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lil-spider · 3 months

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So Damn Pretty

Chapter 9

Part 8 : Part 10

Pairing: Johnny Slaughter X Female Reader

Summary: Johnny is sex starved and you’re very attractive, so attractive that he doesn’t want to kill you. Instead he finds ways to keep you around longer.

Note: I wrote this while having shirtless Johnny on my tv, his muscles are the only thing I can think about 😩.

Warning: This is 18+ and please do not read if your sensitive to heavy descriptions of non/con and violence. Including bondage, blood, gore, assault, objectification and unsafe sex. For those who don’t mind, I hope you enjoy.

I stare timidly at the horribly cracked mirror, observing my naked body. It’s barely recognisable; blue and purple marks spread along my chest, hips, neck and thighs. Johnny has been getting a lot rougher during sex; ever since that night I killed that girl, he’s been more ravenous.

He’s been interrupting me from my tasks more frequently, dragging me off multiple times throughout the day to somewhere away from the house, only to bend me over whatever object he deems fit. His favourite thing to do right now is sit on a pulled-out, deteriorating car seat, drink, or smoke while I’m on my knees in the dirt, sucking him off. At least it gives my poor body a break, even though my knees are now suffering.

I take one last glance at myself before putting on a pastel blue dress decorated with cute yellow flowers. The dress is short and sleeveless. Starting high, wrapping around my neck, to just stopping at the top of my knees, simple but pretty.

Looking down in the sink, I pick up a broken-handled hairbrush and roughly begin brushing my hair. Sissy kindly gifted it to me with an apology for its damaged state, but I didn't care that it was broken; I was so grateful that I squeezed her in for a tight hug. I've been desperate to rid my hair of these nasty knots. My fingers are only able to do so much.

The bathroom is now the only place I get time to think. It used to be my room, but with late-night visits from Johnny, it's no longer available.

I put the brush back down and rummaged through Jessica's makeup bag. I was supposed to hide it originally, but I changed my mind and decided to use her stuff; it would have been wasting away and forgotten about if I hid it. Searching around, I pulled out a black mascara tube, black eyeliner, and a small brown eyeshadow palette with three shades. Having no brushes, I got to work using my fingers, delicately rubbing the pigments over my eyelids. It feels good to use makeup again, a luxury I guess I took for granted. It makes me feel better, feeling refreshed and pretty.

After applying the eyeliner along my eye shape and coating on layers of mascara, I take a second to admire myself, which is a tad difficult with a broken mirror. I won't have many chances to do this again, sadly; Jessica only carried a small bag of makeup wipes with her.

I bundle the makeup products and the broken hairbrush in my arms and swiftly leave the bathroom towards my bedroom. Pushing the door open with my foot, I place the items down gently on my bedside table, and I grab an old, ugly pair of brown sandles, sliding them on. They were perfect for getting around that house quietly without disturbing anyone; Sissy's style of barefoot isn't something I was too fond of. Buckling up the sandle straps, I march downstairs, feeling ready for today.

Reaching the dining room, I notice it's unusually quiet; there's no sign of Bubbaor Nubbins messing around; Johnny ain't here either, lacking the sound of his thundering footsteps and voice.

Did I spend so long getting ready that I missed breakfast? Hopefully, Johnny went with Drayton in the early morning. I can’t help but feel anxious thinking of what else he could be up to. It was weeks ago that he brought that woman back to purposefully antagonise me. My mouth always dries up thinking about that. Did Johnny even realise I had caught him before he brought me down to the basement? Or was that his plan to further anger me?

I don't like thinking about it, and I also can't stop. The guilt and excitement I felt were like none other. Killing her was intense. So much was happening all at once with such little consequence. It bothers me that I killed her out of petty jealousy, even more so that I'm happy she's dead. God, what is happening to me?

“Lookin’ very dolled up today, sweetie?” Sissy says with a smirk as she takes a bite from her buttered-up toast.

Her voice snaps me out of my thoughts instantly, and I flinch in surprise, not aware she was sitting so close. She really is the quietest out of the whole family.

"I felt like using some makeup, just for fun.” I responded to her honestly; it was true. I just wanted to feel pretty.

“Shame Johnny ain’t here to see you all pretty this morning." She smiles at me teasingly, a glint in her dangerous eyes. Not bothered, I grab myself a plate with strawberry jam toast and take a seat in front of her.

“I didn’t do it for Johnny.” I tell her, taking a large bite of my toast. She stands after finishing her breakfeast, walking off with an unconvinced look.

I wonder if the rest of the family knows about Johnny and I’s relationship; Drayton and him did have that argument when I first arrived. Not to mention our lack of subtlety; I mean, we go off together for long periods and come back with dishevelled hair and clothes. It doesn't help that I am covered head to toe in bruises.

I nibbled on the rest of the toast while thinking. Maybe they don't care; I know Johnny doesn't lose sleep over other opinions on what he does. I am, for one, embarrassed if they know.

Am I the lucky one? Johnny has chosen me to be with him out of so many other girls; he likes me the most, or I would not be here right now, and I want to keep it that way. After everything I’ve been through, God forbid another woman tries to take that away from me. I just need more time to understand Johnny and what he truly wants from me.

I finish my small breakfast, standing up to clean up my plate. I better hurry up; it’s my turn to feed Grandpa Sawyer, and he is most likely hungry by now.

Ironically, out of everyone in this family, Grandpa Sawyer is the most pleasant person to be around. Feeding him the vial of blood that I had once found gross has become a normal occurrence, and afterwards, I just relax in the living room, sewing or knitting near him while he sleeps; it’s peaceful.

I just started sewing and knitting as a new hobby. With the hard work Sissy and I have been doing, we were all caught up on house chores. We get them done in a couple of hours instead of a whole day. I've also finished trimming all the bushes and flowers, with nothing else important to do. Sissy has been teaching me to sew and knit to kill time while she tends to her plants in her greenhouse. So I spend my free time fixing old clothes in the living room, near Grandpa.

Now that oh so sweet, peacefulness went away as Nubbins came stomping downstairs, crashing down on the couch next to me with a heavy photo album. It’s amazing that he didn’t wake up, grandpa.

"I-I-I got some new photos I-i took with my n-n-new camera." Nubbins informs me gleefully, opening up his album.

"Ah, sure thing, yeah," I tell him, surprised by the suddenness of his appearance. He usually keeps himself locked up in his room. I put my sewing needles and the shirt I was working on to the side so I could focus my attention on him.

With beaming excitement, Nubbins flips through the photo album, going to the back to show his most recent pictures. I look at the ones he is flipping through and see a variety of shots of sunsets and sunflowers. He seems to be very passionate about his hobby. It's nice to see how he spends his free time.

It was nice until I saw pictures of mutilated animals. I cringed at the horrid sights, flicking my eyes away and swallowing my distaste. He finally gets to the page he wants. Chucking the album in my lap, he begins pointing to each picture, telling me the meaning behind each one.

I couldn't help but chuckle looking at the super close-up shots of Drayton's angry face. I tell Nubbins how hilarious it is, and he needs to take more close-up shots of everyone. He giggles in agreement. He flips the page over while bouncing in his seat. Thankfully, there are no more gruesome pictures; his latest ones are all beautiful and sweet. I point to the ones I like best.

One is of Sissy and Bubba dancing out in the backyard; he's adorably holding her hand up as she daintily spins. Another set of pictures I love is of Johnny in a white singlet, covered in grease stains, bent over working on a car. It follows another picture of him standing back up, turned towards the camera with a confused face, and then the last shot shows him angrily marching towards the camera, trying to grab it. It's a bit blurred; Nubbins must have started running off as he took that last picture.

"These are really beautiful Nubbins." I tell him wholeheartedly. The pictures are well shot, and there is a loveliness to them, showing the fun side of his family.

He grins at me in delight, and with a stutter in his voice, he asks if he could take a picture of me since I look very pretty today and will make a nice new collection.

I nod my head. I don't see the harm in a few pictures. Nubbins quickly hops off the couch and stands in front of me, grabbing his camera that's strapped around his neck. He starts rapidly snapping pictures, the flash blinding me slightly, but I quickly compose myself and begin to smile, sitting up straighter, hopefully looking okay. I get nervous about my photo being taken.

After six or seven pictures fall from his camera, Nubbins squats down quickly, scattering them in his hands, and hobbles his way upstairs, forgetting about his photo album that is still placed on my lap.

With a morbid sense of curiosity, I flip back to see what other pictures Nubbins has taken. It consists mainly of poor dead cattle, roadkill, more of the family, and property. Until I found a picture of Johnny smiling with the corpse of a dead girl, he looked ecstatic, carrying her over his shoulder, shirtless and sweaty. It appears like he was chasing her and finally caught her. Like a wolf hunting a rabbit. Before I could turn another page, I heard Nubbins coming back downstairs.

I quickly snap the album shut and plop it next to me while grabbing my sewing needles, pretending I was focusing on something else other than his photos.

“F-forgot this.” He mumbles under his breath, snatching the album from the couch and placing it under his arm while scuttling back to his room.

I sigh in relief at not getting caught looking through his album. I don’t know how he would react to it; it seems he takes his photography very seriously and personally. The last thing I want to do is cause trouble. Snooping like that is dangerous for me; I won’t try that again.

A few hours have passed since that little incident, and Sissy and I had just finished making dinner—chilli again, of course; it’s the family’s favourite. Made only how Drayton likes it, as he is the chilli expert.

I finish placing the cutlery and ceramic white plates on the dinner table just as Sissy rings the bell, signalling that food is cooked and it's time for supper.

“Pa and Johnny should be back anytime now.” Sissy yells out to me from the kitchen, and right on cue, I hear Drayton's beat-up old truck roll up front.

Heavy doors slam, and loud voices take over the silence. The more they get closer, the easier it is to tell that an argument broke out between them—more of Drayton lecturing over Johnny. But they both come straight to the dining table, sitting in their designated spots as I take my seat.

I’m in front of Johnny. I look at his handsome face and am happy to see him. He stares back at me, making heavy eye contact with me. He looks hungry, and I don’t think it's for chilli. I cast my eyes down, not being able to keep the contact. I’ve never been good at holding eye contact; it gets too much before I start feeling embarrassed; it's easier to just look away.

Bubba comes in dressed up like an old grandma, carrying the big pot of chilli. Using a large wooden spoon, he goes around the table, serving the portions on the plates. Sissy must have given him the task when he came up from the basement. He practically lives down there, barely coming up. I guess having your own lair would be nice; it’s spacious, but I don't see the appeal; each to their own.

Sissy comes skipping in right after with a tea spoon and medium-sized bowl of sour cream, plopping them down on the table for whoever. She glances around and notices Nubbins hasn’t arrived. She sighs in annoyance, skips to the stairs, and yells out his name while also yelling that it’s dinnertime.

"Hurry up before it gets cold!" She yells for the last time. She comes back, smiling and taking her seat right next to me. We wait to eat until Nubbins arrives, who, of course, rushes down the stairs to take his spot. Yapping on about the new photos he took today.

As Bubba puts the large pot down and sits, we begin to eat, and I glance back at Johnny, who is no longer staring at me but just casually eating and focusing on the others. I'm a tad jealous that he’s not focusing on me anymore. I must be showing it on my face as Johnny looks back at me with a smirk on his face. I flush red as he winks, and I look down again. I hate being so easy to read and tease.

After finishing dinner, I was helping clean up the leftovers and dishes. Then the most odd thing happened. Johnny started to help, packing up the plates and bringing them to me. Not once since I've been here has Johnny ever helped with dishes. Placing the dirty dishes in the sink, he slides behind me, sneakily pressing himself against my ass.

“Meet me outside near the shed. I got somethin’ for ya’." He says this quietly into my ear. With a quick kiss on my cheek, he's moves away leaving me alone and most likely heading to the shed.

I wonder what he planned for me tonight; I have a feeling it’s not just the usual romp but something more. Taking deep breaths, I head out from the back garden to the nearby large shed. I really hope this isn't a punishment after that incident a few days ago. After I had killed that black-haired woman, I yelled at him for sleeping with her. Yes, I murdered her, but I was still pissed that he did that. I felt betrayed.

Johnny, not reacting to my anger, turned and left, leaving me baffled. It's why now I'm getting nervous as I get closer to the shed. Moonlight giving me vision in the dark while the gravel crunches underneath my shoes, sounds of crickets and leaves rustling around me as I reach my destination.

Walking inside, Johnny is sitting on top of a large crater, and near him is another woman, bleeding from many cuts, gagged, and tied with an old rope to a chair. The poor thing is a sobbing mess. The outdoor lamps reflecting the wetness from her tears.

“I kept her alive just for you, sweetheart.” He says as he takes a drag from his cigarette. He stands up from the crate and saunters closer to me.

Did you fuck this one too? I wanted to say badly, but I held my tongue. The last thing I want is to end up in the same position as the new victim. I shouldn't test him.

Johnny smiles, like he knows what I want to say, and I'm never going to be able to hide my thoughts from him.

He wraps his muscular arm around my waist, pulling me towards him. “I know what you're thinking, sweetheart, and I didn’t put my cock any wear near her. I didn’t want you to have another temper tantrum like the other night.” He mocks me by blowing his cigarette smoke in my face.

I crinkled my nose at the smoke, swatting its vileness away from my face. He tugs me along closer and grips my chin to my face towards the woman, who is straining her eyes at me with desperation.

“I want you to slice her up real good.” He speaks softly into my ear. Using the arm that was around my waist, he reaches to his pocket, pulling out a small switchblade and placing it in my sweaty palm. A lump swells in my throat at what he's asking me to do. I have to torture this innocent woman. I look closely at her; she seems to be in her mid-late twenties or early thirties. How am I going to do this?

He notices my hesitation, and without getting angry, he instead gently guides me closer to her. He walks behind me, pressing his large frame against me. "Let me show you." His deep voice soothes me as he holds my wrists like a puppeteer. I bite my bottom lip as he, or I guess me, presses the knife to the fat part of her cheek. Sliding it across. Ruby-red blood shines out of the gash as the woman wrestles with her restraints on the chair.

“I can’t.” I whimper at him. My hands are trembling for causing her anguish. She doesn’t deserve this; no matter who she is, this is wrong.

“You will, or else I'll fuck her in front of you.” I'm not sure if it’s cowardice or selfishness, but I give in to him, letting him guide the knife along her delicate skin, slicing it and causing nasty red lines. We drag it down along her neck, pressing it down harder into her chest, where her heart is. I feel his hardness press into me, his hot breath along my neck, and his arm around my waist as we continue, going back up and pressing the sharp blade along her throat.

The woman's breathing is rapid. Panting from fear. I refuse to look at her face, knowing what I'll see. Knowing she doesn't want to die. Begging for her life.

“Do it.” He grunts, letting go of my wrist, holding me tight, waiting for me to slice her throat, wanting me to murder her on my own accord. I ignore the voices in my head as I dig the blade in deep enough. I shut my eyes as it gushes out. The woman gurgles and splatters in her gag as she chokes on her own blood.

I just killed another person, a human being. Who had a life? No, I can’t think about it; I won't. Thinking about that will get me killed. I love Johnny, and I’ll do anything for him.

I let out a big sob, trying to calm down as Johnny turned me into his chest, hugging me.

"You did so well, sweetheart." He assured me, patting my head. A sense of comfort swarms me as I'm held tight in his arms.

I crane my neck up to look up at him, his dark eyes blown wide with excitement. We stare at each other as our breaths get heavy.

He dives in for a hungry kiss. I reciprocate, wanting him to devour me and to feel him inside me. Keeping me full.

Johnny pulls and tosses me against a crate. My chest squishes flat as he pulls up my dress. I wiggle my upper body, trying to adjust myself to a comfortable position.

“Your soaked.” Johnny mocks me while gliding his fingers along my slit.

Without hesitation, I grind myself back on his hand, his thumb rubbing slow circles on my engorged clit, while two other fingers slide inside, stretching me out for his cock.

“Johnny.” I moan softly, feeling guilty as I look at the bleeding-dead woman, her limp body falling forward.

“Don't worry, darlin', I got you." His fingers start thrusting out of me, distracting me as I clench around them, moaning. Fuck, it feels good.

“Please, Johnny, keep going; don’t stop.” I squeezed myself again around his fingers. I'm so aroused that I could cum at any moment.

He is always so good with his fingers; he knows exactly where to put them, turning me into a moaning mess and aching for an orgasm. He presses his thumb on my clit harder, rocking it back and forth along with his other fingers.

I try not to look back at the woman; the sounds of my wetness echo through the shed. A hard slap to my ass cues me to look back at Johnny in surprise; he looks annoyed.

“Don’t fuckin’ ignore me, sweetheart.” He yells angry at me for being distracted. He pulls out his fingers, drawing a gasp out of me as he flips me over.

Flatting my back on the crate, I spread my legs while the rest of my dress is dragged up over my breasts. He moves in between my legs hovering over me.

“I’m sorry, Johnny.” I moan out as he gropes and kneads my breasts. I spread my legs further to accommodate his hulking frame. My pussy aching to be touched again. He sucks on a nipple, swirling it with his tongue as I reach around, digging my nails into his soft hair.

He stops sucking my nipples and roughly pulls my knees up to my chest so he can place his lips on my clit. He gently blows cool air on my pearl before encompassing his mouth around it, sucking and licking. I pant and squeeze his hair tighter, making him groan into my cunt. Shit, I'm going to cum soon. My cunt clenches around nothing, demanding to be filled as I reach my peak, legs shaking as I cum.

He pushes his cock inside me as I cum. We both groan in sync as he keeps going in. "Fuck your pussy feels incredible!" He groans, thrusting away.

I start moaning loudly, feeling very sensitive from my orgasm. He starts going harder, placing my calves over his shoulders. I hold on to him, trying to focus, but I'm so sensitive that I can barely keep up.

"Johnnyyy s-so good.” I breatheless moan, barely making a full sentence as my tits swing to his pounding.

“Gonna cum, sweetheart.” He warns, pushing my legs further back, reaching deeper than before. He places his thumb on my clit, massaging it.

I unexpectedly cum again, and my body shakes at its suddenness. Johnny moans deeply, feeling my gummy walls gush and tighten around his throbbing cock.

“Oh yeah, that’s what I love’.” He groans as he cums, squirting in me deeply, holding me still as he fills me up. I whine when he places my legs down. He watches his cum drip out of your cunt, biting his lower lip at the sight.

"Shit darlin', I wanna' fuck again." He groans enthusiastically, slapping my thighs.

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bonesandthebees · 10 months

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I would love some makeup and skincare tips if you're willing :)

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of course!! (these answers are very general/assuming you're starting from the very beginning. if you want more specific advice lmk just give me more specific questions)

so I've talked about skincare on here before so I'll put that at the bottom of this ask, and I'll start with make up instead this time

makeup takes a learning curve to figure out how to use. there's no getting around that. it took years for me to figure out makeup stuff and I started playing around with it when I was only 12-13ish. don't feel embarrassed if your makeup doesn't turn out how you want. depending on what you're doing, you're basically learning how to paint but, like, really specifically and only on your face. it takes practice and that's ok! if you're embarrassed about people seeing you with makeup on, just do it alone in your room. the only reason I got good at winged eyeliner was because I made myself do makeup every day during the first quarantine era of covid so that I'd have a daily routine established and wouldn't just sit in pajamas in bed all day. I wasn't going out at all, so I made myself do winged eyeliner every time bc I knew no one was gonna see it, and it didn't take long for me to get good at it. so practice when you're alone and wipe it off when you're done. you'll figure it out eventually.

now as far as what kind of makeup to do on your face. well, that depends on what you're trying to achieve with makeup. do you want to cover up acne? do you want to do fun eyeshadow and eyeliner? do you want to enhance your natural features? if you're completely new to makeup I'd recommend starting with the basics of just trying to enhance your natural features. that's usually very simple and easy makeup that'll help you learn the foundations of it all so you can build up from there.

'natural' makeup routines that you read about online are probably going to consist of some kind of tinted moisturizer, maybe some concealer, maybe mascara, and probably a bit of blush. it depends on how much you want to do. if you're going for something with more coverage to cover up acne, look for foundation instead of tinted moisturizer.

if you're just starting out you're probably going to want to go for drugstore makeup instead of the expensive stuff. maybelline anti-age rewind multi-use concealer has been my go to concealer for years now. elf as a whole is a really low-priced and generally well recommended makeup brand with a lot of variety to what they sell. for whichever product you're trying to get, tbh just google 'best drugstore brand [insert product here]' and you'll find a ton of magazine articles pop up with recommendations.

last tips for now. here's what you don't need when you're just starting out: primer (you are probably not going to be doing heavy daily makeup right off the bat it's not worth it in that case). look, I know everyone talks about primer being amazing. but I basically never use foundation or tinted moisturizer, I just use concealer. so it's very unnecessary for me. later on you might find you need it, but at the start I promise you don't

hope that helps with some makeup stuff! skincare info below!

okay so for skincare, I've found that it's easiest to build a routine one step at a time. don't feel like you have to rush into everything all at once. first get into the habit of washing your face every morning and night if you don't already. make sure you have a good facial cleanser that's suited to your skin type (please don't use body soap for your face). cetaphil and cerave are both very highly rated drugstore skincare brands that have a lot of options for face cleansers for all skin types (oily, dry, sensitive, etc). then you need a moisturizer. again, I recommend either cetaphil or cerave to start off with bc of their low price point and how highly rated their products are. I use cetaphil daily face cleanser and cetaphil's daily oil free moisturizer with spf 35. definitely try to get one with spf in it because sun protection is the other essential part of a bare bones skincare routine. when looking for a face moisturizer, try to go for ones that say they're non-comedogenic which means they won't clog your pores. oil-free is probably preferable too especially if you have acne.

after you have the basics you can get into other stuff! this stuff is going to depend on what skin issues you have. there are a whole lot of serums out there you can look into (niacinamide I think is one of the best serums for most skin types and you can get a bottle of it from both good molecules or the ordinary for like $6). different serums are formulated to target different things, so again try to google stuff to see what might be most helpful for you. skincare brands besides cetaphil and cerave that I think are good to start out with is the ordinary (high quality at a very low price) and good molecules. neutrogena also has some pretty good products, and I really love elf's eye cream. but if you're really unsure where to start, the ordinary has an online quiz you can take on your site which will recommend products to you based off what you say your skin issues are, so even if you don't end up buying anything from them that can give you an idea of what products to start looking at.

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writing-about-current-obsessions · 2 years

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Crossing the line

Pairings: Pierre Gasly x reader

Words: 4724

Summary: Pierre and his longtime friend mess up their friendship. (Fuckboy Pierre in this one, but I forgive him entirely) (It’s also unnecessarily dramatic, but please bear with me)

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The plan was to get ready quickly and then go to the restaurant to meet our friends, but I think both Pierre and I knew that we will be late. He was perfectly aware of the fact that I hate being rushed when getting ready and also, that I want to take my time doing makeup before going out because I enjoy the process. Usually, he would get ready before me and then hang out with me near the vanity or in front of the mirror in the bathroom, just chatting and catching up with me. This time, I heard him talking on the phone with someone and walking around his bedroom, while I was busy with my makeup.

This year, the universe finally aligned and I had time to visit Pierre in Milan for the whole week. We often managed to find a couple of days here and there to see each other, but never a whole week. He always convinced me to stay at his place, which wasn’t very hard to do. Despite it being convenient, I also loved spending time with him. Maybe even more than I should love it, since for the last couple of months I also started to develop some serious feelings towards him.

We have always been just friends, albeit flirty and touchy, but we never crossed any lines. We even gave each other advice about love and relationships, we met each other’s partners when either of us was dating someone and it was as normal as a friendship could get. But lately, I have been seeing much more of him and I started to realize how much he had changed over the years. At his core, he was still Pierre whom I knew and cared about – he was still the same person I was used to, but he was also much more mature and serious. He was more attentive, caring, honest and grounded than he was when he was younger. I don’t know exactly what caused those changes, but I noticed it a lot in his behaviour and the small things he would do. Pierre was becoming incredibly attractive to me (in a very not-friendly way and very much in the I-want-to-kiss-you type of way). I was starting to seriously worry about how I was going to keep being friends with him and act like everything is completely normal.

I did consider him handsome from the first time I met him, but I never would think of him as my type. I realized that I was right as soon as I noticed how many women did he take out with him and how fast he got in and out of relationships. It didn’t bother me though; he had the right to do what he wanted with whomever he wanted, but a part of me didn’t let myself get enamoured by him simply because of that trait of his. I didn’t want to be one of Pierre’s women in that sense. Ironically, lately, that was the only thing I could think about.

I wondered if he ever thought about us together. If he ever looked at me in that way or asked himself how would our romantic relationship work. There were glimpses of chemistry between us; passionate looks shared or delicate touches followed by gentle compliments, but never anything more than that. Sometimes I would expect him to lean in and kiss me, but that thought would soon be thrown out of the window as he would pull back and continue as if nothing had happened. It was infuriating, because it meant nothing to him, while it started to mean something to me.

I pushed all of that to the back of my mind, grabbing my mascara and concentrating on the reflection in the mirror. My dress was waiting for me on a hanger beside the door, but the sink was still littered with half of my makeup bag since it took me a while to decide on the eyeshadow and the tint of my lipstick. I rarely wore white, but I found this gorgeous satin dress with long puff sleeves and a V-neck that made me feel so elegant that I couldn’t leave the store without buying it. I wore a new lingerie set to match, deciding to spoil myself in my last shopping spree. As I was finishing with makeup, I could already feel my confidence soar. I only needed to put on my lipstick and my dress before I was done.

But then Pierre barged in through the doors that were already half-open, stopping when he noticed I was only in my underwear. We shared living spaces occasionally, so this wasn’t the first time it happened, but this time I could clearly see him halt and rake his eyes all over my body. His eyes were wide as he took everything in, making me contemplate if I should let him or throw something at him when he was ogling me so obviously.

“Pierre.”, I scolded in amusement and his eyes snapped up to look at my face finally.

He cleared his throat. “I regret taking that phone call and not coming here sooner.”

I chuckled, turning my attention back to the mirror. “I’m almost done.”

“Take your time.”, I could hear the smile in his voice as he sat on the edge of the bathtub. “I don’t mind the view.”

Considering that half my ass was covered in lace, I could easily figure out why.

That was another thing – Pierre complimented me constantly, throwing cheeky comments my way whenever he had the chance. I kept teasing him back about being a heartbreaker or a playboy, occasionally complimenting him genuinely as well. Still, it was starting to bother me, because I knew he was like that with all women. And I didn’t want to be like everyone else in his eyes.

I could see him in the corner of the huge mirror in front of me, again staring at any part of my body besides my face. I decided to let him, knowing that my new lingerie set made all of my assets look great.

“You look gorgeous.”, Pierre complimented in a deep tone, again causing a moment where I thought about how the lines of our friendship were becoming increasingly blurry.

Friends don’t make flattering remarks to each other when they’re in their underwear. Well, women do, but that’s different.

“Thank you.”, I glanced at his face and noticed he was returning my gaze.

We were both silent as I carefully outlined my lips with a lip pencil, focusing on not messing up. Even without a quick glance in the mirror to confirm it, I could feel his stare on me as I put on my lipstick, painting my lips dark red. I did it slowly, but in confident strokes, my mouth open slightly agape as I did so. As soon as I finished, I glanced at Pierre’s mirror reflection, seeing that he was staring at me with an intense look, his mouth pulled in a straight line. That was his thinking face. As a matter of fact, he looked so lost inside his thoughts that I wondered what threw him off balance.

He got up and took his time walking towards me, while I was leaning over the sink, my palms resting on the cool surface. Pierre kept his gaze on me, smiling wide as he approached me. For a moment, I felt like prey hunted by the predator. I was mesmerized by the ice blue in his eyes and didn’t move an inch, waiting to see what he’ll do. He put his hands on my waist and I almost jumped at the contact, not expecting it. His fingers trailed over the lace of my lingerie and over my bare skin, sending goose bumps down my spine.

He leaned in closer to my ear, whispering. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me, looking like this…”

Pierre kept eye contact through the mirror and I couldn’t help but smirk. All the words were stuck in my throat and all of my senses were going absolutely crazy. I could feel his perfume, mixed with his own usual scent. I could sense his warm breath against my neck and his fingers pressing into my skin gently, making me shiver in pleasure. I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that this was happening. Was Pierre making a move on me, or was he just having fun, making a joke?

No matter how close we sometimes got, our friendship never got past hugs and slight cuddles, platonic kisses on the cheek or forehead, or compliments and slight teasing. This seemed much more profound.

He closed his eyes, pressing a kiss on my neck, just below my ear. Then he continued leaving kisses, even sucking one spot of skin on my collarbone, eliciting a quiet moan out of me. He grinned, meeting my eyes in the mirror as his arms travelled around me completely, effectively caging me in his embrace and pulling me tight against his front. The first thing I could feel was his hardness, showing me exactly what kind of effect I had on him.

“It always turns me on when I watch you put on makeup.”, he whispered, his hand splayed across my stomach now, with the fingers of his other hand now playing with the lace on the hemline of my panties. “Especially when you’re wearing something like this.”

“Pierre…”, I breathed out, my heart almost thumping out of my chest.

As his hand moved from my stomach to the cup of my bra, my head reflexively moved back to rest on his shoulder, my back arching slightly. His hands on my skin and his body against mine felt like heaven, but all the alarms in my head were going off. What the hell were we doing?

Still, I let him turn me around gently, so I could face him. There was a moment of silence and complete stillness as we looked into each other’s eyes, as if trying to figure out what to do next. Pierre leaned in closer, giving me enough time to back off or push him away, but I didn’t do either of those things. I let him press his lips against mine in a searing kiss. I finally got an answer to the question that was raking my brain lately – now I knew how it felt to kiss one of my best friends. Pierre claimed my mouth, kissing me greedily and passionately, his hands holding me tight against him. My tongue trailed across his bottom lip and it didn’t take him long to deepen the kiss, grabbing also my bum in the process, squeezing it. It was the first time I could feel his rock-hard body completely against me, as well as the rock-hard proof of his arousal poking into my lower belly. I couldn’t help but think about how would he feel inside me, filling me up completely.

My phone started ringing from the bedroom, making me pull away immediately, although still with some reluctance. There was a split second as I stared at Pierre and tried to read his mind, before hurrying to the bedroom to answer my phone.

It was Charles, probably wondering where we were.

I answered his call, assuring him that we were just about to leave the apartment. I was trying to catch my breath, but thankfully, I chalked it up to hurrying around the apartment to get ready, which Charles believed. As I kept talking to him on the phone, wanting to end the conversation quickly, Pierre emerged from the bathroom. After a quick glance at him, I ignored him completely, moving to get to my dress and putting it on. I hastily ended the phone call and put on my dress in record time, taking a moment to look myself in the mirror. What the fuck was that?!

I was seriously starting to panic after that make-out that happened only a minute ago, because my brain started to function again and the thoughts I pushed away now caught up to me. Despite my thinking about how Pierre matured and became more serious lately, this was enough proof that he didn’t change at all. All he searched for was a quick lay and then he was on his way. The only thing I couldn’t understand was why would he do that to me? He never crossed the line with me, always able to find a one-night stand seemingly effortlessly.

I was angry at him. And angry at myself.

I couldn’t believe that he would try something like this with me, not caring about our friendship. And I was stupid enough to fall for his charms and almost take me to bed, with both of us knowing perfectly well what would happen the next day.

After a few deep breaths, I exited the bathroom in my new dress, my excitement about wearing it now spoiled by what happened. I moved to sit on the bed and put on my heels, still ignoring Pierre who was leaning against the doors of the bedroom, quietly looking at me.

I fiddled with the straps of my heels as he cleared his throat. “So… That was some kiss, huh?”

I could hear the smile in his voice and I raised my head up to glare at him. “A momentary lapse of judgement. Won’t happen again.”

Pierre was taken aback by my icy tone, frowning. “You didn’t like it? Seemed like you did.”

Without saying a word, I was still working on my heels, although now I was just buying myself some more time to think about what to say.

“I think you liked my hands on your body, too.”, Pierre added, the smugness apparent without me needing to glance at him.

I stood up after finally putting my heels on. “Let’s just forget about it.”

I didn’t wait for his response, absolutely fuming at him. I grabbed my purse and rushed out of the apartment, making my way to his car which was parked in front of the building. The fucker had the decency to be so casual about it. He was about to sleep with me, completely disregarding all the years of our friendship and treating me like a stranger who he met at the club.

I scoffed to myself, letting the anger take me. If not, I would certainly burst into tears. For the last couple of months when the feelings I felt towards Pierre deepened, I started to entertain the possibility of us ending up together, hoping that he would be willing to put the effort into a relationship and not into a short-term fling. It was silly of me, but up until tonight, I was trying to find a way to talk to him and show him what I was feeling, fantasizing about him reciprocating.

I held the tears back, my mind spiralling. How could I ever look him in his eyes after this? How could I hang out with him and pretend like we were close friends when this situation just got a hundred times more complicated?

I waited beside his car for him to lock the apartment and come down since I had almost run out. I would’ve walked to the restaurant since it wasn’t so far away, but I had chosen to wear one of the highest heels I had, since they accompanied my dress perfectly. I had to endure a car ride with Pierre, then dinner with our closest friends, smiling and pretending that everything was fine in front of them. This whole night was ruined in just a couple of seconds, because I had stupidly let Pierre kiss me.

He came up beside me, unlocking the car and opening the passenger doors for me like he always did. This time, instead of thanking him and giving him a bright smile, I silently got in. I had no idea what to say to him right now. All I knew was that I was petty, annoyed and absolutely furious with him. We were both to blame for this, but I felt like he was the one who started it and therefore the one to apologize. But even if he apologized, I didn’t think we could go back to the way we were.

I bit my lip and exhaled a big breath silently, not wanting to think about this now. Pierre got in and started the car, driving us to the restaurant in complete, awkward silence.

When we got to the table, we were greeted warmly by Charles and Charlotte. The dinner started off fairly normally, with us girls catching up because we haven’t seen each other in a while and with Charles and Pierre engrossed in their conversation. It got a bit more difficult to pretend everything was okay as the evening prolonged. Charles and Charlotte definitely noticed something was wrong because I barely looked at Pierre or engaged in conversations when he was the one speaking. Usually, we would talk over each other, already knowing what the other one was going to say. But thankfully, they didn’t ask anything, sensing probably that it was better to leave the topic alone and have a peaceful dinner.

The time for desserts came after what felt like forever. It wasn’t that I was hating the dinner, but I was bothered by what happened so much that I couldn’t properly concentrate on the topics of conversation or even let myself enjoy the food while spending time with our friends.

Pierre used the opportunity while they weren’t looking at us to angle his body towards me and lean closer, trying to catch my attention. I didn’t budge, taking a sip of my wine and pretending he doesn’t exist. He didn’t give up though, calling my name softly and quietly, trying to catch my attention while Charles was convincing his girlfriend to share a lava cake with him. Even after I ignored that, he didn’t let it go. Pierre put a hand on my thigh, startling me at first. I turned my head to look at him, or better yet, stare at him as threateningly as I possibly could at that moment.

“Can we talk?” he asked stiffly.

“Do we really have to talk now?”

“I’m sorry about-“ he started, but suddenly I got nauseous and a flood of tears rushed to my eyes, threatening to spill over.

Just thinking about what happened made me want to barf. If I could, I would turn back time and never kiss Pierre, because then I would still have my best friend and I wouldn’t have to worry about how I’m going to talk to him or even look at him.

The last thing I wanted for today was to cry in public, so I quickly stood up, accidentally scraping my chair against the floor and causing an awful sound which made a few heads turn toward me. Charles and Charlotte both glanced at me in concern as I excused myself and hurried away from our table.

I desperately need air. I need to get away from here.

I didn’t even realize where I was going with tears blurring my vision. I passed the bathroom, hurrying in an unknown direction, away from all the people in the restaurant, but especially Pierre. I found a random backdoor and pushed it open, a gust of fresh air hitting my face as I stepped out. The street was almost empty, so there wasn’t anyone to see me have an absolute breakdown as I bawled my eyes out in my hands. In a matter of seconds, I was a sobbing mess, having difficulty breathing with the onslaught of emotions that washed over me at once.

As I was gasping for air, panicking out of my mind, I didn’t realize that Pierre followed me outside and was now standing behind me. I was sobbing as he lightly touched my shoulder, making me jump in surprise no matter how careful he was. When I turned around and saw the concerned look he gave me, full of pity and sadness, I almost collapsed. His touch would usually soothe me, and calm me down. But now, it did the opposite and only unnerved me more.

“Don’t…”, I mumbled out, taking a step away from him. “Just leave me alone, Pierre.”

“I can’t.”, he said simply, but still moving his hand away.

“I need a moment.”, I wiped the tears away and tried to calm myself so I could breathe properly. “Alone.”

There was no point in trying to maintain my dignity at that moment, but I still turned away from him so he couldn’t stare at my blotchy, tear-streaked face.

“I’m not leaving you when you’re like this.”

I rolled my eyes. Pierre was full of contradictions – now he suddenly cared about me and my feelings? I scoffed to myself, turning even more of my back to him.

“I’m sorry about what happened. I’m sorry for crossing the line.”, Pierre said softly and sincerely, but my anger was only bubbling up.

When I didn’t say anything, he continued. “I’ve been feeling like this for a while, and… I didn’t know how to say anything to you, so I just acted. Without thinking first.”

If it were possible, I think steam would be coming out of my ears given how furious I was at that point. Pierre explaining how he found me attractive and wanted to sleep with me would be flattering, if only we weren’t such close friends. His words now only affirmed what I was thinking previously – he wanted someone to sleep with and I was the closest.

I faced him then, not caring anymore about how horrible or crazy I looked at that point.

“I’m not here to keep your dick warm for one night and then for you to forget about me!” I snapped at him, not even believing that this is what actually came out of my mouth.

Surely, I could have worded that better, despite everything.

Pierre was shocked and hurt. I could see it in his eyes, in the way he flinched at my words, his mouth falling open without letting out a sound. The nerve of him.

“Do you really think I would do that to you?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowed together and his tone shaky.

“You did it to other women.”, I shrugged it off like it wasn’t a big deal while looking away, my voice weak now as I tried to keep my face away from him so he couldn’t see my tears again.

I folded my arms beneath my chest, as if that would help me shield myself from this conversation. I suddenly felt the cold as well, my bare arms and legs exposed to the chillness of the night air.

Without saying anything, as if putting a pause on our fight, Pierre took off his jacket and moved to put it around me. And I let him. It was as if he could read my mind; like he knew with just one look what I felt. I guess it was all of the years we knew each other. Sometimes it truly felt like we could read each other’s minds, which is why I didn’t expect him to act this way.

He lingered as he put the jacket around my shoulders, his body so close I could smell his cologne. He stroked gently down my arms, now covered in his jacket, before he made eye contact with me and noticed my glare. He took a step back.

“I know I did it to others…”, he admitted, sighing. “But, you’re different. I would never do that to you.”

I kept silent, not believing him yet, but also not wanting to snap at him again.

“You…”, he sighed heavily, carefully taking my hand and enveloping it in both of his palms. “You mean so much to me. Words can’t even explain.”

Pierre seemed troubled. His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips were pulled into a straight line as he contemplated something.

“That’s why I acted the way I did before…”, he trailed off, his voice quieting down with every word.

It wasn’t often that he looked so unsure and my first reflex was that I need to help somehow. There was one moment when we were only staring at each other’s eyes.

“I don’t know how to explain what I’m feeling, so I wanted to show you.”, Pierre finally clarified, finding enough courage to admit his feelings. “I love you.”

I let out a quiet gasp, not expecting him to say the last part.

“I love you, too.”, I blurted out, without even thinking.

It seemed like if I didn’t admit it now, time would run out and I’d never have the chance to do it again, which I didn’t want to happen. Pierre looked at me with doubt in his icy blue eyes.

“I don’t mean like…”, Pierre looked away, his hands leaving mine, which made me feel the cold night air on my fingertips again. “I don’t want to be just friends. I love you as a friend – sure, but also, I would like something more. Of course, if that’s what you also want. And I know I fucked up before, but-“

My chuckle made him stop rambling. “Pierre. I love you, too.”

With the way I said those words, a light smile on my face and absolute certainty in my eyes, he understood at last. Again, it was only one look we shared after both of our declarations of love that was enough for us to be completely sure of what we were feeling. Pierre smiled wide, quickly moving closer to me so he could close the gap between our bodies in a kiss. He didn’t falter a bit and I responded immediately, melting into the kiss. His hands were on my lower back, while I trailed my fingertips through the soft strands of his hair. It was like Pierre couldn’t get enough and didn’t want to let go of me, which I didn’t object to even the slightest.

“You really thought that I would sleep with you and then leave?” Pierre asked as he held me tightly in his strong arms.

I could see that it was bothering him that I had even thought he would do something like that, but my reasoning behind it was quite simple. I didn’t want to give myself false hope. It was easier to be disappointed now by presuming Pierre would act like he always does, preventing myself from letting it go further and then hurting more in the end.

“I had my doubts.”, I replied sincerely, following it up by giving him a reassuring peck on the lips. “I was… Surprised today, that’s all.”

“Only surprised?” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively with a smirk, making me laugh.

“Maybe I was also turned on a little.”, I admitted sheepishly, feeling my cheeks burn.

Even though this was Pierre, my friend whom I’ve known for so many years and with whom I talked about everything, this was new territory. Sure, we talked about sex and relationships before, but it was entirely different when it was about the two of us. It was exciting and absolutely terrifying at once.

He moved his head closer to whisper into my ear. “Only a little?”

Then, he continued to tease me by leaving kisses on my neck, sucking also on a few sensitive spots. I gulped, my thoughts getting all jumbled up again as I was trying to think of what to say. Instead, I teasingly pushed him, to which he started to shake slightly with laughter.

“Next time, I’m definitely making sure you enjoy it. Very much.”, Pierre emphasized, his hands moving even further down my back.

“Looking forward to it.”, I smirked, already thrilled at the mere thought of the possibilities.

“Let’s get home.”, he put his arm around me, leading the way as we started walking together, with Pierre pulling me close to his side.

“What about-“

“Charles will take care of it. I’ll send him a message that we’re leaving.”, he assured, rubbing my side comfortingly up and down. “They’ll understand. I already told them what I did after you left the table.”

“What did they say?”

“Charles called me a fucking dumbass. And Charlotte threatened to slap me.”

I chuckled. “Good.”

#pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly fanfic #pierre gasly fanfiction #pierre gasly one shot #pierre gasly oneshot #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly x oc #pierre gasly x y/n #Pierre Gasly x ofc #pierre gasly x you #pierre gasly fluff #pierre gasly angst #f1 fanfic #f1 one shot #f1 imagine #f1 fluff

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ballonleastadiumofficial · 3 months

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Pelipper Mail!

(*It's a large box decorated in wrapping paper that could only be described as obnoxious. Neon colored versions of several Fairy Type Pokemon decorate the outside, shining with holographic colors when moved in the light.*)

(*Inside are several items that are individually wrapped carefully in sparkly pink tissue paper.*)

(*The first item is vintage looking portable cassette player with a cassette tape already inside, along with brightly colored pink and blue wired headphones that connect to it. Upon taking out the cassette tape, in neat, but bold handwriting, it says "BEDE BIRTHDAY BOPS".*)

(*The next item is a medium sized makeup pouch with little chibi Hatenna decorating the outside. Inside is a collection of pastel makeup items that all seem to be fairly good quality. These items include: A blue pencil eyeliner, a small eyeshadow pallet with a collection of rainbow shimmers, a highlighter that looks holographic when applied, and mascara that's colored a dark blue.*)

(*The last item is a t-shirt. Upon opening up the t-shirt, a very colorful design is revealed. The colors are very bright and pastel, showcasing a Sylveon in a graffiti artstyle. Despite the bold design and color choices, it seems to have been made with Bede in mind.*)

(*A letter is at the bottom, inside it reads:

"Yo Bede!

Happy Birthday!! I got ya a few things, but they might not all be yer style. Either way, hopefully you can experiment!!

The cassette tape I made myself!! I picked out some songs ya might like, but no sweat if they aren't yer vibe. I also remember you wearin' some o' the makeup ta my concert that I got ya before. So here's some more!! And a little carrier for it all now too!! The t-shirt is what I'm most worried about, if I'm bein' honest. See, I dabble in some graffiti art here an' there, and wanted ta try makin' a clothin' design with it. Gimme yer honest opinions on it, 'kay? It's my first time makin' clothes fer someone else.

Hope you enjoy and had a RADICAL birthday. Stay cool, little dude.

Love, (Yer Cool Super Awesome Role Model) Roxie <3"

Hello, Gym Leader Roxie.

Hmph. You want my honest opinion? I am of the opinion that I would not be seen within ten feet of official league matters wearing a shirt of this style.

...But as casual wear, it is... serviceable. People seem to forget my penchant for bright colors- one need only look at my magenta coat to see it, and yet all I seem to receive are the most delicately pale items. Not that I don't like them, mind, it's just that an occasional change of pace can be refreshing. I certainly see myself wearing this with some frequency. In my off hours.

As for the rest... this was very thoughtful of you. Thank you. For all of it. I'll be sure to listen to your little tape as soon as I can.

...Stay cool.

#pokemon #pokemon swsh #pokemon irl #rockstar-roxie #roxie #rotomblr #rotumblr #birthday gifts 2024 #gmax smite

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feliciakainzofspades · 3 months

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A very stupid Harry Potter thing

So while doing my makeup today, I was spacing into the void and this thought came to me and now that I'm thinking about it, here's a stupid AU that may or may not be fueling my femboy fetish:

So, let's be real, Petunia probably tried the concealer trick to hide Harry's scar. Now, what a lot of people don't know -and actually, I just learned this myself today :D - is you can actually use concealer to highlight and brighten certain areas of your skin.

So, one day Harry's doing the concealer thing before Primary, he notices the glow and experiments before heading out; just the under eye cheek bone area. Oh my gosh, I look like I'm glowing!? Maybe this concealer stuff isn't so bad after all. Heck, now he has girls asking 'Harry, what are you doing? Your skin is glowing?! Teach us our secret!?" Harry's just stunned pikachu silence cause he didn't know how he did that.

Continues doing it, surprising Petunia since she usually had to fight him into wearing it. Whatever, at least we can hide the damn scar and keep him looking normal. Well now it's a double-edged sword, since one night, Vernon left the cupboard unlocked - He hasn't done anything "freaky", we can try this one night. sneaks into the bathroom and gets the mascara out. Okay his eyes were a bit irritated the day after cause obvious being obvious. But no-one knew he took his aunt's, they just knew that one day at school, Harry's lashes are fuller than usual.

This continues under behind the back, Harry's doing paper routes to get allowances cause the Dursleys sure as hell ain't payin' him for his chores. Buys his own stuff and hides them in his 'room'. This continues until Hogwarts, now he's fretting cause "BUT HOW AM I GOING TO GET A NEW PITCH BLACK LIPSTICK FROM MAYBELLINE?!" Finds out about the Vault? "Okay, I rocked this budgeting thing, I got this. Got my school supplies, how much do I have left? Yes! Time to get that Viper liner from Sephora! Should look up magic makeup looks to impress my new classmates"

But. This would start the Malfoy vs. Potter feud It wasn't Draco insulting Ron in front of Harry on the Hogwarts Expression Wasn't Draco bragging about his broom collection at Malfoy Manor while getting fitted for robes. Oh nooooo

It was because "Uh, who is this kid that's a lower status than me rocking a killer eyeliner? That wing is so sharp it could kill a person." Tries sucking up to Harry. Got shot down. That was the third Time Potter shot him down! How dare he! Fine, Potter, if that's how it's going to be I'll show to you that I'm the superior one and you will be so awed by me you'll have no choice but to leave that Blood Traitor Weasley.

Thus, began the Hogwarts Makeup Feud; every day, Draco shows up with something mind blowing; amazing blend of colors, gemstones glued to the outer corner of his eyes, he's looking like a fucking Faerie up in here. There's no way Potter will be able to top genuine emeralds and onyxes in a faux mask! Now he'll have to admit I'm his better!

But what's this? Harry shows up with a steady painted mask as his eyeshadow look; a lion mask with nothing but Gryffindor Colors! How many shades of reds and golds did he use?! No matter, one time thing - WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S SHOWING OFF A SLYTHERIN LOOK- ARE THOSE SCALES ON HIS FACE?! Potter, what the hell?! "Wig Cap" Wig what?!

This continues no matter what. Philosopher's stone, Harry has UV light eyeliner - how are they glowing without a UV light in Hogwarts? Magic! Chamber of Secrets, he lost some rhinestones while fighting the Basilisk, but hey, the setting spray is insanely powerful and his look hasn't melted yet. When he first died at Voldemort's hand? Voldemort made sure to have someone writing his victory speach.

"I suppose Potter deserves some recognition, write that he died the way he lived, looking like a swan" BITCH HE LIVES AGAIN! And Voldemort now has to live in the afterlife knowing he got taken down by a fuckin' twink who decided to one up Draco one final time.

Draco showed up in a corset top and was still casting spells without problems. Harry's not going down. HE'S FIGHTING VOLDEMORT IN HEELS. SUCK IT MALFOY!

Throughout all seven years, Harry and Draco had been doing this, trying to prove a point to someone. What was that point? What were they trying to tell the other? They don't know but they're not going down without a fight

#Harry potter #Harry Potter AU #Draco Malfoy #Harry and Draco aggressively looking fabulous

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hanasnx · 2 months

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baking happens after you use all of your liquid and cream products. so foundation, concealer, cream, blush, etc.

(ex. cream blush would go before baking but powder blush can go after bc there’s no need to bake it)

baking is typically for full/heavier faces of makeup so it’s not a commonly used for makeup trends lately since they focus more on natural “no makeup” makeup. instead they use a light layer of setting powder (also used for making) or a pressed powder to set their face. it’s not even always used all over, sometimes just in my oily spots.

i personally just set under my eyes and use setting spray for the rest of my face because i hate looking too matte (but i do keep pressed powder on me when it’s hot out just to get rid of any oil that may show up throughout the day)

so baking doesn’t necessarily come after contour if the contour is powder, i’m p sure you can do it after. i’ll try to find a good tutorial but tiktoks search system is so fucked rn so give me some time.

https://www.ipsy.com/blog/baking-vs-setting-makeup

this is also a very good article explaining the difference between baking and regular setting. but i find a visual tutorial is always a little better.

you can do your base routine before or after eye makeup it’s really just a personal preference. i do mine before bc i have my go -to eye routine so on lock that i’m not concerned about fucking it up. i know a lot of professional make up artists do it first bc sometimes the way their eye makeup looks will dictate the placement of some parts of their base routine.

contour goes on the parts of your face where there are shadows. hollows of your cheeks, jawline, nose. i’ve been told to blend cheek contour upwards to make your face more sharp looking, and blend your jaw contour down to achieve that same effect.

bronzer (if you’re into that) would go on the parts of your face that the sun hit bc it’s supposed to warm you up. i tend to skip this step bc there aren’t a lot of cool toned bronzers.

idk if you put eyeshadow under your eyes too but i think it looks really nice. a small brush + blending it out just a bit under your waterline + eyeliner in your waterline!!! so good

i don’t have the right eyes for lashes (f in the chat for me) so i just really make sure my mascara is a good one. essence lash princess (the one with the green on it) is super affordable and very good. also maybelline has a shit time of popular and really good mascaras that are cheap as hell

pastes/pomades for brows are great, i use one regularly but i’m very light with my strokes bc i was once told i look like a villain if my brows are too bold. brow pencils are also great if you want preciseness

i also learned how to do my makeup through trial and error. a LOT of trial and error bc i A) suck at follow tutorials and B) didn’t have similar features to any of the people i was watching. so i just had to figure it out on my own so i really recommend that no matter what tutorials you watch A) adapt them to your face shape and B) continue using trial and error and explore your face and features on your own

i’ll be back with some vids if i can find any :)

idc about makeup trends rn with the whole "natural" "cleaner" look fuck that. i have a guy's face that needs to be painted over with gothic meets party girl makeup. thank you for explaining baking and for the blush bit. i typically don't use any blush at all and i don't see myself using it in the future, i've never been a fan of how it looks on me

the tip about keeping pressed powder on you for oily bits throughout the day, and the link are supremely helpful thank you smm

got it i'll skip the bronzer i didn't know if there was a cool toned version of it to use

i have like old mascara that i inherited from one of my sisters so ill prolly get a new one soon thank u for the tips, and for the eyebrows i have the clay/pomade like i told u but i got too light of a color so do that first and then i darken it with black eyeshadow and then i sharpen it using concealer which is what u saw in the pic. i think i could stand to make them darker bcos i like bold eyebrows but i guess it might make me look too masculine which would defeat the purpose of wearing the full face of makeup to warp those existing traits

the paragraph about learning through trial and error was literally what i've been doing my entire experience with makeup. no mainstream makeup looks ever complimented me and i wasnt rly going for a drag look bcos i'm trying to be a touch more subtle with it. the problem i was running into which drove me to ask the chat for tips is bcos im self taught that means a lot of stuff i don't know how to works or what to ask or the order etc so you've been extremely helpful on that front especially with building confidence so thank you

#indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!!#anon

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dani-sdiary · 2 months

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My Morning Routine with Body Dysmorphic Disorder

From the ages of 12 to 16, I spent 4 hours getting ready for school every weekday morning. First period started at 7:35 A.M., I woke up at 3:40 and usually arrived to class around 7:55 with an apologetic smile and a late pass. I said it was car trouble, or that my alarm hadn't gone off.

I spent the first hour-and-a-half of my day plucking my eyebrows, my temples, and my forehead up to my hairline, sitting side saddle on the sink and twisting around towards the mirror when I got tired of standing. I shaved the rest of the face from the eyes down: my cheeks, my sideburns, mustache, beard, and nose, my neck, and my ears with just water, no shaving cream. Then I spent another hour-and-a-half in the shower, turning the water on to rinse my razor and off again to shave repeatedly to try and stretch the heat as long as possible. I covered my entire body with shaving cream, painting myself white. I started with my stomach, then my breasts, my sternum, my nipples, then my sides, my underarms, my back as far up as I could reach and then my shoulders as far down, though I always missed a strip of skin above my waist. My hairline on the back of my neck, so nothing could stand up, even if I was scared. Then my arms, my hands, my knuckles, I wasn't very careful and I gave myself a few scars. Next my legs, feet, toes and pubic hair. When the water ran ice cold, I would turn it off, get out, and set up my makeup table while I waited for it to warm up again. I got back in, nicked myself a few more times, then washed my hair and body and used my prescription acne cleanser. My parents bought men's razors in bulk because I needed a new one every day. My clean skin only lasted a couple of hours, then turned into 11:00 A.M. shadow.

The next hour was makeup: sunscreen, moisturizer, primer, foundation, concealer, bronzer, contour, setting powder, blush, chapstick, lip liner, lipstick, eyebrow pencil, eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara. I wasn't very good at it; it always came out cakey or racoony. I listened to music, mostly Taylor Swift or Avril Lavigne, sometimes showtunes, while I worked. Then I brushed my hair, adding some brown eyeshadow to the bald spots to make it look fuller, got dressed in my school uniform, and packed up my lunch and books in a rush. No time for breakfast and I had the early lunch period at 10:35 anyway. I'm a girly-girl. I think I would have loved makeup the way I love fashion. I think it would have been fun to experiment with new colors, new styles, new brands, my favorite actresses' recommendations.

If I didn't do this, I couldn't leave my house. So I had the flu a lot. And I never went out on weekends. My one goal in life was beauty, or getting as close to it as someone like me could. It took up everything: my time, my energy, my focus. For the rest of the day, when I wasn't grooming, I was thinking about it.

Two years later, I don't do it anymore, but I miss it. If felt so good. It was so satisfying to destroy all those little parts of myself over and over again every day. I looked forward to it. I enjoyed the routine of it; it was so familiar to me. Mondays were my favorite, when I could free myself of all the evil that had built up over the weekend. I can't stand to touch my skin now and have to remember how smooth it used to be. I've scratched myself bloody trying to find some relief.

There have been setbacks. I snuck my mother's tweezers into the bathroom a couple of times, or she left her razor lying around after she thought I'd gotten over it. If I grow my nails out long enough, I can use them. I've tried other methods- new snake oil miracle razors, every depilatory cream, waxing, threading, bleaching, free consultations for expensive laser and electrolysis.

All the adults in my life were so happy and proud of me when I stopped. I don't feel I've made any "progress" as they define it. I don't perform those behaviors anymore, but I feel even worse. I hate myself even more, I feel trapped inside my own skin. I'm not any more loved or accepted now than I was then, which was all that mattered to me.

They have no idea what it is to be hideous. They could never, ever understand what it's like to have to exist in this world in this body. To have to live with yourself and sleep at night knowing what you are. To never be a woman, to never be young, to be inhuman, your own vile, repulsive species, something completely separate than everyone around you that should be kept locked in a cage away from society. Something that should be put down for it's own good. To be some kind of animal, or beast, to be born a monster. To want to gouge your own eyes out so you never have to see yourself, to want to die because you aren't strong enough to live this way. To know that you'll spend every last moment of your whole life alone.

It was so difficult for me to accept my BDD diagnosis. I guess I still haven't. I don't "fixate on my perceived flaws," other people do. I do my best to correct my very much real flaws so that other people don't have to look at them. I didn't come up with this on my own, I didn't choose to be ill, if that's what I am, and I sure as hell didn't choose this body. I don't want to look like this, I don't want to upset people with my appearance, I don't want it to be necessary for me to do all this to fix myself, but it's just what I have to do. I accepted that, and I couldn't understand why no one else did.

Is there someone who could prove me wrong? Is there someone who could wait for me, not mind that I'm late to everything, that I always cancel plans at the last minute? Is there someone who wouldn't mind that I'm a crybaby, that I'm too particular and too sensitive? Is there someone who wouldn't mind me? There wasn't then and there isn't now and I don't think there's going to be. And as hard as I try, I can't stop needing there to be, and I can't be that person for myself.

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thewritersaddictions · 1 year

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First Kiss: Argyle- Surprise

Pairing: Argyle x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: First Kiss, fluff, goofiness, fake pizza delivery, love, fluff

Summary: He can't think of a better time to kiss you then when he delivers a fake order.

A/n- Firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 1.7k

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Funny enough the two of us had gotten high together before having kissed you. He had rolled up a blunt for me and then rolled himself up one. Lighting them both and you guys went to town. We were smoking the blunt and rolling into deep and heavy laughs before falling down on into my bed.

My parents were never home, so the smell of weed that was wafting through the house wasn’t anything to worry about, and secondly, since they weren’t home I didn’t care if my boyfriend stayed over. Sleeping in my bed, so close to me every night that he stayed off. He came out of the bathroom with a pair of loose and low-fitting sweatpants and a pizza t-shirt. It read “Surfer Boy Pizza” It smelt like fresh pizza and weed. Or maybe that was just what Argyle smelled like at this point, regardless Argyle slipped into the sheets next to me.

He always let me braid his long hair before sleeping in the same bed. Argyle was so sweet never pushing any boundary I made. I had told him at the start of our relationship that I wasn’t sure about the whole kissing idea, or really anything that had me losing some sort of control.

He understand and took my words to heart. “Are you comfortable yet?” He asked as I cuddled closer to him under my sheets. I was trying to nuzzle myself up to him. He had yet to put his arm around me, not wanting to close me in yet. I wiggled a little bit more, the weed and more own need for sleep kicking me in the ass. “Yeah, I think. I’m good now.” I said. Resting my head on his chest.

I could hear his heartbeat up against my ear. It lulled me to sleep as I dreamt of weird and crazy things. The next morning when I woke up Argyle was gone, but a note was left behind. He had to go to work and would be back later. So, I yawned and stretch in the mess of my sheets. I lay in my bed for what seemed like forever. Daydreaming about life outside of California. I wondered about what it would be like to live away from home. Just Argyle and I, Sleeping in late and staying awake for long nights.

When I was forced to get out of my daydream due to having to go to the bathroom. I decided to get ready for the day. I took a long and hot shower even though it was going to be a stuffy and hot day outside. I let the water run down my body and the soapy suds cleanse my body of any nightly sweats. I washed my hair letting my fingers glide through my hair, a few tangled happening due to the shampoo.

After my shower, I got dressed, brushed out my wet hair, and brushed my teeth before pampering myself with some light makeup. My lashes were thick with mascara, and a little bit of gold-dusted eyeshadow before I took a long look at myself in the mirror.

I was tired I could tell. The bags under my eyes were dark and large. I never truly ever got good sleep during the night. Nightmares or dreams would scatter my mind and most of the nights I would wake up in a sweat, unless my sweet Argyle was sleeping next to me. He grounded me, kept me feeling safe.

For the rest of the night I laid around my parents house. Reading, and doing some light house work. With Argyle staying most nights here the dishes piled up rather quickly, so I rolled up my sweater sleeves and got to work with the dishes.

I was never one for liking to do diehses. The slimy things that would be left over from nights of dinner, and other food. Coffee that would stain your cup with a ring around the entire thing. I filled up the dishwasher with silverware, and other dishes that we had both been using. Whenever my parents did come back they would never know that Argyle had come over, not would they care.

Minutes turned into hours of waiting for Argyle to come home. I ended up falling asleep curled up into the blanket that draped over my couch. I had slipped a movie on, sixteen candles. Molly Ringwalds character was my favorite. But still even with that I had fallen asleep in the comfort and warm of my couch.

I was woken up by an insistent knocking on my door. Then a ring from the doorbell, I was groggily waking up and the more the knocking and ringing happened the more I got mad. “I’m coming!” I screamed from my spot on the couch. The knocking and ringing stopped I stretched on the couch teh blanket slipping off of me. I shivered when a breeze of cold air came laying down on my body.

I got up to my feet. My slippers were sitting right where I had left them. I guided my feet into them, and walked towards the door. I tired to think of a reason why someone would be ringing on my doorbell. I had been asleep, but maybe something bad had happened in the neightborhood and it was cops. Maybe it was nothing but a prankster.

Regardless I would answer the door. I didn’t have a fancy peep-hole, or windows around my front door to see who was there and the sun had already set so there was no chance of being able to tell who it was due to the dark sky outside.

When I opened there stood my boyfriend. His durpy face bringing a smile to my own. “I have a cheesy pizza for a miss L/n.” He said happily. “Oh, for me?” I questioned him. He turned his head like puppies when they hear an odd sound. “Yeah for you. I thought I’d bring it home to you.” He said.

He always called this place ‘home’. Like it was ours, together. It made me wanted to melt down to the ground. “Oh Argyle.” I said, biting my lip. He didn’t come in automatically, instead he stood at the front door pizza box still in the insulated bag. “Are you going to come in?” I asked. He shook his head, lockinghis pizza delivery van from the door.

He walked in step behind me. I walked us towards the kitchen. “So when did this said pizza get order?” I asked him. He shot me a look to let it go and just be in the moment. “Okay, I’m sorry.” I said bringing my hands up in a defensive position. I grabbed some plates out of the cabinets and the condiments I knew that argyle liked. No matter what Argyle was always ready for a slive of Surfers boy pizza. Weather that was because he was always hungry or because he actually liked their pizza I wouldn’t dare ask.

I set the plates down on the counter top, Argyle had set himself on the bar stool that was adjacent to me across the bar. “I’ll just take a kis.. A piece for right now.” Argyle said while looking at me. I wondered what I thought I heard but instead I popped the top of the pizza box open. The great smell of pizza slapped me in the face.

We stood in comfortable silence. I plated his food, without even looking at the top of the pizza box lid. Rather to hungry and too invested in getting my own food in my mouth to notice. When I gave Argyle his plate a small sad expression was on his face. It was gone before I was able to question the reason for it.

When I looked back down I grabbed my predetermined slices. Three cheesy, thick and greasy but delicious. When I looked back up from my pizza Argyle was staring me down. “Did you need something else baby?” I asked. “I just think that you’re missing something in the pizza box is all.” He said, before shoving a rather larger bite of pizza into his mouth. I looked back down, confused by his words.

That’s when I found it. On the top of the lid on the inside. In Argyle rather fancy handwriting.

“Can I kiss the pizza sauce off your lips?” -A

I looked up shocked and blushing cheeks. I was rambling to come up with words in my head. I had talked to him about my boundary, but I felt like the longer I didn’t kiss him the longer I was missing out on a certain great part of him. I looked back down at the box, then back up.

Argyle was looking over at me. He asn’t trying to force me, but he sat there a handsome man looking and asking me in a cheesy way. Or rather in Argyles way. “Will you come over here?” Argyle asked, my feet movedo n their own taking me around the kitchen, bar, and then finally infront of him. He was already taller then me so I was only given a few more inches when he was sitting down on the stool.

“Hi.” Argyle said sweetly, his hair was so dark when I stood close to him like this. “Hi.” I echoed. I couldn’t help but smile. “I don’t have any pizza sauce on my lips yet.” I said “No, but I do. So, I can fix that real quick.” Argyle said with a cheeky smile. I bit my lip, and didn’t give Argyle any time to adjust. I leaned in taking his lips in mine. Our lips molded together in a prefect fashion. Moving in sync, my tongue licking his lips to ask for entrance into his mouth. He gladly gave it me, and we shared a deep and soft kiss.

I always thought a kiss had to be fast, and rather crass. Careless almost in every action you did with each other. It was not like that with Argyle though, his hand messy with butter and crumbs came to rest comfortably on my hip dragging me in even closer to him. I giggled in the kiss and lived in the moment.

“You know that was a pleasant surprise you gave me,” I said when Argyle pulled away from the kiss. “A pleasant first kiss, I hope Y/n?” Argyle asked, his hand still resting on my hip. I hummed and wiped away the pizza sauce on his cheek. My thumb grazed over his soft cheek and then plopped it into my mouth. “No need to waste good sauce on your cheek baby,” I said, before going in for another sweet and tender kiss.

Completed on 01/28/23

Posted on: 01/29/23

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she-karev · 1 year

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Last Night Stand Part 1

Age Rating: 12+

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Summary: Amber goes to a bar to unwind when she runs into Andrew DeLuca again who offers to buy her a meal as an apology causing them to unexpectedly get along.

AN: Sorry for taking so long guys but I wanted to make sure this story was perfect. Hope you enjoy and part 2 will be coming soon.

Words: 3434

After getting rid of that smelly dress and taking off those painful heels I exhale in comfort at the familiarity of my actual clothes. I put on my gray Iowa State University sweatshirt, my dark blue jeans and black vans. It’s not a usual ‘do me’ outfit for a night out but I’m only here for one day and have no plans for nocturnal company.

I only planned to be here for one day to do my interview and now that my interview is over, I’m gonna forget about the stresses that I’m currently facing for one night. My last year in NYU is nothing but clerkships, applications and getting recommendations from professors. The last night out I had was when my midterm exam was rescheduled unexpectedly and I spent the rest of the day and night in the library studying.

I stand in front of my hotel mirror and let the bun loose at last letting my blonde hair out in long waves. I fluff it to give it extra volume and apply more of my nude pink lipstick. I don’t usually wear a lot of makeup but my interview called for it and now that it’s over I can go back to my simple foundation and naked eyeshadow with a hint of mascara. After checking myself and being satisfied with the results I grab my purse and head out for a hopefully relaxing night.

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I sit on a bar stool drinking a scotch and soda observing the place I picked out. It’s a hole in the wall that only about thirty people can fit in at once. The peanut shells on the floor and sticky counter reduce the appeal of this place but it’s better than nothing. And it’s definitely better than that bar across the street from the hospital because at least here I don’t run the risk of running into Alex after that disastrous reunion.

I groan as memories of what happened a few hours ago come flooding in and I take a big sip from my drink. I can’t believe Alex had the nerve to come up to me like one conversation was gonna make everything better. I almost didn’t want to apply just to keep from seeing him again…but my desire to become a great surgeon outweigh my distaste towards my oldest brother. It’s not like we’re gonna run into each other a lot the hospital is big and there are other doctors to teach me.

I just hope those doctors don’t include the second person I don’t want to-

“Can I get a beer and onion rings please?” I recognize the voice behind me and as soon as I hear a stool being sat on, I turn my head to the right and recognize him two stools away. Andrew DeLuca aka the guy who spilled coffee on my dress, almost broke my nose and made me drop my tampons in one meeting. I turn back to my drink and darkly chuckle at my continued misfortune for today. The guy Andrew notices and turns toward me instantly recognizing me widening his eyes in shock.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He says in disbelief causing me to look at him in irony.

“What exactly do you have to be upset with me about?”

He tries to retract his comment, “No that’s not what I meant I just-”

“Did I spill coffee on you or punch you in the face or picked up your tampons? Cause I’m a little lost on what you have against me.” The bartender looks at the both of us interested before putting a beer in front of Andrew and going to the kitchen in the back.

Andrew sighs, “Look it was an accident, I swear.”

“No, it was three accidents, five if you count each individual tampon.”

“I said I was sorry I don’t know what you want me to say.”

I retort bitterly due to my crankiness, “Nothing, in fact we don’t have to speak to each other ever again.”

“Oh, that’s too bad, I was really enjoying getting to know you.” He says sarcastically which I don’t find amusing.

“Well, I wasn’t.”

“I was being sarcastic.”

I give him a sardonic look, “I wasn’t.” I finish my drink hoping the alcohol will numb me just enough. Andrew looks at me curiously for some reason before asking me a question.

“So, uh…what were doing at the hospital anyway? Were you visiting a relative?”

I look at him with mild surprise that he actually wants to converse with me after I basically bitched out at him. Most people run the other direction when they fall victim to my sharp words and bad attitude but somehow this guy is still here and trying to talk to me. I decide to engage, “No I was uh…there for an interview to become an intern.”

“Oh, what field?”

“Surgery.”

Andrew looks at me surprised, “Oh that’s my field too, I’m a second-year resident.” The bartender puts the beer and onion rings out in front of Andrew who doesn’t notice as he continues talking to me, “How did it go? Did you make a good impression?”

I signal the bartender to give me another drink, “I think so I wasn’t socially inept as most doctors would be and they didn’t notice the coffee in boobs if that’s what your worried about.” I give him a fake grin but he doesn’t take offense instead he grins and quietly chuckles.

“Are you visiting from Iowa?” He must’ve noticed my shirt.

“No, I’m visiting from New York I went to Iowa undergrad.”

He nods, “That’s cool I hear Iowa State is a really great school for…aspiring doctors like you.” I genuinely grin at his feeble attempt and chuckle with him, “Sorry I don’t really know what to say here.”

I smile at his naivety, “Really? I couldn’t tell.” The bartender gives me a new drink which I sip.

“So, New York are you graduating from Columbia? Or maybe Cornell?” I look at him surprised he assumed I was from those top five schools which he notices, “What?”

I shake my head, “Nothing it’s just…people look at me and hear New York and immediately assume model or actress. Ivy league is the last guess they would make about me.”

Andrew shrugs, “Well maybe that’s because they didn’t run into you after you interviewed for a surgery job at one of the top hospitals in the nation, that could be a factor.”

“True. As for the question neither, I’m graduating from NYU in May after that Match Day and then the rest of my life starts…no pressure.” I sip my drink again.

“So how long are you in Seattle for?” Andrew asks.

“Just until tomorrow, I go back to New York by then.”

Andrew moves a stool closer to me, “Well since it’s your last night in town and we might work together in the near future how about we make a fresh start by letting me buy you a drink?” I look at him with a raised eyebrow as I hold my second drink, I already paid for which he notices, “Okay how about I buy you a meal then? And you can reimburse me for the dry cleaning.”

I chuckle, “Oh I’m still gonna reimburse you buddy.” I expect him to back out but he is persistent which I find oddly attractive.

“Then you can reimburse me for any emotional or physical trauma I unintentionally cause tonight, what do you say?” I exhale at his offer looking at him and getting caught up in his bright green eyes causing me to get butterflies which I hid behind a stone-cold expression. If he wants to buy me a meal my last night in town, I guess I should take it both to satisfy him and satisfy my hunger.

“All right.” I signal the bartender, “Can I get a double cheeseburger please with the largest side of fries you have.” Some financial damage might make us even, “With buffalo wings and after I want two of your most expensive desserts to go.” I grin at Andrew who retorts with a sly grin before taking out his wallet.

“Can I get a name? Since your probably gonna bankrupt me in one night?” Andrew asks.

I hold out my hand to him which he shakes, “My name is Amber.”

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After about an hour of talking and eating we somehow moved from the bar to a table across from each other. I don’t know what happened but somewhere in that hour my disdain towards Andrew morphed into liking. I always believed in the quote ‘God doesn’t give with both hands’ but I am seriously reconsidering my beliefs right now.

I mean this guy is nice, sweet even, he’s a surgeon, he’s paying for my food, and it doesn’t hurt that he looks like a modern Adonis. I’ve been attracted to guys before but not like this not in a way that goes beyond looks. It’s easy for me to be attracted to girls personalities because they actually talked to me before wanting to do other stuff. Guys however spent little time talking and more time trying to quote on quote ‘hit that’, but this Andrew guy isn’t like that. It’s a strange and unfamiliar feeling but I’m liking it so far and him.

I take a bite out of my burger and ask Andrew, “So do you make it a habit to humiliate girls, go to the same bar as them and offer to buy them food for peace?”

Andrew smiles and chuckles, “Oddly no you’re the only girl whose made me buy a big meal in return for nearly breaking her nose. How is it by the way? I didn’t hurt you too bad, did I?” He sounded genuinely concerned yet another perfect trait I’m jotting down.

“Um no my nose is fine thank you, no nose job is necessary. Don’t feel too bad it wouldn’t be the first time I got a broken bone, it’s just the first time someone did it for me instead.”

Andrew’s eyebrows shot up intrigued by my comment, “Really? Are you really clumsy? Or do you just have glass bones?” The waiter brings the wings to the table.

“Neither actually, I’m what most people would call a tomboy. I didn’t start wearing makeup till I was 19, I own a mustang, I only wear a dress when I really have to and these Vans are more my style for a night out than those god-awful heels I wore. I guess it’s because I grew up with two brothers but growing up, I had more guy friends and I learned how to skateboard from them and I played baseball with them over the summer.” I chuckle at the painful yet fond memories, “Let’s just say I have scars that tell stories of my boy like childhood.” I expect Andrew to drift off or look at his phone as I explained myself but instead, he’s listening intently as he eats his onion rings.

He eats before speaking, “I don’t see any scars so far, are they all covered?”

“I got good at treating them or my brother did I guess.” I grimace at mentioning Alex. I remember how he would look at me with a disapproving eye at my scraped knee before disinfecting it and bandaging it up. I also remember the grin he gave me after as if he was amused by me being one of the boys. I can’t go there not now and not in front of Andrew so I take a breath and continue, “It’s been almost twenty years their barely noticeable…but…”

Andrew looks at me as I take a long pause contemplating on whether I should do it or not, “But what?” I decided to do it, I’m already telling him more than I usually do with strangers one more revelation wouldn’t hurt.

I gesture my hand out to him, “Give me your hand.” He raises his eyebrow in question but gives me his hand anyway which I put on the right side of my head under my hair in the right spot, “Do you feel that?”

It takes a while but his fingers find the scar, “Yeah are those from stiches?”

I still hold his hand to my scalp, “Yep, I was eight years old and I tried to do an ollie on my board. My fifth attempt I fell from my board in midair and hit the side on my head on the ramp on the way down.” Andrew hisses at how painful the memory sounds, “Yeah no concussion or fracture but I had to get twelve stiches on my head.” I still remember when Alex and Aaron came rushing in and look at me with shock over the blood in my scalp. If there was one thing that kept those two from fighting all the time it was their love and concern for me.

Andrew takes his hand back, “You know if it makes you feel any better I’ve recently recovered from a pretty serious head injury myself.”

He suddenly piqued my curiosity, “Really? Skateboarding accident too?”

Andrew looks at me with a grim look for the first time since tonight and takes a sip from his beer, “Not exactly…A year ago I helped out this really drunk co worker of mine at a bar. She was alone, sad and about twenty drinks deep and I didn’t want to leave her alone there so I stayed with her and took her home.”

I leaned forward listening to this story more attentively. Most guys see a drunk girl at a bar and decide to take advantage but this guy didn’t. Instead he stayed with her so she wouldn’t be preyed on and took her home, “What happened then? I mean when did this head injury come to you?”

“I’m getting to that.” Andrew continues, “I took her home, she undressed in front of me I was a complete gentleman the entire time until she pulled into bed with her and…” He takes a big sip of his beer as if memories are haunting him causing me to feel pity for him, “Her boyfriend walked in saw me on top of her and-”

“Oh god.” I suddenly see where this is heading and give him a sad look, “Explain it to me in medical terms so you don’t go all Vietnam flashback on me.”

He nods, “Nasal fracture that was reduced, 8 ball Hyphema that was aspirated, and a sling for a clavicle fracture.” He finishes his beer and I look at him with sympathy after all I know what it’s like to be on the other side of a violent attack.

“I’m sorry that happened to you, people can suck.” He chuckles lightly at my comment, “You know…” I contemplate on whether I should tell him or not but I decide not to give him the gory details unless I want him to run off screaming.

However, my long pause causes him to be curious, “What?”

I sigh and curse myself for starting it but I decide to be cryptic when I tell him. My confession won’t take back what happened to him but at least he knows he’s not the only one with a bloody past, “Let’s just say your not the only one at this table who was beaten to a bloody pulp.”

Andrew looks at me with surprise that transforms to pity, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bring back any past trauma.”

I shake my head at his sincerity, “No it’s fine it’s your story to tell how could you know I was also in the…really sad, depressing boat.”

Andrew nods in understanding, “If you don’t mind me asking, did the guy get caught?”

“Um yeah sort of…he was…unwell when he attacked me and he was sent to a mental hospital after.” I leave out the part where the guy who attacked me was my brother who had a psychotic episode after inheriting schizophrenia from our mom. I think that revelation should be saved for another night with more drinks and food. I want to take the focus back on him so I ask, “What about you? Did the bastard who messed you up get his karmic justice?”

“Um sort of, I got him arrested and did the whole painful process in the beginning, the DA charged him with felony assault but…my coworker, the one I helped when she was drunk, she was hiding from someone, someone who hurt her, she changed her name, moved and everything to get away from him. She was called to the stand all of a sudden and she was scared she was gonna get questioned about her identity and have to expose herself in front of the whole court. If she did her abuser would find her and kill her and…I didn’t want that to happen because of me. So I barged into the DA’s office and said I would tank the case on the stand unless they dropped the charges against her ex-boyfriend which they did.” I look at him in awe over his actions at the time.

“Wow, you sound like the sort of quality boyfriend I’ve only heard about.”

“Yeah, I’m not so sure about that.” He says modestly.

“You let the guy who beat you and almost blinded you get away with it so you could protect some girl from a man who hurt her. I’m almost convinced at this point you came straight from a fairy tale where you were cast as Prince Charming, only with more interesting character traits.”

Andrew chuckles, “So would that make you the princess I come to save on my white horse?”

I shrug nonchalantly, “More like the alluring villainess who seduced the prince and stole him away from the princess.”

“I can see that, you’ve got eyes that would strike a man in the heart if you looked at him.” He grins at me cooly causing me to grin back, “So uh moving away from the dark stuff, do you have…anyone special back in New York?” I raise an eyebrow at him seeing where he was going with this and smiled.

“No there’s no one special…yet. What about you?”

He gives me his best smile, “Not yet.”

We look at each other grinning with obvious intent in both of our eyes.

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Andrew and I come out of the taxi and walk toward his house which I am impressed with, “Wow nice place.”

Andrew answers as we walk toward the door, “Thanks its uh it’s my roommates actually but don’t worry she’s out so we probably won’t-” I stop his sentence with a kiss as soon as we reach the front porch. I grab him by his collar surprising him and do what I’ve wanted to do all night. He’s shellshocked at first but eventually he responds with passion as well holding me by my waist. After several moments and lots of tonguing I come up for air and am amused with the shocked expression he has as he still holds my hips, “Wow I see we’re jumping straight to the gun.”

“I have about…” I check my watch for the time, “15 hours until I take a coach seat back to NYC so I’m sprinting instead of walking, is that okay?”

Andrew blinks and then nods eagerly, “Yeah sprinting is good I love to sprint, let me just grab my keys and we can continue sprinting inside.” I grin and let him grab his keys and open the front door. He leads me inside holding my hand to guide me and then turns on the lights. I gasp when I see two women emerge from behind the couch to my right in the living room. I guess one of these women is his roommate since he’s hardly shocked as he leads me to the stairs, “Ohh! Sorry.”

I chuckle quietly as he begins to lead me up the stairs until one of the women speak up, “Andrea?”

He stops us midway and turns around recognizing the woman, “Carina?”

After that the night turned into an Italian soap opera I saw on Netflix once because Andrew begins to speak Italian along with the woman who stands up with her blouse open while her date looks at them as confused as I am. Andrew lets go of my hand and comes down the stairs arguing with this woman, Carina, in Italian. I stare at them blankly and confused wondering when my night took this strange turn.

#greys anatomy #Amber Karev #andrew deluca #headcanon #grey's anatomy #greysanatomyedit

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dylanmunson · 2 years

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one | started at hello - JQ |

short story of the imagine /joe takes a liking to you\

series list | wattpad | master of masterlists

wordcount: 1.2k : also im kinda going off my experience at con, i also have no idea how the autograph bit works but we move, word vomit, Joe fluff in the next chapter!

It was a warm early spring evening when i got tagged in the post. I look through the notifications and see what i'm being tagged in, headline reading "Joseph Quinn Coming To Comic Con."

I click the link to the website, it taking a few minutes to load since the wifi is terrible. Once loaded i'm left with a screen showing ticket prices for each day of comic con and photo ops for all the guest that are appearing, i scroll down finding Joes name and click on "buy now" having already brought a ticket for comic con the week before, I go straight to check out punching in my details. There were two options for the photo op, a normal photo or photo with the upside down set, I decided on the normal photo op.

A few days later it was announced that Joe would also be doing a talk on the Sunday and be doing autographs during the day, however tickets for the autographs could only be pursued at the actual event itself.

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Now the morning of comic con, I lay in bed for a little longer going onto my phone and looking at the weather before checking my other social media. I throw my phone onto the bed before walking over to the bathroom, turning on the shower while brushing my teeth and sorting out my makeup and fake tattoos for the day. I finish brushing my teeth grinning in the mirror at myself before stripping of my clothes and getting into the shower. Having washed my hair the night before, its now tied back so it doesnt get wet, i wash my body and re shave my legs since i'm wearing a dress today. Once i'm happy and clean, i jump out wrapping a towel around my body walking back into my room to get my cosplay ready.

Deciding to do a two in one cosplay, i pop on my two piece harley quinn suit just in case i get overly hot and overwhelmed and need to get out of the red dress. Tying the string around my middle, i look in the mirror and pop my shoulder length hair into two half up half down ponys with black and red scrunchies just to add to the look that little bit more. Once my hair is up, i walk back into the bathroom and begin applying my makeup, I do a red eye look, smudging black eyeshadow under my eyes a little before applying some eyeliner to my waterline.

Happy with how my eyes look, i start cutting up and placing my fake tattoos on, before going back in and adding my winged eyeliner and mascara. Deciding to put my red mac lip stick on just before i get to the centre. Sitting on my bed, i start drawing on my thigh tattoos with a pot of eyeliner, using the pot and a paint brush instead of a penned eyeliner as it looks better, in my opinion anyway, it then set the eyeliner with powder and setting spray before checking my phone for the time.

I stand and begin putting my dress on, i grab the bag im taking with me and put in my portable charger and cable, lipstick, spare eyeliner, sketchbook and pen and some chewing gum. I pull on my left doc tying it as tight as i can before doing the same to the right, but instead of putting on matching i opt for my cherry red boot. I pack some extra plasters as well just incase!

I look at my reflection in the mirror, taking a few selfies before grabbing my key and heading out the door to the train station. I know i'll get looks but i'm not fussed. The train ride was quick and hot. The underground is not the one. Getting off the train and going to the next platform to get onto the train to the centre i begin seeing other people in cosplays, and start talking to them. Having gone by myself, everyones lovely, I see a few hellfire shirts grinning to myself, it not fully setting in that im meeting Joe today.

Me and my new friends get on the train, and begin chatting about other cons that theyve been to. The excitement starting to settle in as we arrive at the station which is next to the centre. Everyone gets off and starts crowding to tap out. I wait back a little before heading out deciding not to push, we'll get there when we get there.

Going straight to the queue, its not as long as i thought it was going to be, but its in no way short either. Once in the queue the excitement beginning to take over, i see someone dressed as scoops ahoy steve. "oh my god its steve! hi dad" i grin shouting over to them, they laugh and wave then i realise their friend is dressed as eddie "oh my god hi other dad" i laugh waving at the people.

Getting into the centre, i get my bag checked and a stamp on my hand before wondering over to the big time table sheet on the wall. Joseph is due to do his upside down shoot in the next 30minutes, so i decide to spilt from the group and go to the autograph section, wanting to secure a ticket.

After 10minutes of walking around and finding it, i look around for the big photo of eddie munson, its kind of hidden in the back, i walk over to the staff member, there being few people surrounding the Joes autograph area. "hi could i get a ticket for" i finish as she nods, clearly knowing who i'm asking for. "Do you want today or tomorrow love?" she sighs "could i get tomorrow?" she nods, turning around and grabbing the small numbers book ripping out a ticket and handing it to me, "bring that tomorrow and show it to whoever is here" she smiles "thank you so much!" i smile, handing her to cash for the ticket before turning to walk out.

I see a guard and a few other people that look 'important' come out of a door, which im amusing is the celeb greenroom/breakroom? Which is only a few foot steps away from where i'm standing. When i spot the loveable man that is Joseph Quinn, walking out sending the people around him a wave as he's ushered away, "hi, hello" he smiles. I grin at the man and send a little wave. His chocolate brown eyes sparkling in the natural light that is peaking through the larger windows in the room. His chestnut hair looking fluffy yet so fine and soft. Pair of blue jeans and a simple white tee covering his body. This man is a work of art and isnt even trying. I sigh softly as he walks past looking and waving in my direction, smiling softly but just enough to show off the little indents in his cheeks. Now with his back towards my direction, i grin like an idiot. Feeling even more excited for my photo later!

Munson taglist @alicefallsintotherabbithole @steves-robin @onlydruig @tenderhornynihilist @itsyouimagines @witchsbitchestime @kyomiite @girl-with-an-orange-cat @flatoust11 @udontcarethisshit @chloepricerk800 @kellysimagines @caitfrogs @get-me-to-wonderland @bdpst-massacre @lagataprrr @goldenharrysworld @oo0lady-mad0oo @presidential-facts @qu7nn @pleasantlycrazyworld @ladyapplejackdnd @little-cupcake17 @meaganjm @dixontardis @megsrose @chaos-incorp @sourbutcalm143 @lieblingsmenzch @kbakery @positivevibesnlif3 @stcastwh00re @greatfandomsgalore @eddies-gf-86 @mariar597 @lothiriel9 @lesliemcawesome @chrisevansmarvelmcu @zdarie @notbeforelong @jayy-sins @witchy-bisexual @stephanie-lkj

#eddie munson fic #eddie munson #mine #dylanmunson #joseph quinn #stranger things #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn headcanons

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fartquen12 · 1 year

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can i have a zhongli x reader where he makes a tea out of his gf's caca to show his gf he loves her pls and tanks <3333333

Valentines dokie dookie tea ft. john stamos

ALSO HUGE SHOUTOUT TO @itsthemickeymousecrackhouse FOR BEING THE BEST SUPPORTER

TRIGGER WARNINGS: dookie, Fart, Nonconsenstual stealing poop, tea, dookie tea, zhongli being my version of zhongli, y/n, bl00d, cringe, she her prns (y/n), valentines day. (will defenitly offend you if you are a mini ravi/kyle)

*RING RING* "oh fuc- OWWAA" I screeched as I fell out of bed. *RING RING* I slammed my hand down on the alarm to shut it off. "goddamn." I said almost silently. I got up off the floor and made my bed. Thats when I realised it was valentines day! I have a date with zhongli and I look like a poop riden child! I ran to the bathroom and took a cold shower. It was so cold I literally sharted. After that I went to my closet to look for some nice clothes since our date was in 1 hour. I saw this brown and black and white box print dress in my closet. I wore it because I wanted to loook like i havent changed since the easter event. I went to the bathroom and did my makeup. Brown lipgloss. pink and red eyeshadow with a bit of brown and purple to make it look like i have a disease and pink eye (dookie in eye dont be an asspiker). I did some mascara and lots of hot pink blush so i can look dead. highliter on my nose eye corner cheeks eyes and a lil on my buhol.I ran to the front door and put on my ninja turdl socks and my paw patrol shoes. I opened my front door and locked up after i left. I got into my adorbs car. My car is a red car it is 4 ft tall and 3 ft in legnth. It has orange flames on the side and black stripes. I got in and started blasting... "IM A BAD BAD DOG!" and I have a billy fartgrove funkpop in my window aswell as vecnas bumhole printed on my lisence plate. My windows are fully tinted so no one can see me and I have a student driver sticker on the back of my car!

I buckled myself into my booster seat bc even though I am 18 I am 3'4 uWu. I looked at myself in the mirror and winked. I quickly backed out of my driveway. As i drove out of my trailer park I saw eddie munson twerking at me. I thought that was nasty. I worridly drived because my date starts in 15 minutes and it takes 1 hour to drive to the resturant he said to go to. Its called "dilucs tavern" anyways I drove at 200 miles per hour on the free way and i do not know why everyone honks at me. I rolled down my window and said "FUK U". I mean it is the "free" way right? anyway i drove and drove and after about 45 minutes i arrived. I saw the man from tinder crying through the window at an empty table. I quickly got out of my car and locked it. The sound to make sure I locked isssss..... *fart* Perfect. I walked into dilucs tavern and i was greeted by the man. "OH! Y/n so good to see you!" The man said. "Yeah! I'm so sorry I was late I um..... uh. I got stuck in.. traffic yeah." I said hoping he wouldnt realise my fatass actually slept through the 50 alarms i set. He smiled at me and handed me a menu. As I read through the menu I decided on "fart lard and turkey" from the menu. The waiter then asked me what I would like to drink "Hmmm. I will take a finger lickin poopy ass dookie as potatoe ass green dookie fart penis poop salad beer!" I replied. "Good choice!" the waiter said smiling. It was silent for about 3 minutes. Best 3 minutes of my life. "So uh. What do you do for work?" The man across me asked. "oh! uhm. uh.... well i- um i-." i didnt exactly know what to say. "Its okay if you cant tell me." he said looking quite sad. "No! Its fine! I'm a..... well um.... i clean poop out of old peoples butts at scaramouchers nursing home..." I said. I tried to scan his expression for any thoughts of strangeness but the man didnt say anything. He smiled. "I wish I had your job!" the man said. I laughed assuming he was joking. it was silent for a while till i decided to speak up. "you have any kids? and pets?" I said awkwardly. "Oh no! You know me I hate kids haha." the man said. I stared at him agressivly for a second because I have 10 p named children at home. I just laughed. he looked at me weird but then the waiter gave us our food and drinks.

"Thank you!" I said to the waiter. He looked.... fimiliar. wait. I stood up and got in his face. I pulled his face mask off as he said "MAAM PLEASE DUE TO COVID STAY SIX FEET AND DONT TOUCH ME!!!!" i paused.... "Y/n????!!!" The waiter said angrily! "XIAO????" I said even more angrily "OH FUK YOU" The xiao said to me. "YOUR GONNA GET IT NOW BITCH!!! I SCREAMED! "WTF!!!!" zhomgli said standing up now recording this.. "YEAH TAKE YOUR TOP OFF!!" some random man said from across the bar. I locked myself in the bathroom. I came out covered in blood. "WHERES THAT MAN!!" said zhongli. "I juST KiLled mY eX." i said zhongli threw something in my face it was a brown liquid "TF IS THAT!!!!" i screamed. "I STOLE POOP FROM YOUR SHOWER AND MADE IT INTO TEA BC IM LITERALLY YANDERE FOR YOU DADDDY!" ZHONGLI SHOUTED. "THA FUCCCCC!!!" I yelled "ALSO I KNOW YOUR A BIG FATASS I PUT A CAM IN YOUR BEDRROM AND SAW YOU SLEEP THROUGH 50 ALARMS!" He shouted again. I ran out the bar so fast got in my car locked it and started blasting "IM A BAD BAD DOG!" while driving out of the parking lot i saw eddie munson twerking at me again. "FUK YOU!" I shouted at him. Then he ran faster than the speed of light and jumped on my car denting my ceiling cuz hes so fat and he broke a window and got in with me "BOY WTF!!!!!" I screamed "PULL OVER!!" Eddie yelled. I did as he said. and thats when john stamos himself got in my car and started blastinf Taco farts! I laughed so hard ive never laughed harder in my life. Me and these guyes quirky lil guyes drove off into the sunset and I hope to never see zhongli ever again.

THE END

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#zhongli #zhongli x reader #steve x eddie #eddie stranger things #eddie x y/n #eddie munson #john stamos #john stamos x reader #xiao x reader #valentines day #febuary fic #febuary #nominiravisallowed #nominikylesallowed

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dungeons-and-dragon-age · 2 years

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OC Appearance Meme

@creativegoblin I am considering myself tagged >:3 (also; too tired to tag anyone else but i'd love to get tagged if anyone does this so i can see! <3)

Putting these under the cut though because it got long hdakfjksfhksd

edit: wait wtf somehow tumblr bolded random words when i copied everything over from the doc????? so uhhh yea this is Not accurate rn lmao ok should be fixed now

NEIRA

BODY: Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Small breasts. Average breasts. Big breasts. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Narrow shoulders. Broad shoulders. Average shoulders. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

HEIGHT: Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN: Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks.

EYES: Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Violet. Green. Gold. Red. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Close-set(ish). Wide-set. Deep-set. Narrow. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR: Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Jaw length. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzz cut. Under cut. Bald. Weave. Hair extensions. Mohawk. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Faux locs. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Dyed. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS: Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercings. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

COSMETICS: Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lip-gloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up.

SCENT: Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain.

CLOTHES: Jeans. Tight pants. Over-knee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tank-top. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxi-dress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. High-slit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hot-pants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sports-bra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White. Black. Dark colors. Fur/Faux-fur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armor. Medium armor. Light Armor.

SHOES: Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes.

KALA

HEIGHT: Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN: Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks.

EYES: Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Violet. Green. Gold. Red. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Narrow. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

SHOES: Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes.

LIAM

HEIGHT: Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN: Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne (sorta; he’s prone to it but he does take care of his skin). Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks.

EYES: Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Violet. Green. Gold. Red. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Narrow. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR: Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny(ish). Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Jaw length. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzz cut. Under cut. Bald. Weave. Hair extensions. Mohawk. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Faux locs. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Dyed. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS: Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercings (only v v late post trespasser tho). Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

SCENT: Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. (during act 2/3 anyway lol) Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain.

CLOTHES: Jeans. Tight pants. Over-knee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tank-top. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxi-dress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. High-slit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hot-pants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sports-bra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Patterns (nothing fancy tho; think flannel). Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White. Black. Dark colors. Fur/Faux-fur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armor. Medium armor. Light Armor.

SHOES: Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. crocsSlippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes.

LILIAN

BODY: Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame (sort of?). Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails (sometimes). Dirty nails. Small breasts. Average breasts. Big breasts. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Narrow shoulders. Broad shoulders. Average shoulders. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

HEIGHT: Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN: Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled (just a lil). Scars. Birthmarks.

EYES: Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Violet. Green. Gold. Red. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Narrow. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned (just a bit tho). Downturned.

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS: Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple (post trespasser). No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercings. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings. (her ear piercings are v inconsistent lol)

COSMETICS: Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lip-gloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips (sometimes). Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes (sometimes). Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time (eyeliner’s the regular one). Rarely wears make-up.

CLOTHES: Jeans. Tight pants. Over-knee socks. Tights.Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tank-top. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxi-dress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. High-slit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hot-pants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sports-bra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White. Black. Dark colors. Fur/Faux-fur. Revealing clothing (sorta?). Heavy armor. Medium armor. Light Armor.

SHOES: Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes.

JUNE

BODY: Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Small breasts. Average breasts. Big breasts. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt (??). Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Narrow shoulders. Broad shoulders. Average shoulders. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

HEIGHT: Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN: Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks.

EYES: Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Violet. Green. Gold. Red. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Narrow. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR: Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Jaw length. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzz cut. Under cut (post trespasser). Bald. Weave. Hair extensions. Mohawk. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Faux locs. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Dyed (again post trespasser lol). Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

COSMETICS: Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara (sometimes). Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lip-gloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow (when she’s feeling fancy). Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up.

SCENT: Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Perfumes (rarely tho). Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain.

CLOTHES: Jeans. Tight pants. Over-knee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tank-top. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxi-dress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo (when she feels like it; not when she’s supposed to tho). Cocktail dress. High-slit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit (same as tuxedo lol). Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hot-pants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sports-bra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White. Black. Dark colors. Fur/Faux-fur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armor. Medium armor. Light Armor.

SHOES: Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes.

ARI

HEIGHT: Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN: Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks.

EYES: Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Violet. Green. Gold. Red. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Narrow. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR: Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Jaw length. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzz cut. Under cut. Bald(/shaved). Weave. Hair extensions. Mohawk. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Faux locs. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Dyed. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

SCENT: Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food (spices). Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain.

CLOTHES: Jeans. Tight pants. Over-knee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt (imma count sarong as “skirt” lol). Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tank-top. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket (those heavy ones). Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxi-dress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. High-slit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hot-pants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sports-bra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White. Black. Dark colors. Fur/Faux-fur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armor. Medium armor. Light Armor.

SHOES: Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes.

#disclaimer i only went with vibes/instinct with this i did not think about it too hard bc otherwise this would've taken ages hafjkhdsa #might be subject to change tho as i actually like. take 2nd and 3rd looks at this and actually think about it more lol #also i had to look up a good chunk of the terms so uh. woops.#it was v fun though!! :)#oc meme #tag game #oc: neira surana #oc: kalagna brosca #oc: liam hawke #oc: lilian hawke #oc: june trevelyan #oc: ari adaar #my ocs

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