmured as he moved his face lower down your body, trailing light kisses across your breasts and stomach. Stopping between your legs he glances up, seeing your head back, chest heaving. He flicks his tongue across your clit, circling the mound. Smiling as your hips buck up, begging for more.

Done with the teasing you pull him up from between your legs, rotating him off you, moving to straddle his body. Your hands roam over his hairy chest, sweat starting to bead. His shallow breaths in response to your dominance make you want him to plead for more.

Your legs straddled his waist, spreading apart further as you lowered closer to his throbbing member. His teeth dug into his lip, his insatiable eyes begging you to fuck him.

The tip of his cock is against your entrance but watching John’s face you love seeing him beg for your body. Your hands rest on his hips, holding him down and feeling him squirm in anticipation for you around him. “I need you right now, love…please.” The low growl of his voice shakes you, a heat growing deep in the pit of your stomach as you were drawn even closer to the man under you.

Lowering yourself more you gave him what he craved, your lips spreading around his tip. You take him in all at once, walls gripping his length. In unison a moan escaped from deep in your throat, a light smile creeping onto your face.

John’s hand wrapped around your wrist gently, your fingertips clutching onto his hips for dear life as you increased your speed, sliding up and down his length.

John pulled your wrists away from his hips to his hair. Sitting up he wrapped his arms around your back, tugging at the base of your hair to have access to your neck. He nips the skin at the base of your ear, followed by a sweet kiss. You moaned through your teeth, gently pulling his brown locks in response to his teasing.

“Mmm, John.” The whimpers from your mouth turned John on even more as he guides your hips up and down his cock, getting him close to the edge. His mouth sucks at your neck, creating a line of dark bruises.

You ride faster, the deep throbbing growing larger as your sweaty bodies crash together. Loud moans and grunts fill the air as you both release yourselves.

Finally riding off both your highs, you slide up from John, his hands guiding your hips towards the bed next to him, never loosing his grip from you.

Drifting off to sleep you moved your fingers slowly towards the center of the bed, where John’s hand laid. His hand sensing yours, he gently intertwined his fingers perfectly with yours, letting you know he was there for you.

You kept your eyes on the crack in the ceiling until your vision started to blur, eyelids drooping shut. That was your first of many nightmare-free sleeps. Your mind only filled with images of John Deacon.

---

I couldn't bear to leave her there

Saturday just twenty four hours

“So, when you told me your name, it ignited that…that anger and frustration towards him.” Your voice was low, calm. It surprised you how little sadness was in your words. There was almost none.

John played with your hair as he listened to you explain yourself. It was dark outside when you started your story, but early light creeped through the drapes.

Every so often you’d feel under your cheek John’s chest vibrate as he “mhm’d” and “yeah’d” to your story of the last eight years of your life. How much has changed since then, and how much had changed in the past seven days.

“I would never do that to you, love.” John’s only full comment after your story was finished, all the way up until when you met him on the beach.

“I know, John.” Was all you could say as he pressed his lips to your forehead. You couldn’t promise him the same.

Sniffling from the chilled air in the room you know you had succeeded. Your goal for this vacation was to get away, find yourself again, and move on from your heartbreak. John helped you do that, but that’s all he could help you with.

You enjoyed the lounging with him the entire day, playful tickles and butt smacked as you went up to get a drink. The casual conversation about your families and job, what music you listen to, what your guilty pleasures are at three in the morning.

But hinting in the back of your mind was the constant nagging of leaving Bali in less than 24 hours.

But you wished it would come faster. Going back to your normal life, a routine, and walking away from the man on the beach. You couldn’t admit to yourself you had used him, but you did to move on. And you feared if you spent more time with him, you’d realize how perfect he was for you. Sweet, kind, feisty, so similar to yourself. And that thought, the thought of being close to someone again…it scared you to death.

---

Oh no I'm going back home on Sunday

Ooh so sad alone

Waking up, John was eager to go with you to the airport as you had planned the moments before falling asleep in his arms the night before. The final kiss he would remember and cherish until the next time he saw you, and every time after that. But when he rolled over in bed, he was greeted with emptiness.

He sat up, rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes to see all your suitcases to be gone.

You hadn’t said goodbye.

Then his eyes fell onto it. The note placed onto the pillow, sealed with a lipstick kiss.

John had tears in his eyes as he read, reread, and memorized your letter:

John,

I never thought that this could happen to me. In only seven days, you changed me and my outlook. You gave ‘John’ a new meaning. I’ll be so sad alone.

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[pcygoldenchild]

𝑅𝐸𝒟 𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸𝒩 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 1

🚨summary: You’re a dangerous woman in the mafia who gets a rather interesting relationship with 9 equally dangerous men who fall to your feet willing to please you.

🚨warnings: NSFW, violence, anal, cunnilingus/ fellatio, dirty talk, BDSM, sexual intercouse, gang bang, masturbation...(does not pertain to all parts)

𝐹𝓇𝒾𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 6𝓅𝓂

It’s been a pretty uneventful day for you. You woke up 3 hours shy of what you were used to. Last nights events made you quite exhausted. You loved your job, but the toll you had to pay was feeling physically drained the next day. You were what people in your business called a siren. You have been in the mafia business for some time. You’ve made a name for yourself amongst those who were the most respected leaders. You yourself were the top of your field, the only woman of your skill level. Being a siren was hard but not for you. Men drooled over you and would take any chance to call you theirs. Your beauty was immeasurable. But beauty is not all that makes up a real siren. You were deadly when you needed to be. A siren in Greek mythology is known for luring in men with the sound of their songs. A siren in dirty business just used her body to lure men, almost put them under a spell. You were seductive, manipulative, sexy, dangerous and the best at it. It was no secret that even the highest mafia lords would fall to their knees for you. But that was your job and you’d be damned if someone was better than you. Red Siren is what they called you. You were one everyone wanted and feared, and you loved it.

So on days like this, the next day after a long job, you set yourself to relax. You were awaken with breakfast and a massage from your housemaids. You dismissed them afterwards, not wanting to have company. They knew these days were important and with how many you had, they knew the schedule. Sleep in, eat, relax. But today you had other priorities. You had to plan out your night and that would take all day. Which is why you are here now. 6pm and still trying to figure out what to wear.

Tonight was a big night for many reasons. One, you were going to be meeting with every mafia lord in the three biggest cities. This meant you and 15 powerful men would be spending the night together to speak business. This was an annual event and since you have only just become a free agent, this would be your second metting. Two, 9 of those men were EXO and even though this was only your second time meeting them, you had to admit you have a thing for them.

It’s no secret that these men were the most handsome killers out there. But you were skeptical at first. How handsome could they be? You were always curious, part of you wanting to have one of them as a case. But you were never granted the opportunity; they were too high up and respected for you to need to work against them. When you did finally get to meet them at this exact same meeting last year, you understood the hype. They were beautiful; beautiful enough to make you wet and bothered in their presence and that’s very hard for many to do. They were dominating and feared; two things that absolutely drove you crazy. So you’ve been looking forward to seeing them again but it’s been a year and this night needed to go as planned.

The plan was for you to fuck at least one of them. You were sure you’d catch all of their attention just as you did last time. But this time you wanted more than just their starving looks and light touches. This time you wanted them to use you. All you do everyday is bring men to their knees, make them beg, make them vulnerable. This time, you wanted to be used, beg, be their fuck toy. And who better to do that than the most feared men in the city. Something about their scary demeanor made you weak. You’ve dealt with some high ranked scum but even they would coo at you the minute you looked at them. EXO had a different look in their eyes when you saw them. They looked like they’d fuck you until you passed out. That was something you needed to experience, with one or all 9.

You were pacing back in forth in your walk in closet in just your lingerie and garter belt. There were dresses all over the floor, all rejects. You needed something eye catching that hugged your body just right, a suit wouldn’t cut it tonight. Then a light switch flipped in your head. Your last boss before you were promoted to becoming independent gifted you a dress. It was custom made from Paris and you’ve never worn it; never having an occasion to. It was was simple but extravagant. Red silk with diamond spaghetti shoulder straps. It stoped just below your ass, high on your thigh but not too short to flash too much. The back was completely exposed showing the indent right before your asscrack. It drapped on your chest so that if you bent forward a clear shot of side boob was visable. It was a very dangerous dress but it was perfect for you. No one else could pull something this revealing off.

You decided to get ready even though it was only 7pm and the dinner meeting wasn’t until 9. You’d rather take your time and make sure you look perfect for what you want to do. You set to doing your makeup first. You went for a dark look, light on the eyeshadow but enough to call it smokey. This look always brought out the color of your eyes. A slight red tinted lip and lipgloss on top; your lips always drew them in. Next was your hair. You curled loose locks to make slight waves and then pulled your hair into a loose mermaid braid letting hairs fall out. Men love to see a women’s neck and collar bones. You put in diamond stud earrings and left your neck bare; the diamond straps of the dress more than enough. You realized that you’d rather go naked under the dress to give the full effect.

You stepped into your closet again and stripped of your lingerie standing naked in front of your mirror. You had such a great body. Your waist going in to excentuate your hips, long legs with a RS tattooed on your left ankle, nice perky boobs and round ass. You could already see the marks you would have if the night went as planned. You took in one last look and started to get dressed. You went for a diamond thigh garter, that sat just below the hem of your dress, since you wouldn’t be wearing a garter belt anymore. Once the dress was on, you couldn’t help but bite your lip at the sight of yourself. This dress made every detail pop out. From the curve of your breast to the dip inbeteeen your ass cheeks. Your nipples were hard and stood very obvious against the silk. There was no way EXO wouldn’t be fucking you into tomorrow in this. You slipped on a pair of sparkly Louboutins and you were complete. You had about 30 minutes to spare before you needed to head out to the location. But since you were ready, you couldn’t wait. You called your driver and headed out. This was going to be a fun night.

(Part 1 of RED SIREN! Hope you enjoyed and stay tuned for the next parts. I’m excited for this story to finally be out.)

[inadaze4ever]

Satisfied - Sanders Sides AU - Parts 4-5

It’s been 5 months and I’m finally updating this lol

Parts 1-3: https://amber-daze.tumblr.com/post/176568470119/satisfied-sanders-sides-au-fic-parts-1-3

Summary: After the events of the Winter’s Ball, Virgil and Roman haven’t been totally away from each other. Until now, when Roman wants to propose to Patton.

Pairings:  Prinxiety, Royality, (Past) Logince, Analogical

Warnings/triggers: (Chapter 4) Cheating, homophobic family mention (Chapter 5) panic attack, small injury (bruise), drinking mention, clubbing, mention of sexual harassment/assault (in general, not involving any characters),  homophobic family mention let me know if I missed something!

Word Count: (Part 4) 906, (Part 4.5) 251 (Part 5) 1592

Tag list: @olivey-oily @dailyanalogicaldoodle @kenapiece-main@dailypattondoodle @dailyvirgildoodle @fandersfic-prinxiety@fandersfic-virgil @fandersfic-roman @fandersfic-royality @fandersfic-patton

Chapter 4

Virgil smiled whenever Patton rambled on about Roman. Whether it be Prince’s latest role onstage or some mundane everyday thing, Patton talked about it in the brightest colors. Roman’s cocky smile and flirtatious eyes flashed before Virgil everytime, echoed by his soft, deep voice that sent shivers down Virgil’s spine and lured him into the ocean depths. Patton was teasing Virgil, tempting him to steal back what he’d found. But Virgil kept smiling, entertained by the visions of another reality—but letting Patton have it for himself.

Today was a day the Virgil always looked forward too. Usually, when Patton and Roman were together, they were on a date or just hanging out in public. But once in a while, Patton could convince his boyfriend to come over for a movie night. Virgil had just finished his eyeliner when the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it!” He called.

He rushed down the stairs, his long skirt billowing. His socked feet spun across the polished wood floor, and with a quick movement of the wrist, there was Roman—the real thing, not a ghost of what could’ve been. Virgil felt delicate hands on his wrists, and he was pulled out onto their small porch. A fall breeze barely tinted with warmth reminded Virgil of how long this had been going on. Eight months. Only eight months since that Winter’s Ball.

“Virgil…” Roman whispered in his ear, after nipping at it.

He tried not to melt against the wall, “Ro…”

Roman’s hands moved from his arms to his waist. Now free, Virgil’s hands migrated to Roman’s hair. Their eyes met, Roman’s ever-burning fire threatening to consume Virgil. Roman leaned in as he always did, knowing Virgil hated making the first move. Their mouths knew each other enough, but yet their lips were desperate. A few moments had passed and they stopped, Roman struggling to meet Virgil’s gaze.

“Virgil…” He repeated, this time a bit more pleading.

Well, that can’t mean anything good, Virgil thought, pushing Roman off of him, but still grasping both his hands, “Yeah?”

Roman was still staring at here the door frame met the porch, “We—we can’t keep doing this.” He shook his head, the places where Virgil’s hand had left a mess falling back into place. Roman’s eyes looked at Virgil again. No longer were they full of fire, but with a small, flickering flame. “I want to propose to Patton.”

Virgil’s grip on Roman’s hands—on the world—loosened. He had known that this was coming. Hell, he had been surprised when they hadn’t gotten married two weeks after they’d met, but still. Maybe he had been ignoring the signs, Roman asking what Patton’s ring size was, Patton asking their parents when they wanted to meet Roman and such. Virgil had hoped, perhaps naively, that Patton would’ve told him and been the one to propose, thus giving Virgil time to distance himself. Alas, he’d forgotten that Patton shared his own sense of hesitation and that Roman was much more impulsive and—as his name implied—the more romantic one. Yes, Patton often surprised his boyfriend with how much of an amazing gift giver he was, but Roman had a flair for the dramatic, extravagant planned gestures. Virgil rejoined reality and sighed, knowing that he couldn’t take back what he’d given up those million years ago.

Fully letting go of Roman’s hands, and immediately missing the warmth, Virgil looked him in the eye, “You have my blessing.” His resignation was palpable, but so was Roman’s.

Roman gently took Virgil’s hand and kissed it one last time, “Thank you.”

“No problem.” Both he and Roman knew that was a lie. “Now,” He took his hand back, and folded it in front of him, “Do you have a ring?”

“Oh!” Romans face lit up, and Virgil knew he had made the right choice. Roman reached into his jacket and pulled out a black box. Roman took the delicate, yet still sizable, ring out and placed it on Virgil’s finger. He smirked at Virgil’s glare, but Virgil ignored him and studied the piece. As he shifted his hand, light refracted in the glimmering stone, casting dazzling rainbows across the walls.

Virgil tried to ignore his screaming heart. The stone was definitely genuine diamond, because Roman would not go for anything less. The same logic lead to the conclusion that it was most likely also twenty-four karat white gold. The cut and design was rather simple and generic, just a brilliant heart cut that was maybe two karats with two smaller round brilliant cut diamonds on either side. It was very beautiful, and very Roman. “It’s a nice ring, but you didn’t have to go all out, Patton would take a ring pop.” Virgil handed the ring back to Roman.

“I know, but this is my family’s, and they…” He ran his hand through his hair, “they don’t accept me. But they know it would be good for them if I marry Patton. So they’re comprising and said that if I used the family ring and he said yes, they’d be okay having a—y’know—in the family.”  

Virgil didn’t know how to respond. Roman didn’t talk about his family much as to not worry Patton, but Virgil had heard countless rants about them. He cleared his throat, “Want to go inside? Patton’s waiting.”

“Oh, right. Yeah,” Roman swung the door open, bowing, “Ladies first.”

Virgil curtsied, knowing that this would be the last time.

Chapter 4.5

Patton squealed, the ring was so pretty and sparkly! But Roman shouldn’t have gone all out, a ring pop would’ve done, he knew that Roman loved him. “Roman…” Tears welled up, “ YES! I… but—you didn’t have to spend so much…”

Roman kissed his newly bejeweled hand, “It was nothing, love.”

He looked at Virgil, who had an amused smile on his face, or at least Patton thought that’s what it was. He was really good at telling people’s emotions; but Virgil had always been difficult to read, even when they were kids.

A sudden ding! interrupted the sweet moment. “The cookies are done!” Patton exclaimed, his worries slipping away as the warm scent of melted chocolate wafted throughout the room.

“Let me get that for you, Pat.” Virgil said, walking to the kitchen, “I’ll let you two talk for a minute.”

Patton hugged him, “Thanks, Virge.”

He smirked, “Just don’t expect me to leave any for you two.”

“Aww…” Patton said as Virgil left.

Roman put his arm around him. “So, dresses or suits?”

“Hm,” Patton leaned into his shoulder, “I’ll ask Virgil what would look best.”

Patton giggled as Roman softly kissed his forehead. Then again, and soon Patton was being covered in kisses. Roman picked him up bridal-style, spun him, and they moved to the chair. Patton curled up on Roman’s lap like a cat, his head on Roman’s chest. Roman gingerly put his lips to Patton’s ear, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Ro.”

Chapter 5

Virgil winced as the gooey chocolate singed his tongue. What a metaphor for today, he thought dryly. He absentmindedly glanced at the package of chocolate chips; it read “bittersweet cocoa”. Yep, the cookies were definitely mocking him.

It was hard to be mad at Roman or Patton as he watched them be goofy idiots in love through the little outlook in the kitchen. They were just as in love as they had been since the beginning, which was impressive because so many relationships died after six to eight months. The brain would build up a tolerance to the endorphins after about that time, and the partners would take that to mean they had “fallen out of love” because they didn’t get the same rush of puppy love. Or, at least that’s what Virgil had learned in one of his classes. He’d never been in an actual relationship long enough to test it—his little tryst with Roman didn’t really count.

Virgil put the rest of the cookies in a container. Heading upstairs he called to Roman and Patton, “I’m going out tonight. You two have fun—but not too much.” He could hear Roman’s sputtering all the way to his room, but he didn’t really care.

Virgil could barely think. Out, the word echoed around his mind. I need to get out of here, he managed to form a complete thought. His swishy skirt felt odd and uncomfortable. He threw open his closet, shoving the dresses and skirts to the side and focusing on his “normal” clothes.

It had been a while since he’d gone to a club. Yeah, clubbing sounded fun. Virgil shook his head, trying to focus on what to wear, he needed to get out of this skirt. He threw black ripped jeans and a flurry of shirts onto his bed. Virgil surveyed the options before grabbing a grey tee with some sort of circle design on it. He put it back into the pile, suddenly unsure of what he was doing.

The walls of his room seemed to close in. His vision went blurry, static black dots consuming his eyes. The desperate gasps of air he was making sounded muffled, like he was underwater. Pressure built, he couldn’t breathe or think or see. His arms flailed as he tried to grab something, anything. His hand hit solid wood, sending a jolt down his nerves and clearing his mind enough for him to realize what was happening. Breathe. He commanded himself. In, one, two, three, four. Hold. One, two, three, four, five. Out. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

He repeated the breathing exercise for a few minutes until he could see and think again. It had been a while since he’d had a panic attack that bad—almost eight months.

Virgil sighed and pulled himself off the floor, wincing when he put pressure on the soft part of his hand. A bruise had already begun to form. He ignored the sharpness and grabbed some tight, torn, black jeans from the mess on his bed. He often shifted between feeling more comfortable in “masculine” clothing and “feminine” clothing, but he was feeling an odd rush back to his punk/emo days. He would go out to clubs that either didn’t care about age or that he could bribe and when he walked in, he was anyone. Even though the crowds were crushing and he couldn’t breathe, he had always felt weightless. And that wasn’t to mean he was drunk or high, he’d barely sip on beer before joining the throng, it was just everything and nothing. Virgil couldn’t remember anything too interesting or specific about those times, yet images or him making out with guys, sometimes girls (although those weren’t ever as fun), and even some non-binary people played in his mind. Eventually, his parents found out, but they only wanted him to be safe and set a good example for Patton. Not that Patton needed it.

He paired a nice grey t-shirt with a faded band logo with the jeans, and grabbed the leather, almost moto-style, jacket that he used to always wear. He smudged his eyeliner a bit and put on a simple earing from his dresser. Virgil looked in the mirror, feeling a lot more comfortable now.

Almost like someone completely different.

Virgil walked back into the living room, knowing he wouldn’t be able to avoid seeing Roman and Patton again. Patton was practically on his lap, giggling. And their parents had thought Virgil was the one to worry about.

“Woah, someone took a trip back to 2007,” Roman said, not totally unflirtatiously.

Virgil fiddled with the chain on his belt loop, “That’s what I was going for.” He snatched his keys from the hook by the door.

“Be safe, V!” Patton called.

“Alright. Love ya, Pat. Roman.”

Virgil practically ran to his car, and soon enough “I Write Sins Not Tragedies” was blaring from his speakers. He pulled into the parking lot of the nearest club, showed his ID and danced.

Dancing was Virgil’s favorite thing to do. It didn’t matter if it was waltzing at a ball, spinning in a choreographed rhythm on a stage, or grinding at a club. It didn’t matter if he was alone or in a mosh pit. It was his scene.

Ugh, Patton’s puns were rubbing off on him.

The thing with dancing was, for Virgil, it was ethereal. Time passed completely differently. Not in minutes or hours, but in melodies and beats. He had no idea what time it was when he sat down at the bar to catch a breath.

“Do you want a drink?” The bartender asked.

Virgil waved his hand dismissively, ‘I don’t drink, but thank you.”

The bartender laughed. There was something about it that Virgil couldn’t describe. It was like flowers growing through concrete. “You are one of the smarter ones then—and I do not call people that lightly. I hate watching as men, although they hardly act like it, get a girl intoxicated to take advantage of them. It is disgusting, but it comes with the job and the best I can do is call an Uber for the poor girl after he pushes too far.” He sighed, and pushed up his glasses. “I clean up more than broken bottles.”

“People suck.” Virgil agreed. “Why do you work here then?”

“I do not know, to be honest. I do not need the money, my family has wealth enough even if I did not have a scholarship. I just needed something to do with other humans, but social conventions have never been my preferred way to socialize. I have been trained in them since I was young and, quite frankly, they bore me.”

“I feel ya. Although for me they’re more stressful than anything. But sometimes I can look at it like a game, and it can be amusing.” Virgil wondered who this guy was, if he was wealthy too then he might know this mysterious stranger.

The bartender smiled. “That is true. People are mind-boggling yet so easy to predict.”

“What’s your name?” “Logan.” He paused for a second. “Crofters.”

Ah, the Crofters family. They owned several brands, including a jelly brand. They were even more successful than Virgil’s family, but Virgil didn’t know they had an heir his age.

“I’m Virgil Sanders.”

“Sanders, really? What brings you here? I’m sure you could’ve chosen any amount of balls or celebrity parties to attend.” Logan’s voice was teasing. It almost sounded like Roman’s.

“I decided to let my brother and his new fianceé have a night away from me.” He replied, knowing that the headlines would be out within the next week.

“I was not aware that you had a brother.”

“Many people aren’t, for some reason. He’s adopted and only a year younger than me. I’m surprised there hasn’t been much gossip since he’s Roman Prince’s boyfriend. Well, now fianceé.”

“I’m surprised I didn’t hear that either. Our families have a long past. And so do him and me.”

Virgil paused, remembering something that Roman had told him. “Wait, were you his first boyfriend? The one that he got caught with by his family and why they almost disowned him?”

“Yes, and, unfortunately, yes. It was not my fault that he decided to be careless when I pleaded with him to be more careful. Afterward, he refused to contact me even after I apologized. And I know it wasn’t on his parents’ orders, either.” Logan looked away from Virgil. “Is he okay?”

Virgil was silent a moment, carefully choosing his words, “He’s… He’s grown, I think, since that. He’s rash, and very grandiose, but he knows when he’s made a mistake, and he will try to fix it. He’s getting better at slowing down before he crashes.” Like stopping our… our thing before proposing to Patton.

The tiniest bit of sadness, but also relief, entered Logan’s voice. It was like a taut rope. “I am glad to hear that.”

Virgil looked at his phone, it read 1:00 am. Patton would either be asleep or awake watching Disney movies with Roman.

“Would you… would you like to exchange phone numbers?” Logan asked.

“Oh, yeah, sure.” Virgil looked at him with a smile.

As Virgil drove back home, he felt oddly peaceful. He checked on Patton, who was curled up in a ball in his bed and had one thought before falling asleep himself. Maybe this isn’t the end of my world after all. Maybe it’s a new world, And it’s beautiful.

[specialmindz]

“NYEH HEE HEE!”

“you having fun bro?”

“Yeah...you’s so nice to da’ baby Snas, I loves you good...” The baby bones continued to giggle happily while Flowey glared at him from the air vent.

“WHY do you have to say it like that? Can’t you say ‘I love you’ like a normal person? Why do you have to talk like baby Gollum?”

“You be ki-et tricksy flower! I’s dancing wit mah precious!”

“heh heh ha ha ha!”

Rolling his eyes, Flowey reached down with a vine and scooped up a nearby book. He couldn’t see what book he had, but it didn’t really matter; he had read all the books in the Nursery a thousand times already.

I wish I could leave the lab whenever I wanted, but I’m pretty sure I’ll burn up if I try to cross Hotland without Smiley.

The Lab entrance may have been only a few steps away from Waterfall, but the temperatures were still dangerous for plant life, and with no crystals to power the air purifiers in the Underground, Hotland had become even MORE deadly. The toxic gases from the volcanic activity had resulted in an increase of sick monsters; so much so, that the Medical Ward had to be expanded to accommodate them all.

Things are getting so bad down here...is Dad’s kingdom gonna fall? We have no power, no air, no jobs, no technology...

“Must be nice being a big stupid baby with no problems or responsibilities whatsoever.”

“Nyeh?” Papyrus looked at him quizzically. “What chu talkin’ bout’ Dirt-butt? I gots problems, BABY problems...”

“Oh yeah? What’s wrong? Did you run out of toys to break? New things to slobber all over?”

The baby bones crawled over to his toybox and reached inside, pulling out a box of crayons. “See here Dirt-butt? See these crayow-ns?” He turned the box upside down.

CLACK, CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK!

“nice pap.”

“They were pointy and nice once, but now they all flat and broked. Is real sad...”

“So?”

“So I can’t draw wit them good no more! I try and I try, but da’ paper get in the way and I gots to peel it off allll da’ time now.”

“Oh you poor poor thing,” said Flowey turning a page.

“Yeah...the broked ones confuse the baby, cause’ I doesn’t know all my colors yet and I thinks one of the two or-an-ges be red orange and it mess up my drawing!”

“I’m gonna start crying any minute.”

Spoiled little-

“Aw, don’t cry Dirt-butt! Snas gonna get me new cuhweres.”

“i’m getting you new colors?” Sans raised a brow. “and when exactly did i say that?”

“Just now Smiley. You’re soooo nice! Isn’t he the BEST Pappy?”

The baby nodded, smiling. “Yep! My big Buther treat me nice, even if he don’t wash my butt.”

“...What?”

“you can wash your own butt, and you can pick up all these crayons now too.”

“Nope. Can’t. I’s just a baby, so my hand-eye coooord-nation’s not good yet.” Papyrus picked up a crayon and promptly dropped it on the floor to illustrate his point.

“that was nowhere near the box.”

“I know, cause’ I’s a baby.”

“you didn’t even LOOK at it.”

“Cause’ I doesn’t know where it is. I don’t gots da’ object per-me-nance. Dat box is gone forever...”

“pick up your crayons papyrus.”

CA-CACK!

Flowey dropped the book he was reading down from the air vent and onto the floor nonchalant. It was obvious Papyrus was trolling, at least, it was obvious to him, but apparently Sans wasn’t catching on.

“I pick uuup...dis crayow-n.”

“noooo, you’ll pick up ALL of your crayons-”

“I pick up dis crayow-n and I draws on da’ wall.”

“and i’ll bust your little ass. DROP IT.”

“I’ll drop it when I’s done wit the wall-”

“PAPYRUS!”

“Would you be quiet Smiley? You’re giving him what he wants.”

“he wants me to yell at him?”

“He wants your ATTENTION-”

CACK, CACK CACK! 

“bro!”

“NYEH! Nnnnyeh!” Papyrus grabbed a handful of crayons and threw them at the air vent.

CACK CA-CACK CACK CACK!

“Yeah, way to break more of your crayons genius.”

“Nyeh hee hee hee! NYEH!”

CACK!

Sans sighed upon looking at the mess his brother was currently making. NOW he had to not only fit all the crayons in the box one by one (which he hated), but also FIND them all. His baby brother didn’t have a lot of toys, but he made up for it with how many pieces they were in; it would take forever to rummage through the colorful array of broken doll limbs, legos, puzzle pieces, drawings, and fluff from his torn up stuffed animals…

“why do you do these things pap? you know there are monsters out there that don’t have a single toy to play with and here you are breaking all of yours. you think that’s right?”

“Nyeh? Baby earned those toys! I’s da’ one dat go looking for them at the Dump and stuff! Those other babies can kiss my tiny hiney, is not MY fault they don’t search for stuffs like I do; they lazy as hell!”

“Um news flash brat, most babies don’t walk OR talk,” said Flowey frowning. “We just happen to be very unlucky with you.”

“So? They gots big buthers and sissies to do it for them. All they gots to do is cry and the bigger babies probly think ‘aww, my poor widdle buther/sister don’t gots any toys to pay wit. I should go out and get some for them cause’ they’re cute.’

“i’ve never thought that in my life, also, ‘bigger babies?’ i’m not a baby pap.”

“Nyeh heh heh, yes you are silly baby! You’s just fat and smart like me!”

“no really-“

“Except for da’ fat part.”

“…no really, I’m not a baby anymore.”

Friggen’  brat.

“Hm?” Papyrus looked at him with confusion. “But you smells like a baby…”

“because i’m always carrying you.”

“…And you’s bald like a baby…”

“because i’m a skeleton. dad’s bald too bro.”

“Yeah, but dat’s cause’ he old. Old peoples don’t gots hair Snas, erybody knows dat! Besides, you also cry like a baby and you pay baby games wit me.” 

“i don’t cry like a baby!” 

“Yes you do. You’s in denial big Buther. Ya’ gots to embrace da’ cute!”

Flowey picked up another book feeling slightly odd. It had always been quiet in HIS household. His mother and father spent most of their time reading, as did Chara who wasn’t a big talker to begin with, and that left Flowey with no one to really talk to. 

NOW all I want is for people to shut the hell up. Papyrus is so chatty...is he still talking?

He looked down between the slides in the air vent to see that the baby was, in fact, still causing problems.

“Is dat why you eat so much? You trying to get big faster Snas?”

“i’m not fat!”

“You racing baby to the sparklies? You’s trying to get there first?”

“shut up papyrus!”

“Uh oh! Looks like the baby’s cranky Pappy,” said Flowey suppressing a laugh. “You better stop or he’ll start crying again.”

“Nyeh? You cranky Snas?”

“NO!”

“You needs me to wash yo’ butt?”

“i need you to pick up these crayons!”

CA-THUMP!

Suddenly the door to the Nursery flew open with such force that the doorknob slammed into the wall. “Sans, could you PLEASE be quiet?! I’m in the middle of researching something very important and I don’t need another demon baby making noise! Really, I expected this sort of thing out of Papyrus, not from you!”

“HE WON’T PICK UP HIS CRAYONS DAD!”

“I don’t care! I’m very busy trying to save the Underground and I don’t have time for your childish nonsense!” And with that, the irate scientist turned to leave...only to find that a baby bones was now attached to his leg.

“Get off. My. LEG.”

“Kay’, but first you gotta tell Snas he a baby,” said Papyrus smiling at nothing.

“Why? So you two can argue some more? STOP CHEWING ON MY PANTS PAPYRUS!”

“Mamph...no.”

Gaster shook his leg furiously, unable to simply pry him off due to the amount of papers he was holding. “SANS! GET YOUR BROTHER BEFORE I THROW HIM ACROSS THE ROOM!”

“*sigh* alright, c’mere baby bro...”

“NYEH! NO!” Papyrus kicked his own leg at Sans as his older sibling came near, arms held out to pick him up. “Go way Snas, dis Pappy and Daddy time!”

“Noooo, this is the time to let go before you wind up in an orphanage!”

Not that anyone would take you. I’d probably be sued for emotional distress.

Ignoring his family, Papyrus snuggled up to his father’s leg, hoping to go for a ride. If he held on long enough, Sans and Gaster would eventually give up; that’s what they usually did anyway. 

“WHY do these three always have to fight? It was never this loud in MY family...” Flowey rubbed his temple with a vine, trying to will away a headache and keep himself from yelling. It was one thing if Papyrus found who he was, but it was altogether another if GASTER knew. He would no doubt be experimented on even if he DIDN’T know he was the prince, as there were no talking flowers in the Underground. 

In truth Flowey was taking a big risk even whispering to himself the way he was. Monsters these days that were sent to the Medical Ward were being reported as “deceased” later on, and he knew exactly why.

They were being drained of their magic.

In order to conduct power for the Underground, Gaster had turned to extracting magic from his patients. He planned to somehow convert it into electricity without the use of a crystal, but that meant he needed a large source of magic to experiment with and no one who knew about Papyrus and the rumors surrounding the lab would volunteer. It’s not like Flowey BLAMED them, or Gaster for that matter, but he wouldn’t want to be in their shoes either.

If this nerd isn’t using money as a lure, then he must not be getting paid as much as he used to. I guess since the royal guard is such trash, people are turning to crime rather than trying to find a job or whatever. That probably means they’re not paying their taxes too. No taxes means no money for Jibber-Jabber over here, and THAT means more dead monsters.

“Fools. They cause their own destruction.”

“Hm? What was that?” Gaster looked around the room, hearing a voice echo from somewhere.

OH CRAP!

The tiny plant put a leaf over his mouth, not trusting himself not to blurt out another sentence. 

DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT! 

HE’S GONNA FIND ME!

HE”S GONNA FIND ME!

WHY DID I HAVE TO RUN MY BIG STUPID MOUTH?!

“Nyeh heh heh heh! Weeee!” The baby bones laughed happily as Gaster began looking around the Nursery. 

He had definitely heard a voice.

Didn’t Sans say something about hearing voices...?  

“Whoever’s in here, come out. You’re violating the law. This area is off-limits to the public.”

Screw you nerd! I’m not stupid. Go back to whatever rock you crawled off of!

“he’s not gonna come out dad.”

DAMNIT SMILEY!

“he sometimes does, but mostly he stays in the air vent to avoid Papyrus.”

OH MY GOD I HATE YOU!

“Well your little friend just earned himself a trip to the Medical Ward.”

“huh? but he’s not si-DAD!” Sans cried out in horror as he watched his father turn the thermostat up.

“wait, stop! you’ll burn him!”

“He’s a criminal Sans. I gave him a chance to come out and he refused.”

“that doesn’t mean you can just kill him! TURN IT OFF!”

“Nnn..nyeh...? Snas?”

The kid comedian jumped for the thermostat, but came up short. “TURN IT OFF DAD! THIS ISN’T FUNNY!!” 

“Trespassing is not a joke child-”

“PAPYRUS MAKE HIM TURN IT OFF!!!”

“Hmph! As if that infant has any pow-” 

“Turn it off.”

“Hm?” Looking down, Gaster was greeted with a very annoyed baby, his eyes glowing a bright angry orange. “And why should I?” asked the scientist adjusting his weight. 

These papers are getting heavy...

“Cause’ I got your leg douche canoe. Turn it off or face baby’s wrath.”

“Psh, I am NOT scared of yo-AH!”

CROOSH!

Gaster yelped as the infant sunk his teeth into his leg causing him to drop his paperwork all over the floor.

“YOU LITTLE-RUH!”

“NYEHHHHHHHH!”

With an unexpected kick, Papyrus went flying across the room luckily landing in his brother’s arms.

“UHG, GOTCHA!”

 “Snas...”

“you freaking jerk! you can’t just kick a baby!”

“I didn’t kick him, I threw him off. I can do whatever I wish anyway, because I’M an adult!”

“YOU AH-BOOZE DA’ BABY!” 

“I didn’t kick you!”

“I’S TELLIN’ FLUFFY BUNS!”

“Fluffy what?”

“AH! MOTHER-FUCKER! WHO THE HELL TURNED ON THE THERMOSTAT?!” Flowey quickly stood upon the book he was reading to spare his roots from the metal flooring he had been previously on. “YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY YOU PSYCHOPATH?! WAIT TILL EVERYONE HEARS ABOUT WHAT YOU’RE DOING TO THESE MONSTERS! I’M TELLING THE KING, I’M TELLING YOU’RE ASSISTANTS, I’M TELLING YOUR MOTHER!” He blew on his roots to dull the pain he was in, glaring daggers at the scientist.

“I’m calling YOUR mother. What’s your phone number child?” asked Gaster getting out his phone.

“My number? Oh sure thing, I’m REALLY gonna give some CREEP MY phone number. GO BACK TO YOUR TORTURE ROOM AND LEAVE ME ALONE!”

“torture room...? what’s he talking about dad?”

“I’M TALKING ABOUT ALL THE SICK MONSTERS HE’S DRAINING MAGIC FROM TO FUEL HIS STUPID MACHINES!” yelled Flowey angrily. It probably wasn’t too good an idea to be spouting everything he knew about the royal scientist’s experiments, but he was already caught so…

If I’m going down, I’m taking him with me. EVERYbody’s gonna know about his crap! I don’t care HOW pissed this nerd gets!

And pissed he was. If he had spent more time exercising, Gaster would have no doubt crushed his phone he was squeezing it so hard. 

It would be difficult to make a healthy child disappear, as children were considered the Undergrounds second brightest hope. Parents all over were training them young in the ways of magic, praying that one day the combined strength of their little ones would one day be enough to break the barrier the parents had foolishly put up. If ANY child went missing, it was a big deal and the punishment was nothing to scoff at.

Grrah! I want this cretin DEAD, but his parents would go on a witch hunt looking for him and I’m already looking suspicious.

…

Then again, Sans said he was hearing this brat’s voice some time ago. How long has he been away from home I wonder? Do his parents even care that he’s gone? I’ve not heard word of any missing children as of late...

“How old are you, err…”

“Dirt-butt.”

“D-Dirt-butt. Right. How old are you Dirt-butt?”

“Nyeh hee hee hee hee!”

“Who cares?” replied Flowey stubbornly. “Why don’t you get lost idiot? I’m not looking to be friends with a murderer. I have a rep to think about, and every moment I’m seen talking to a nerd like you, damages it.”

“So you’re popular then?”

Damn.

“Of course I’m popular! I know everyone in the Underground and they ALL love me! I’m the cutest…fl-uh…flame elemental in the world.”

“You’re a flame elemental?”

“Y-Yeah?”

“A flame elemental who hates heat?”

“…”

“…”

“…Yes.”

There was a long pause before the scientist finally left the room with a sigh, not bothering to pick up his papers. Whoever this was obviously had no intention of telling him the truth.

I REALLY hope this little menace is a runaway, otherwise he could ruin everything. He won’t go to the public if he’s hiding from his parents, but if I’m wrong…

CA-THUNK!

“HA HA! SUCK IT NERD! I’m NOT a flame elemental and my name ISN’T Dirt-butt! HA HA HA HA HA HA!”

Score one for Flowey the Genius, ohhhh yeah!

C-CICK!

Papyrus gave Flowey a thumbs up whilst munching on a crayon. “Ho-way for Dir-butt!”

“...”

[davyruiz]

Effulgent Creatures

I stood with my back against the wooden cutout of our alien mascot and I could hear the distant traveler taunt me over the sounds of lost souls shuffling through the arena. There was a part of me that knew the laser-tag armor was just plastic but I didn't care. What was real anymore? Everything began to suck the moment that band and its singer came to town.

Me and QT worked at Retro Cosmos Fun Zone, a large laser-tag and indoor mini golf place for kids and adults. We mostly host parties and rarely is the place empty. For the tiny town of Cardinal Creek, it was the only other hangout aside from the mall. Otherwise you would have to travel out of town to find entertainment. I moved to the mountain town when I was 16 and I never looked back.

QT was a manager and I ran security. Even for a glorified space play place, you could never be too safe. We used to have animatronics but after too many incidents and vomit clean ups, we removed them. Now the stage hosts live entertainment. That's where we saw them perform. Effulgent Creatures. They were a flashy retrowave band that was asked to perform for a graduation party. I don't know if it was the alcohol or their music but something made that group intoxicated and crazed.

QT was enamored. He loved the new sound and the saxophone was enchanting. The lead singer was called Medusa and they sang like an otherworldly being. I too enjoyed the show but something felt off. We were told to host the party after close which was not too bizarre but I was told the band requested it. They didn't want to perform for anyone other than the party goers and workers.

It was played off as normal and explained away as not wanting to perform for free for others. QT bought it but I was not convinced. Medusa was so alluring and the music had a way of making you feel transported. I know we worked in an 80s style entertainment place but it suddenly felt like we were back in that time. It truly felt like we were transported to another place entirely.

Our cute alien Gigi Blu and their human comrade Ultra Spark fit right in and suddenly the place felt alive with new energy. Just as quickly as things changed, they changed once again. It did not feel so welcoming. The music played and I suddenly felt drained. I looked around at the crowded party room and everyone looked withered. Smiling and joyous but dried like corpses. I turned to Quinlan and they began to change.

I pulled them from the room but just as we made it towards the doors, QT was grabbed. The crowd turned on us and took Quin away. They knew I couldn't leave. I tried to call for help but nothing worked, not even slamming the locked doors to make noise. Like I said, it was like we were in a different place and time. No longer in Cardinal Creek.

At first the party goers kind of mumbled about. The Effulgent Creatures slowly took control. Medusa gave commands over the loudspeaker, taunting me as I snuck to the security office. I could hear Quin in the background. Met him the day I moved into town and I couldn't think of leaving them behind. Not in that moment and any moment after. I had to try and save him.

After I suited up with the vibrant green and gray armor, I grabbed some mace and my nightstick. I did not know what was waiting for me outside my security office. I would have grabbed more mace if I knew. The creatures lured me to the Meteor Tunnels, the place that connected the lazer-tag arena and neon golf course through colorful plastic tubes.

High above the entire entertainment zone, I searched for QT. The bubbles on the tubes let me see out over the different arena spaces and odd golf obstructions. I could also see the party goers shift and rock like living mannequins. After taking out a few of the aggressive partiers, I searched the thirteen hole golf course first.

I only found Gorgon the drummer and Minotaur the bassist. It was clear I was not going back out the way I had entered. I was stuck between the two massive musicians who wore bizarre garb. Neon and sparkly, like something out of a retro music video. I tried to run but Gorgon grabbed me. It was the first two punches that really got me.

They fought me and tossed me around like a beloved chew toy. Both remarked they wanted to keep me alive for Medusa as they launched me into the plaster castles and thin wood characters. A crashed ship was the final hole and Gorgon flipped me over the silver spacecraft. They laughed.

The cute little puppet that we stuffed into the driver seat sat looking at me and things began to blur. I remember grabbing the pieces of the spacecraft and going for the Gorgon first. My anger had filled my head and the blood fucked with my sight. It was all red and bright lights.

Soon the fight was over and the two lay together as I continued to look for QT. It was like Medusa kept moving every time I got close. I went to search the laser-tag arena. All the while different party goers kept coming at me. Trying to capture me or stop my progress. It was like they could not die. I feared Gorgon and Minotaur would be back for me.

That was when I saw Cyclops. They were in the main office and could see the entire complex from there. I knew of the secret halls used for emergencies and quickly ended their never ending gaze. This angered Medusa and they finally exposed their hiding place.

In the center of the laser-tag arena was QT and Medusa. I had to fight off more party goers as I navigated through the fake moon surface. The mace was depleted by then but I noticed the purple laser-gun stunned the lost ones long enough for me to knock them out with my nightstick. I began to play the worst game of laser-tag you could imagine.

I was almost near the singer from another space when they called a swarm of partiers to protect them. There were too many to fight off so I had to make a plan quick. The odds were stacked against me for sure but all I could think of was the years I had spent with QT.

We got the jobs around the same time and felt like it was bizarre. The first year in town and I kept running into him. Then we got hired at the same place and over the seven years went from cashiers and ticket counter to helping run the place. It was a great time in my life and I didn't want it to end. Not like that.

Looking at the four eyed alien Gigi, it hit me. I began to sing. Everyone including Medusa stopped to look towards where I was hiding. I kept singing. All those moments in that play place swept through my head. I could hear both of us singing as we walked hundreds of cakes to different party goers.

Retro Cosmos Fun Zone had a stupid birthday song we sang for every kid party and I sang it loud. Medusa was confused and so were the consumed. I was afraid but I kept singing and suddenly Quin Thomas began to look like themselves.

Whatever spell Medusa had on him under was no longer working and he knocked Medusa into the crowd of party goers. They turned on their master without question. QT jumped from the giant foam comet and into my arms. I pulled them through the crowd so fast I did not see what became of Medusa.

Once we got to the doors they suddenly flew open. We stepped out into the night sky and the full moon shone above us. QT kissed me and I kissed them back. We called the police right away but they never found the party goers or the band.

There was a mess left for us to clean and many questions to answer but in the end, only me and QT knew what happened. The party members stayed missing and there were no records of a band called Effulgent Creatures. Cardinal Creek slowly fell back to another quiet town in the mountains.

QT and myself decided to leave shortly after. We tried to forget about what happened but we couldn't. After a year of planning, we began to travel. We searched for months for any clues or remnants of the band from another space and time. Our quest has brought us to Chicago.

We don't know if this up and coming band is the same from before. Both of us are willing to bet our lives to find out. QT and I managed to sneak our way into the first performance of Nowhere Out. I will never forget how Medusa sang or how that band made me feel. Tomorrow will hopefully be the end of it all.

[newyorkvagal]

Dear POF, MATCH, OUR TIME, and probably most of the other dating sites,

Go to any retail store and you find that typical business practice is to lure potential customers in however they can.  Stores will put colorful items up front like candy, festive items, and sparkly displays to lure you in, and then make you walk through the store to find what you need. Walmart, for example,  is notorious for placing things in odd locations, so it isn’t obvious to the customer, to, let’s say, go to household to find light bulbs. No, they want you to walk to the other end of the store, pass every department, and then spend another 15 minutes looking for someone that works there, only to find light bulbs are in automotive. So now you have shopped all over the store and picked up a few things for the cart that you had no intention of buying.

Dating sites lure you in by photos. Some advertise free, but that is to look at a few pictures and if you really want to see someone’s full profile, or, in some cases, be able to message someone, they want you to pay. Fine. This is a business. Just like Walmart or other retail stores where they want your business.

I get advertisements constantly for retail stores and dating sites included. My question is, where are the guys they show me? I walk into Walmart or Target and I see clothes, household items, and  Holiday items and it makes me want to go into those departments.

But on a dating site, I look at these photos, showing me who I can meet and chat with, and when I go in , the old bait and switch is there in black and white. For those of you lucky enough  who have not experienced this concept, or heard of it, here is Wikipedia’s version of the explanation:

Bait-and-switch is a form of fraud used in retail sales but also employed in other contexts. First, customers are “baited” by merchants’ advertising products or services at a low price, but when customers visit the store, they discover that the advertised goods are not available, or the customers are pressured by sales people to consider similar, but higher priced items (“switching”).

So we have POF, or Our Time, to name two,  that use photos. they show us somewhat good looking guys, dressed nicely, big smiles on their faces, and we think, Hell yea. I’m in.

Now I am in and I start looking. Wait. Where is the guy with salt and pepper hair with a fun smile? Why am I seeing someone in his bathroom taking a picture in the mirror? Why do I see a dogs, cars and  shirtless men who shouldn’t be?

I know it is business, and I also know if they put “bathroom man” on the advertisement, or “man with fish”, they would be out of business in an hour. But, we go in. We browse. We shop.

  The Lure Dear POF, MATCH, OUR TIME, and probably most of the other dating sites, Go to any retail store and you find that typical business practice is to lure potential customers in however they can.  

[martinpowblg]

Don’t Worry About Fashion Any Longer, We Certainly Have The Information You Seek

Fashion is really what you are making from it, and half the battle is attempting. Other half is knowing the right tips and tricks of the trade. Whether you research online, look at magazines, read books, or something else, you may stay ahead of the fashion game. Think about the following ideas to help you with the personal fashion.

Flip-flops really are a comfortable kind of footwear for casual occasions, but will not use them to function or even in formal situations. Search for classy but comfortable shoes by using a low heel to put on to work everyday. High heel shoes ought to be reserved for formal occasions, particularly if will never need to stand or walk greatly.

If you are employed to dressing down but you would like to add charm to your personal style, try buying some sparkly accessories. These can make your outfit look brighter and you will not have to change your entire style. You can make a plain outfit fit for just about any occasion by changing the design of accessories.

Always dress respectfully for the occasion. Don’t wear a tube top if you’re visiting a wedding, and don’t shorts to the prom. Figure out how to respect fashion traditions, regardless of whether you’re lured to defy them for not good reason. Is it really gonna hurt to to use that tie Mom wants you to wear to church? Showing respect in how you dress will gain you respect in exchange.

Fashion is approximately over the clothing. What the majority are unacquainted with is the fact hair, poorly styled or maybe in bad condition, can immediately ruin the look of including the most fabulous outfit. Spending some time to discover the right hair products for your hair will assist ensure that the quality of your own hairstyle keeps pace along with your fashion sense.

A very important fashion tip is to be sure that your pants are definitely the correct length. This will be significant because having pants that happen to be too long or short could be a critical mistake in looking good. Be sure you policy for the sort of shoes that you are wearing mainly because it will make a huge difference.

A perfect fashion tip is to try and keep your hands as free as you possibly can when it comes to your bag. Get yourself a trendy looking strap to put on across your whole body to keep your hands free also to add a bit of style for your outfit. It might make your distinction between being clumsy and staying in control.

Throw away that sweater using the hole inside or those jeans which are barely staying together on the crotch. They might feel as if old friends, however, if you’re spotted in them, you’re will be thought of as the area bag lady. It’s simple to forget that your particular shirt is stained when you suddenly need to go out. Buy and wear clothing which you won’t mind being noticed in.

Let those around you determine if you can’t afford every one of the latest trends. They could be ready to part with fashionable items they may have sick and tired of. This enables you to look fantastic at a discount.

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If you have a cat, bear that in mind when searching for clothing. There may be nothing more frustrating than wearing that cute little black dress simply to turn out covered in white cat hair the second you take a seat on the sofa. Keep pets at heart when choosing clothing colors and fabrics, and get away from the strain.

Remember that belts should function as accent pieces, as an alternative to necessary tools for holding your pants up, and have fun together. Skinny belts are great with dark denim and dress pants, particularly in animal prints or shimmery metallic. Wide belts look good over dresses, cardigans and other pieces that you’d want to look more fitted.

Don’t be scared to use the appearance you love. It might often feel a lttle bit scary to sport a style that is a bit from SassyStar the norm. However, if you truly want to utilize it, just do it! It can make sense to enable your true inner fashion diva into the future out, even though she’s in the quirky side.

A good fashion tip would be to learn how to develop your very own style. You don’t wish to just mimic somebody else and copy their style. Think of what’s essential to you like comfort or flair, then slowly develop that which means your style is unique to you personally.

The essential black dress is essential for almost any woman’s wardrobe. You can put on this dress for casual occasions by accessorizing it with a couple of comfortable pumps. You can use exactly the same dress for any more formal occasion should you put up your hair and accessorize with a pearl necklace and earrings.

You might not have experienced any idea as to where to start with regards to yourself and fashion. However, you would like to change that, and there are lots of techniques for getting the assistance that you require. Remember the advice you’ve read here while you carry on and work at better fashion in your daily life.

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[hausofskuh-blog]

Obsessed and Unimpressed: September

Disclaimer: this post was written in September 2016, but since I’m transferring all my posts, it shall remain as such.

October is about to be here, and in less than 24 hours, I can officially buy makeup again. PRAISE JESUS, HALLELUJAH!!! I have been dying over here, y'all. It's been a rough month without any shiny, new goodies, but I have to say, I'm proud of myself.  The month didn't start off too strong though, as I accidentally, unconsciously bought a lipgloss from Victoria's Secret. I know I sort of ruined it from the get go, but I honestly had no idea what I was doing until I got home.  The ramifications of my actions didn't hit me until I pulled the lipgloss out of the bag and had to put it away. I looked at it, closed my eyes, and said "*&@#$*(*&%!" very loudly.  Ashamed, I put the lipgloss away, and vowed to never make the same mistake twice.

    The rest of the month I was vigilant. I went to Target once and bypassed the beauty section, didn't set foot in CVS, and didn't show my face in Sephora or Ulta. Makeup is a huge vice for me, so to give it up for an entire month, just because, was impressive.  It has been hard these last few days, but knowing I can go to CVS tomorrow is getting me through.  Last time I was in my local store, it was being reorganized and rearranged. Needless to say, I am HYPE to go tomorrow and see the new changes.

    From a monetary standpoint, it was essential that I didn't make too many unnecessary purchases in September; so cutting out makeup paid off.  Aside from living at home, I pay all of my bills myself, and I've had quite a few pop up over the past 6 weeks.  That being said, this challenge to myself helped me avoid any frivolities.  

    Another added bonus was that I really focused on utilizing makeup I already own.  My post today will focus on products I rediscovered and fell in love with all over again this past month, and one that I'm really wishing I hadn't bought.  In the future, my "Obsessed & Unimpressed" posts will primarily focus on new products, but with that, here goes nothing!

C.O. Bigelow Mentha Lip Shine - Ah the days of cotillion.  Wandering around Regency in a "fancy" dress, white gloves, and kitten heels, seeing what my meager pocket book could afford. (My mom calls it a pocket book and it seemed fitting in this context, ok?)  My posse and I usually ended up in Bath and Body Works, where the lotions smelled luxurious, but didn't always have the price tag to match.  (To be fair, I still adore BBW. The products aren't tested on animals, and I get rad coupons every so often that inevitably contribute to my unhealthily large candle collection. You try and pass up 3 baby candles for $12...) One of the most coveted items of my middle school days was this lip shine by C.O. Bigelow Apothecaries.  First off, if the word apothecary doesn't make you think of cute nuns patiently poring over giant vats of lipgloss in mediaeval dungeons, or Game of Thrones, we shouldn't be friends.  Secondly, these things are packed with peppermint oil.  They come in tubes of varying flavors of mint, and back then would have made you believe that your stanky food court breath would be eradicated by wearing them.  I sort of feel bad for the workers that had to deal with the sudden onslaught of lipgloss obsessed pre-teens, snatching up tubes and smelling all the "Fresh Cotton" lotion.  TBH, those scents are very deceiving...fresh cotton doesn't even smell....but I digress.  I purchased this lipgloss again a few months ago for about $8, once again being lured in by the smell.  I'm glad I did though, because it's the perfect clear gloss with a delicious scent. I love this product alone, or as a topper for liquid lips.  However, when applying over a lip color, I recommend using your finger to dab it on.

Victoria's Secret Beauty Rush lipgloss - This is another one that takes me back to my middle school days.  It was also a coveted product, and I'm a little sad that VS no longer has a big beauty section.  This was my achilles heel that fateful September day, but it's so sparkly that I really don't think I should be held responsible.  I chose the color "Strawberry Fizz", which is a pretty petal color infused with loads of sparkles.  The smell is wonderful, and I have to remind myself often that it's not edible...This product isn't very opaque, so I prefer to wear it over another lip color.  I will say though, it's perfect for those "no makeup" days too, so it has good duplicity.  It retails for $10, which is a little pricey, but there's a good amount of product.

NARS Rikugien - Can you tell I have a love of lip products? An Instagrammer I follow uses this satin lip pencil a lot, and after seeing it on her, I had to have it.  Rikugien glides on like butter, and has a delicate rose color. To me, it's universally flattering. It's sheer enough that my natural lip color shows through, but still has plenty of color payoff.  Because it's a pencil, Rikugien also has good precision and easy application. This pencil retails for $26, a little on the pricier side, but I highly recommend it.

Becca Shimmering Skin Perfector in "Opal" - This was one of those minis that I got in my Sephora box, but I will 10/10 buy the full size if I ever hit pan.  This color is gorgeous and makes me shine bright like a giant opal.  The formula is smooth, with no powder fallout, and it blends easily.  It creates a beautiful, natural looking glow that can still be seen from the heavens.

Pati Dubroff Dream Palette - This palette has been in my collection for almost 2 years now.  It was given to me by a sorority sister who never used it, and I don't turn down free makeup.  At first, I was really only drawn to a few colors, but now I'm obsessed.  There's a wonderful variety of neutrals, with few fun colors thrown in. "Aire", "Siren", and "Timber" are definitely my favorites, with "Aire" being the perfect cream color.  It works well as a base, and as an eye brightener. I use it with "Timber" for one of my go-to, bright-eyed looks.  The palette also has a wonderful transition shade that's very similar to a shade in the Rust Stack by Melt Cosmetics.  Most of the shades are also matte, which is great for creating a natural eye.

White and Elm Antioxidant Serum - Oils and serums are seriously trending right now, and with good reason. These suckers really pack a punch when nourishing your skin.  Skincare goes hand-in-hand with makeup, and I cannot stress it enough. I got a sample of this oil in my Birchbox subscription, and it is amazing!  The oil soaks in quickly, and leaves my skin feeling plum and soft. I typically use it around my eye area in the morning after I've washed, but before I've primed.  This contributes to a smooth concealer application. I tell anyone who doesn't use eye cream that they should have been using it yesterday, so I'd go get some.  Also, I apply eye cream at night and in the morning. Night time is for restoring and preventing, morning is just to prep my skin for the day.

Urban Decay's Naked 3 palette - Unfortunately, this palette has left me unimpressed. I bought it a few years ago and have been trying so hard to like it ever since.  There are a handful of shadows that I do like, but overall, I think it was a waste of money.  The shimmery browns are beautiful, but the glittery shades are too chalky.  There is a color very similar to "Aire", but it's one of the chalky ones that's also not pigmented.  For a long while, I debated whether or not to get #2 or #3. I couldn't decide between the taupe golds or the rose golds, but felt the rose golds would look best on me.  Looking back, I really wish I'd bought the Naked 2 palette, because the colors are so gorgeous.  I rarely find myself grabbing this palette, and at $54, it's a costly product to regret.  Jamie Paige, a well known beauty blogger, dislikes this palette too, and I support her reasoning 100%.  UD products are great as a whole, but I think they just dropped the ball with this palette.

[martinpowblg]

Don’t Worry About Fashion Any Longer, We Certainly Have The Information You Seek

Fashion is really what you are making from it, and half the battle is attempting. Other half is knowing the right tips and tricks of the trade. Whether you research online, look at magazines, read books, or something else, you may stay ahead of the fashion game. Think about the following ideas to help you with the personal fashion.

Flip-flops really are a comfortable kind of footwear for casual occasions, but will not use them to function or even in formal situations. Search for classy but comfortable shoes by using a low heel to put on to work everyday. High heel shoes ought to be reserved for formal occasions, particularly if will never need to stand or walk greatly.

If you are employed to dressing down but you would like to add charm to your personal style, try buying some sparkly accessories. These can make your outfit look brighter and you will not have to change your entire style. You can make a plain outfit fit for just about any occasion by changing the design of accessories.

Always dress respectfully for the occasion. Don’t wear a tube top if you’re visiting a wedding, and don’t shorts to the prom. Figure out how to respect fashion traditions, regardless of whether you’re lured to defy them for not good reason. Is it really gonna hurt to to use that tie Mom wants you to wear to church? Showing respect in how you dress will gain you respect in exchange.

Fashion is approximately over the clothing. What the majority are unacquainted with is the fact hair, poorly styled or maybe in bad condition, can immediately ruin the look of including the most fabulous outfit. Spending some time to discover the right hair products for your hair will assist ensure that the quality of your own hairstyle keeps pace along with your fashion sense.

A very important fashion tip is to be sure that your pants are definitely the correct length. This will be significant because having pants that happen to be too long or short could be a critical mistake in looking good. Be sure you policy for the sort of shoes that you are wearing mainly because it will make a huge difference.

A perfect fashion tip is to try and keep your hands as free as you possibly can when it comes to your bag. Get yourself a trendy looking strap to put on across your whole body to keep your hands free also to add a bit of style for your outfit. It might make your distinction between being clumsy and staying in control.

Throw away that sweater using the hole inside or those jeans which are barely staying together on the crotch. They might feel as if old friends, however, if you’re spotted in them, you’re will be thought of as the area bag lady. It’s simple to forget that your particular shirt is stained when you suddenly need to go out. Buy and wear clothing which you won’t mind being noticed in.

Let those around you determine if you can’t afford every one of the latest trends. They could be ready to part with fashionable items they may have sick and tired of. This enables you to look fantastic at a discount.

If you have a cat, bear that in mind when searching for clothing. There may be nothing more frustrating than wearing that cute little black dress simply to turn out covered in white cat hair the second you take a seat on the sofa. Keep pets at heart when choosing clothing colors and fabrics, and get away from the strain.

Remember that belts should function as accent pieces, as an alternative to necessary tools for holding your pants up, and have fun together. Skinny belts are great with dark denim and dress pants, particularly in animal prints or shimmery metallic. Wide belts look good over dresses, cardigans and other pieces that you’d want to look more fitted.

Don’t be scared to use the appearance you love. It might often feel a lttle bit scary to sport a style that is a bit from SassyStar the norm. However, if you truly want to utilize it, just do it! It can make sense to enable your true inner fashion diva into the future out, even though she’s in the quirky side.

A good fashion tip would be to learn how to develop your very own style. You don’t wish to just mimic somebody else and copy their style. Think of what’s essential to you like comfort or flair, then slowly develop that which means your style is unique to you personally.

The essential black dress is essential for almost any woman’s wardrobe. You can put on this dress for casual occasions by accessorizing it with a couple of comfortable pumps. You can use exactly the same dress for any more formal occasion should you put up your hair and accessorize with a pearl necklace and earrings.

You might not have experienced any idea as to where to start with regards to yourself and fashion. However, you would like to change that, and there are lots of techniques for getting the assistance that you require. Remember the advice you’ve read here while you carry on and work at better fashion in your daily life.

Source:http://thedecoratingportal.com/fashion-ideas-that-you-might-have-not-heard-of-sexy-women-lingerie/