faux lace

Dollar Tree

Basically this is going to be a run down of things I see there almost every time I go, if not every single time, that I believe can be used in witchcraft seeing as I keep getting asks about it (I don’t mind - it’s just easier to make a post about it) so here we go…

  • Bags full of - sand, shells, rocks, & colorful glass
  • Candles - loads of types + colors, but don’t buy the tealight ones if you have access to a Walmart because it’s $1 for 16 at Dollar Tree & $3 for 100 at Walmart
  • Tealight wax + oil burners
  • Food section - herbs, spices, sea salt, & tea
  • Glassware - bowls of various shape & depth, vases, cups, jars, candle holders (many types), & candy dishes
  • Bath magick supplies - bath salts, bubble bath, ect
  • Seeds - 4 packs for $1 & they have so many types
  • Decorations - faux butterflies + birds, wind chimes, occasionally angels, & faux lace dollies aka paper
  • Craft supplies - thread (packs of 8), ribbon, twine, yarn, notebooks, pens + pencils, ect
  • Divination - playing cards
  • Glamour - so much makeup & nail polish

That’s all I can remember off the top of my head, but that’s a lot all on it’s own! 🌿

(Donald Pierce x Reader)

A/N: SO I went to see Logan yesterday and it was sick so I thought I’d write a little Donald Pierce x Reader thang. I can see some serious potential for a part 2 so let me know what y’all think. This contains some major spoilers for Logan and mentions of violence. Enjoy!


Your feet clicked against the stone floor as you entered your kitchen. You’d done this every day for the last four years but today something was different. The plates inside of the cupboard began to rattle as soon as you entered and you gripped the kitchen surface to steady yourself. 

They escaped. They’re free. 

You breathed rapidly trying to still the surge of emotion building inside you. You’d never felt so conflicted - you couldn’t deny that you were glad the children were finally free but by doing so you had betrayed the person that you loved. 

But how could you ever love him? He was a monster. 

The tempestuous feelings inside you built to such a level that the lights around the room began to flicker. The sounds of kettle rapidly switching on and off filled your ears as the currents surged from your body into the kitchen around you. 

You felt as thought you were about to explode when you suddenly heard the front door slam. You stopped instantly - only at the result of decades of schooling yourself to react automatically to company - and the cutlery draw crashed loudly onto the floor.  

‘Baby?’ You heard a thick southern accent drawl from nearby as you released the kitchen counter from your grip and stood stock still. 

Donald appeared before you a moment later. His sunglasses hung loosely in his hand as he squinted at you in the dim light of the kitchen. The fuse must have blown again. 

'Darlin’ are you okay?’

Donald pressed his flesh hand to your cheek, face automatically tightening in concern when he felt how cold and clammy the skin felt underneath. Your little episode had weakened you significantly and constantly suppressing your abilities only allowed you to use them in short bursts anyway. 

'What happened in here?’ Donald gestured towards the floor and for the first time you noticed  cutlery was scattered everywhere from where the draw had fallen. 

'I-I stumbled and pulled it out.’ You murmured avoiding his gaze as he studied your face. Seemingly satisfied with your explanation, Donald led you to front room where he help you sit down on the sofa. You instantly flopped down onto your back as he briefly left the room before reappearing with a damp flannel which you were secretly grateful for as a headache began to blossom over your brow. 

'I-I think I’m sick.’ You mumbled again as you scrunched your eyes shut trying to block out the pain. 

'Shh just lie back. I got you.’ Donald spoke softly as he dabbed your brow with the cloth. His metal hand rested on your wrist and you tried to resist springing away from him. You were too uncontrolled right now and you didn’t trust yourself. One wrong move and you could kill him. 

'I’ll take you to get checked out. No offence baby but you look like hell.’ You knew that Donald’s faux-teasing voice was laced with worry underneath. 

'No! No - really. I’ll be fine. I just need rest.’ You steadied your voice as you lay back, keeping your gaze fixed on the ceiling above you. 

'That’s my girl. Always stubborn.’ Donald chided gently, his hand still resting on your wrist - probably as a subtle way to measure your pulse. Slowly you could feel yourself starting to regain your strength as you focused on emptying your mind of all the feelings that had crowded you earlier. 

'I hate to leave you doll, really - but something’s happened.' 

You knew damn well what had happened but Donald didn’t know that. So you schooled your voice into one of concern as you as you attempted to pry the truth from him. 

'What is it?' 

'Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about. I’ll have some of the boys set up outside to listen out in case you need me.' 

Great. You thought, knowing full well that it would be highly suspect of you to refuse his protection. 

'Okay love.’ You heard yourself saying, offering him a smile that you silently prayed would appear convincing. Donald seemed satisfied (or distracted) as he leaned forward and kissed you. 

After he left you finally allowed your muscles to relax. You could still feel tiny shocks and static in your fingertips but the worst of it was over. You had never been proud of your so-called powers. In fact they were little more than a curse.
You’d been born with the ability to control different energies around you. On the surface it appeared like an incredible gift but it had in fact brought you nothing but anguish. 

You remembered the first time your power had resulted in a death. You glanced down and stared at your hands, the same hands that had tightly gripped at the limp kitten in your arms when you were five years old. You could recall the static sensation of its singed hair on your skin. You didn’t mean to kill it you just didn’t know how to control yourself yet. 

Your parents were not like you -they said you were evil. You father had shook you so violently when he saw that you’d killed the kitten that you panicked and shocked him. As his limp body fell to the floor your mother began to scream, so loudly that it hurt your ears so you silenced her with a single jolt from your fingertips. 

After that you were alone. You were smart enough to know that your home wasn’t home anymore. You spent years traversing the country - trying to stay out of trouble and avoiding the authorities who were desperately searching for a missing child, presumed dead. 

You fled to Mexico when you were 17, a place where there were far less questions about where you’d come from. But you were still lost, drifting from one job to the next one that didn’t require a form of ID as you tried to keep the food in your belly. 

Your ability to control the energy around you was very much a two-way relationship. You naturally found yourself drawn to the cities buzzing with lights and people. You spent three years making your way around Mexico before finally settling in the capital. 

Transigen had captured your attention immediately. The amount of energy spilling from the walls of that place piqued your curiosity and you attempted to investigate what was happening inside, but to no avail. Security was far too tight. The only possible in for you was through employment. And for that you needed a verifiable background. 

So you bided your time. You worked night and day until you’d saved enough money to pay a man to create you a birth certificate and passport. You were now Y/N Y/L/N. You spent hours schooling yourself into the perfect Transigen employee - hardworking, intelligent but also obedient and loyal. You practiced suppressing your powers, reacting to every possible surprise or eventuality. You vowed never to kill anyone again. 

You paid the man extra just to throw in a few relevant medical qualifications, confident that you’d be able to learn as you worked, and before you knew it you’d landed the job. 

You kept a low profile for the first few months of your employment. You were mostly constrained to admin work and knew for the fact that not a single person in there trusted you yet. Slowly you gained the trust of your superiors and were gradually allowed into the lab. 

For a long time you couldn’t understand why the children were being kept like this. A cancer study seemed unlikely and your suspicions continued to grow. It wasn’t until one day when they attempted to restrain one boy who then decapitated the nurse stood next to you did you realise that these were not normal children.  

That day did not stick in your memory for that reason alone - it was also the day you met Donald Pierce. 

The moment he entered the room you had to suppress your abilities harder than you’d ever tried in your life. It didn’t help that he walked right up to, feet splashing in the blood that covered the hospital floor and brought his face right up to yours. 

'Ya hurt?' 

His blue eyes bored into yours as he spoke, his thick southern accent clouding any emotion that might have once been present in his voice like smoke. 

'No.’ Was all you managed in a tight voice, unable to tear your gaze away from his. Donald had stared at you a few seconds longer and for a moment you were sure he knew your secret. But after what felt like a millennium he stepped back. 

'Good. Don’t tell anyone about this.’ He murmured roughly before leaving the room. 

You didn’t know it at the time but that was the beginning of the two of you. Everyone at Transigen thought Donald was the devil incarnate but you could almost see a warped logic to his thinking. You didn’t want more to die because of people like you. But you never, ever, condoned the abuse and neglect that the children received. 

Every day that you worked there was another day where Donald cemented himself in your brain. You loathed yourself for being so hypnotised by his eyes and the way that the sound of his voice made your head swim. These feelings were completely alien to you and yet that didn’t stop you welcoming Donald’s invasion into your personal space, lips twisting into a half smile and revealing that ridiculous gold tooth when he studied you. 

'You’re a smart girl - in fact, I think you’re dangerous.’ Donald drawled one night as you were cleaning up the lab at the end of the day. The words made your blood run cold as your mind began to conjure the idea that he knew. But he simply laughed in the end and brushed your shoulder lightly as he left.  

It was difficult to piece together exactly how you’d arrived at your current destination. You and Donald had now been living together for four years. Four years. The fact was unbelievable even to your own ears but despite everything he showed you love that no one else had. You’d never been welcomed into a home to call your own before, never been held or never even been considered by anyone else until you met him. The last four years had been a conflict for you - how do you convince the man you love to give up his lifelong mission?  

The sound of the front door clicking shut startled you out of your reverie. Several hours had passed since Donald had last left and you found yourself buried under the sheets of your bed now, not realising you’d been lost in thought for so long. All was good, for now, and the energy both in you and around you felt relatively lax. 

You feigned sleep as you listened to Donald climb the stairs and enter the bedroom. He groaned in exhaustion as he undressed, his coat and jeans landing on the floor heavily as he stripped carelessly. 

He climbed into bed next to you and you tensed at the sensation of his cold arms as they wrapped around you. The sensation of his facial hair rough against your neck relaxed you a little - despite everything, you felt at home here when it was quiet. Donald relaxed next to you but you knew he was wide awake. 

'Everything okay?’ You whispered into the darkness as you intertwined your fingers with his. 

'The kids are gone. I don’t know how but they fuckin’ are.' 

His metal hand tightened around yours to the point of pain and you stroked his arm in response, hoping to calm him. 

'You’ll get them back.' 

'How do you know?’ Donald hissed and you tensed your jaw in response as you resisted the urge to snap back. Maybe you shouldn’t have been fucking holding them there in the first place. He didn’t scare you in the slightest but he could be difficult. 

Instead you tried a different tactic. You rolled over and pulled his nude body close to yours, your lips moving over his neck as he hummed in response.
'Because you’re better than they are.' 

Donald’s breath caught in his throat as his metal hand moved up to grip your hair as he kissed you. 

'Damn right.' 

You moved away briefly to take in the sight of him before surging forward and kissing him hungrily. Like your life depended on it. Donald made a noise of surprise but responded in kind. For all you knew this could be the last time. You could no longer sit idly by knowing what was happening.

It was time to act.


Originally posted by onlyasoulthings

Patience

prompt: 

“Dan, I swear to go-“

“I’ll do it if daddy asks nicely.”

Fuck.”

genre: smutty smut smut, little fluff at the end if you squint, but it’s mostly smut

warnings: swearing, anal, blowjobs, edging, daddy!kink

word count: 1973

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a/n: after many nights of unmotivated rolling around, i have created this masterpiece! i don’t have much to say other than thank you for following me and being patient because i know i haven’t been writing as much. i definitely want to change that this year, so don’t forget to send me prompts! this fic was beta’ed by the lovely holly (@dark-days-dark-nights-xx) and tom (@theotheristhedoctor).  i hope you enjoy <3

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Late Nights at Pop's - Jughead Jones x Reader

Two teenagers sat in a booth at Pop’s, empty milkshake glasses discarded at the other end of the table. One of them was typing furiously whilst the other watched the world pass by outside.
As she gazed at him affection transformed her features into a smile that no amount of effort could conceal. He was exhausted, she could tell, but even as his eyes grew tired and his shoulders slumped he was determined to write one more word, one more page. Jason Blossom’s murder had consumed his thoughts and sparked a desire in him to write it all down and express the experience in eloquent words and hypnotising sentences. She’d only caught the briefest of glimpses of what he was writing, unable to offer him the praise she was certain he deserved. But now as the hands of the clock approached 11pm she was determined to get him home and ensure he got a good nights sleep for once in his life. Ever since she’d discovered his living situation she had forced him to come and stay with her, reassuring him of her parents’ love for him and willingness to take care of him.
“Stop staring, its rude” He grumbled, eyes never leaving the laptop screen in front of him.
“Is a girl not allowed to admire her gorgeous boyfriend?” Faux innocence laced her words, causing her smile to grow wider as she watched his cheeks turn red from her compliment.
“No.” Was the only answer he gave her as he continued to type.
“Well, I think you’re wrong. I also think we should leave because you’re exhausted”
“Am not”
“Are to”
They continued to bicker like children, Pop watching them fondly from the table he was wiping down across the room.
“Please Juggie” She knew he could never say no to her when she pleaded with him. She repeated herself, waiting for the moment his features would softened and he would turn to her with eyes full of love. This didn’t happen, instead he stubbornly continued to stare at his screen.
“Juggie, baby, pleeease”
Despite her use of a pet name which she knew he secretly loved, the growing blush on his cheeks proof of this, he remained still and unwavering. She decided to take action and move herself if he was unwilling to. She carefully slid out of her side of the booth, walked round the table and shuffled down Jughead’s side. He still refused to look at her but the flicker of amusement on his face assured her that she was making progress. Her arms snaked their way around his slim waist whist her lips started to littler kisses on his exposed neck. His fingers stilled on the keyboard while she continued to shower him with affection. She knew she had him now but she wanted to tease him a little bit more for keeping her at Pop’s for so long. So, trailing her lips up to his ear, she gently pulled his earlobe between her teeth before whispering in his ear.
“Baby, pleease”
With those words Jughead shut his laptop and pulled her face to his, placing a firm kiss on her lips.
“I hate you” He muttered, but it was clear he didn’t mean it, anyone could see that as love clouded his eyes and pulled at the corners of his mouth.
“No you don’t”
“No I don’t” He picked up his laptop, and as they walked out of the diner he put his arm around her shoulders, amazed by how easily this girl had wound him around her little finger and snuck into his heart.

anonymous asked:

I scene I wished we had for Quintis from Monday night's episode: "I don't think we need a family planning expert, Doc." Happy telling Toby she's pregnant?? 😊Please and thank you, lovely!!😘

Hi! Thanks so much for the prompt–so sweet and fluffy, I was immediately inspired. This is obviously a follow-up to 3x21 so minor spoilers for that episode. Thanks for the prompt 😊 I hope you like it!

Well…

“So, who knew 197 was going to be so involved in the wedding planning process?” Toby asks as they sit side by side, two estheticians gently rubbing the exfoliant into their skin. The pressure of the tiny circles around his temple cause him to moan lightly.

Happy chuckles. “He fought for the position.” She sighs as the woman dries her hands and moves to massage the tension out of her shoulders. “They all did.”

“Yeah, but I assumed it was more of a title thing,” he says. “You saw how competitive the team was.”

“True. Maybe at first.” She shrugs slightly. “But he’s working with Paige.”

“And?”

“He cares about her,” she says as if it is the most obvious thing in the world, even as a self-proclaimed robot. She turns her head, opening one eye and raising her eyebrow as she guages his reaction. “Don’t act like you don’t know it too.”

“I’m not denying it.” He repositions the slices of cucumbers over his eyes. “But that’s because I’m a Harvard-trained–”

“–behaviorist, I know.” Happy chuckles. “They’ve just never been subtle about it.”

“Point taken.” Toby relaxes further into his chair.

A minute later, the two women bid their farewells with promises of being back in five minutes to finish the exfoliation process, dimming the lights and closing the door on their way out. “I could live like this forever,” Toby sighs, exhaling deeply. Happy murmurs her assent. “Except for the fact that we’d never leave, so we could never get married.”

She shakes her head, but a grin pulls at her lips. “I suppose that’s a trade-off I wouldn’t make either.” She adds a snide, “Or we could just have them marry us here.”

He gasps, faux horror lacing his words. “And then we’d never have our first dance.” He pauses, smiling as he remembers the night on the college campus, the gentle swaying in the moonlight. “First dance as a married couple,” he amends.

“To a song we can’t even decide on.”

“Hey, I suggested several song selections.”

“And I am saying that none of those will be our song. Everything you suggest is washed out ‘80s music. Not even the good stuff.”

He scoffs. “I take offense to that.”

“The partners in crime will figure it out.” She rolls her neck.

“You confident about that?”

“Yes.” She sighs. “Besides, it’s tedious work. Better if they do it.”

“Better? Like when Walter planned all of our appointments for the next week? With every professional in the state of California?” Happy laughs, light and airy in a way unusual for her. He smiles at her, at seeing her in her most relaxed state. It’s a beautiful thing to witness. “With the economist and that hack of a shrink.”

“You think everyone who isn’t you is a hack.”

“Correction: I thought Dr. Rizzuto was quack, not a hack. He’s not professional enough to be a hack.” He can practically feel her roll her eyes, despite the cucumber slices still covering his. “Not to mention he also booked us a family planner.” His lips twist up uncomfortably. “I don’t know whether to be impressed with all he’s trying to do for us or feel like he’s talking about our sex life.”

“That is…unpleasant,” Happy says, gently pulling the cucumbers from her refreshed eyes. She wants to see his face for this. “But,” she turns slightly to face him, quiet enough to not alert him to her nervous tension and habitual shifting, “I don’t think he needs to worry about us.”

“Right.” She watches him nod. “We’ll be just fine.”

“That’s not what I meant.” She folds her hands together, trying to will them to stop shaking. He furrows his brows and she can’t help but think how adorable he is, not that she’d ever admit it out loud. She clears her throat and carries on. “I don’t think we need a family planning expert.”

He scrunches his eyebrows, the cakey-white exfoliant crinkling with the lines of his face. She waits a beat, then two, before exhaling a shaky breath. “Are you?” He asks, trailing off, quickly pulling the cucumbers off his eyes. He turns toward her to find her already facing him, a nervous gleam in her eyes. She nods, looking down as she plays with her fingers once more. “We’re,” he cuts off to smile, and when she looks up, she swears the smile reaches his eyes it’s so wide.

“I’m pregnant, Toby.” This wasn’t exactly how she planned to tell him, but it’s out there now. The calm and serenity of a moment so close and intimate now filling the room with joy and excitement. She hadn’t wanted some fancy announcement. She just wanted him. And them. Together. Together and happy. That was their perfect moment.

And shortly after, the estheticians would walk back in to find mussed hair and crinkled paste, some exfoliant trapped on the culprits’ hands, but for once, Happy wouldn’t care. They’re getting married. They are going to be a family. They are, for all intents and purposes, living the life they always dreamed. And that is more than she could ever ask for.

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4th Hour: Sweater Weather- RapMonster(Smut)

1st Hour: Bangtan High- Jungkook

2nd Hour: A Helping Hand- Taehyung

3rd Hour: Bad Behavior- Jimin


It’s only a crime if you get caught… 


Req: Rap monster smut, like restaurant sex? Being teased under the table?

Req: a series of high school au for each member? can be smut or fluff!


“You cold, baby?” Namjoon raises his eyebrows as he plops down in the chair next to you at the lunch table, throwing down his stuff.

“A little. I swear it’s fifty degrees out and the school still turns on the AC.”

“You have me.” Namjoon gives you a suggestive smile, putting his arm on the back of your chair and leaning in. “Your own personal heat box.”

You roll your eyes, averting your gaze to find Jin standing above you, an amused look on his perfect face. “Can I sit and eat without barfing now?”

You nod quickly, clearing your stuff so he can sit down before leaning forward. “So… how are you?” You try to start conversation, suddenly interested in him as Namjoon’s hand trails possessively down the arc of your spine.

“I’m good. Tired from classes, but fine. And yourself? How’s Namjoon treatin’ you?”

“Oh you know.” You shoot a wan look behind your back, Namjoon conveniently looking the other way though he’s obviously listening. “Just so teasing as ever.”

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I’ve been searching for the perfect winter coar for a long time… I wanted something stylish but also comfy and warm. That has proved to be something really hard to find…

The fact that i am plus sized didn’t help, as the most of the pretty coats didn’t fit me correctly.

So i decided to go in an make it myself! This is what i’ve been making  in the last few weeks ^_^
It’s a long wool coat with quilted padded lining, it’s really comfy and warm and has every detail i’ve ever wanted to try on something like that.

So what do you think? :D
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cappellapalatina  asked:

faux fur, lace, perfume ; )

what is something in your life completely different from last year?

Friendships. Last year, I felt really alone- I was still actively reeling from the loss of my old group of friends and the awful way it all ended. Nowadays, I routinely find myself awed by how much happier I am. I have friends like @wildundefeabledreams​, a friend I’ve had for years, one who’s funny and beautiful, always so good at initiating hang outs and making me smile. I have @dorkbait​, who is one of the most intelligent, talented, and wonderful people I know- someone I love and trust dearly. And then i have this golden trio- @twobrokenwyngs​, @kambarbay​, and @e-sebastian​. Each of them are just such fantastic, beautiful people. They’re each so uniquely talented. They’re each immeasurably kind, funny as hell, and an absolute joy to be with. I have friends like you, Marina!! Beautiful and gracious as you are. @rriiiki, @hallowknees, and @inthebackoftheimpala, too, are just some absolutely beautiful, wonderful folk who i’ve loved immensely for years now. Well, this is a long and messy ramble but- my life is full of beautiful friendships now. It’s only getting better, I think!! I’m even making new friends nowadays! And the happiness this gives me is beyond the capacity of words. 

if you could make your own signature fragrance, what would it smell like? I really like soft, floral scents- peony, gardenia, cedarwood, jasmine, maybe eucalyptus. 

The Attractive Waiter

“And here’s your drinks. Can I get you anything else?” The waiter asks both Joe and Y/N, but his eyes are locked only on her, his body turned to face her.

“We’re fine. Thank you.” Joe practically spits, glaring up at the waiter. Y/N shoots him a look before smiling up at the, undeniably attractive, waiter.

“No, we’ll let you know if we do though. Thank you.”

With a nod, he returns the smile before turning and walking away.

“What a twat.” Joe mumbles under his breath, picking up his drink.

“What is wrong with you!” Y/N’s eyes flash in anger as she leans in closer against the table, keeping her voice low.

“What’s wrong with me?! You’re the one flirting with the waiter!”

“I am doing no such thing. All he did was ask if he could get us anything, you know, his job!” She sat back in her chair, adjusting the napkin on her lap.


Her and Joe were out for, what was supposed to be, a lovely dinner. But ever since the waiter had first come over and taken their drinks, Joe had switched to jealous mode. All because the waiter happened to be slightly good looking. But that didn’t matter all that much to Y/N, she was here with Joe, her boyfriend. Yet all he saw was the waiter flirting with her, and was it Y/N’s fault if she naturally flirted back? It was harmless though. Honestly.


“That is one very attentive waiter then.” Joe retorts, placing his drink back down, gripping his own napkin in a tight fist. “Never seen one pay so much attention to anyone before.”

“Stop being a child.” She scolded, glancing around the nearby tables to ensure no one could hear them.

“Stop flirting.”

“I am not flirting!”

“Yes you are!”

“Your salads.” The waiter had appeared, and there was a bemused smile on his face. Y/N felt her cheeks burn as she blushed, and she ducked her head slightly. But Joe simple stared at the waiter as he placed their plates in front of them. He felt his grip on his napkin tighten as the waiter’s eyes never left Y/N, sending her a reassuring smile when she finally lifted her eyes to meet his.

Twat.

“Enjoy.” He said before leaving them alone once again.

“Isn’t there some rule about flirting with your patrons?” Joe questions bitterly, picking up his fork and stabbing at his salad, more pushing it around than eating it.

“That is it!” Y/N snaps, tossing her napkin onto the table beside her plate. She glares at him as she pushes her chair back and stands. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to the bathroom before I smack you.” She turns on her heel and walks away from Joe and their table.

He watches her go, before turning to glare at his salad, letting his fork drop to the plate.

“Is everything alright?” The waiter asks, faux concern laced through his voice, a triumphant gleam in his eyes. Joe hates him.

“Everything is fine. Thanks.” He meet’s the waiters stare, determined to not let him win.

Finally he nods and walks away again, leaving Joe alone at the table.


After another minute passes, Joe also tosses his napkin onto the table and stands, following Y/N to the bathroom area. Looking around to make sure no one sees him, Joe slips in through the ladies door, thankful to see a lock. He latches it before glancing around the small room, his gaze falling on Y/N.

She’s standing by the sink, glaring at him through the mirror.

“What are you doing here?” Joe feels something run through him, and realizes its a possessive desire. He can’t help it, she looks incredibly hot standing there, glaring at him.

“Came to find you.” He shrugs, moving across the room.

“So you can tell me off for supposedly flirting with the waiter?” She turns around, crossing her arms. Joe shakes his head and continues his stride towards her, not stopping as he nears her, forcing her to walk backwards until her back hits the wall.

“No, so I can tell you how frustrating you are.” Joe practically growls, his hands moving to her waist. Y/N’s eyes scan his, and he sees the anger seep out, replaced by the same desire he’s sure is evident in his eyes.

“Were you jealous, Joe?” She smirks, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I don’t get jealous.” His face moves in closer, their lips barely touching.

“Hmm, maybe I should go flirt some more than. Perhaps you’ll get jealous then.”

“You aren’t going anywhere, not until it’s very clear you’re mine.” With that, he presses his body against hers, their lips crashing together.

All the emotion and tension from tonight pours into that kiss, escalating it instantly.

Their mouths explore each other as his hands move up and along her body. They don’t pull apart until they are practically panting, and even then, Joe simply moves his lips down along her jaw and her neck, leaving a trail of fire along her skin.

Y/N gasps as she feels Joe leave his mark on her neck, her hands under his jacket, his shirt bunched up in her fists.

He lifts his head to meet her gaze again, “Let him try and flirt with you now.”

Their lips meet again, not nearly as intense, but still quite passionate.


And suddenly there’s a knock on the door, and they jump apart.

“Hello? Is everything alright in there?” The voice of a waitress carries through, and Y/N stifles a giggle before calling out.

“Everything is just fine! Be out in a moment!”

The couple look at each other before they burst out laughing, her head falling against Joe’s shoulder.

When they both calm down, they straighten themselves up before heading back to their table, hand in hand.

And when the waiter comes back, well after he see’s Y/N again, he doesn’t flirt with her for the rest of their meal.

usakuo  asked:

Champagne, faux fur, lace, sheet mask, and silver for the luxury asks !!! 💞💞

thanks for asking!!!!

champagne: what topics could you talk about during hours?

ahhh, astrology, politics, physics,, photography, poetry and arts??? aahh and food. Food is good.

faux fur: describe your wardrobe

lacking clothes i like bc my dumb ass self only wants to buy clothes when im stuck in a country where there are no malls

lace: what is something in your life completely different from last year?

apart from myself, hmm,, my grades, my plans for the end of the year. my Gayness™

sheet mask: what’s your favourite lazy activity?

sitting in the couch watching old tv series while munching on popcorn or eating ice cream directly from the jar. sleeping during 17 hours. sitting in the sun and. doing nothing else.

silver: do you have any obscure hobbies? what are they?

obscure? idk. i have a known interest in witchcraft and study divination and scapulamancy?? but apart from that idk….