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[stylessbean]

More Harry Styles Fic Recs

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FOR JANUARY, FEBRUARY, AND MARCH

One Shots:

Y/N is a CEO, Harry is also a CEO - @sumptuoushstyles-blog

five seconds - @autumn-sunflowers

knight in skinny jeans - @stylesharrys

Partners in Crime - @watchmegetobsessed

Golden - @hunflowers

Quid Pro Quo - @talesofstyles

Casual - @cupid-styles

Swan Lake - @enthusiasticharry

Serendipity - @justlemmeadoreyou

Afterparty - @chaoticloving

Sweet Symphonies - @smuttyaf

Baby Steps - @enthusiasticharry

Uptown Girl - @thestoryofusstan

Series:

Your Love AU - @theydontknowaboutusimagines

The Royal Series - @harrylilies

Eight Count - @hsdiaries

Portfolio - @nationalharryleague

Petal - @autumn-sunflowers

Now You're In My Life - @justmystyles

Old Grudges | Part 2 - @watchmegetobsessed

Secret Little Rendezvous - @justlemmeadoreyou

All that you are - @stylesharrys

[von2dutch]

Sugar Baby | Jey Uso

Synopsis: Sex is not a big deal. ...You can have a no-strings-attached arrangement with someone you don’t care about.

Pairing: Jey uso X Black Fem reader | word count: 3.1k | warning: smut, toxic behavior , protected sex | 18+ ONLY

A/N This is my first time writing on here so bear with me I’m new to learning the app I hope you all enjoy it it’s also my first time writing a Jey uso fanfic so please go easy on me. A few writers inspired me to want to write about him I’m not sure if they want to be tagged I don’t want to seem disrespectful but if they do I’ll gladly @ them!

Lastly , Enjoy

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Dakota groaned in discomfort, "Ugh, jeez, I'm so sore, I can barely stand..." Jasmine chuckled in agreement, "Haha, I know right? I didn't expect that workout to be so intense.

“Me neither, my whole body is killing me right now…girl remind me to never come to the gym with your ass!” Dakota Murmured in a low breathing trying to regain her breath, her hands kneeled down on her knees taking each breath one at a time. Before standing tall grabbing her water to follow jasmine lead to the front desk.

“girl please all that ass you got you should want to be in shape for your old man sugar daddy.”

Dakota stopped in her tracks staring a hole into her best friend of 6 years in the head, with a mug plastered over her face she spoke again “Omg for the last time that man isn’t that old and he ain’t my sugar daddy!”

Jasmine looked back pursuing her lips together looking at her best friend like she was dumb “whatever you say ms.like em’ old.”

“But ion blame you because last time you came to me with your wig completely fucked up after seeing him, fuck he got super dick?”

Dakota chuckled at her best friends antics seemingly use to it but without jasmine in her life she wouldn’t have any entertainment without her silly jokes.

“No he just knows how to work this thang!” Dakota laughed before sticking her tongue out as the two walked up to the front desk.

While Dakota was focused on making another week ahead for the gym next week, Jasmine eyes were stuck on whoever just walked into the gym.

Jasmine Nuged Dakota shoulder before she turned around with a mug irritated already by her bothering her with Dakota already being tired and trained from an intense workout the two just had “Ain’t that your boy or should I say ol’ man.”

Dakota knitted her eyebrows together in confusion and also curiosity as she turned her body and attention to wherever jasmine focused was and there he was.

Jey Uso

In the flesh there he was looking ever so good , his presence so commanding and charismatic that she couldn't help but admire him with his twin brother Jimmy and a little behind them was their younger brother solo, walking. As they approached a group of men, it looked as if they beckoned them over with friendly gestures.

As Dakota glanced over at Joshua, she couldn't help but take notice of his impressive attire. He was sporting a pair of blue Nike shorts that hugged his body in all the right places, along with black Nike socks that were neatly tucked into his white gym shoes. On his head, he wore a fitted black bloodline hat, which was turned backwards and allowed his mullet to peek through the back. The red tips of his hair added a touch of boldness to his overall look, which suited him perfectly. As he stood there with his bare chest on display, his chiseled abs were impossible to miss. Tribal tattoos adorned his arms and chest, with two more visible on his back. All in all, Joshua's appearance was a sight to behold.

She watched as he greeted the three men before grasping both hands onto a pull up bar his palms facing away from him lifting his entire body going up and down up and down as she watched closely.

She couldn’t help but to stare at his bare back moving ever so smoothly, he hung his body up back and forth downwards she got a flashback from their last meet up two months ago which made her bite her lip titling her head slightly watching as he kept going.

Flashback

“Move yo hand this what you wanted right?” Jey responded to Dakota as she pleaded for him to slow down she tried to push him back away from her as he dicked her down so deep she could Hardly breathe.

she burried her head into the white colored sheets of the hotel room she couldn’t help but cry tears of joy but also pain as his strokes got deeper and deeper from behind “Jeyyyy…b-baby slow down…ugh.”

“Nah you talked all that shit on the phone, I wanna see you take all this dick don’t run from it.”

“Ion even know why you like to play with me princess, you know I’ll fly yo’ ass out to fuck you up.” Joshua spoke with Venom in his voice as his chest heaved up and down, chest beaming with sweat. he pushed a hand down on her neck to pin her down further her ass purked up nicely in his view.

It all started with Dakota missing him which resulted in her being a bitch towards Jey, calling him out his name as far as a “bitch” because he hadn’t been paying her no attention at all the past few weeks. She knew he had a tight schedule as a professional wrestler which has his undefined attention at all times but she also wanted his attention as well even with her just being a sugar baby known as a woman he just used for sex and entertainment when he wanted it.

Now here she was ass up face down and burried into the white sheets of his hotel room as he fucked her viciously from behind pining her down to the bed so she couldn’t run with no where to go. He wanted her to feel all of him from anger slightly misplaced with lust.

“Nah baby use this dick and fuck me back , daddy ain’t going no where.”

Dakota did as told throwing her ass back on him but with much more force while she occupied her fingers underneath her playing with herself. She felt so much pressure and pain all in one her feet became hot with them curled up as he went deeper with each stroke he took.

Taking her breath away literally.

“Mhm you taking this dick like a good girl huh?” Jey rasped slamming into her making Dakota let out a loud moan.

She could feel her body become hot as she felt a knot in her stomach indicating she was about to cum.

“shit!” She cursed under her breath, Jey thrusting into her wet gushy insides.

Joshua watched his dick slide in and out Dakota’s hole, her white creams painting his beautiful Carmel dick, his balls slapping against her clit with every hard thrust he took.

Dakota let out beautiful whimpers, her ass and titties jiggling with the rhythm of Jey’s hard strokes.

Jey grabbed Dakota’s hair, wrapping it around his fist as he thrusted into her harder.

Josh pulled on her hair, forcing her head up as she looked at herself through a the mirror which was in the corner of the room. Her make up smeared with tears , hair all over the place she knew she would need a redo on her hair when she got back home to Atlanta. Her mouth agape as she let out loud moans which couldn’t be heard outside of the hotel room from how thick and sound proof the walls were.

“Uh huh, daddy deep in his pussy ain’t he?” he questioned panting, his tattooed chest heaving up and down.

when Dakota didn’t answer Jey yanked her hair making Dakota let out a loud moan.

“shit! Y-yes daddy it’s fucking deep!” she cried out as tears cascaded her pretty Carmel cheeks.

Jey smiled deviously at her through the mirror, sliver jeweled grills peaking through. feeling her walls clench around him he groaned. he sent a hard snack to Dakota’s ass, “you throwing that ass back like a big girl , baby? You gon’ keep taking this dick like one too.”

Dakota did as told, her taking control again as she bounced back and forth on his length, Joshua bit his lip watching his dick disappear into her whole every time.

The one thing he missed the most was her ass jiggling from behind as he buried his dick deep inside her, her smooth toned back arched ever so slight but at the moment her chest laid flat on the bed while he continued his torture.

“fuck!” Dakota moaned with her face planted in the bed, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she continued rocking her body.

“Un huh, Baby take this dick.”

“you gotta cum, ma?” Jey questioned, grunting afterwards.

“yes!” Dakota whined reaching her hand underneath her and rubbing at her clit once more, her legs trembling outrageously.

Jey bit his lip harshly, blood drawing as he groaned at the metallic taste.

“gon head Dakota .” He rasped, on cue Dakota and Joshua reached their limits. Her white creams painted all over his dick, her juices squirted out of her and onto Jey’s lower stomach.

Flashback over

“Dakota!” Jasmine's voice echoed through Dakota’s empty ears as she called out to her best friend Dakota, who seemed lost in thought. "Dakota! Dakota, Dakota?!!" she repeated, her tone growing more urgent and annoyed with each call. She wondered what could be occupying Dakota's mind so much that she didn't even hear her friend's voice.

Then it hit her. Jey he was who had her so snapped out of it she watched her best friend bite her lip in daze a, watching him do repeated pull ups.

Finally After staring into the distance for a while, Dakota was brought back to reality when she heard someone calling her name. With a confused look on her face, she looked up and stuttered, "H-huh, what did you say, Jas?"

“I said there go ya’ boy and there he is right now making his way over.” Jasmine said as he indeed was making his way over to them while Dakota mouth hung low she tried her to best to maintain herself. She often felt nervous around Josh and she herself didn’t know why because she wasn’t a shy woman but with him? He had her shy like a school girl.

“Wassup jasmine.” Jey greeted Jasmine with a friendly head nod and a warm smile, before turning his attention to Dakota. With a mischievous grin and a wink “and hey pretty mama.”

With a mischievous grin, he knew exactly what to say to make her radiant smile light up the room. As he gazed at her, he couldn't help but notice the intricate details of her gym outfit, appreciating the way it hugged her curves and highlighted her strong physique.

She wore Black gymshark vital seamless neck sports bra with vital seamless black shorts that hugged her body waist down ever so gently which showed her ass out more flaw. Her breast glazed with sweat as it stucked together almost peeling out of the sports bra her nipples hard as ever from how cold the gym was. Accompanied with white socks and grey gym shoes.

She looked damn good.

“Hey Josh.” She smiled dimples ever so deep into her skin that her pearly white teeth showed all of her teeth from how big she smiled. Gushing with butterflies in her stomach if she was any lighter you could see how red her face was from blushing.

“Hey Josh.” Jasmine mumbled mimicking her with an eye roll immensely laughing at how shy her best friend was. In 27 years of knowing her she never saw her best friend so shy she was always a Fierce Woman, very outspoken. So to see her like this so gushed over this man was surprising and undoubtedly hilarious.

“Shut up.” Dakota mumbled gritting through her teeth while she tried to keep a smile on her face.

To break the awkward silence Josh spoke “Uhh so you leaving?”

“Oh yeah me and jasmine are finished for the day and go grab some food then head home and shower. I see you’re with your brother.”

“Yeah he wanted to come to the gym before the big night Monday.”

“Well it was nice seeing yo— nah we ain’t gon end it like that ma gimme me a hug uce.” Josh insisted opening his arms for a hug she embraced him her hands rubbing against his bare back.

His entire body felt so soft and warm along with his significant cologne he always wore that drove her crazy with how good he smelled.

Josh hands snaked down to her ass grabbing it gently with a soft smack before leaving a wet kiss on her neck before whispering. “You might wanna cover that up uce.” He chuckled at her eyes bucking at the embarrassment she felt when she realized he was referring to the hickey on her neck that her gave her last month.

Gasping she quickly covered it with her hand before grabbing Jasmines hand leading her out the door “Bye Josh!”

“Girllll that man got you whipped huh!” Jasmine joked laughing at how school girl he had Dakota before unlocking the doors to her Mercedes Benz truck both hopping in.

“Whatever.”

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Dakota.Valentine • 25 secs ago

“Bye Josh.” Dakota chuckled at a TikTok he sent her via message, before hearting it smiling ear from ear. It was a TikTok of a man buying his girlfriend chicken wings when she asked for wings as in pads for her menstrual cycle but he got her wingstop with jey replying with a “Gon be me when you come back over my house, yeet!”

“Oh you in love.” Jasmine affirmed looking at her best friend blush at her phone something she did their whole lunch.

“I am not!”

“Is too!”

Dakota fixed her posture in her seat now facing jasmine directly placing her phone face down on the table giving her undefined attention “and what makes you possible think that?”

“Hmm well for starters the man bough you a mirror vanity with a Chanel purse and a basket of fruit all because you said you wanted to show yourself this year and do beauty content for social media.”

“Then he buys you roses every month even if he misses a few days he buys dozens for each day he missed along with a stack of money, he as well spoils you with gifts, paid for you to go to talum for your birthday, bought you a ring and also rented out a mall for the both of you so you could shop dedicating the whole day to you with a massage, paid for your hair , nails, AND makes sure you eat paying for every meal plus he took you on how many dates?”

“Shall I go on?”

Dakota sat there taking in everything her best friend was saying with nothing to deflect with, she was right Joshua did all those things without her having to asking for anything he just did it because whatever he saw that he thought would look good on her or what made her smile the biggest he got it.

“Then you cook for him everytime he’s in town for his Monday night raw and smack down shows in Atl kota.” Jasmine stated pursing her lips together while she waited for a response. Dakota sat there with a dumbfounded expression.

Thats when realization sat in she realized she was in love, he did so many things for her that she never had done before not even in past relationship. He was there for her in so many ways than just sex, he was there emotionally, physically , and mentally. He cared deeply for Dakota as much as she cared for him. They’ve Had deep conversations about life and marriage something neither ever done with anyone they connected on a deeper level than Just sex he was there for her when she lost her mother a few months back and ever since then he never left her side he was always there.

Despite his best efforts to hide it, Joshua was undeniably smitten with Dakota. Though he was a more mature and experienced man, he couldn't help but pour his heart out to her, showering her with a level of affection she had never before experienced in her life. His love for her was pure and genuine, and she could sense it in every little thing he did.

Despite her best efforts to be difficult and toxic, he always handled her with care and honesty. He was the type of man who never played games, especially when it came to business. He led with authority, yet he had a soft and gentle side. He was dominant without being aggressive but real smooth but you knew he ran shit. His charismatic and funny personality, his loving nature, and his hardworking aura made her focus on him completely. Whenever she was around him, she felt safe and comfortable, knowing that he would always be there to protect and support her.

In past relationships Dakota had never felt safe nor comfortable with men but with Josh it all felt so natural.

The two meet at a bar in Pensacola , Florida where Dakota was in town visiting a client of hers for styling. She was a celebrity stylist, she loved fashion and always dreamed of being a fashion designer or stylist. While she sat at the bar alone josh couldn’t help but stare at the young women, her soft brown legs shined with baby oil along with a black dress that hugged her body so tightly and well , a face a man would die for but he thought her face was better to nut on in his dirty mind.

He walked up to her with a few smooth and flirtatious words which pulled her in instantly jey was always smooth with the ladies. A ladies man of course. With that he prospered to her a deal that he spoiled her of course as well as have sex with her but no string attached as well kinda friends with benefits or a sugar daddy which he wouldn’t call it more so tricking with sex alongside.

Jey was 32 years old and Dakota was four years younger than him at 27. Despite the age difference, the two were still deeply attracted to each other. However, when Dakota was first presented with the proposal that she didn't quite understand or want to accept, she hesitated. The idea of doing something like that was foreign to her, but a little voice in her head, which she recognized as Jasmine's, urged her to "get that money, bitch!" Despite already having her own source of income, Dakota eventually agreed to the proposal.

Starting from the summer of July 2022, the two individuals became inseparable. Their bond grew stronger as they spent time together, and before they knew it, January 2023 had arrived, marking the beginning of a new year that they brought in together. Despite the initial plan to spend only three months together, Josh kept extending their time together, much to the surprise of his companion. She found it odd that he was reluctant to part ways and kept prolonging their time together, but she couldn't help but wonder why.

Was he also in love?

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All I really want to say my darling

Today is a special day we call our own

So take me in your arms and hold me

And tell me you love me

And I'll be there for you

The soft lyrics of Tony! Toni! Tone! Played throughout Dakotas high rise apartment while she finished up on the last touch’s of the cornbread. Dakota was cooking baked macaroni, yams, collard greens, fire chicken with a side of duffeled eggs.

A loud thud on the counter went off as her phone ding with a text message from Jey.

iMessage

Yeet master jey!❤️

I’m here come open the door lady uce!

After meticulously washing her hands, she swiftly dried them off to ensure there were no traces of germs left on her skin. As she reached the door, she saw Josh standing outside, holding a beautiful bouquet of roses in his left hand. A wide smile appeared on her face as she approached him, and he opened his arms, inviting her in for a warm embrace. "Jey, I missed you!" she exclaimed before jumping into his arms. He caught her effortlessly with just one arm, and the two of them burst into uncontrollable laughter, filled with joy and happiness as they held each other tightly.

“I missed you too ko.” Dakota heart warmed at the small nickname he gave her.

“Aww are these for me?” She smiled widely taking the rose from jey she walked towards the kitchen sitting them on the counter. “Of course gotta get my princess something.”

Cheesing to herself she inquired him with a question “Mmhm when were you going to tell me you was in town?”

“Well I was tryna surprise you but I saw you all at the gym looking gorgeous.” He stated wrapping his arms around Dakota from behind he moved her hair out her face leaving a few wet on her neck she responded with a low moan.

“Unt unt let me finish cooking Josh.” She chuckled at his antics of trying to seduce her but she had other plans in mind.

Stepping back with his hands in surrender he spoke “alright alright but how you been? You’ve been eating?” He caressed her cheek staring into her brown hazel nut eyes. “Yes jey I have.”

“You better.” He pecked her lips a few times before moving back looking over her admiring her body.

Dakota has fell into small depression she thought maybe she was too big and wanted to be slimmer so she stopped eating to lose weight and also in the gym but Jey put a stop to that immediately because she was perfect the way she was and she wouldn’t want her any other way.

“I missed you.” Jey spoke with their soft eyes looking directly At Dakota.

“I missed you more.” She responded softly turning her body to face him.

“Missed you so much girl.” He embraced her into a hug, hugging tight as he wrapped his legs around her like spider man hanging his feet in the cabinet while she laughed at his goofy self “It’s all you girl!”

“All you girl!”

“Omg Joshua what is wrong with you.” Dakota laughed once more her stomach hurting from much she laughed her cheeks sore a bit from how hard she smiled. She was in love.

Letting her go he left a few kisses all over her face till she laughed Again before asking her something “So umm…I got a show tomorrow and I want you come.” He asked shyly as if it was the first time he ever took her one of his shows to watch him to wrestle.

“Of course! I’d love to watch you beat some ass.” She smiled punching at his chest playfully.

“Good cause Jimmy been asking about you “where koko?”josh mimicked his twin brother Jonathan earring a small laugh from Dakota.

“Aww my good ol’ friend can’t wait to see him tomorrow.”

“Plus tomorrow is raw XXX tomorrow you know it’s gon be lit.” Smiles thinking about what was in store tomorrow for the fans which included the bloodline with Sami Zayn.

“Oh tell your little girlfriend stop messaging me I’ll hate to beat a bitch.” Dakota scolded Josh rolling her eyes.

Who?

“You know who”

As jey stood there in thought as if he was dumb he then realized who she was talking about “oh Chanel?” He said still acting clueless.

“Who the fuck else Joshua!” She raised her voice slightly removing his arms from around her.

Chanel was an old mistress of Jeys and he broke things off with her two months in but she couldn’t take him leaving her due to the contract ending so she stalked him and was a bitch to every new woman he used for sex and entertainment which was Dakota. It all started in September when Josh and Dakota where out at a restaurant having a few drinks and dinner when Chanel popped up on the two “Oh so this why you’ve been ignoring for this new bitch?!” Channel shouted in the restaurant cashing a scene.

Which escalated in her and Dakota having a back and forth because in all Dakota wasn’t fighting over no man especially not jey no matter how charming he was she wasn’t but the disrespect she took from Chanel wasn’t going to keep happening.

“Look I told you she ain’t my girl and plus ima handle it.” Jey reassured Dakota waving her off.

“You better because I’ll hate to gut a bitch eyes out. Keep fucking with m— What I say?” He cut her off glaring at her with dominance.

“Okay I heard you.” She pouted “but you better handle it cause I don’t have time.” She sighed wrapping her arms around her chest.

Pulling her into an embrace he wrapped his arms around her body rubbing up and down her sides soft and smoothly. “I said I got Dakota don’t worry okay?”

“Okay.”

For a while there was some silence the only thing that could be heard was the music being played from her speaker that was a till she broke the silence with a question “can I ask you something?”

“Yeah , go ahead.”

Dakota started to think back on what Jasmine said was she in love with Josh? Was he in love with her? The question lingered in her mind so much she needed to to know. Even with them not supposed to falling eachother because of the agreement of no strings attached she couldn’t help but fall for him.

“Do your ever….think maybe we could be a couple?” She questioned with pleading eyes but also wanting honesty with anything he threw at her.

Jey thought long and hard for a min before giving her an answer “Honestly no, I mean you’re a gorgeous and talented woman but Dakota we both know this isn’t what we agreed to no strings attached and after a divorce I went through a year ago I ain’t ready for another relationship.”

“You’re just another one of my clients.”

Everything hit her deep in the heart like someone stabbed after hearing those words everything shattered for her. What was she thinking? She didn’t know she even thought he would ever slow down things for her just because he had sex with her but she had hoped

Maybe she wasn’t in love.

To be continued.

I hope you all enjoyed this! More to come let me know if you want chapter two of this series? Also leave comments.

Opinions on jey, Dakota, jasmine , or even Chanel?

How we thinking about the relationship of Jey and Dakota will they fall for each other in the long run?

Lmk and again thank you for reading I hope you all enjoyed! Excuse any mistakes please till next!🎀

Also if you want to be added for a tag-list comment and I got you!

[avatar-anna]

Girl Gone Live

this is literally so stupid and so corny, but i don't care i'm here for a good time, not a long time, you know? enjoy!

"Okay, is this working? How do I know this is working?"

You squinted at the screen, feeling older than you actually were as you waited for some sign that the live stream you set up was working. Thankfully, comments started rolling through and the viewer count went up, and then it started to skyrocket, which made you a little nervous.

"I...think it's working! Cool. Well, um, obviously I'm Y/n L/n, and I'm a celebrity makeup artist. I recently did Olivia Rodrigo's makeup for her music video 'Vampire,' and I thought I would kind of walk you through how I achieved that look, I guess."

Before going live, you'd considered making a little script but decided against it. Hearing yourself bumble through the introduction now, though, you kind of wished you had.

No one seemed to be put off by your awkwardness, though. As comments streamed past, you saw some about the music video and Olivia and what it was like to work with her, but there were also a lot about Harry. You weren't necessarily surprised by Harry's fans flooding the comment section because you sometimes appeared in the background of posts from other people on Love on Tour and you'd become known as the tour's makeup artist. Sometimes you posted the looks you did for performances and little videos of you doing makeup before the show. The attention was a little jarring if you thought about it too long, but you decided it could be worse. After all, you were Harry Styles' long-term girlfriend.

But that wasn't what this livestream was about.

Your eyes scanned the comments as they moved a mile a minute, hoping to snag on a question. "Oh! Someone asked how I met Olivia. Um, as some of you may know, I'm currently working as the makeup artist for Love on Tour, and Olivia came to one of the shows, and we just talked for a really long time about makeup, and she asked me to do her makeup for the video a few weeks later."

It was a fun side gig while you were on tour with Harry and his band. You loved touring for the most part, but this was something different and exciting, so you flew back home during a break in the tour to work with Olivia on "Vampire." Harry tagged along, happy to watch you work instead of the other way around for once. He had a grin on his face the whole time as he watched you do your thing, playing assistant, grabbing whatever you needed when you asked, and holding a palette for you while you did Olivia's makeup. Overall, it was a fun shoot for both of you.

You were back on tour now, and since you had a little time to kill, you decided to go live for the first time to talk about makeup. If it went well, you could maybe make it a regular thing, so you hoped people actually watched and were interested.

*.*

Brynn watched her phone intently, pen in hand as she waited for Y/n to name-drop the next product she was using so she could write it down and see if she could afford it later. Not only was Brynn a huge fan of Olivia Rodrigo, but she had been a Harry Styles fan since she was in grade school, and when she got the notification that Y/n was going live, she was one of the first people to join.

"Luxury or drugstore makeup? Good question," Y/n said as she moisturized her face. "Honestly both. I love trying new things and seeing what works for me. When I was starting out, I mostly had MAC in my makeup kit, but now I've branched out a little more and added things here and there. But that's my professional kit, which has all the things I know with certainty will work perfectly for whatever look I'm trying to achieve. My personal one is where I do more experimentation with brands and products and trends. I guess that doesn't really answer the question, so both. I definitely use both.

"And what's cool is that Olivia loves makeup too, so she kind of knew her way around and what products worked best for her," Y/n continued.

She's so cool, Brynn thought as Y/n moved onto explaining how she did Olivia's base makeup. She didn't feel like Y/n was trying to push any particular product on her audience, nor did she hide which products she used. Her explanations were clear and easy to follow, and she even gave alternative products when she used one that was on the pricier side.

"Olivia loves herself a glowy base, and we really played that up because of the song. So to give her that Cullen-esque sparkle, I added some liquid highlighter into her foundation."

Brynn watched intently, wanting to see just how Y/n did it. Then, feeling compelled, she typed a comment. She didn't think Y/n would notice it, or be able to see it at all amongst the thousands of others, but she couldn't help but try to be noticed.

As Y/n blended her foundation in, Y/n smiled. "Someone asked how long it takes to do Harry's makeup on tour. Um...It kind of depends. Sometimes it's hard to actually get him in the chair because he gets so pumped up before he goes onstage. But once he settles enough for me to do it, it goes pretty quick. If he lets me, I get to put a little bit of glowy balm on his cheeks, but that's as creative as I get."

Y/n's smile changed, though Brynn couldn't really say how. It was almost like she was exasperated as she talked about Harry, and Brynn became just a tiny bit jealous that this person on the other side of her screen for knowing him well enough to be exasperated by him. What she wouldn't give to chase Harry Styles around so she could do his makeup. It left Brynn wondering how people even got into these situations.

Y/n finished up her base makeup while she answered more questions about the makeup products she used for the music video and a few about Love on Tour. She talked about her favorite songs and the places she'd been and the people she hung out with before and after shows.

"Oh boy, okay. I'm not a huge fan of bold lip colors on myself, but this is what I used on Olivia," Y/n said as she lined her lips. She'd just finished adding a light, almost haphazard, dusting of shimmer to her eyes, and despite the pixelated live stream feed, Brynn could still see it catch the light. "We wanted this to be the focal point of the whole look because, you know, vampires."

Y/n stopped talking briefly as she applied the lipstick she used for the music video, then shifted from side to side with her hands beneath her chin to show off the finished look. "Not my usual style, but—"

"There you are! I've been looking all over for you."

For a moment, Brynn thought she was dreaming. Mouth dropped open in shock, she watched as Harry Styles appeared onscreen in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. His hair was messy, as if he'd just been sleeping or a storm had just run through it. The video quality wasn't great because it was a live stream, but Brynn couldn't help but think he looked so cute and warm with his sleepy eyes, especially as he stretched his arms above his head, though her eyes nearly bugged out of her head when the waistband of his sweatpants dropped a centimeter. Not even caring that they'd fallen a bit, Harry shuffled forward and sat down next to Y/n and kissed her shoulder. He didn't seem to notice Y/n's phone propped up in front of her, or the look of disbelief and slight horror on her face. Not when she tried to speak to him, and not when he leaned forward to kiss her cheek.

And through it all Brynn watched, feeling like she'd entered an alternate dimension.

"You look cute. I like the sparkle," Harry said, tapping his knuckle against Y/n's nose. She still looked like she was in shock, but when he leaned in—leaned in to kiss her, Brynn realized—Y/n seemed to shake off some of her stupor.

"We—We're not alone," she said, gently resting her fingers over Harry's mouth to stop him.

Brynn didn't want to tear her eyes away from Harry and Y/n, but she darted her gaze down to the comment section, which confirmed everything. This was no dream, this was really happening, and everyone who was watching was losing their minds.

"What do you mean, lovie?" Harry asked, brows furrowing, clearly confused by Y/n's odd behavior. He finally looked at the camera, his brows shooting up when he realized that Y/n was live streaming all of this. "Oh."

"Yeah 'oh.'"

"I thought you were on the phone—"

"I wasn't!"

"Well, how was I supposed to know! You didn't tell me. And since when—"

"Harry put a shirt on!"

Brynn watched their bickering in a daze, waiting for the inevitable end of the live stream. To her surprise, though, Harry grinned a little before taking Y/n—and the whole Internet, to be honest—by surprise and kissing her.

"Are you insane?"

Harry merely shrugged. He leaned in again, but Y/n pushed his face back with the palm of her hand. They began to bicker again, but this time, Y/n scrambled for her phone in the process.

"You drive me crazy."

"Now, I know that's not true."

"Harry Edward Styles, I swear to God—"

And just like that, the live stream ended with a wink. Brynn stared down at her phone almost as if she was waiting for Harry and Y/n to reappear on her screen. They didn't, and she was left sitting alone in her bedroom, wondering what the hell had just happened.

[engie-ivy]

Merry Christmas everyone!🎄

1365 words.

“Well, I've never decided that I wanted to stop seeing him!” Hope says defensively, crossing her arms over her chest. “That he's no longer a part of your life doesn't mean he should no longer be a part of mine.”

“He's my ex!” Remus exclaims. “You're my mother! That's exactly what it means!”

Wonderful Once Upon a Time

Make It To Christmas - Alessia Cara

“Well, well, well. Who do we have here?”

Hope Lupin freezes from where she had been sneaking into the house. No, not sneaking. It's her own house after all. Just walking. Inconspicuously. Without making any sound. Trying to not get noticed.

The last part clearly didn't work, as Remus is sitting at the kitchen table, arms crossed over his chest, giving his mother a stern, but also slightly smug, look.

“Remus!” Hope says, just a tad too high-pitched. “Oh my, you startled me.” She lets out a very unconvincing laugh.

Remus just arches an eyebrow. “Where have you been?”

“Oh,” Hope says, trying (and most likely failing) to sound casual. “I was just visiting your auntie Joy.”

“Is that so?” Remus asks slowly.”How strange. Auntie Joy called about an hour ago to tell you she isn't making the Christmas pudding this year. Now, why would she call here to talk to you while you're over there?”

Hope makes an awkward chuckling sound. “Did I say aunt Joy? Silly me, I meant aunt Faith!”

“Oh,” Remus says in a light voice that really should've alarmed her. “How did you like her big Christmas tree?”

“Oh, yes, it's lovely, very lovely,” Hope replies quickly.

“Ahha!” Remus points his finger at her. “Auntie Faith doesn't have a Christmas tree this year, as she's afraid the cat is going to climb it.”

Hope curses inwardly as Remus gets up from his chair and walks over to her, looking at her intently. Hope tries not to squirm under his gaze.

“I ask you again,” Remus says emphatically. “Where have you been?”

Before Hope can answer, Remus’ gaze shifts down for a moment and he notices the package in Hope's bag. His eyes narrow. “Are those… Rosemerta’s cookies?”

Damn Rosemerta for always giving Hope some cookies to take home, and damn herself for being too weak to resist!

“You've had lunch at The Three Balls of Holly,” Remus concludes. Then his eyes widen in shock. “Mother,” he hisses. “Are you having an affair?”

“Yes,” Hope immediately says. “You've caught me. I was out on a clandestine rendez-vous with my secret lover behind your father's back!”

Remus stares at her for a moment and then shakes his head. “Okay, so it's clearly not that. Now tell me where you really were.”

Hope gives up, and decides to come clean. She sighs in defeat. “I was out for lunch with Sirius.”

“What?!” Remus gasps.

“Well, I've never decided that I wanted to stop seeing him!” Hope says defensively, crossing her arms over her chest. “That he's no longer a part of your life doesn't mean he should no longer be a part of mine.”

“He's my ex!” Remus exclaims. “You're my mother! That's exactly what it means!”

“Come on, darling,” Hope says appeasingly. “You know I've always been very fond of the boy.”

Remus doesn't look the slightest bit appeased.

Hope makes herself a cup of tea, with Remus sitting back down at the kitchen table, with a sour look on his face, moping. She sits down across from him and stirs her tea, waiting patiently.

She doesn't have to wait long.

“So,” Remus eventually says reluctantly. “Sirius is back in town, huh?”

“He is,” Hope only replies.

Remus groans in frustration, and forces the next words out. “How was he?”

“Good,” Hope decides to stop teasing him and starts to talk. “He finished art school before the summer, and then spent some months working in New York, building a clientèle, before only recently coming back to town. He seemed well. Still very handsome.” She takes a sip from her tea before adding “And still single.”

“Mum!” Remus warns.

Another silence falls, during which Hope, again, waits patiently.

“Did he…” Remus begins hesitantly after a moment. “Did he say anything about me?”

Hope looks at her son fondly. “Darling, do you really think that Sirius could go and have lunch with your mother and not talk about you?” She giggles. “I was teasing the poor dear-” maybe she does that a bit too often, now that she thinks about it “-and I started telling him all about your father's bad knee, to see how long he would last. He made it an impressive five minutes, before blurting out ‘how's Remus?’ right in the middle of my sentence.” She shakes her head, smiling. “When I told him you now work at the local school, he said he could easily imagine you as a teacher.”

Remus also smiles. “Just like I can easily imagine him in his own art studio, surrounded by his paintings.”

“Oh,” Hope says. “I didn't tell you! You know Mr Kettleburn’s old cottage, in the woods at the edge of town? The one that hasn't been used in almost a year? Well, Sirius bought it! He's going to turn it into his workplace, a calming place for him to paint. Of course our town doesn't quite have the art scene New York has, or much of a market to sell art, but Sirius says he just doesn't feel the inspiration he feels here when he's in the city. He hopes that with the name he has already made and the clientèle he has already built, he'll be able to sell his paintings from here.”

Remus stares at her. “Huh. So Sirius is staying in town.”

Hope tilts her head. “Does that surprise you?”

Remus shrugs. “I guess I just always thought he would either accept that job as Creative Director at his family's company and travel the world meeting interesting, important people, or open up some fancy art gallery in some trendy, artsy neighborhood in New York, or maybe travel to all the major art capitals of the world showcasing his work… I always thought that this small town simply wouldn't be enough for him.”

“Sirius has always been very clear about that,” Hope says gently. “He has always told you that he loves this place, that it feels like home. That this town, his paintings, you, are all he needs.”

“Yeah,” Remus says. “But I always thought he was just saying that, y’know? I was…"

“You were listening to your own fears and anxieties, instead of listening to him,” Hope finishes for him.

Remus rubs his temples. “I really fucked up when it comes to Sirius, didn't I?”

Hope purses her lips. “I certainly wouldn't use that language,” she says. “But yes, I do believe the way you pushed Sirius away was a mistake. But,” she adds in a softer tone. “Sometimes mistakes can be fixed.”

“Right,” Remus says bitterly, averting his eyes. “Like Sirius would ever want to talk to me again after what I did to him.”

Hope holds back a groan of frustration.

Like Sirius would ever want to stay in a place like this. Like Sirius would ever want to talk to me again.

“Well,” she says coolly, crossing her arms over her chest. “If you still haven't learned your lesson about deciding for Sirius what he does and does not want based on your own insecurities rather than talking to him and listening to what he's actually saying, then yes, it's better if you just leave the poor boy alone.”

Remus closes his eyes for a moment. “I really am doing it again, aren't I? I'm sorry. I just…"

“He really misses you, Remus,” Hope says, reaching out and taking her son’s hand. “And I know you miss him too. Sweetheart, everybody makes mistakes, and that's okay.” She squeezes his hand. “Especially if you learn from those mistakes and don't make the same mistakes twice.”

Remus gives her a small smile. “I suppose I could talk to him some time. Especially now that he's gonna be around for the foreseeable future.”

Hope smiles back at him. “That's good to hear, darling.” She gets up from her chair, places her cup in the sink, and walks over to the kitchen door, before turning around in the door opening and adding “Because I invited him over for Christmas brunch tomorrow.”

Remus jerks his head up and stares at her wide-eyed. “Mum!”

“Now excuse me,” Hope smiles innocently. “I've gotta go hang up some more mistletoe.”

“MUM!”

[unfortunatesenseofhumour]

Rereading let the devil in, an excellent founders era fic with accidental soulbond between Tobirama and Izuna, and after hearing Izuna once again complain he couldn't tell what his partner was feeling was struck by the powerful urge to give him Tobirama-style sensing tattoos.

But since this is Izuna, he insisted on them looking like eyeshadow.

This way, he can tell whenever Tobirama is feeling down AND look fabulous in battle even if he didn't have time to apply makeup! Truly an excellent idea :)

@simkjrs @wyrvel still don't know contact policy for fanart on this site, are @s ok? Or should I do something else.

[ovur]

I'd sooner pull teeth than allow this

[poisonheiress]

Since there are no Glitz and Glam head canons or reader inserts yet, I've decided to make my own and share them with you. These are romantic in nature and reader focused so be prepared for that.

Warning: Some head canons suggest a shared S/O while others are for a specific sister.

◆ To begin, I believe that Glitz and Glam are rather jealous lovers, regardless if the partner is shared or not. The jealousy spawns from their connection to Envy and their hellborne status. Low born demons are used to fighting for everything they have, and even with the social boost from their position as Mammon's new figures, Glitz and Glam can only go so far. Adding in their natural leaning for Envy due their birth in the 6th ring, jealousy can come on quick and heavy. As a result, Glitz and Glam worry about their partner's focus falling away from them especially in public, always trying to bring their attention back to them at all costs. While their jealousy normally doesn't extend to the other sister, a shared partner can cause a few spats between the sisters every now and again.

◆ While the Glam sisters are as harsh as Envy demons come, that same bite and vitriol is never extended to their partners even in earlier stages of their relationships. They may keep the same snark in teasing their partner, but they will never insult or degrade their partners. This rule extends to those outside the relationship too. Neither sister responds well to some no-name or paparazzi looking down on their partner as a joke or otherwise. After all, demons aren't kind beings, especially those who spent the beginning of their lives crawling out of the Envy ring's Abyss.

◆ Speaking of rank, Glitz and Glam would definitely spend massive amounts of money on their s/o once they become Mammon’s new figures. While they obviously aren’t getting as big of a cut as they should, it’s much better than what their payments used to be, and as part of their life, their wealth extends to you too. From new clothing and jewelry to elaborate dates, they relish in spoiling their partners as long as they are the only ones doing it.

◆ Their personal life with their partner is never going to be publicized for people’s entertainment if Glitz or Glam have a say in it. They made their peace with the sexualization and objectification that comes with surviving in Hell show business a long time ago, and they don’t want their partner to ever experience the same fate. Attempting to break into their partner’s home or extort their partner either ends in a new corpse for the cleaners or a one way trip to Sloth’s hospitals. Because of this, I don’t see them dating another performer especially one under Mammon’s domain. Neither will risk their one freedom in hell becoming Greed’s newest commodity no matter how much they care about the other person.

◆ For every outfit the Glam sisters buy you, they will steal some of your wardrobe in return. No matter how big or small your clothes are on them, they’ll find a way to make it work. It gets to the point where half your wardrobe has found itself way into their shared closet. Glitz favors hoodies and sweaters, especially cropped ones while Glam prefers taking jackets and shirts. Wearing your lover's clothing is seen as a passive form of marking in Hell, even more so if the clothing has their scent on it, and Glitz and Glam take full advantage of that.

◆ A lot of dates for you on both sides would occur in the Envy ring, specifically in its seas. Since a lot of Glitz and Glam’s early life spent constantly moving about the Abyssal zones, they know all the best spots and love sharing that part of their life with their partners. They also love these dates because it's a lot easier to run from paparazzi underwater and disappear into the depths of the sea. Glitz and Glam also like to bring back souvenirs from their visits to the Envy Ring like pieces of coral and pearls. Glitz has even tried to bring a devil-fish back over the border once, but customs wasn’t found of that idea. Sure, they could bring back other commercial goods, but when it come to Envy, they prefer giving their partners something they found or killed with their own hands, not something that can be bought anywhere else.

◆ Speaking of dates, Glitz and Glam do vary in their preferred activities. Glitz prefers more high stakes, wild kinds of dates like hell’s version of bungee jumping or sky diving. She’ll even take you to swim through the riptides if you want. Glam, on the other hand, prefers more lowkey events like hunting or adventuring into deep sea caves where you two would have more alone time. Of course, they enjoy the traditional dinner dates and events, but they’ll always prefer something exiting with you alone.

◆ Last but not least, physical affection. Neither sister goes beyond hand holding or a few hidden make-outs in public. If they're feeling bold, they may even pull you onto their lap or sit on your lap. At home, they are a lot more hands on. Being Glam’s partner means that she’d gonna be wrapped around you like a second skin. She likes to have her hands on you at all times if possible. Cuddling with her is similar to being a straight jacket with the grip she has. It gets to the point where she’d rather pick you up to move then let you move around at all. On the plus side, cuddling with her means gossiping for hours straight on anyone and everyone, and her connection to stardom means that she's never out of thing to talk about.

◆ While Glitz likes affection just as much as her sister, she doesn't need to be touching her partner all the time, choosing to stay and sit close to you to fill her urge in public. Cuddling wise, I think Glitz is the kind of partner who lays on top of you, putting all her weight on you, and the only way to get her off is to move her yourself. With you captive under her, she will tell every bad joke her sister keeps from entering their act and she won't stop until you laugh. Glitz also loves her sticking her cold, webbed hands under your shirt to warm them up, laughing like a banshee when you jump at the touch.

◆ In the end, the Glam sisters fall slow but love hard. They may have each other, but they crave another person to share their lives with that will see them as something more then Greed's newest product. You have to hang on to what makes you happy in hell, and they'll cling to you till the end of their lives if you let them.

[waitimcomingtoo]

The Suit

Pairing: Tom Holland x Makeup artist!Reader

Synopsis: you meet Tom on the set of No Way Home as his make up artist and he begins to suspect you only like him when he’s wearing the Spiderman suit

Masterlist

“All right Adam. I’m ready for you to make me the sexy kind of dirty looking.” Tom rubbed his hands together as he entered the makeup trailer. Instead of seeing his normal makeup artist, you turned around with an armful of makeup palettes and a tangerine barely hanging on between two of your fingers. You quickly swallowed the orange slice in your mouth and gave Tom a sheepish smile.

“Hi.” You tried to wave, almost dropping some of your palettes. Tom quickly stepped forward and helped catch the palettes.

“Hi. You’re not Adam.” He returned the shy smile as he steadied you. You set the orange down on the counter and set the rest of the palettes on a tray.

“No, I’m not. I’m Y/n. I’m the new makeup artist.”

“You are? What happened to Adam?”

“He had a family emergency and had to go back home. I was called to fill in for him for the rest of production.”

“Oh. Well it’s nice to meet you. I’m Tom.” Tom said as he held out his hand. He could not take his eyes off of you as you shook his hand.

“I know. I know who you are.” You laughed shyly and let your hand linger in his for a minute before pulling away.

“Y/n, huh? Do you have a last name?” Tom asked as he sat down in the make up chair.

“I might.” You shrugged as you draped a cape over him to protect his clothes.

“Can I know it?” He asked as he looked at you in the brightly lit mirror.

“It’s L/n. Why?”

“So I can look you up and see your work. I don’t let just anyway touch this face.” He scoffed, making you laugh. He felt like he had successfully broken the ice and watched with awe as you got out your makeup.

“I wouldn’t either. It’s a pretty great face.” You smiled at him in the mirror as you painted some primer on his face with a brush.

“Thanks. You have a pretty great face too.” He said softly. You mixed some foundation on the back of your hand.

“I’m surprised to see you not in the suit.” You commented as you painted his foundation on his face.

“Yeah. Not for this scene.” Tom shrugged and looked down at his clothes. You nodded and pulled out the filming schedule to check what makeup you had to do on him for the next scene.

“Oh.” You said quietly and let out a little gulp.

“What?” Tom wondered.

“You’re shirtless in this scene. I’m supposed to do some dirt streaks on your chest and arms and a cut on your left shoulder blade.” You said as you set the schedule down on the counter. Tom watched you in the mirror as you went to the closet and got out some body paint. You came back over to him and looked him up and down.

“Um, can you….” You trailed off and smiled nervously.

“Yeah. Sure.” Tom unbuttoned his cape and pulled his shirt over his head. You looked him up and down again and let out another gulp.

“Thanks.” You said quietly. Tom smiled shyly at you and rested his arms on the arm rest. You got some brown paint on a sponge and dabbed it on Tom’s shoulder, making him flinch.

“Sorry. I thought that was gonna be cold.” He laughed in embarrassment.

“I warmed it up before you came.” You admitted. “When I thought I would just be doing your face. And not your…you know. Body and what not.”

“Wow. That was really smart.” Tom complimented as you brought the color down his bicep.

“This isn’t my first rodeo.” You shrugged and gave him a coy smile in the mirror.

“How long have you been doing makeup?”

“Couple years. This is my first high profile job though. I can’t believe they hired me to work on a Marvel movie. They won’t actually tell me the name of the movie though. But its still exciting.”

“The movie is called No Way Home. But you didn’t hear it from me. I actually had to hear it from someone else because they refused to tell me. And just so you know, I think you’re doing a great job so far.”

“Am I? Because this dirt streak I just made on your arm kinda looks like a penis.” You said as you turned Tom’s arm towards the mirror to show him the phallus shaped make you had made on his body.

“Wow. Look at that. It does look like a penis.” Tom noticed.

“Sorry. I’m just a little nervous.” You laughed nervously and wiped the makeup off.

“Why?” He wondered as you started over.

“Because I’m kinda a fan and you’re kinda shirtless.” You said quietly as you looked him up and down again.

“Well you’re kinda doing a grt job.” Tom said, blushing from the way you were looking at him.

“Thanks.” You smiled softly at him as you moved in front of him to paint a dirt streak on his collar bone.

“Damn it.” You mumbled under your breath.

“What’s wrong?” Tom wondered.

“I made another penis.” You whined a little and grabbed a makeup wipe.

“Hey, for what it’s worth, its a really good penis.” Tom assured you, making you laugh again.

“Is it?” You laughed and he nodded.

“Can I, uh…” You trailed off again as your eyes flicked up and down his body.

“Yeah. Go ahead. Do what you need to do.” Tom smiled softly. You sucked in a nervous breath and rested your hand on his shoulder as you fixed the streak on his collar bone.

“Thanks.” You said quietly once you finished up. Tom nodded in response and watched as you dug around in your makeup kit.

“Chin up, please.” You asked as you held up a brush with fake blood on the top. Tom tilted his face up and you cupped his chin between your fingers. His face flushed a few red as you painted a cut above his eyebrow.

“Who are you fighting in this scene? Because they got you pretty good.”

“I can’t tell you that, darling.” Tom clicked his tongue. “You’ll just have to see the movie.”

“Wow.” You said sarcastically. “Just like every body else.”

“Maybe I could sneak you an advanced copy. If you’re lucky.”

“I’m feeling pretty lucky.” You smirked as you gave him a fake bloody nose. You exchanged a smile before you went back to your makeup kit.

“Do you think you’ll be in the suit tomorrow?” You asked him.

“Not tomorrow. I think next week. Why?”

“No reason.” You said quietly. Tom eyed you curiously in the mirror but said nothing.

As the week went on, Tom’s favorite part of his day became the time he spent in your makeup chair. He didn’t end up wearing the Spiderman suit for the first two weeks he knew you, but he noticed that you asked about it often. Finally, on your third week on set, Tom showed up to your makeup trailer in the Spiderman suit.

“Good morning, darling.” Tom greeted as he stepped into the trailer. You had a makeup brush between your teeth as you peeled an orange with your hands. You looked up at him and dropped your jaw, making the make up brush fall and clatter to the floor.

“What?” He wondered when he saw your eyes widen.

“Bruh.” You mumbled under your breath.

“What was that, love?”

“Bruh.” You repeated, louder this time.

“What? Whats wrong?” He laughed in confusion as he looked down at his suit.

“You’re in the suit.” You said and gulped a little.

“Yeah. I’m in the suit all day today. What do you think?” He asked as he gestured to his costume.

“Looks good.” You squeaked and quickly turned around. You began to fumble with your makeup, accidentally dropping a couple brushes on the ground.

“Yeah, I think so too. It’s a new one they made for this movie.” Tom eyed your curiously as he sat down in the chair.

“Uh huh.” You nodded, keeping your back to him as you dug around in your makeup bag. Tom could see your face in the mirror and noticed you looked visibly flustered.

“The colors are different and they added this band here. Do you like it?” Tom asked as he looked up at you with a coy smile.

“Uh huh.” You said again, making his smile grow. He could tell the suit was having an effect on you and he was loving it.

“It’s kinda tight, though. Tighter than the last one.” He said as he adjusted himself in the seat.

“Uh huh.” You gulped, hands shaking as you painted some foundation on his face. Tom frowned a little and gently pulled your hand away from his face.

“Are you okay, love?” He asked you.

“What? I’m fine.” You scoffed like it was the most ridiculous thing you had ever heard and went back to doing his makeup. Instead of the normal banter that occurred when you did his makeup, you stayed silent as you made up his face.

“Are you sure you’re okay, love? You’re very quiet today.”

“I’m fine. I just…” You trailed off and took a step back, biting down on the end of your makeup brush as you looked at him.

“I just think you look really good in the suit.” You said quietly. “That’s all.”

“Oh. Thanks.” Tom smirked and sat up straighter in his chair.

As the weeks went on, you and Tom grew closer. He woke up every morning and couldn’t wait to go to your makeup trailer to see you and eat the orange slices you always provided. You were always very friendly with each other, but something was different whenever he was in the Spiderman suit. You couldn’t keep your hands off him when he was wearing it, forever playing with his hair or touching his face. You were nicer to him, complimented him more, and were all around flirtier whenever he was in the suit.

A couple months after filming ended, you and Tom were still close. He showed up at your house one day with two presents in hand. You opened your front door and smiled at the sight of him in a Spiderman printed hoodie.

“Hey. Up for a movie night?” Tom asked as he held up a DVD.

“What’s this?” You wondered and took the DVD from him.

“An advanced copy of the movie. Still feeling lucky?” He asked, making your eyes widen in excitement.

“Extremely. Let’s do it.” You grinned and pulled him by the hand into your room. You sat down together on your couch and put the movie into your DVD player before hitting play. You and Tom sat shoulder to shoulder as you watched the movie for the first time. It was the most highly anticipated movie of the decade, but all he could look at was you to gage your reaction. At that moment, your approval was the most important thing in the world to him. When the movie ended, you shut off your TV and looked over at Tom.

“So what did you think?” He asked you. You looked at Tom did a double take.

“Wait, who the fuck are you?” You asked and pulled away a little.

“Very funny.” Tom playfully rolled his eyes at you.

“I’m just teasing.” You smiled at him. “Really, I’m so proud of you Tommy. I can’t wait for the world to see this movie.”

“Me either. I’m glad we got to do this together.” Tom returned the smile as he took your hand into his.

“So am I. But I didn’t do much. It was all you.” You said as you squeezed his hand.

“That’s not true. I left your makeup chair feeling very confident every day thanks to your incredible work.”

“Well I had a pretty nice canvas to work with. And makeup can only take you so far. I just accentuated the confidence that was already within you.”

“You’re sweet.” Tom blushed and sheepishly rubbed his eyes.

“And you’re blushing. It’s like you’re in love with me or something.” You clicked your tongue, making Tom blush harder.

“Or something.” He mumbled and gave you a shy smile. You returned the smile and let the eye contact linger for a minute. Your eyes flicked down to your still intertwined hands and you gave his hand another squeeze.

“I have to say, I’m really gonna miss seeing you in that suit.” You told him as you rubbed the back of his hand with your thumb.

“I’m really gonna miss seeing you.” Tom said softly as his eyes slowly traveled from your hands to your eyes. You stared at each other for a moment until you got so nervous that you looked away. Tom felt a jolt of disappointment and cleared his throat.

“I, uh, I have another present for you.” Tom said as he got off your bed. He went over to his bag and pulled out a Manila folder.

“Another present?”

“Yes. Here.” He smiled nervously and handed you the folder. You looked at him curiously before opening the folder and looking inside.

“What’s this?”

“A job offer. I know Sony hired you to work on me just for this movie, but I was hoping I could hire you to be my personal make up artist? You’d come with me on press tours and movie sets and stuff and basically lead my makeup team.” Tom explained as he nervously toyed with his fingers.

“You want to hire me? Full time?” You looked up at him with a smile.

“Of course I do. You’re the best at what you do. And I only settle for the best.”

“We have that in common.” Your smile grew as you stood up from the bed.

“Is that a yes?” Tom asked hopefully. You grabbed a pen from your night stand and signed the contract right in front of Tom before handing it back to him.

“Pleasure doing business with you, Holland.” You said as you held out your hand.

“Pleasure is all mine, darling.” He grinned as he shook your hand.

A couple months later, Tom was sitting at home, bored and thinking of you. The press tour would be starting soon but he couldn’t wait that long. He needed to see you and he needed to see you now.

“I need you. emergency!!!” He texted you and impatiently waited for a response.

“I’ll be right there” You texted back and he smiled in relief. Thirty minutes later, you showed up at Tom’s house and used your spare key to get inside. Tom looked up from his phone and did a double take when he saw you in a body hugging lavender dress.

“What’s wrong? What’s the emergency?” You asked as you dropped your purse on his couch.

“I…I have a pimple.” Tom blinked a few times in surprise as he shamelessly checked you out in your dress.

“Are you kidding me? I left a date for a zit?” You asked as you sat down on the couch beside him.

“Hold on. You were on a date? With who?” Tom felt an instant bolt of jealously into his stomach.

“Your mom. She sends her love by the way. Now come here.” You replied as you cupped his face to get a better look at his pimple. Tom gulped a little as his eyes flickered to your lips.

“Holy shit. That’s really juicy.” You gasped when you saw the white head on his chin.

“No. You’re not popping it. It’ll leave a mark.” Tom shook his head and pulled away from you.

“It’s so cute how you think you can stop me.” You smiled fondly and put a thumb on either side of the pimple.

“Ow.” Tom winced as you popped it.

“Shut up, baby.” You teased.

“Did you just call me baby?”

“I was calling you a baby. There’s a difference.”

“Uh huh. So who were you on a date with?” Tom asked as he looked at your dress again.

“Just some guy.” You shrugged.

“Did you like him?” Tom asked nervously.

“He was okay. Kinda boring. But he looked like Jake from Hannah Montana.”

“That doesn’t mean anything to me. I was team Jesse.”

“I was both. It literally stresses me out so much to think about what would happen if I was ever in that situation. I never would’ve been able to choose between Jesse and Jake. I have lost so much sleep over this. If We Were A Movie slaps but He Could Be The One? Are you kidding? Are you actually kidding? They were both so hot. Jesse had the forbidden love angle but Jake had the enemies to lovers arc. I don’t know how Miley chose. She is a stronger woman than I am.”

“Seems to me like you’re team Jake. Since you were just out on a date with him and all.” Tom said and playfully rolled his eyes.

“Shut up.” You laughed and pulled out your phone. “I left before our food came so I’m ordering a pizza.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you hadn’t eaten yet.” Tom frowned. “In my defense though, it was a really juicy pimple and you are my make up artist. But I’m sorry I ruined your date.”

“No you’re not.” You chuckled.

“No, I’m not.” He agreed. “What are you doing going on dates with other boys? I thought we were in the middle of our friends to lovers arc?”

“Oh, please. You’re an actor. You should know better than anyone that a third party has to be introduced to create a jealousy plot that finally pushes the love interests together.”

“Right.” Tom smiled. “My mistake.”

“All right. Pizza will be here in 10 minutes. I’m getting changed.” You put your phone down and got off the couch. Tom watched you as you walked into his bed room while unzipping the back of your dress.

“You can take some of my-“

“Already doing it.” You called from his bedroom as you riffled through his pajama drawer. Once you went into the bathroom, Tom went into his room and grabbed some pajamas for himself. You came out of the bathroom in a pair of Tom’s pajamas and saw him in a fuzzy Spiderman onesie.

“Aw. You look so cute.” You gushed and ran your fingertips down his arm.

“Thanks. I’m pretty sure this is meant for children, but.” Tom shrugged as a blush painted his cheeks

“I miss seeing you in the suit. You look so good in it. Even in pajama form.”

You sighed happily as you kept a hand on his shoulder and shamelessly checked him out.

“Thanks, darling.” Tom smiled shyly and took a step closer to you. You slowly looked up into his eyes and let your gaze drop to his lips. You both started to lean in but right before your lips could touch, the doorbell rang.

“Uh, pizzas here.” You said in a quiet voice without ever taking your eyes away from his lips. You quickly turned and left the room, leaving Tom alone with his disappointment.

A few weeks later, you were in a hotel room in Los Angeles the night before the start of the press tour. You were along for the ride as Tom’s makeup artist, which was exciting in itself. But what excited you the most was that you were on your very first press tour for a highly anticipated movie. You were setting out your clothes when you heard a knock at your door.

“Darling? It’s me. Can you open up?”

You opened the door and immediately lit up with joy when you saw that Tom was wearing his Spiderman suit.

“No way. Where did you get this?” You grinned as you put your hands on his chest.

“I have to wear it tomorrow for my appearance at Disney land. I thought I’d come surprise you.” Tom smiled sheepishly as he looked down at his suit.

“You put this on just for me?” You asked as you ran your fingertips up and down his arms.

“Well I know how much you like it.” He shrugged as he kept his eyes on you.

“I do like it. Come on in.” You slipped your hand into his and pulled him into your room. Tom noticed that you didn’t let go of his hand, even once you were behind closed doors.

“So what have you been doing tonight?” He asked as he ran his gloved thumb over your knuckles.

“Just getting an outfit ready for tomorrow. Can I get your opinion?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

“Stay here. I’ll be right back.” You pushed him down on your bed before going over to your bathroom. Tom swung his legs as he waited for you to come out of the bathroom.

“This is option number one. What do you think?” You asked once you came out of the bathroom in a red floral romper.

“You look beautiful, darling. I love those things on you. What are they called? Rumper?”

“Romper.” You laughed. “You were close. Let me show you option two.”

You disappeared back in the bathroom and came back out a few minutes later in a little black dress. You leaned against the bathroom doorframe with one arm and put your hand on your hip to show off your dress.

“So? What do you think?”

“Wow. That’s a bit extravagant for Disney land, don’t you think?” Tom gulped as he shamelessly stared at you in the dress.

“It’s not for Disney. It’s for after. In case we want to celebrate your big movie.”

“Our big movie, love.” He corrected you with a smile.

“I don’t know. You’re the star. People are coming to see you. And I mean, I can’t blame them. You’re just so damn nice to look at.” You said as you walked over to him. You rested your hands on Tom’s shoulders and sat down on his lap.

“Especially in this suit.” You said before connected your lips to his. Tom’s hands rubbed up and down your body as he kissed you. You tangled your fingers in his curls as he pulled your bottoms lip between his teeth.

“What are we doing?“ He asked against your lips.

“I don’t know.“ You shook your head and continued to kiss him. There was a knock at the door suddenly, making you jump apart.

“Fuck. The tangerine.” You whispered and looked angry with yourself.

“What was that?“ Tom wondered.

“I’m so sorry. I ordered room service right before you came.” You smiled apologetically and got up from the bed. You threw a robe on before answering the door. When you came back, you had a single orange in your hand.

“That’s all you got? One orange?” Tom asked in disbelief, lips still tingling from the kiss.

“Don’t judge me.” You whispered again as you began to peel the orange.

“I’m not. As long as you share.” Tom shrugged, making you smile. You broke the orange in half and handed it to him.

“Here.”

“Thanks. Sony will kill me if I get juice all over this. I’m gonna take this off.” He told you as he got up from the bed.

“Oh. Okay.” You said. Tom noticed that you looked visibly disappointed and looked down at his suit.

“I mean, I could leave it on for a little longer.”

“Okay.” You smiled, all traces of disappointment gone. Tom frowned a little at your unexplained mood change but said nothing.

A couple days into the press tour, Tom sat in your makeup chair as you got him ready for a photoshoot with Toby and Andrew. It would be your first time meeting Toby and Andrew and your hands shook as you primed Tom’s face.

“I’m so excited. I can’t believe this is happening. I mean, the three of you together in a room again? I can’t wait. I’m so excited.” You said through a smile as you placed concealer under Tom’s eyes.

“I can tell.” Tom chuckled. “I can’t believe you joined production after we filmed the scenes with Andrew and Toby.”

“Don’t remind me. That’s why I’m so happy I get to be here today. Eek! I’m gonna scream.” You said in a high pitched voice.

“You just did.” He teased.

“Shut up and get out of my chair.” You playfully scolded him as you took the makeup cape off of him, revealing his suit. You stepped back and let out a happy sigh and he stood up and looked at himself in the mirror.

“All done?” He turned to you to ask. You nodded and walked up to him, placing your hands on his shoulders and dusting them off.

“All done.” You told him. “You look very handsome.”

“Thanks, darling.” He smiled softly. You looked at each other for a moment and he started to lean in.

“If I kissed you right now, would it mess up my makeup?”

“Did you feel me use lipstick on you, dumbass?” You replied in the same hushed tone he was using.

“No.” He shook his head as a smile tugged at his lips.

“Then it wouldn’t mess up your makeup, would it?”

“No.” His smile grew right before he leaned in to kiss you. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled against his lips. As per usual, the kiss was interrupted by the sound of knocking at the door.

“Tom, they’re ready for you.” Someone called through the door. You looked at each other and sighed before Tom stole a few more kisses.

“We should go.” He sighed again and kissed your cheek before leading you out of the room. When you walked onto the set of the photo shoot, you saw Toby and Andrew in their respective Spiderman suits, knocking the wind out of you.

“Oh my God. I’m gonna die.“ You whispered.

“You’re not gonna die. I got you.” Tom assured you. You hung back as Tom went up to Toby and Andrew, just happy to be in the room with them all. Toby left to take individual picture and you hung back as Tom talked to Andrew. You were perfect out content with staying back when you saw Tom look back at you and wave you over. You quickly shook your head and he laughed a little and waved you over until you walked to where he was.

“This is my makeup artist, Y/n.” Tom said as he put a hand on your back.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/n.” Andrew said and held out his hand.

“You too.” You said and shook his hand, smiling when you felt the material of his gloves. Tom noticed the way you were staring at Andrew, a look that was usually reserved for him, and felt a little pang of jealousy.

“Tom, over here.” The photographer called.

“I’ll be right back.” He told you before running over to the photographer, leaving you and Andrew alone. The photographer was telling Tom something, but he wasn’t listening to a single word. He was too busy staring at you as you threw your head back laughing at something Andrew had said.

“You look so good. Like seriously amazing.” You complimented Andrew as you gestured to him.

“What? In this old thing?” He joked as he looked down at his suit.

“I must’ve seen your movies a million times. I can’t even believe you’re standing in front of me in the suit right now.” You said, kicking yourself internally for geeking out in front of him.

“Me either. I definitely did not think I’d be slipping back into this thing.” Andrew told you as Tom eavesdropped.

“Well I’m glad you did. You look amazing. I think your suit might be my favorite of all of them.”

“Is it?” Andrew laughed, making Tom’s jealousy grow.

“Yeah. Don’t tell Tom.” You said and winked at him. Tom threw up a little in his mouth and quickly slapped a hand over his mouth.

“You okay, Tom?” The photographer asked. Tom quickly nodded and ran off the set. He washed his mouth out in the bathroom before looking at himself in the mirror.

“All right. That wasn’t a very reasonable reaction.” He said to his reflection. “Get it together. We must stay focused brothers.”

Tom splashed some water on his face before going back to the set. You excused yourself and walked over to Tom.

“There you are. I was looking for you.“

“Here I am.” Tom smiled weakly. “Can we talk later? It’s important.”

“Oh, okay, sure. You know where to find me.” You said as instinctively touched up his hair.

“I will do that. I will find you.” Tom nodded. You gave him a strange look before he got called over to the backdrop.

When Tom knocked on your door that night, he had a whole speech planned for you. He needed to know what the stolen kisses meant for your relationship. You had crossed a line you had never crossed before and he hoped that meant your friendship would evolve into a relationship. He knocked on your door and anxiously waited until you opened up.

“Hey.” He smiled nervously when you opened up.

“Hey Tom. What’s up?”

Tom noticed you didn’t kiss him and his smile faltered a little. You weren’t being cold to him, but you also weren’t giving him the attention you usually gave him. The attention he got when he was wearing the suit.

“I just wanted to stop by and say hi before went went to bed. That’s all.” He said, chickening out from asking you what he came to ask.

“Aw. You’re so sweet. Hi.”

“Sweet?” He whispered to himself as you went to close the door.

“Wait, didn’t you want to talk about something?” You said and opened the door again.

“It can wait. Have a good night.” He said quickly before practically running away.

On the night of the premier, you anxiously bounced your leg as you and Tom wete driven to the premier. He was in a black suit and tie and you were in a red dress with black beading on it that resembled spider webbing. He sensed your nerves and put a hand on your knee before giving you a reassuring smile. You put your hand over his and squeezed it as the driver pulled up to the premier.

“You’ll do great. Just follow my lead.” He whispered in your ear as he led you over to the first journalist.

“Hi Tom! You’re looking incredible tonight. And who are you with?” The journalist asked as he held the microphone out.

“This is my makeup artist, Y/n. She’s also my date tonight.” Tom smiled proudly at you and rubbed your back.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/n. You both look amazing. How are you feeling tonight?” The journalist asked you.

“I’m very excited. It’s my first big Hollywood premier.”

“First of many. Once the world sees her incredible work in this movie, every executive in Hollywood will be begging for her to work on their productions. It’s too bad, though. Because she signed a contact with me. She’s all mine.” Tom said as you shared a fond smile.

“So as his makeup artist, you must’ve gotten to see all behind the scenes action. What was your reaction the first time you saw him in the suit?”

“Oh my God.” You chuckled. “It was kinda embarrassing, actually.”

“Embarrassing? Why?”

“She was a little star struck.” Tom said as he pinched his fingers together.

“I was very star struck. I couldn’t even get a word out. And he still hasn’t let me live it down.”

“Because you had that reaction every single time you saw me in the suit. We worked together on this movie for five months and you must’ve seen me in that suit a hundred times. Yet every time, you’d freak out.”

“I couldn’t help it. I’ve loved the character of Spiderman since I was a kid so seeing you in person in the suit was surreal every time. When I used to watch Tobys movie a million times as a kid, I never thought they’d be doing remakes. And I certainly never thought I’d be working on one. It was a truly magical experience and I was reminded of how lucky I was every time I saw you in the suit.” You said as you looked at Tom, forgetting entirely about the journalist.

“It’s a great suit. It’s iconic.” The journalist added, reminding you that she was there.

“It is.” You agreed. “And he looks amazing in it.”

“And get this, she totally treats me different when I’m in the suit.” Tom said for the first time out loud.

“I know. I do. I can’t help it. I just love seeing you in the suit so much.” You replied, surprising Tom that you already knew you tested him differently.

“Treats you differently how?” The journalist asked.

“For starters, she never stops touching me.”

“I like the way it feels.” You shrugged. “It’s like a basketball.”

“But you don’t keep your hands to the suit. You play with my hair and my ears and whatever else you can reach.”

“Yeah. I just like it. I like the way it looks on you.”

“I don’t know about that. I swear, you like me better when I’m in the suit.” Tom said and clicked his tongue.

“Maybe I do.” You shrugged as the two of you held eye contact.

“Wow.” He pretended to be offended.

“I’m kidding. I love you always.” You assured him, making him blush. The rest of the night went by in a blur as you went from journalist to journalist and avoided questions about both the movie and your relationship to each other.

You went back to Toms hotel room that night, still buzzing with adrenaline from the premier. Your were seated on his bed scrolling through your Instagram as he took off his suit jacket.

“What are you looking at?”

“Just some pictures from tonight. I can’t get over how magical it was.” You sighed happily as you scrolled through the photos. You turned your phone to show him a picture of you under the gigantic Spiderman inflatable that was over the entrance of the premier.

“Look at that. I look so good under you.” You said with a coy smile.

“I’ve noticed.” Tom smirked as his eyes flicked between you and picture. “You looked beautiful tonight, darling. Absolutely radiant.”

“You didn’t look so bad yourself.” You said as you popped his collar up.

“It’s because I have a really good makeup artists. You’d like her.” Tom joked as you started to undo his tie.

“I bet I would. I have to say, as handsome as you look in a tuxedo, nothing beats the Spiderman suit.” You smiled as you tugged his tie off.

“You really love that suit, don’t you?” Tom smirked as you began to undo the buttons of his shirt.

“I do. You look so confident when you wear it. So tall and sure of yourself. You stand straighter too. I’ll never get over how good you look in it.” You said as you slowly looked up into his eyes.

“Thanks, darling.” Tom said quietly with his eyes locked on your lips.

“You’re welcome. You know I fall in love with you every time I see you in the suit, right?” You asked him.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. It’s true. You should wear it more often.”

“Maybe I will.” He gulped. “Can I show you something I stole from set?”

“Okay.” You laughed skeptically as Tom went over to his closet. He riffled around for a minute before pulling out his Spiderman suit.

“No way.” You gasped. “You stole an entire costume?”

“They have a million of these. They won’t miss it.”

“Can you put it on for me?” You asked as you walked over to him.

“You want me to?”

“Pretty please?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Stay right here. Don’t move. I swear to God. I’ll be right back.” Tom pecked your lips before disappearing into the bathroom. He came out a few minutes later in his suit, making you suck in a sharp breath.

“Oh fuck yes.” You sighed happily before crashing your lips to his. Tom’s gloved hands wrapped around your body as he kissed you the way he had been dreaming off since the first day he walked into your makeup trailer. You stumbled back towards the bed and he climbed on top of you without ever breaking the kiss.

“If anyone knocks at the door I swear to God.” Tom groaned against your lips, making you laugh.

“They won’t.” You giggled into the kiss.

“I’ve been wanting to do this forever.” Tom sighed as he kissed down your neck.

“So have I, Peter.” You replied, making him stop. He instantly sat up and covered his mouth with his hand.

“Oh my God.”

“Woah. What’s wrong?” You wondered.

“You just called me Peter.” He said as he got off the bed.

“No I didn’t.” You laughed.

“You did. You totally just called me Peter.” Tom stated as he started to undo the zips of his suit.

“Tom, don’t be silly. Why would I call you Peter?”

“Because you’re not in love with me. You’re in love with him.” Tom said sadly as he came to the realization for himself.

“Him? Who’s him?”

“Peter. The suit. The character. All of it. You don’t want me. You just think you do because of how much you love the character.” Tom said as he struggled to get out of the suit by kicking his feet around.

“Tom. At least let me help you.” You said as you watched him struggle.

“No. I don’t want your help. I’m so stupid. How did I not see that from the beginning? You’ve always treated me differently when I was in the suit. We joked about how you only liked me when I was wearing it, but that wasn’t a joke, was it?”

You got off the bed and walked over to Tom, who was still struggling to get the suit off. You touched his cheek and he stopped. When he looked at you, you could see that his eyes were glassy with tears.

“Tom. While I appreciate a good theory as much as the next guy, what you’re saying isn’t true.”

“Then how come we only kiss when I’m in the suit? That’s the only time we go from friends to more.” Tom said sadly without meeting your eyes.

“I have an answer. I swear, I do. I just can’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s embarrassing. Can you just take my word for it that I love you always, not just when you’re in the suit?” You said as you rested your hands on his shoulders.

“I want to believe you. I really do. But I can’t. Not without an explanation.” Tom said. You nodded in understanding and took a deep breath before mumbling something under your breath.

“What was that?” Tom asked.

“I was very clear.” You shrugged, making Tom’s confusion grow.

“I literally didn’t hear a single word you said.”

“Because the suit makes me wicked horny, okay?” You shouted in exasperation. “Like unbearably horny. I can hide my feelings for you when you’re in plain clothes but when you’re in the suit, I’m defenseless. I’m a goner. I don’t stand a chance. Not one single chance, Tom. I’m in love with you no matter what you’re wearing but when I see you in that goddamn suit, I cannot control myself. I am completely helpless to the violent lust that takes over my body when I see you in the suit. It’s like I go into heat or something. Or like a really horny demon possesses my body. I wanna bark when I see you. I wanna scream “awooga” and whistle. Do you understand? You make me want to catcall you. I can literally feel my heartbeat in my vagina. Do you know how turned on you have to be to feel your heartbeat in your vagina? No. You don’t. Because you don’t have a vagina. But I do. And when I see you in that suit, my vagina - are you laughing at me?”

“No.” Tom shook his head as he put a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter.

“Are you laughing at me? Are you seriously fucking laughing at me?” You asked as you playfully smacked his arm.

“Awooga?” He said before bursting out laughing.

“Awooga? I just confessed my feelings for you and all you can say is “awooga”?

“You said it first.” He mumbled under his breath.

“I hate you.” You whined and walked away from him.

“Hold up.” He caught your wrist. “If you’re so in love with me, then why did you just call me Peter?”

“I don’t really have an explanation for that one. The only explanation I can offer is that “Tom” is only one syllable and that’s kinda hard to moan.” You shrugged, making Tom smile in relief.

“Fair enough.” He replied. You walked back over to him and tilted his chin up to make him look at you.

“I love you, Tom. Not Peter. Not your suit. You. Only you.”

“I love you too.” Tom smiled softly.

“You can put your clothes back on now. I’ll still love you in your pajamas.”

“You better.” Tom said before leaning in to kiss you again. He grabbed a pair of pajamas and got changed in the bathroom before coming back into the room.

“There he is.” You smiled. “My love.”

Tom returned the smile as he cupped your face and kissed you again. This time, you were able to kiss each other without all the confusion clouding your minds. Tom pulled away after a minute to look at you.

“I love you, darling. I’ve loved you for a long time. I love you and I’m glad you exist.”

“I love you too, Andrew.” You replied, making his smile immediately drop.

“That was a joke. I swear.” You told him with a short laugh.

“You’re not as funny as you think you are.” Tom shook his head and started to walk away. You laughed again and grabbed him by the hand.

“Come back. I’m sorry. Let’s kiss and make up. Get it? Because I’m your makeup artist?”

“It’s a good thing you’re so good at makeup because you do not have a future in standup comedy.“ Tom mumbled, making you playfully gaps. He cracked a smile and wrapped his arms around you.

“In all seriousness, I’d like you to be more than my makeup artist, love. I want you to be my girlfriend.”

“I want that too.” You told him as you rested your forehead against his. You tilted your chin up to kiss him again, which he happily accepted. When you pulled away, your eyes flicked over to the Spiderman suit that was laying lifelessly on the ground.

“What would you say to putting the suit-“

“No.” Tom said immediately.

“It was worth a shot.”

the end

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Asymmetrical Atrocity

An Obscure Oneshot

Inspiration Art by Tracy J Butler

Mordecai Heller has done a lot of dastardly things in his line of work. He murdered the competition, tortured information from the mouths of gangsters and threw numerous bodies into both rivers surrounding Saint Louis, all at the behest of his savior turned employer. Atlas May is a discerning man of many accomplishments, one who knows when to conduct a business intervention to protect his investments, and when a massacre is the only way to send a message, which is what Mordecai manages alongside Viktor, his cohort.

The tom tuxedo appreciates swift, decisive action as much as the entrepreneur who owns the Lackadaisy Speakeasy. As such, he rarely finds grievance with expectation, carrying out every assignment with extreme prejudice and efficiency. Alongside Viktor's sheer strength and bulk, they form a formidable partnership that's seen the underground liquor spring swell in popularity, creating quite the business for the ever-ambitious Atlas May.

This is work Mordecai excels at, even prefers despite the moral ambiguity most would consider troubling. What he doesn't enjoy are the languid, supposedly quiet stretches of time between jobs, where he is forced to attend Mrs May's exhaustingly raucous parties. Sometimes, he can convince Atlas to let him work instead and buries his nose in the Little Daisy Cafe's books, changing expenses and stock to hide their underground extracurriculars.

But not tonight.

Atlas is out of town collecting his goddaughter - why anyone would want responsibility for a child that isn't even theirs is beyond Mordecai - and taken Viktor with him, meaning other than the band and Horatio, everyone to step foot inside the Lackadaisy that evening would be a potential threat to his wife's life. Atlas has specifically ordered his sharpshooter to stay close to her all evening, so there is no escaping it.

Tonight, he's Mitzi May's bodyguard.

While he never needs an excuse to dress properly, the tom had taken time to dress correctly for tonight; a black three piece suit over a crisp, white shirt, his trademark blood red tie pressed and carefully secured about his neck before it's tucked into his waistcoat and secured with a silver pin, a holster on each shoulder each containing loaded pistols (obscured under his jacket, for security), a knife in each garter beneath his slacks and of course, the piece de resistance - a pocket square matching his tie.

His wayward hair carefully smoothed down and pince-nez shined to perfection, he'd reported to Mrs May's rooms at precisely six, as requested. He at least feels at home dressed up - poor Viktor always looks ridiculously uncomfortable in a suit - even if he's dreading the actual party. He takes a moment to check his pocket square is properly placed before rapping his knuckles on her door. 

"Come in, door's open."

The reply is immediate, but Mordecai hesitates on the threshold, hand still curled and raised uselessly in the air. He assumed she'd be ready on time. As such, the possibility of entering her room was not considered. He hangs in purgatory for a long moment, trapped between refusal and potential repercussions should anything happen to her in the next few seconds, then sighs and pushes the door open.

"Good evening, Mrs May," he greets upon entry, closing the door behind him before surveying the room. Not one to keep a clean house but hardly a slob either, Mitzi's room is clean but in general disarray; her bed isn't made, the closet hangs open, and her vanity table is cluttered with numerous vials, pots, lipsticks and more he doesn't care to identify. "It's time to welcome your esteemed guests into the Lackadaisy Speakeasy."

Mitzi sits at her vanity, leaning close to finish her makeup. She doesn't look over when Mordecai walks in, but an eye does track his reflection. "Of course," she says, pausing to dab her finest brush into the liquid eyeliner bottle. Satisfied it's sufficiently soaked, she raises it back to her face and returns her gaze to the ceiling. "I'm just finishing up, sweetie. Take a seat if you like."

Pale lips curl into a grimace. "No, thank you," he refuses, as politely as he can manage. Mordecai has no idea when she last changed the sheets - he prefers to change his weekly, when possible - nor if she's ever dusted. He doesn't intend to find out by coating his pristine suit in dust. His tail flicks slightly in agitation as he stays by the door. "I'll wait here."

"Suit yourself," Mitzi responds, accustomed to the odd tom after years of his service. She once tried to loosen the man up by asking about his family, but that only seemed to make him more distant. Since then, she's left Mordecai to his own devices, allowing Atlas to handle his peculiarities. Her own interactions with the tuxedo cat are more for entertainment than friendship now. "Are you going to dance tonight? I've invited plenty of young ladies who'd love to-"

"I'd rather not be in attendance," Mordecai answers flatly, his chin lifted very slightly as he grimaces. Mitzi suppresses a sigh as she sits back and studies her eyeliner. Makeup is such a chore sometimes, but a necessity when you have an image to keep. Satisfied, she screws the cap back on the bottle and wipes the brush off on cotton wool, an ear turned to her bodyguard as he continues. "However, Mr May has requested my attendance, therefore it is unavoidable."

The dolled-up feline hums in agreement; Mordecai isn't an enthralling party guest, unless you wish to listen to a man describe the main differences between monocotyledons and dicotyledons in excruciating detail, all in a flat monotone. If she had a choice, she'd have kept Viktor. At least could be loosened up with a drink or ten. "Well, I'm ready. Why don't we take our delightful conversation down to the-"

Glancing at Mordecai's reflection, she sees his eyes narrow, and Mitzi releases a tired huff. "What?" She asks as she turns around to face the pedantic accountant. An ear twitch and a deeper frown is the only response she gets, to which Mitzi glares right back. Atlas might enjoy his nonverbal communication, but she finds it irritating. "Come on, spit it out, Mordecai. The guests aren't getting any younger."

"Your eyeliner," the tom responds flatly. Mrs May turns back to the mirror and scrutinizes her reflection closely, checking for drips and smudges, or misplaced drops on her otherwise flawless skin and outfit. She's practically going insane trying to find the problem when Mordecai finally finished speaking. "Is asymmetrical."

She almost groans. Almost. Why does the man have to be so peculiar? "Is that all?" She asks, waving off his concern to instead fluff up her hair some more, running fingers through the freshly washed waves. They slide effortlessly from root to tip, as perfect as Mitzi planned. "No one will care if it's a little crooked once they taste the liquor, sweetie. My darling Atlas secured the best from Canada in our last shipment. They won't be sober long enough to notice."

"I've noticed," Mordecai asserts, finally stepping away from the door to approach his employer's wife. "Respectfully, should I spend the majority of your precious event distracted by symmetrical sacrilege, my efficacy will be compromised."

Mitzi turns in her seat and regards her employee tiredly, only to shrug a moment later. "Eyeliner is a fine art, sweetie. It could take hours to get it entirely even on both sides. We can't leave our guests waiting that long, can we?" Thinking she has him dead to rights, the feline woman opens both eyes and smirks at her husband's golden boy confidently. "Unless you can fix them in five minutes, it'll have to do."

If she's expecting some kind of emotional reaction, Mitzi is sorely mistaken. Mordecai glances at the discarded brush on the vanity, then the uneven lines framing her upper lids. He's fairly sure a child could do better, but for once, the tom decides to keep that thought to himself and instead looks around the room. Locating a small chaise, he pulls it over to the vanity - much to Mitzi's dismay. "What are you-"

Turning over the seat cushion before sitting down to avoid the dust, he then raises his hands, palms open expectantly. "Your brush and face paint," he requests with his expression set seriously, flexing his fingers for emphasis. "And erase your attempts of both eyes entirely. I prefer a blank canvas."

For the next seven minutes, Mordecai leans towards the other feline, coaching her which eye to close, where to look and sometimes, informing minor technique corrections he suggests for the future. Mitzi stays quiet and complies with his requests, mostly from pure curiosity if he'll be able to paint eyeliner as cleanly as he aims a pistol. She's not met a man who can frame an eye right yet, so she might even forgive his arrogance if he does a good enough job. 

The few times she does look at Mordecai directly, his gaze is intense and focused, fine lips pressed into a finer line in the depths of focus. Mitzi isn't sure he's ever been so close before - even when she was having him tailored for fresh, tidy suits and had to measure his neck ad-hoc for the collar. It's honestly disconcerting and she quickly looks away.

"There," he finally states after what feels like a year. Entirely uninvited, Mordecai takes a gentle hold of her chin and turns her head from side to side to inspect his handiwork. Taken by surprise, Mitzi allows him to do so until he hums in approval and releases her, only to grimace at the powder residue now on his fingers. "I will never understand the need to slather your face in chemicals, but it is now symmetrical, at least. I'll wash my hands, then we can go."

Taking the brush and pot when they're offered, Mitzi turns to the mirror to inspect his work and is pleasantly surprised to find he's framed her eyes beautifully. He even added a small whisper of eyeliner off the lid and extended it slightly to her cheek, giving the impression of fuller lashes when her eyes are open. Mrs May blinks, tilting her head from side to side, marveling at how fine it is and indeed, how symmetrical the quiet sharpshooter has managed to make them.

"Let's get this over with," Mordecai mutters as he re-enters the room, adjusting the cufflinks beneath his suit jacket. His eyes land on Mitzi, once again staring in the mirror, and an irritated murr slips through pursed lips. "Mrs May, while I admire your devotion to setting an immaculate visage in your husband's absence, there is only so much superficial modification careful artistry can achieve. Let's go."

It was in that moment, as Mordecai stalked for the door to hold it open like the gentlemanly type he certainly had not just spoken like, Mitzi decided she'd convinced the girls that dancing with her reclusatory bodyguard was the pinnacle of high society.

Insert the ficus comic here…

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I really do think you're wonderful.

Hello you! I have another little story I've had cooking in the brainpan for awhile! I would like to thank my good friend @mouse-bones for beta reading and giving me feedback!!

Constructive criticism is much appreciated, I want to get better!

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“Come on, Pasc! I think it would look lovely on you,”

“I know! It’s just, you know how makeup makes me feel, Wally..”

“Just once? I won’t ask you again if you don’t like it this time, and if you get uncomfortable halfway through, you can tell me to stop. Promise.”

“…Okay,”

Wally gave Pascal a smile from the vanity and walked over to the bed to press a kiss to their cheek, hugging them right after. He stood back up and walked back to the vanity mirror to grab his makeup set, all while the latter finished buttoning up their shirt to go out later on. Pascal looked down at their hands as they waited for Wally to call them to the mirror.

…Too soft, quit biting your nails…

“Alright, I have my things, can you sit by the vanity? It makes it a bit easier,”

“Mhmm,” Pascal stood up and grabbed a chair to sit on the opposite side of the bedroom by the mirror they always saw Wally using in the mornings. Wally sat across from them with a palette and some brushes.

“Just let me know if you need me to stop, Pascy,” Wally explained as he grabbed the eyeshadow palette and brush and patted it into orange pigment, “Now close your eyes, and stay still for me, please?”

Pascal sat there, looking between Wally and the brush. They nodded and closed their eyes, as the brush began to paint color on their face, deja vu hit them like a freight train. The assortment of colors and the way the brush patted their eyelids, it reminded them of a different time that felt far clearer than they recalled, even after nearly 10 years.

“Hm, I feel like I’m back in high school,”

“What makes you say so, darling?”

“My sister did makeup on me once for a dance, I don’t remember what she did but I just remember feeling kind of weird,” Pascal muttered, fidgeting uncomfortably with their hands as they did their best to sit still.

Wally hummed in acknowledgment, not making any further conversation as he kept going. He switched between tools occasionally. Working with a quick but steady hand, wanting to avoid drawing the process on for longer than necessary.

“Alright, aalmostt done…Just one more thing, can you purse your lips out for me?” Wally grabbed some lipstick from the drawer in the vanity, opened it up, and twisted the bottom. He applied it to Pascal’s bottom lip and made a gesture for them to apply it to their upper lip as well.

“There, all finished,” Wally grabbed a handheld mirror after closing the lipstick and showed Pascal’s reflection to themselves, “What do you think?”

Pascal’s eyes widened as they saw themselves in the mirror, they gently took the mirror from Wally’s hands and stared into the eyes of the person who looked back at them. Despite everything, despite all they’ve been through.

It was still them.

“…Do you not like it?” Wally seemed to shrink in on himself, though Pascal was quick to ease his worries.

“No! I mean- It’s…It’s not bad just… I didn’t think I’d look so…pretty? I kind of like the eyeshadow, I don’t think the lipstick matches very well though.” They said as they kept their focus on the mirror, quirking an eyebrow at the blue lipstick. Wally on the other hand visibly calmed down, a smile forming on his face.

“Oh that was for me… would you want to try this again sometime?” Wally looked at Pascal with his big doe eyes, there was nothing to match Wally’s joy when Pascal nodded their head.

They took another look at the mirror before they put it back on the table.

“Hey, isn’t this your lipstick color? Why’d you put it on m- Mph!” Pascal nearly fell backward as Wally lurched forward to press his lips against theirs. After what felt like an eternity, Wally pulled away with a giggle, leaving Pascal with flushed cheeks and a surprised look.

“That’s why. I wanted to kiss you,”

“If you do that again while we’re at Julie’s, I’m going to throw you out.”

“That isn’t very nice,”

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Sugar baby | Jey Uso

Part two

Synopsis: Sex is not a big deal. ...You can have a no-strings-attached arrangement with someone you don’t care about.

Pairing: Jey uso X Black Fem reader | word count: 4.2k | warning: smut, toxic behavior , protected sex | 18+ ONLY

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“Jeyyy— ugh, fuck me just like that daddy” She moaned letting out a loud exclamation before enveloping the Jey’s head, her fingers tangling in his hair.

As she felt the chill of Josh's Sliver chain against her skin, a sudden shiver ran down her spine, almost like a fine mist of tiny droplets suspended in the air. The sensation was so cold and sharp that it seemed to permeate her very being, filling her with a sense of awe and wonder.

"Mmm, quiet baby, my pussy's talkin' to me." he groaned in inside her ear as he inched his fingers deeper into her hole forcing his curved dick down deeper. He tightened his arms around her body with her leggings wrapping ever so tight around him.

He wanted her to feel him alllll the way and he was successful at it. The aggression and lust filled the air as thick as a paper cut.

“Yessss Joshua!”

“You love me?” Jey moaned hormonally in her ear before flicking his tongue alone her earlobe, leaving a few wet kisses on her exposed neck.

“Huh? I asked you a fucking question.” he repeated once more speeding up his pace a loud gasp escaped her mouth with her breath taken away by how hard he was going.

He was an animal in the sheet per say.

“Yes!” Chanel shrieked out, sending shivers of passion coursing through her body, leaving her utterly in rapture. Her eyes rolled back into the back of her head as she felt an overwhelming surge of ecstasy overwhelm every inch of her being. She screamed it again, reveling in the pleasure swarming her body, reveling in it all as she told him how much she loved him. Her voice was filled with pure emotion as she said those words.

It seemed that in this very moment all he thought about was Dakota, all he could see was her; her soft touch, her gentle embrace, the light and playful touches of her short, painted nails he had paid for. It was as if she was wrapped around him with a warm, inviting hug that made him forget all about his previous encounters with countless women.

“I love you too.” Josh grunted afterwards, as much as he didn’t mean it he just said it in the moment to satisfy her.

“Daddy I’m about to cum!”

“Fuck…Cum on my dick Dakota , cover my shit!” Jey harshly mumbled on cue, Chanel reacted quickly as Joshua attempted to make a nut on her, pushing him away before he could go any further. In the heat of the moment, she lashed out and smacked him hard across the face. "What the fuck, Jey?!" she exclaimed, feeling a mix of anger and confusion at the mention of someone else’s name. Dakotas name at that.

“What?”Jey's eyes widened in confusion as he held his face, staring back at Chanel as if she had gone mad. He wondered if he had been too rough with her, or if he had accidentally caused her some pain. Before he could even open his mouth to ask her, she quickly replied with a response of her own.

Chanel shot a fierce glare at Josh as she crossed her arms tightly over her chest. "You just called me another bitch's name, Josh," she said, her voice dripping with anger and hurt.

“No I didn’t.” he denied.

“Yes you did.” She throw back at him quickly “you literally said Dakota, Do I look like a fucking Dakota to you? No so don’t call me that bitch name.”Chanel warned before wrapping the cover around her bare naked body grabbing her things off the floor.

“Aye, don’t call her a b!tch!”, Jey warned, his eyes filled with dominance and authority as he glared at the woman. Though he didn’t care who Chanel was to him, he wasn’t going to let her disrespect Dakota in his presence. He made his point loud and clear, his tone firm and unmistaken as he commanded her not to call her by those words.

“You know what, fuck you Jey,” Chanel shot back, angrily grabbing her white tank top shirt and throwing it over her head, storming towards the hotel door. She took one last look at him before storming out, shooting him a disgusted look as she left.

“Fuck.” Josh sighed before picking up the cover from the floor along with his black Versace boxers putting them back on he grabbed his phone from the night stand trying to reach Dakota with a call.

“Come on pick up ko.” He pleaded watching as the phone went to voicemail once again he threw his phone against the carpet floor taking a seat on the edge bed kneeling his head down rubbing against his beard mixed with grey hairs.

He had hoped she wasn’t mad about what he had said a few day ago, because if she was he didn’t understand why when they both knew the consequences of the situation. She couldn’t fall in love with him and neither could he.

He knew that he wasn’t ready for another relationship due to the recent divorce he went through a year before. The idea of falling into another serious relationship and having it go wrong was something he couldn’t bear to go through again. The difference was, though, that Dakota wasn’t that type of woman , but yet he knew he was falling for her. He knew he was falling deep for her, but he couldn’t admit it to himself.

A loud thud could be heard coming from the room as the door slammed closed, and his twin brother Jimmy walked inside, asking, "Yo uce, was that Chanel I just saw?"

Sighing, he lifted his head up and looked at his twin brother, stating, "Yeah, man."

His eyes widening and lips curling with an utter look of dissatisfaction and disgust on his face, he spoke, “I thought you were done with her, Josh. Man, where the hell is Koko at?”

“Don’t tell me you fucked up Joshua?” Jimmy stopped in his tracks staring at his brother, when he didn’t answer he knew he had fucked up.

Sitting beside him on the bed he asked “So what you do this time?”

“Uce she got mad because I said I didn’t think we could ever be a couple outside of what we do together. I mean I don’t see myself with her she just sex to me.” Josh confessed, even though it was slightly true he was also lying through his teeth.

“Look.” Jonathan forewarned “Steve wonder could see you like that Girl and is falling hard for her so just admit that shit man.”

“I know you aren’t ready for another serious relationship after what happened with Ashley and you last year, but Josh,” Jonathan said to his brother, “I know you, and I can tell when you’re in love with someone, and I can tell you’re in love with Dakota.” Jonathan went on to explain, even though it seemed like everything he was saying was going in one ear and out the other. He had hoped his brother would listen to what he had to say.

“I can list so many things of how I know you failing for this girl Josh.”

“Go ahead because I promise you I’m not in love with Dakota she just sex to me I don’t know why you can’t get that through your big ass head.” He joked but was serious as well he didn’t understand why his brother didn’t get he wasn’t in love with her as much as he tried to tell himself that.

“Okay, first off, you never take any of your clients to shows, especially live or non live televised ones. You spoil her rotten, you get mad when another man is in her presence, but you so-called don’t like her. She’s all you talk about at work, “Oh, I wonder what Dakota’s doing,” or “I wonder will Dakota like this necklace I bought her.” I mean, I could go on.”

“Two, You buy her expensive gifts and constantly check up on her to see if she needs anything. You stay up all night to talk to her when you should be resting before a show. You check your phone constantly to see if she has texted or called you, and you get upset if she doesn’t respond immediately. You’re always thinking about her, and you go out of your way to make her happy.”

“Three, You check on her both mentally and emotionally, constantly being there for her when she needs someone to talk to. You reassure her when she’s feeling down or stressed-out, and you make sure she’s okay emotionally.”

As he took in everything his brother was saying, Josh realized that he was right. He indeed did everything that was listed, because he loved Dakota, but he was scared. He was scared that the relationship wouldn’t work, but more so, he feared that it would, which is why he had been fighting his deep feelings of love for her all this time. The more he thought about it, the more his fear grew, but the more the feeling of love grew in his heart as well.

Josh loved Dakota more than anything, but for reasons unknown even to himself, he couldn’t admit it. He couldn’t even fathom the possibility of loving someone so deeply. It was as if his heart was locked up in a cage, and only Dakota had the key to his heart's release. The fear in him, the fear of love, was as great as the love he felt for Dakota. The love that he couldn’t admit to himself. The love that he was desperately trying to ignore.

“Alright, alright, I get it, Jimmy” Jey dismissed his brother, waving him off completely as he ignored what he was saying.

“Man whatever hurry and get ready with your hot dick ass.” Jimmy got up from the bed and headed towards the door, saying, “You better be down there in five minutes, Josh, ‘cause I’m the big brother!” He shouted as he walked out of the hotel room.

“Man, shut up! You’re only nine minutes older than me,” Jey shouted back, rolling his eyes, “and you act like it’s nine years!”

As Josh sat in bed thinking back to what his brother said he started to wonder did he actually love Dakota?

Was he also in love?

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“Dakota, you better be freaking ready by the time me and David get there!” Jasmine yelled into the phone during their FaceTime call with the two of them, her expression of annoyance clear on her face.

Dakota decided to go out with Jasmine and her boyfriend to a new club that had just opened up in Atlanta about a week ago called Club Pierce. It was now around 11:00 pm, but she was looking forward to the night out with her friends. She just needed to get ready, but the thought of the new club and what the night might hold filled her stomach with butterflies.

Dakota hadn't talked to Josh in a few days now, and honestly, she didn't really care to at all. Her feelings were completely bruised and broken, and she didn't know if they would ever have a chance together. As he had said, they were only having sex and nothing more, so she could do whatever she wanted. And she would, she told herself as she got ready to head to the new club.

“Girl fuck you and David I’m almost done.” Dakota rolled her eyes before she curled the last piece of her hair, sitting down and letting the flat irons cool off and unplugging them. She then threw the flat irons under the sink and grabbing her phone, grabbed her purse and headed for the door. She heard a faint knock at her door and stopped in her tracks. She wondered who was at the door.

“Who’s at your door, Kota?” Jasmine said worriedly with an expression, and Dakota responded, “I don’t know.”

"I’ll call you back, Jas," Dakota replied with a confused expression before she opened the door. Standing outside was Jey, holding flowers in his hands with pleading eyes.

Rolling her eyes, she tried to shut the door in Jey’s face, but he caught it with his foot, walking inside behind her. Taking one look back at her, he asked, “Ko, baby, please talk to me?”

Chuckling bitterly at the nickname he called her, Dakota quickly turned around with a frown on her face. “Baby?” She quickly fired back, “Last time I checked, I was your client, remember, or maybe you forgot because you were too busy fucking Chanel.”

Stunned by her new found attitude towards him Josh threw the flowers onto the ground shouting back “Dakota I ain’t fuck her!”

“Yes, you did, you ass hole. She sent me pictures of you asleep, Josh, and I know your big-ass head from anywhere!”

“Look ion even understand why you mad we’re just fucking , you’re my client just as much as she is Dakota.”

“Oh, you’re damn right, I am.” Dakota said, trying quickly to bust past Jey but he quickly pulled her back gently, turning her around to look into her eyes. “Ko, baby, why are you really mad at me?”

“Hmm? What did I do so bad? That hurt you because I apologize ma.” Josh confessed, caressing her cheek as her eyes filled with tears but she dared not let them fall and let him see her break.

“Nothing, don’t even worry about it, I have somewhere to be remember , I’m just a client.” She snarled, snatching her arm away from him, opening the door and walking out. “And lock my damn door!”

Club pierce

"Baby lemme rub, lemme rub on ya

Can I get a lil' love, lil' love from ya"

My body addictive it's driving him crazy

Think I got run from ya

The loud, catchy lyrics of Megan Thee Stallion’s song ‘Big Ole Freak’ blasted throughout the night club, the party atmosphere being illuminated by the bright, colorful lights flashing everywhere. Everything about the night club was dark but colorful, making the atmosphere exciting and dynamic.

Dakota was enjoying herself at the club, glad that she didn't have to deal with Jey for the moment since it had been two hours since she got there. The music and the party atmosphere was a good distraction from Jey, and she could just focus on enjoying herself and the club's environment.

And he wasn’t going to ruin her night.

Jasmine leaned over, shouting over the loud music to get Dakota's attention. “Koat! You want a drink?” Dakota nodded her head yes, and took the shot from Jasmine, downing it in one go. The shot burned down her throat, but she barely winced, seemingly used to the sensation.

To say the least she needed the drink to unwind tonight because it was simply fuck Jey.

Jasmine was shocked at how quickly Dakota took the shot down her throat. “Damn Kota, you okay?” she asked, her voice still having to be raised slightly to be heard over the loud music. Dakota didn't respond at first, seeming somewhat out of it. She then shook her head slightly, seemingly not quite ok but pretending she was fine.

“Come on let’s get up and dance on the floor! David get your ass up.” Dakota shocked excited grabbing jasmines hand leading her down to the dance floor.

The two of them danced together, having the time of their lives as they moved to the beat of the loud lyrics being played. Dakota twerked her ass on Jasmine as she cheered her on and snapped a video of them, having fun and making their own party. “Get it Kota! They ain’t fucking with you!” Jasmine cheered loudly over the music, seemingly having just as much fun as Dakota was.

After a while of dancing, the girls felt worn out and tired, so they decided to sit at the bar and take a few shots. Dakota noticed the bar tender looking at her and flirting with her, and she decided to flirt back a little, since she was single anyways."

“So this your first time here?” The bar tender asked Dakota, wiping up another drink for a customer.

Dakota sighed as she rested her hands on the bar, seeming a little tired from the whole dance session and the alcohol. She smiled as she spoke to the bar tender, “Yeah, very first time my bestie brought me and I’m glad she did because look who I met.” and was then met with his eyes seductively, which she then held. She liked the attention and the flirting, and was not even trying to be seductive. It just came naturally to her.

Dakota was naturally seductive without even trying. With her innocent eyes that were slightly lowered and her plump and big lips, she had the ability to rule guys without even thinking about it. Her seductive flirting came naturally to her, and it made her even more alluring to the bar tender.

Dakota was enjoying herself as she sat at the bar, seemingly having a nice conversation with the bar tender. However, Jasmine stepped up and tapped on her shoulder, pointing in the direction of a booth filled with a group of Samoan men. “Dakota isn’t that Jey?” One who Dakota recognized to be Jey. She turned around, and saw Jey and Chanel together in the flesh, and she immediately recognized Jey Fucking Uso. Her eyes then locked on his, and she stayed silent.

Dakota couldn't help but eye Jey from head to toe, taking in his fit in its entirety. He wore a gray, long-sleeved sweater that hugged his muscled arms tightly, and a gold chain also shining from the shirt. His white pants accompanied his white Air Forces, and he had one black cap on his head, turned slightly to the right side. His beard was also neatly groomed, and he just looked Sexy asf overall.

He looked damn good.

“Yeah that’s him, so.” Dakota spoke softly very unbothered turning back around to the bar tender continuing their conversation. “So what were you saying?”

The bar tender was seemingly puzzled at Dakota's nonchalance towards seeing Jey. 'Especially the fact he was his nephews favorite wrestler “You're not upset about seeing him here?' he questioned, since a lot of people would usually be upset about seeing an ex or just someone they knew. Dakota, however, seemed unbothered and just continued the conversation they had previously.

“Girl you and Jey need to talk like Frl. Jasmine sighed and rolled her eyes, seeming frustrated over the situation. She knew that Dakota would tend to be stubborn, and that they had this sort of status together. She also knew that they were just having casual sex, but she didn't really want to pick sides on the situation because she didn't want to put blame on either of them.

Jasmine walked away and went back to her date, David, shaking her head in disappointment. Meanwhile, she noticed that Jey was staring at Dakota, and she just rolled her eyes, knowing that the drama between them would continue. She then decided to walk up the stairs. “This gon be a long night.”

By now, it was 2 in the morning, but the group of people were still inside the club, not wanting to leave. It was clear that everyone was having a good time, and the music and drink kept everyone entertained for hours.

Jey watched Dakota closely as she danced with another man, grinding her ass back on him and throwing it all back. She did it all while she stared intently at him, like she was trying to get a reaction out of him. Jey knew that she was doing it on purpose to get a rise out of him, and it was working perfectly.

Nonetheless to say he was mad. Angry more like it.

Jeys' anger and jealousy burned through him as he saw Dakota dancing and grinding her ass back on that other man. He wanted to walk down there and punch him out for even looking her way and touching her, but he knew that there were too many eyes and ears inside the club that would get him fired and thrown on the shade room in seconds. So, he had to try and stay cool instead and try and contain his anger.

Jeys' drink tasted bitter as he looked at Dakota more, his eyes glued to her. Chanel kept attempting to get Jey's attention, but he paid her no mind on the floor and continued watching Dakota. The whole club seemed to be watching Dakota more than anything, so all attention was on her, rather than Chanel.

“I see you eyeing her , Damn she bad you know her?” His cousin Zilla asked sitting beside him drinking on a glass as well.

Jey spoke possessively and confidently about Dakota, like she was his girl and that there was no one else. "She's my girl, that's who she is.' he said in a cocky and confident voice, his bassy, low voice indicating the possessive dominance he had towards her. As well as not wanting to show much she meant to him he did.

Throwing his hands up in surrender he replied back “ oh my bad cous but go get your girl cause she dancing mighty hard on dude on the floor.” He joked while Jey glared at him. Jimmy then walked up to Jey and put his hand on his shoulder, signaling for him to look up. Jimmy's presence distracted Jey, and he glanced over at him. 'Yo man, what's good? Need something?" Jimmy asked, seemingly unaware of the tension between Jey and Dakota.

Jimmy looked over and realized where Jey's focus was, and the sight of Dakota dancing on another man. He let out a sigh and said 'Josh, if you don't take your ass down there and speak to that girl. You've been staring at her all night, uce, and she's probably wondering why.' He had a lighthearted tone when saying it, wanting to ease the tension and get Jey to go confront Dakota instead of stewing in his emotions.

Taking the initiative Jey got up from the seat without a word heading down to the dance floor he brushed past the crowd and a couple fans asking for pictures he pushed the man back harshly before gently grabbing Dakotas arm “Dakota come on we leaving.”

Dakota was caught off guard when she felt her arm being rudely grabbed by Jey without any warning whatsoever. She turned to look at him, her eyes narrowing slightly, feeling slightly frustrated by the way he grabbed her arm without taking into consideration how she felt.

Dakota had a pissed off look on her face as she yanked her arm back strongly, showing her disgust and frustration with what Jey did. She had had enough of his bullshit, and she was clearly done with him and all of his stupid games. "Jey, fuck you. I'm not going anywhere with you.” She shouted over the loud music, being loud enough for everyone around to hear her and stop talking, looking for the source of her yelling.

Jey had a look of dominance fall over his face as he glared back at Dakota, his gaze firm and full of conviction. He knew that he was able to overpower and get his way with her, and he showed no signs of relenting either. When he spoke to her, he did so with a firm and final tone, “Dakota if I repeat myself you gon make the shit you got coming worse then it already is.”

Dakota pouted as she let herself be dragged outside of the club, following behind him and following his lead despite the fact that she didn't want to. She was annoyed and angry at him, but she still followed him, likely because she knew he was stronger than her and that he could easily overpower her. When she got into the car, she didn't hold back. "You know what, Jey? Fuck you. I don't know what you're on, but take me the fuck home," she said harshly.

Sighing in frustration he closed the door and got inside the car ran to the other side he pulled off getting on the interstate.

Jey gripped the steering wheel with his left hand firmly while his right rested on Dakota’s ’inner thigh, squeezing here and there.

He could tell that he had her body feeling some kind of way because he felt her somewhat shivering under his touch. He licked his full lips before taking his eyes off of the road and glancing over at her. “Look ko, Im sorry aight? I ain’t m—.”

“Whatever Joshua .” She mumbled, cutting him off while leaning against the window. “It doesn’t even matter anymore.”

“It do though, cause now you mad at me and haven’t spoken to me.” Jey's tone suddenly became softer when he spoke about how she was obviously mad at him. He was still looking over at her, and his eyes seemed to be more gentle and caring than before. "I'm right, aren't I? You're mad at me, and you haven't spoken to me at all." He said softly and calmly, as though he wanted to have a civil conversation with her.

“I’m not mad.” She denied once more.

“So you ignorin’ my calls , texts, and missing my show twice is you not bein’ mad?”

“I just didn’t wanna talk to you Jey, damn!” She yelled and smacked his hand away from touching her, now irritated.

“Don’t be raisin’ yo gahdamn voice at me girl! I’m tryna tell yo ass what the fuck it was and you ain’t even tryna listen to what I gotta say!”

“Because I don’t care! Better yet, pull over and let me out! I’ll find my own way home, I’m not about to do this with you!”

She reached for the door handle but Jey had gripped the back of her neck tightly, forcing her back body to come back. “Yo ass ain’t goin’ no damn where!”

Dakota huffed and folded her arms across her chest for the rest of the ride. Minutes later, they were pulling up at what she she knew was Josh house. Just as she looked over at him to fuss about him not taking her home, he leaned over the middle console and smashed his lips on to hers.

She moaned softly into the kiss, placing her hands on either side of his face as he placed his right hand firmly around her neck. The kiss began to get heated once their tongues started having an all out war, causing Jey’s dick to stiffen in his jeans and Dakota’s pussy to become moist.

Their make out session was broken when Jey pulled away while still keeping his hand around her neck. “You gon’ let me fuck you Pretty mama?”

“J-Jeyyyy.” Dakota moaned as he pushed two of his fingers inside of her, curving them each he pulled them out.

She was laid out across the back seat of his red Rolls Royce, completely naked with her smooth legs wide open as josh gently flicked his tongue against it a few times before fully latching his mouth onto it, sucking feverishly while continuing to slide his fingers in and out of her.

Dakota gasped when she felt his fingers start move inside of her in a circular motion, pushing her closer to her orgasm.

Josh felt her walls tighten around his fingers and Dakota gripped onto his shoulder as she felt her stomach tightening up. “You cummin’ huh mama?”

“Oh my God, yesssss!” She shouted as she came hard, covering Jey’s handsome face with her sweet juices.

“You taste good as fuck.” Jey licked her completely clean before sitting up.

Seconds later, Dakota sat up as well and pulled Jey’s face to hers, starting up another kissing match, which Josh eventually took the lead in and won.

She climbed over onto his lap, placing her legs on either side of him as the kiss grew more and more intense. She reached under herself and started to unbuckle his pants to free his beyond hard curved dick, something that she had been yearning for.

Josh caught her drift and lifted his hips, sliding his pants down and kicking them off completely. He broke the kiss to get rid of his shirt as well, throwing it to the opposite side of them.

Dakota reached down and grabbed his thick length, placing him at her entrance then sliding down onto it slowly, causing them both to moan in unison from the newfound pleasure on both ends. He gripped her ass tightly, loving how her wet pussy felt around his dick.

She always fit around him, perfectly.

“Ohhh babbby.” She leaned her head back in ecstasy as he gripped her hips, massaging them as she rode him.

“It feel good ma?”

“Sooo good baby, fuck!” Dakota grabbed his face and kissed him hard. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and she sucked on it.

Jey cut the kiss and lifted her off of him, leaving only his tip in and slammed her back down on him hard.

“Waaait!” She screamed as he repeated his last action, obviously feeling too much pleasure.

“Ain’t no wait!” Josh began thrusting upwards at a faster pace, fucking her even harder.

Dakota felt yet another orgasm creeping up on her, causing her to grip onto his broad shoulders as he slapped her ass cheek. “Mhm, cum on this dick.”

And that’s exactly what she did, shaking violently as her juices began to flow out and down onto him.

Jey waiting a few seconds for her to come down from her high and then slid lifted her smaller frame off of him, placing her on the seat. “Turn around and get on all fours fa me baby.”

Dakota did as told and Jey then hovered over her, high key loving the view. He placed one of his large hands on her hips while using the other to stroke himself before finally pushing back into her deeply.

“Fuck man.” He grunted lowly, now finding a specific pace to stroke her.. slow.

She then started throwing it back a slightly faster than the pace he was going at, so he took the hint and sped up his strokes. He bit down on his bottom lip and closed his eyes, loving the way her pussy felt and the gushy sound it made as he repeatedly slammed into her.

“This my pussy Dakota ?” Jey asked before gripping her hair and bringing her head up.

“Yes Daddy, it’s yours!”

“Yeah?”

“Yesssss! Ohhh my fu— baby, I’m cumming!” Dakota moaned loudly, triggering Jey’s own nut that was now approaching.

“Hold that shit baby. I’ma cum with you, aight?” Jey told her and at that moment Dakota felt his dick throbbing inside of her.

“I— fuck josh!” She came and squirted, causing her juices to spray all over his lower half and push him completely out of her.

After needing a few seconds to calm down, Dakota pushed Jey back down onto the seat. She used her small hands to grip his dick that was covered in her juices and wrapped her lips around it. He held her hair as she rolled her tongue around on his tip a few times before swallowing him down completely, without gagging.

Jey’s head flew back against the headrest as he enjoying the feeling of her throating his whole length.

“Shit princess.”

“You a slut ass bitch huh?” He cheered on holding her hair gripping it with force. “Mmhm gimme that shit Dakota.”

Dakota came up for air and started massaging his balls with one hand and stroked him with the other, trying to milk him.

“Hold on Dakota, fuck!” josh growled out once he felt his dick twitching.

She placed her lips back on his throbbing tip and started sucking, which was all that was needed for his hips to start jerking and his warm load to shoot down her throat.

Dakota made sure that she sucked every last drop completely out of him before pulling back, claiming the spot on the opposite side of him.

Maybe they both were in love?

To be continued.

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter as well!

It was a roll coaster but it’s more to come but I promise next chapter will be better mostly romantic.

Comment any opinions on any of the characters or the overall of the chapter.

Till next time. Love you all thank you for tuning in!🎀

[avatar-anna]

Vogue Beauty Secrets

summary: harry shares his beauty secrets with vogue but he needs a little help

"Hi, I'm Harry, and today I'm going to be sharing my beauty secrets with all of you lovely, lovely people."

He was a bit nervous to be filming a video like this. Normally there were more people around, but now it was just him, his camera, and a bathroom mirror, and the long line of products you set up for him before you left the house. Harry didn't use to have much in terms of a routine, not enough to film this kind of video, anyway. But after a few months of just knowing you, he had enough products to fill up all the shelves in his bathroom.

"Um, so I start with this. I have dry skin from traveling all the time, and my girlfriend says it's good for dry skin, so," he said with a shrug, holding up his cleanser for the camera, pumping a little into his hand, and rubbing it into his skin.

Harry tried to talk while washing his face, but he got some of the cleansing foam in his mouth and immediately had to stop the recording so he could spit it out and rinse his mouth. Terribly embarrassed, he took a couple seconds to collect himself before turning the recording back on.

"Next I use a toner, also picked out for me by my girlfriend. It has, erm, salicylic acid and is an exfoliator. Whoa, try saying that five times fast."

He put it on, looking down at the small list of prompts he'd been given to talk as he filmed the video. Minus the cleanser mishap, things went pretty smooth. Harry went over all the things he used, and when he got to his Pleasing products, he talked in-depth about the brand—why he decided to create the brand in the first place, what the two different serums and the Pleasing Pen did, and why he came out with those first.

"All of this is supposed to give me a 'glow from within,' as promised by my missus, but I'll let you decide," Harry said, moving his face from side to side so the bathroom lights would catch on his cheekbones.

When he finished his skincare, it was time to move onto makeup, which made him pause. It technically wasn't a lot, and he could definitely do it himself, but he'd become so accustomed to you doing it, he didn't like it any other way.

"Excuse me one moment," he said, then pulled out his phone and dialed your number, putting it on speaker.

"Hi, baby. Finished already?" you asked, picking up after the first couple rings.

"Uh...No. I need your help," Harry admitted, turning slightly away from the camera when he felt his cheeks heat up.

"H, I told you I didn't—"

"I'll make it up to you, I promise. Pleaseee."

Harry kept saying please until you eventually relented. "Fine, I'll be back in ten minutes."

"Thank you. I love you so very much."

"Love you too. See you in a bit."

Stopping the recording, he waited for you to come back home. You'd stepped out to run some errands—re-stocking your personal and professional kit, getting groceries for dinner later tonight.

Instead of doing those things, you drove home. Walking up the stairs, you walked into yours and Harry's shared bedroom, knocking on the door of the bathroom before opening it. You found Harry leaning over and starting the recording up again.

"Just in time!" he said, grinning at you as he sat back down again.

He tugged on your hand to pull you over to where he was sitting, but you stayed just out of the camera frame. Still, he brought your hand up and kissed the top of it, grinning wide when he saw the corners of your lips turn up.

"Okay, where did you leave off?" you asked, going over to the sink to wash your hands.

"I just need moisturizer and sunscreen and I'm good to go."

You looked at him from behind the camera, but he just continued to smile at you. Harry was more than capable of applying that stuff himself, but he preferred when you did it for him. Making your way back over to him, you picked up his moisturizer and got started.

"So, I know most people like to use primer before makeup, but since H doesn't wear very much, I typically just use a good moisturizer. This one is the Embryolisse face cream, and I get a good amount on my fingertips and really work it in. I should mention that this is definitely a one person job, but he's a diva, so here we are."

Harry had been smiling faintly with his eyes closed as you massaged his face up until that point. "Hey."

Pretending like you heard nothing, you continued. "After that, I put on sunscreen, and I typically don't use anything under SPF 30. And once that's all rubbed in, he's ready for a little makeup."

You smoothed his hair back a little as you finished blending everything in, massaging around his temples the way you knew he liked a little extra attention, and almost as if on cue, he mumbled, "Feels nice."

You gave him a couple more seconds to enjoy the pads of your fingers against his temples, but you eventually had to move on, worried that this video could go on forever.

"Okay, so H has some small dark circles that he likes covered up when he's on stage, but they're usually not severe enough to warrant color corrector, so I just go in with a little bit of the Nars pot concealer right here," you said, tapping it under his eyes. "And if he's got a couple breakouts, I'll cover those up to, but I must say, you're looking quite flawless today."

The corner of his mouth tipped up into a crooked little grin. "It's all thanks to you."

Harry was a very charming person by nature, but there had to be something in the air, because he was being extra sweet with you today. It was too cute to make note of, though, so you just smiled at him and told him to blend in his concealer while you cleaned up a little.

When he was all done, you picked up the next item. "Sometimes if he's looking a little pale, I'll put on just the tiniest bit of cream bronzer. Nothing too intense, but just enough to bring some color to the face, and I put it on his cheeks here, his temples, and a little by his hairline. Anywhere the sun would normally hit the face, and I blend that in with a sponge."

You worked and explained, trying to ignore the dreamy look in Harry's eyes as he watched you so you could focus. "Like it so far?"

"Mmhm. Positively sunkissed."

"

Blending a little more with your sponge, you said, "He's pretty easy as far as clients go, very low maintenance. But he loves being taken care of. Face rollers and masks after a show are a must to help him wind down."

He said it so quietly, but the camera's microphone was just able to pick it up. "Best part of my night is getting ready for bed with you."

You held in the urge to kiss him, but it wasn't easy. Obviously, people knew Harry Styles had a girlfriend, but you kept a low profile and weren't often photographed with him in order to maintain a small modicum of anonymity. It had worked so far, though you wondered if after this video one of his fans would be able to track you down with just your voice and hands.

Shaking those thoughts away, you focused on the video again. "And then to wrap it up, he wears a lip balm, and since he's a bougie bitch, he goes for the Tatcha lip jelly, but I won't hold that against him because it's really great lip product."

"I feel as though I should point out that she's not usually this feisty. She's putting on a show for the camera," Harry said, a mocking frown on his face.

He let you put his lip balm on for him, puckering his lips so he could give you a tiny kiss on the tip of your finger, which made you very thankful that you couldn't be seen on camera because you were now a blushy mess. Once he was all set, you continued.

"I normally don't set H's face with any powders or anything because he doesn't really need it. The most I'll do is remind him to put this on throughout the day. It's a mineral powder with SPF in it, which should keep his skin from burning throughout the day. And...that's pretty much it. Pretty simple, but very effective."

"I look ready for date night," he said, looking at himself in the mirror.

"Yeah? I'd say you look quite handsome too. I'd definitely take you out on a date."

With the pads of your fingers, you gingerly tilted his chin from side to side so that the camera could see the finished result. Harry kept going after you let go, though, holding his chin in his hands and posing while you put some of his things away.

"It is quite minimal," he said, agreeing with your previous statement. "Should've asked her to do this instead. My girl's an artist."

You smiled to yourself, half listening to Harry as you cleaned up. "You know, I didn't know much about makeup until I met her. And then suddenly I knew everything. Like, there was this one time where she was watching this movie, and she freaked out because a guy took off a girl's fake eye lashes. Now I know never to touch a woman's false lashes lest I want my hand cut off."

You'd been letting your boyfriend ramble to the camera about this and that, clearly not as nervous about the whole thing as he had been when you left him earlier today. And while you'd been trying not to laugh too loud, you couldn't hold it in after his last anecdote. It wasn't so much the story itself, but the way he described his feelings about it at the end.

The story was true, of course. Harry had been downstairs on the phone while you watched a movie in his bed. You'd already written it off as a terrible film after the first ten minutes, but you decided to see it through, only to gasp in horror when you saw the leading man remove the leading lady's false lashes.

You came back over to him, still laughing but trying to get ahold of yourself. "That's true, you're definitely right about that, but...you know I don't use those right? I have eyelash extensions."

Harry, who had been laughing right along with you, sobered up pretty quickly. "You have what?"

Smiling at his utter confusion, you said, "Baby, how long have we been together? I've never taken them off. Their extensions. Like hair extensions...but for eyelashes."

You were not blessed in the long, voluminous lash department and had started getting lash extensions years ago, long before you met Harry. Granted, they were very natural looking, but he'd watched you put your makeup on hundreds of times, and not once had you stuck on a pair of fake lashes.

"This...This is madness. Come here." Harry stood up from his seat and held your face in his hands so he could get a better look. You were practically nose to nose, but he just kept looking at you very intensely. What he was trying to see, you weren't sure. You had a very excellent lash tech.

"Witchcraft," he mumbled. Moving so he was in front of the camera again, he said, "My girlfriend's a witch."

You shoved his shoulder playfully. "Shut up, you dork!"

You left him shortly after that, but not before he pulled you back over to him so he could kiss your cheek. "Love you!" he called.

"Love you too," you replied over your shoulder. And with that, you left him to finish the video.

Harry did the outro, eager to go now that he knew you were waiting for him. With a final wave he signed off. "Thank you for watching me share my beauty secrets, though it was really just me being pampered by my girlfriend. But what can I say, I'd be lost without her."

[prettyflyshyguy]

He's a monster, and he's hungry.

Wrote this over a few days because I'm. Not ok about this. It's on AO3, and under the cut cause it's a short one. Not super edited, just got desperate for more content exploring when Dean was a vampire and when I found none I was like "well alright. Guess I'll make it then."

“I can’t believe it.”

Dean paced the length of the hotel room, passing back and forth by the table where his brother sat, prowling like an animal in captivity.

“You just stood there and watched that freak turn me!”

He stared at Sam, hoping for a change in his reaction, a look of sympathy, an admission of guilt, some form of recognition that something fucked up happened in the alley. Sam’s face was blank, his heartbeat steady, and frankly he just didn’t seem to care. In fact, he hadn’t seemed to care about much recently. He was a cold, lifeless, empty husk and Dean was tired of it. His usual quips brought no frustrated response, no snappy replies, he was simply brushed off. There was no banter, no anger, simply complete and utter apathy no matter what he said. Sam had his moments, everyone did. Dean knew he had a tendency to push his luck, many people had told him this. But Sam was different, they were siblings. Sam putting up with him being an ass was just how things were, and would always be. At least it's how it should be. After everything they’d seen and done together… If Sam held any resentment, he’d have made it clear by this stage. He was a good liar, but Dean could always tell. They both knew each other too well. If he had any doubt something was off about Sam, it was quickly disintegrating as he stalked the room, watching him blankly staring up at him from the small table. Not even fidgeting in the slightest. 

They’d been pushed to their limits before, and Sam was always the first to speak up when something was wrong. 

“Dean.”

His lip curled at the sound of his name. It was so hollow. So static. It reminded him of school, when his teacher would check the roll call. It was an obligation and a requirement, not something done out of genuine care. 

He decided to push a little harder.

“I mean what the hell was that all about Sam? Revenge? To get me back?” he growled. 

“You know you’ve talked so much shit about me taking risks, is this all just some master plan to show me the error of my ways? A jab back at how you still, somehow deep down, think I’m Dad’s perfect son?”

He stood still, observing for a change in reaction. Dean desperately wanted to find a tiny shift in body language, a subtle twitch in his eyes or mouth, that sad glint in his eyes.

He breathed out slowly as Sam once again stared back with soulless eyes and a steady heart.

Not enough, Ok, he thought. He was an expert at this. Maybe Sam had steeled up after all these years. 

It wasn’t a completely unreasonable possibility. 

“I almost hurt Lisa and Ben, Sam! I came so close, I could have killed them and no one would have been there to stop me, but you were!”

He took a step towards Sam as he spoke, the venom of the accusation lingering in the air.

Sam breathed out and shuffled in his seat. Finally, a response. 

“Dean, you need to calm down.”

You calm down.

He took another step closer, noting the slight increase in pace of Sam’s heart. Progress, hell yeah. A smile tugged at the edges of his lips though Dean’s eyes were as cold as Sam’s.

“Oh, that's rich coming from you! That’s easy for you to say when you’re not being assaulted by noise like you went to the movies and an intern did the mixing.”

He took another step closer. 

The thrumming beat increased in speed once more. 

“Dean.”

“S’matter of fact,” Dean slid his fingers across the tabletop, tracing the grooves in the rough wooden surface, “you’re exceptionally calm given I’m now stuck doing a bad David Boreanaz impression for an indefinite period of time, with no guarantee this Campbell special will even work.”

He looked up from where his hand slid along the table to match Sam’s unwavering gaze. His brother tilted his head to look up at him as Dean hovered above, adjusting in his seat. Sam slipped his left arm over the backrest of the chair. 

Dean’s expression turned cold once more.

“And I’ve been thinking, Sammy. It’s ironic. Between that creep, you just standing there and watching, and…” jabbing his thumb back towards himself he gestured “... me…” 

Dean slammed his hand back down on the table, leaning in closer. The headlights of a car flickered through the slim gap in the middle of the window curtains drawn behind them. It reflected off of Dean’s eyes for a split second, making Sam flinch. It reminded him of the animals on the side of the highway, peering at them through the bushes before darting away when they drove late at night.

“Begs the question,” Dean continued. “Which one of us is the real monster?”

Sam swallowed. The first real visible sign of him showing some nerves. He’d finally cracked him.

“Since you can hear my heartbeat,” Sam spoke slowly, “what does it say about me now?” 

His tone was outwardly calm, but Dean could hear through him. 

“It says you’re shit scared, Sammy.”

Sam waited for a few seconds before opening his mouth to respond. Whatever he said, Dean didn’t seem to notice, as his gaze began to shift from Sam’s face down to where the light of the window caught the curve of his exposed bare neck. A pang of hunger swelled in the pit of his chest as the noise and light and intensity of the room faded away until all that was left was the steady sound of the beating, beating, beating. 

A sharp, intense pain stung the side of Dean’s neck breaking him free of the trance as he collapsed to the ground groaning and twitching in pain. Through fading vision he looked up to see Sam still sitting on the chair, slouching back, but holding a syringe in his left hand. The contents empty. 

“You… sonof-abich…” his words formed a slurry as his body went limp.

-

“Nice of you to join us Samuel.”

“What the hell is going on here?”

“Sam’s showing me what all those years of boy scout training taught him to do.”

Dean sat on a chair, his legs, arms and chest bound with thick twine rope. Smiling at Samuel for a moment, he motioned with what little mobility he had in his hands to indicate. Samuel glanced at his brother with a questioning look.

“You did this?”

“He shot me full of dead man’s blood, and I gotta say, that’s one hell of a drug.” 

Dean’s tone was dry and unimpressed. Samuel assessed the room, looking as though he wanted to ask more questions, but decided against it. 

“Anyway you said you were getting something to help?” Dean’s voice broke the silence.

“This is help.”

Samuel pulled a glass jar out of a brown paper bag, setting it on the table. The contents was dark and viscous. It had sloshed around in transit, coating the airgap at the top of the jar. The light pierced through the clear glass and bright red light danced across the varnished wood tabletop.

“Wh- what is that?” 

“Cows blood.” Samuel said curtly.

“That’s help?”

“It’ll keep you alive.”

As he twisted the lid open Dean’s eyes flicked between the jar and the two men.

“Well can you at least untie me first?” he pleaded, his voice straining. 

The rope dug into his wrists and the thought of being spoon fed cows blood was sending his mind to a dark and violent place.

“Dean, it's just a precaution.” Samuel attempted to be reassuring. 

Dean clenched his jaw. Precaution for what. You weren’t even here to see Sam attack me.

“Oh cut the bullcrap!” Dean spat, pulling against the rope binding his arms and legs. “C three P O over here was a bit too cautious back in the alley and look where it got us!”

Samuel stared at him tensely. Dean winced as a spike of sound ringed in his head from a car horn outside. 

“Look I’m fine, Samuel. Really. Just untie me.”

The older man hesitated.

“Please?” Dean cracked a smile that usually got him whatever he wanted.

Usually.

Samuel watched him carefully while he placed the jar lid on the table. The unmistakable smell of iron, meat and death began to waft through the room. He leaned into the scent as he realised just how hungry he was. How dry his throat was. How much the deep, dark red called out to him.

“Samuel I will kill you if you try and hand feed that shit to me.”

The older man raised an eyebrow in response, unimpressed, and picked up the jar.

“Wait!” 

Dean grimaced and hissed through gritted teeth as Sam called out from the other side of the table.

“One drop of human blood is enough, are we sure that cow’s blood is clean?”

“Oh you gotta be fucking kidding me Sammy…” Dean groaned.

Samuel paused, running it through his mind, blinking a few times, he contemplated the risk and the chance. Looking back, Sam shrugged silently.

“Sam has a point. If any human blood, from a cut or a scratch, got into this at the abattoir, you’re done.”

Dean ignored him and glared at Sam.

“God I can’t listen to you right now.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Sam blurted in frustration. 

“Your fucking heartbeat man! It's so loud, it's so monotonous it’s killing me! Look, Samuel, just cut this fuckin rope and hand me the fuckin jar.”

Reluctantly, and cautiously, he pulled out a hunting knife from a holster on his belt. Staying as far from Dean as possible, he nicked part of the rope on Dean’s right arm just enough for him to wiggle it loose. Waving it in the air and stretching the fingers, Dean looked back to the two who were eyeing him off.

“See that wasn’t so bad now was it.” Dean’s tone was sarcastic and he tapped the armrest with his index finger.

“C’mon guys don’t look so nervous.  You can just drug me up again, it’s not like that's off the cards is it Sammy.”

Sam glanced away at the mention of his name, Samuel grunted in frustration as he reached for the jar and took a step towards the chair. In an instant the background thrum of his heart filled Dean’s mind, it was faster, full of nerves and fear compared to Sam’s horribly persistent flat tone. As he approached holding the jar out, Dean felt something shift under his lip.

“NO.”

His voice boomed as he jerked back in his seat, the legs scraping against the floor. Breathing sharply, he tilted his head down avoiding the stares of his associates. 

“Get away from me.”

Grunting and breathing through gritted, sharpened teeth, he glanced up. 

“Sammy, drop the machete.”

They’d both instinctively reached for their weapons. Brandishing them high, already poised for a clean decapitating swing. Dean growled and heaved deep breaths of air, flexing the remaining restraints. He could break free, if he wanted to. With one arm loose, he could easily rip the remaining rope off. He contemplated the thought, reveling in how powerful it made him feel. 

“Dean?”

Samuel’s voice snapped him back to reality. He’d placed his machete back on the table, Sam had lowered his but still gripped it. 

Dean extended his free arm out and flicked his hand towards the table.

“Just hand me the fuckin jar already.”

Samuel was quick to oblige, and quicker to back away once Dean had it in his grip. He tried to not dwell on the way his companions looked at his mouth instead of his face. He could feel the second set of teeth against his lips, his tongue. The smell of blood was suffocating him now, a mixture of alluring coppery tones and the stench of raw stale flesh. He wasn’t sure which was making him feel more ill. The pungent aroma or the fact he liked something in it.

“So you two just gonna watch like this is some sort of peep show or what?”

Neither responded, still fixated on his every move. Pulling a face, Dean limply held the jar up as it to toast before bringing it to his lips. Taking a tentative sip, he recoiled as blood spilt down his chin. Groaning and sputtering he violently spat it out.

“Augh, god this tastes disgusting–”

“I promised you help, I didn’t promise it’d taste nice. Now drink it.”

[fortheloveofarchons]

Xiao being tipsy in front of Aether

Inspired by @kiboyr on Youtube! Go check them out!

C.W. - Paimon being a little shit - Xiao being a bit tipsy - Aether being the forward one - Kiss and make out (mild sexual content) - Past Zhongli/Guizhong - Guizhong dead - Mentioned Zhongli, Guizhong, Venti and Verr Goldet

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To my lovely traveller, 

The breeze combing through your hair today feels a little different, don't you think? A little sweet with a hint of grapes, right?

You must be wondering, you’re in Wangshu Inn, why would you feel my breeze? 

Hehe, that’s because I have left a gift for you. 

A few days ago, I paid a visit to this very same inn to try out their drinks, and guess who did I meet? 

If you’re guessing your beloved Vigilant Yaksha, you’re correct! Though he declined my offer for a few cups of drinks and company, I left him a gift and I told him this, 

“No takesies-backsies!” 

And I immediately left with the wind before he could process what’s happening. 

If you could smell it right now, I wouldn’t be surprised if you could pick a hint of sweetness in today’s wind. That’s because I left him a bottle of wine, haha! 

I know Xiao would only keep it instead of trying it, so I may have told a little lie that it may help with his karmic debt. I know, I know… it’s not good to lie about this. 

Still, wine and any kind of alcohol have been therapeutic to me. Almost like… a salvation. 

Nah, that was too strong of a word. 

So, if anything goes wrong with Xiao– in which the worst scenario is being tipsy, you can take care of him! 

How did I know you’d be here today? Well, a certain pretty bird told me– or rather, a pretty lady working in the inn told me about your upcoming visit. 

I do apologise for giving you this task which is partially my fault, but hey– at least you and Xiao can spend more time together, ehe! 

From your favourite bard, 

Venti. 

“Oh Venti…” Aether folds the letter neatly, letting out a sigh of resignation. 

Though, Paimon doesn’t notice the upward curve on Aether’s lips. 

“Hmm… Paimon doesn’t get why that tone-deaf bard is doing this,” Paimon says as Paimon floats in the air, munching on some cookies. “But we should check up on Xiao to see if he’s okay.” 

“Paimon, why don’t you let me handle this one?” Aether asks. 

“But Paimon wants to help!” Paimon stomps her feet in the air. “Hmph! You always leave Paimon alone when it comes to stuff like this! Paimon is not nosy, Paimon is just concerned!” 

“I know, Paimon…” Aether lets out a sigh once again. 

It’s just that you always say the wrong things at the wrong time… 

Aether could never forget that moment when Paimon, out of concern, asked about Navia’s parents whereabouts… even when Navia had told them both that they passed away years ago! 

Or how Paimon was so rude to Furina that Aether almost wanted to knock Paimon’s head. 

Paimon totally though you were just a bit of a diva at first. 

Oh, sounds like you’re really struggling to cope…  Ah, there it is. You don’t know how to cook! 

Oh… Right, Paimon totally forgot both your parents are dead. 

Even with that faint recollection, Aether’s ears feel red from remembering these moments. It wasn’t the first time for Paimon to say such insensitive words, and Aether is sure it wouldn’t be the last. 

“Paimon, why don’t you go and order some food?” 

“But–” 

Aether quickly brings up a small bag of mora from his inventory, shutting Paimon up instantly. The moment Paimon could hear the clinking sound of coins in the pouch, her eyes were shimmering like the stars tonight. 

“Thank you Aether!” Paimon gives Aether a hug that almost choked his neck, then grabs the bag of mora and finds herself a seat in Wangshu Inn to order what Paimon wants for today’s dinner. 

As soon as Paimon is out of his sight, the golden-haired traveller walks up to the lady named Verr Goldet, who is wearing a traditional, dark red, Liyue overcoat with gold accents and a chunky orange bracelet on each of her arms. 

“Welcome, traveller.” She smiles at him, just like how she would to any customers. “What’ll you have? We have dishes from both Mondstadt and Liyue, and our Almond Tofu is particularly popular.” 

“Then, I’d like a dish of almond tofu, please.” 

A few minutes later, the dessert is right in his hands. It has a silky-smooth texture with a long-lasting aroma of almond. Perfect for the adepti. 

He then quickly walks up to the inn’s topmost floor, where customers could see the whole view of Liyue: Rocky mountains that stands tall and proud alongside the stone forests, the open plains and lively rivers make up Liyue's bountiful landscape, all of which shows its unique beauty through each of the four seasons. 

As Aether could only hear the soft breeze, he called out a name, softly. 

“Xiao?” 

“You called my name, what do you need assistance with?” Aether quickly turns around to find the Vigilant Yaksha appearing in front of him, with hints of wispy black smoke. The first thing Aether instantly notices is the tint of blush around Xiao’s ears and cheeks. 

 “If you don’t need anything, then I shall take my leave. I don’t have time for your mortal ideals, humans do waste my time–” 

“Wait! I called you because…” Aether takes a deep breath before he continues, stretching out his hands to show him the dish. After all, he didn’t want Xiao to disappear on him again, which the yaksha would always disappear with a wispy black green smoke behind. 

Truly a signature move. 

“I want to give you almond tofu and… I’d like you to stay for a bit.” 

 “Huh? Almond tofu?” That made the Vigilant Yaksha’s ears perk up, raising an eyebrow. He looks up and down, both to Aether and the delectable dish in his hands. “You want me to stay in your presence…?”

Aether’s eyes shine bright like a puppy, twinking with pity. 

“Oh, fine . But only this once.” 

Settling himself onto a stool, the Vigilant Yaksha slowly chews onto his plate of almond tofu, savouring its silky sweetness. Meanwhile, the traveller sat right next to him, smugly stares at Xiao’s tipsy state as he continues to chew onto the tofu. Aether’s eyes follows the gentle movement of Xiao’s hands as he brought the porcelain spoon to his mouth, savouring each bite of his meal. 

“Why are you staring at me?” Xiao asks, noticing Aether’s burning stare on his left cheek. “You’re staring at me weirdly, I dislike it… I demand you to stop.” 

A soft smile grace Aether’s lips, reflecting the joy he found in simply being in his presence. He admires the way Xiao savoured the almond tofu, the way his eyes would gradually light up with delight at every delicious morsel.

“Traveller… you’re being very, very quiet.” Xiao puts his spoon down on the finished plate. “You want me to stay, huh?” 

All Aether could do was to prop his chin up with the heel of his hand, smiling at him in return. In that moment, Xiao could feel the traveller’s eyes lingering on his face, tracing every line, etching each detail into his memory: The flustered, furious blush, the prickling heat fanning across his chest and creeping up his neck, along with his clenched fists under the table.

“Fine, so be it.” Xiao quickly turns his head to avoid the traveller’s gaze, hiding his own expression. “I shall stay by your side.”

Ba-bump! Ba-bump! Ba-bump! 

“...What is this feeling?” Xiao mutters the question to himself...

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

Okay so i hope im doing this right!

I saw your post about you wanting to write something about Andy Biersack, so i was thinking about make-up artist x singer. Like we/the reader(?) are his new make-up artist and since andy used to wear a lot of bodypaint i think that would make some interesting scenarios.

So if possible i would love to request something like that! If its to vague i will think of a more detailed scenario!

~C

An: Omg YASS!!! I hope you don't mind I just did head cannons. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!! I will probably make more out of this idea because I love it so much so if you want more just send in more requests!! 😊💚

Warnings: none idk maybe like one swear word lol

• Andy would probably make a sexual joke when your doing the body paint on his stomach

• you would have to redo the paint on his face like a billion times before a show because he'll go to move some of the hair out of his face then accidently touch his face

- he would also fuck up the paint on his arms and hands by running into other BVB members or like a wall lol

• if y'all are dating you will have to redo his lip stick because he will leave kiss marks on like your cheeks and forehead

• He would be doing a interview and if they brought up his makeup he would pull you in the veil of the camera and rant about how amazing of a makeup artist you are like:

• "This is the wonderful person that dose all of this..." He gestures to his face ect. "They are so amazing making me beautiful for the BVB army! This is the real talent!" (I would literally blush so much )

• I imagine that you both would be really close (because it's not like you like all up in his face or anything lol)

A bonus Andy because I also love this era of Andy 💚