whisper lipstick

Notice Me!

“Only look at me, Princess.”

Genre: Teen stuff, romance, fluff

Pairing: Teacher!Jungkook x reader, BadBoy!Yoongi x reader

Song rec:  Blush (티가 나) by Sanchez

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“You’ve been grading those papers for two hours now.”

Jungkook grunted, scribbling onto the paper. The red pen wriggled in between his fingers as he squinted at the answers on the paper. After finally marking the final test in his class, Jungkook let out a sigh. Dropping the pen onto the table, it rolled loudly as he pressed his back against the wooden chair. He winced as his muscles stiffened. He was tired. Glancing at his phone, he turned it on with the push of a button:


He sighed once more, running a hand down his face. He craned his head over his shoulder to Yugyeom. His friend was sprawled across his sofa underneath an abundance of pillows. He frowned, ruffling the back of his head, “Stop working for once and come chill with me.”

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(requested by anon)

Kai Parker x Reader
word count : 4 840
: smut
summary: Reader squirts for the first time.
*gif by phantom-evil
keep reading after the cur 😈🔥

An evening at the Salvatores.
Lately it appeared the Mystic Falls gang had started to finally accept that maybe there is good in him , or maybe they were just tolerating him because he was Y/N’s boyfriend and it was more than obvious they were crazy about each other. It’s been almost three months since Kai and Y/N had officially become a couple , but their history went beyond that - stolen glances and kisses here and there. They had played the cat and mice game for a while until Kai figured out he just can’t be without her. He had fallen in love with the human girl and there was no going back. Kai knew Y/N loves him too , not only because she had told him so multiple times , but because it was in her eyes , in her entire attitude towards him. Always , no matter who of her friends would try to say something about him that she didn’t like , she’d try to bite their head off. Kai really loved that fire burning inside her.
Kai had expected everything but this. Since the second Y/N had walked in , his breath had been taken away and his thoughts had been thrown off completely balance. Y/N was wearing knee high boots with a short tight black dress(and no bra!!) , a short black jacket , her hair made in waves but still a tad messy and that lipstick - Kai felt as if he had been thrown straight into Hell. He could barely control himself around her in general and the way she looked in that moment had pushed it a bit too far. How was he supposed to keep his hands off her for a few more hours , when all he could think about was tearing that dress off her and messing up her hair completely ? The moment Y/N had gotten up from the sofa and asked him if he wants to go home , he had hardly managed not to grab her and whoosh them away in vampire speed.

On their way home Kai had held onto the steering wheel so hard , he had nearly broken it to keep himself from pulling over somewhere and having his way with her in the car in the middle of nowhere. Not that they hadn’t done this before but the entire night he had ran scenarios in his head and the car or the woods just wouldn’t do. Finally they got to their house and Kai could barely wait for them to get inside. Y/N’s outfit had droven him completely mad and his skin felt as if was on fire even more with each passing moment , watching her walk a step ahead of him and her dress lightly lift itself up.
The door wasn’t even closed completely when Kai smashed her against the wall lightly wrapping his hand around her neck holding her in place , brushing his nose against her cheek moving towards her neck.
“You did that on purpose , didn’t you? Wearing that short tight dress with those boots , with your hair all messed up. Not to mention that lipstick -” whispered Kai , nibbling on her earlobe. “ I can’t decide if I want to tear that dress of your body or just pull it over your head for you to wear again.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about.” said Y/N innocently , tangling her fingers in his hair pulling him closer to her than ever. Truth to be told , those had been her true intentions since the early evening. Usually they’d go there together but that evening they had gone separately because she had told him there is something she has to do. The second Y/N had walked in and he had seen her , she had known her mission was complete. Kai’s eyes had gone wider than ever and he had nearly choked on the bourbon he was drinking. The rest of the evening she had spent sitting on his lap , playing with his scruff or next to him ,her hip brushing against his and stealing glances from time to time. Kai barely took his eyes off her and his hands were shaking the entire evening as he struggled to keep them away from her.
“So innocent.” he teased resting his forehead on hers , their eyes meeting. His hand slid up her inner thigh to her core , feeling a wet spot on her panties. A smile spread across his face , seeing her eyelids fluttering closed for a second as he pressed on her entrance. Kai had been listening to her hearbeat knowing fully well she had lied to him. Even if he wasnt a vampire , he’d be able to tell by the look in her eyes. Usually she was better at hiding things , not this time though. He wondered why. “I don’t believe you for a second.”
Kai’s lips hungrily attacked hers , kissing her so hard her lips hurt a bit. All emotions he had suppressed during the past few hours came rushing back full speed and he didn’t plan on slowing down at all. He pressed his body to hers so hard her breath got knocked out of her lungs. His lips left kisses down her jaw line to her neck to her collarbone while his hands pushed down her short jacket. Kai snaked his hands down her back to her ass pulling her towards him suddenly , making her feel how hard he was. A small gasp tumbled off her lips feeling his hard on press against her and she bit her lip , her eyes going wide. They were standing so close their lips almost touched as Kai spoke and Y/N could feel his heart racing and she tried to suppress a smile realising his heart was beating as fast as hers , maybe faster.
“This is your fault.” he whispered , looking at her with hooded eyes. “You did that to me the second you walked in. Only you can do this to me without even touching me. Though you sitting on my lap on the sofa , you must’ve already known.”
Kai smirked at her and slid his hands down her hips , hitching them around her thighs as he scooped her up. He could hear her heart rate change the moment he touched her bare skin. He shoved her against the wall again , his nose brushing against hers for a moment as the tension build more. They were starring at each other , none of them willing to look away for more than a split second. Y/N’s eyes darted between his eyes and his lips , holding onto him tighly. Kai’s eyes had darkened to a darker shade of blue and the fact was looking at her with hooded eyes only turned her on even more. She wondered if he knows the effect he has on her. One look from him was enough to get her right where he wanted her - wet on the spot and begging for him. That night had been a payback for all those times. With the help of Elena and Caroline ,she had gotten the hair and make up done and later one had picked out the dress. Y/N darted her tongue out licking his lower lip and a low growl came from deep inside his throat.
“Well…” he trailed off. “Time to pay sweetheart.”
In a flash he whooshed them away upstairs , pulling the dress over her head in vampire speed and tossing it on the floor. Kai’s lips smashed against hers a split second later and her hands pushed away his jacket , hooking around his neck right after. Y/N pulled herself closer to him trying to gain some control , only he wouldn’t let her. He spun her around in vampire speed pressing his chest to her back while slowly trailing his fingertips all the way from her shoulder to her fingertips sending shivers all over her body. Y/N threw her head back , resting it against his chest , turning slightly towards him. Her boyfriend was getting back at her for the entire evening.
Kai could barely hold himself together but somehow he managed knowing if her just pushes her buttons a bit more , things would flip in reverse and Y/N would be the one unable to keep her hands to herself. Their eyes met just as his other hand slid down her stomach to her core , pushing its way in her panties. She bit her lip watching Kai’s eyes darken even more.
“Mmmm so wet.” he whispered , pushing two fingers inside her , curling them around slowly a few times before pulling out. A soft moan tumbled off her lips and Y/N grabbed his hand , shoving his fingers in her mouth licking them clean without breaking eye contact with him. “Damn Y/N..”
Kai’s hand snaked around her stomach , holding her towards him as her ass rubbed against his crotch. Having her lick his fingers was pushing him over the edge as if his emotions weren’t already on an over drive. He wanted her , all of her. In that moment and not a second too late. Kai moved her hair from her neck , whispering in her ear.
“How is it that you drive me so out of control? I swear , I almost lost it tonight.”
“Oh you mean like you do to me every single second of every single day ?” replied Y/N , snaking her hand behind her back towards his lenght catching a glimpse of their reflections in the tall mirror on the other end of the room. Purple black veins flashed under Kai’s eyes and he sank his fangs into her neck at the same time his fingers found their way back inside her panties rubbing slow figure eights on her clit. Y/N titled her neck a little , giving him better access not taking her eyes of their reflections. Kai looked so hot while feeding in general and even hotter in that moment while feeding on her , she couldn’t look away no matter how hard she tried. It all looked so perfect , like they were two pieces perfectly fitting into each other in every scenario. He pulled away following her gaze , purple black veins still flashing under his eyes while her warm blood trickled down his chin dripping onto her neck and slowly down her chest.
“Damn you are so hot when you do that.” she moaned out

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Leading Suspects: Epilogue

Well, here we are. It’s been quite the journey, and I hope you’ve all enjoyed it, especially you, @peetabreadgirl! There’s a strong chance I’d be crying in the corner over something fic related without you in my life. Clearly, you’re my Johanna. ;-) The story will be up on AO3 and FF.net in its entirety by the end of the week. I’ve been posting chapters five at a time, so if you follow me over there, I apologize for the flood of notification e-mails. Will make one more post here once it’s complete on the other sites. Smutty MCSmutterson out!

“Do you think they’ll serve pie?”

“Don’t eat the strawberry if they do. Just to be safe.” I smother my laughter at this and lean back against the trunk of the apple tree I scaled half an hour ago, the speakers below me unaware of my presence.

The funny thing about gossip and scandal is that it’s a stupid, fickle thing. Two years after I returned to Twelve Willows to propose a joint Daily Fix and bakery franchise to Peeta and ask him out for real, so much has already changed, and yet so much remains the same.

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What the Hogwarts houses remind me of
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Gryffindor:</b> metallic gold party crowns, fireworks, the feeling in your stomach during your first kiss, laughing so hard your stomach aches from trying to hold it in, sparklers, hands covered in paint, eating so much it feels like your stomach is going to split, red lipstick, whispers that are too loud to really be whispers, bubblegum, electronic music, loud curses, talking through a smile, autumn<p/><b>Slytherin:</b> winged eyeliner, looking that boy in the eye and telling him no, little black dresses, dark glitter, well-presented powerpoints, smirks, sophisticated parties, champagne, flashing eyes, smoke, Melanie Martinez, deadly smiles, all-black sneakers, dark downtown streets, the feeling that you succeeded at a task, the smell of evergreen or pine trees, winter<p/><b>Ravenclaw:</b> messy desks, single light bulbs hanging above working spaces, eating a small meal alone in a cozy kitchen, the rush you get from a sudden idea, pencil skirts, confident walks, tight buns in your hair, high heels that click on the floor when you walk, serious attitudes, well-thought-out comebacks, daydreaming, messy handwriting, overthinking small things, drinking cup after cup of coffee, nails bitten short, white teeth, ribbons in your hair<p/><b>Hufflepuff:</b> wildflowers, rosy cheeks, letting your friend cry on your shoulder, bright smiles, acoustic music, folk festivals, rolling hills, blue skies, the warmth of sunlight, bottling up feelings so you don't offend people, sitting on countertops, early mornings in the city, the glow of hard work, humility, seeing the best in people, quiet humor, spring, farmer's markets, waking up with a warm feeling after dreaming about someone you love, hayrides<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
Ruined Lipstick

Ship: KiyoYachi

Rating: T

Yachi’s hand won’t stop shaking, it just won’t. It trembles and jerks and fumbles to stay still but her nerves rattle it despite all. She’s not used to putting things near her eyes, she doesn’t wear glasses or contacts, and rarely uses makeup, so trying to apply eyeliner is a whole new level of difficult.

“Ahhhhhuuuughh,” she grunts and stares at her reflection, her blonde curls sitting on her shoulders, grown out since high school, her face plane, all one shade. The line extends from the corner of her eye but swivels in a jagged shake outwards.

She sighs softly looking down, listening for the feet padding up the stairs.

“Babe?” Kiyoko’s dark head peeks cautiously around the corner, her eyes soft with concern for Yachi and her exasperated grunting.

“I know I know, I’m almost ready, I just can’t seem to get the eyeliner straight.”

“That’s okay-”

“I’ll hurry up, I’m just nervous, I’m meeting all your coworkers tonight and I want them to like me, and your boss and I want them to think I’m pretty and I know you think it’s stupid but I want them to think it, I want you to have a pretty girlfriend”

“Hitoka,” Kiyoko’s words are just above a whisper, but Yachi keeps rambling, her nerves sputtering out of her lips.

“You told them you’re gay right? I hope they don’t look at us weird.”

“Hitoka!” Kiyoko tries again, and this time Yachi looks up. She pulls her finger away from her lips and look Kiyoko in the eyes, her brow bent and crooked with nerves.

“Sit please,” Kiyoko returns to an evenly spoken whisper, and Yachi listens pulling over the stool and sitting in front of her.

“Shhhhh,” Kiyoko hushes her, picking up the eyeliner and holding Yachi’s chin still.

“You’ll be fine tonight, I know you will. Everyone’s going to love you just as much as I do, and you’ll be the talk of the studio tomorrow, everyone will gush about how stunningly gorgeous you are and you’ll be fine.”

Yachi turns to the mirror opening her eyes to her reflection. Along the edge of her eyes are two perfect wings, small and sharp and filled in, just as she’s always seen on Kiyoko.

“You think so?” Her voice has gone soft, her nerves quieting to a trembling uncertainty.

“I just want to ba-” Yachi’s stops with her mouth open, Kiyoko’s thumb pressed to her bottom lip holding her still.

“Shemeza?” Yachi mumbles.  

“Let me do your lips red?” Kiyoko asks but begins to rub the lipstick over her top lip before she answers. She curves the color along the edge of her cupid’s bow, traces the outline and fills in the center with cherry red color.

Kiyoko’s always found it beautiful how round Yachi’s lips are, how they’re so unnoticeable until color coats them and suddenly they’re more full than a flower in bloom. Every time Kiyoko feels like she could fall forward into them and usually, she stays back, waits from afar, but ever so often Yachi’s gravity is just a bit too strong. She’ll find herself staring, then touching the tips of her fingers to the skin until she’s leaning forward and melting.

Yachi’s gasp whispers across her lips but Kiyoko ignores it. Their lips slip together and Yachi can feel the silk of Kiyoko’s kiss, the lips that pull on hers take away her breath as she leans into it, her nerves bleeding into a heating heart with every breath.

Kiyoko’s hands ravel into Yachi’s curls, the heat of the iron still caught in the strands and warms her palm. She pulls them closer, pressing harder and breathing deeper catching all of Yachi’s breaths and stealing them for her own pounding heartbeat. Yachi reaches for Kiyoko’s thigh squeezing as her muscles tense, wanting to move faster but not having the nerve to.

Yachi finds a moment to breathe as Kiyoko tilts her head the other way changing position.

“Shimizu,” It’s a whisper that pulls Kiyoko out of her trance and wakes both of them.

Kiyoko pulls back with a small gasp, biting her red stained lips, smeared with their kiss.

“Oh, I… I um…” She picks up the lipstick again but then puts it down reaching for some tissues.

“I ruined your lipstick.” She whispers, and her cheeks flush with a florescent pink.

Yachi leans back, touching her finger to her lips and watching Kiyoko.

“It was worth it.” She says, and smiles as Kiyoko presses the tissues to the corner of her mouth, wiping away at the smeared red, so much red.

So like... You fandom guys wanted some fics.

It’s the first time I write a full fledged one, I usually never finish them so that’s why I dont post it on the net but Kakegurui as so little fanfic and so little fluff that I went ahead and wrote one. So without further ado!


Jabami Yumeko was bored. Really bored.

Between taking a dose of poison and Mary not letting her go after another victim to gamble with until she was sure Yumeko was alright, things had been… Calm like a gentle breeze. Yumeko hated it. She sighted. Mary caught glimpse of it.

‘Do you need to go to the infirmary Yumeko?’ Mary asked with a worried look on her face.

‘What? Oh! Mary-san are you worried about me?’ Yumeko immediately put a fake smile on her face. Maybe Mary’s reaction would take away some of her boredom.

‘No, I was worried when I saw you on your dead bed in the infirmary now I’m just being a pain in the ass. That thing you call being a friend.’ Her flushed face betraying her words however.

‘Mary-san! How about a little gamble? I am rather bored and you tend to entertain me.’ Yumeko grinned while speaking.

‘You are crazy is what you are. Anyway can’t do today, sorry. Those girls from our class invited me to karaoke and you know how much I LOVE to be their friend’ Yumeko gave a little genuine smile at that. She knew how much the other girl despised her classmates plus Mary looked more like a hear girl and not a singing one. But oh well what could she do besides head home for the day? Suzui wasn’t around either. Something about giving a helping hand at home or the sorts.

She got up, grabbed her bag and made her way to the corridors.

It wasn’t until she was out of the classroom that she spotted the president walking in her direction too. Probably some affairs on the other side of the building so she paid no mind. They exchanged their hellos and goodbyes for the day, they were polite after all.

It was then that an idea dawned on Yumeko. Maybe making a little detour before going home wasn’t a bad idea…

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The next day something was off. Or rather someone Mary thought.

Yumeko wasn’t Yumeko. But she was. Except she wasn’t…no that wasn’t right. Yumeko was Yumeko…right?

‘Is something wrong Mary-san?’ Yumeko was grinning.

‘I don’t know. You seem off… Did you cut your hair?’ It was something she just couldn’t put her tongue on it and it was starting to bother Mary.

Yumeko made a thinking face then looked at Mary with her index fingers making an X.


‘…Fake eyelashes?’ Mary tried again.


‘Huh… new perfume?’

‘Try again!’

‘I feel like it’s related to your face but I just can’t seem to get what it is, it’s bothering me.’

‘Mary-san, do you really look at my face that much to know that something is different?’

Mary didn’t even know how to answer to that besides turning into a fumbling mess, thank god suzui’s timing was spot on.

‘Hey you two! What’s going on?’ All it took was one look at Yumeko for Suzui to ask ‘Yumeko did you cut your hair?’

‘Oh, Suzui-san! No why?’

‘I don’t know something just seems off about you today.’ He answered honestly.

‘Doesn’t it?! Even Suzui agrees with me Yumeko. Something is off!’ This was pissing Mary more and more with each passing second.

It wasn’t her imagination since Suzui could see it too and the boy was as clueless and dumb as a rock.

‘Maybe I know what you two are talking about, maybe I don’t.’ This was the bait. Suzui and Mary were expecting her next words. It was going to be a fun game. ‘But what we could do is… you have until the end of today’s classes to guess what is different about me today. Think of it as a little gamble to take the boredom away.’

Yumeko winked to the both of them in an attempted to make them play her game.

‘I am out then.’ Said Suzui immediately bringing Yumeko’s mood down a bit. But well she still had Mary. ‘Oh c’mon Suzui-san! You’re no fun.’

The pout Yumeko gave was just so cute Mary thought.

‘But I trust Mary-san will play with me?’

Mary didn’t like that smug little smile in Yumeko’s face so of course she accepted the challenge thinking it would be pretty easy and she could wipe it off of Yumeko’s face once she figured it out.

‘Great! You have until the end of today’s classes.’ And with that Yumeko stormed off to god knows where leaving behind a very puzzled Mary to think for herself.

The day was filled with Saotome Mary looking at Jabami Yumeko even during classes. If she knew the whole class was talking about it she would probably stop it. But she had to find out what it was and no ideas were coming to her mind. So she stared and stared and stared, sometimes letting her mind wonder to other things besides this little game they where playing today like how pretty Yumeko was and why Yumeko had a thing for skin ship with her. But she had to focus on their game today!

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She only had 5 more minutes until the bell rang signalling the end of classes.

And all she thought about the whole day was Yumeko. And what was off about her. But nothing came to mind.

Her eyes were still that beautiful scarlet Mary liked so much so contacts were crossed out of the list, couldn’t be her clothes since the school had strict rules about the uniform being worn, it wasn’t her hair either she and Suzui had asked earlier.

Mary was pissed.  And while she was busy being pissed the last ring of the bell reached her hears. It was now. Classes were over and Mary still didn’t have an answer. All she could do was-

‘Well? Did you figure it out Mary-san?’ Yumeko had approached her while she was deep in thought with that innocent smile of hers.

‘…no I didn’t. Would you be so kind to give me 5 more minutes?’ That had to do it. Last chance. God knows what Yumeko would ask of her if she lost.

To her luck Yumeko was having fun so 5 more minutes she did give just to have Mary’s eyes focused on her once again for the last time of the day. Looking like she was lost in thought and with want in her eyes that Yumeko wasn’t sure if it was her Mary wanted or the goddamn answer, looking at her and her alone.

5 Minutes passed.

The classroom was empty except for the both of them.

Mary still didn’t have an answer. What was so off about Yumeko today that was captivating her in a weird way?

‘So? Are you done now Mary-san?’

Mary didn’t answer. Yumeko already knew it either way. She didn’t know and she didn’t want to voice it out loud. It would feel like a defeat. It would hurt her pride. So instead she averted her gaze.

On the other hand. Yumeko looked deep in thought, eyes focused on Mary.

‘I will give you a hint. I just need you to close your eyes for a bit for me. For the impact of course.’

She didn’t care anymore. Mary wanted to be done with that stupid play and just go home. So she didn’t answer, but did as she was told.

As soon as Mary closed her eyes Yumeko didn’t need to think twice and just went for it. It was soft and warm and everything Mary wasn’t expecting.

It was a kiss.

Yumeko stayed like that and prayed that Mary wouldn’t go ape shit. They enjoyed the sensation for a couple of seconds before Yumeko broke the kiss and took a step back to see her friend’s face.

It was flustered as she was expected. Mary’s reactions where kind of predictable… sometimes. But Yumeko loved it all the more. She asked again.

‘Did you figure it out now?’

Mary couldn’t even nod, she just had her fingers on her lips and could only whisper the word ‘lipstick’. But it was enough for Yumeko to hear it.

‘Yes! It was a different shade of lipstick! I passed by the president yesterday and I thought it would be interesting to see if you or Suzui could tell the difference but it seems it was kind of hard. Still it was funny watching you try all day.’

Mary still didn’t have words. Her mind was replaying that kiss over and over again and Yumeko wouldn’t shut up about the stupid trip she took and all the lipsticks she tried just to see which one was almost identical to hers but that you could spot a difference.

‘Café…’ Mary finally had found her voice ‘Yumeko! Let’s go to a café!’


‘Yes now because you won’t stop talking and I don’t want to do it here in the classroom.’ It was a good excuse right? Right.

Mary got up and grabbed her stuff heading for the door leaving behind a baffled Yumeko. That was not what Yumeko was expecting, but of course Mary always had a way of make things interesting.

‘Can I grab your hand?’

Mary could only avert her gaze and hope Yumeko couldn’t see the growing blush on her face but alas it was too obvious.

‘D-Do what you want, I don’t care.’

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House of Cards - m.

“It’s risky again, it’s dangerous, so bad…

A house made of cards with us inside, the end is visible, it’s unstable.”

member: Jeon Jungkook 

genre: smut, angst, slight fluff? 

warnings: nsfw, cheating, rough sex, mentions of depression later on

 words count: 2.6k

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 (Last Part)

She looked at herself in the mirror and brushed away the smudged mascara under her eyes. The dress she was wearing hugged her figure perfectly, however it started to get really uncomfortable. ‘Forget about him’, she thought and applied the red lipstick on her plump lips. She checked the mirror one more time, smiling to her self confidently and walked out of the restroom. 

The loud bass thundered in her ears as she stepped out. The unusual smell lingered in the air. Alcohol. The night club was crowded with sweaty bodies rubbing against each other and the heavy smell of cheap liquor from the bar. She sat back down on the chair and tapped her fingers with the music rhythm. “Hello, gorgeous. Would you like another drink?” The bartender smiled and winked at her. 

“One more bourbon, please.” 

“Make it two.” 

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Imagine Loki watching you put on makeup before you go out. You don’t notice him standing at the door as you put on your foundation, eye makeup, concealer, contour, and lipstick, and he somehow manages to sneak up and hugs you from behind. “You must teach me how you learned this magic,” he whispers in your ear and studies your face in the mirror. “You changed your own perfection and delicately painted it, but you don’t need that paint,” he says. 

The next day you sit down with Loki and teach him about makeup and how to apply it, along with teaching him about the color wheel and that blue mascara and yellow eyeshadow does not go with red lipstick in that way. 

anonymous asked:

angela ^_^

piercing eyes, deep intense scarlet, silk sheets, dark chocolate, whispering, round glasses, red lipstick and eyeliner, coming home for the holidays

anonymous asked:

I recently found Nabila make up but unfortunately majority of her links are dead. I don't usually try to do this but I really liked her stuff. I saw that you had done an edit of bad medicine and listed her in your WCIF so I'm hoping you have something. Icarus & isis eyeliner and eye shadow, We've got company v2, Whisper it lipstick, Bad medicine lipstick. I did read that you've got troubles so if you can't upload now that's fine. Thanking you advance for any help.

For you, anon, I have looked through my downloads folder for all of my Nabila content. Since she said she wouldn’t mind other people sharing her stuff once she’s gone, I’ve uploaded it all for you. HOWEVER, in the height of my simming days, I definitely had way more of Nabila’s content than I do now. I actually only have a few different pieces. I didn’t go through Nabila’s LJ to see if any of these downloads were still active, but if her links are slowly going dead, then it might be helpful to throw things up preemptively. Here’s what’s in the download:


[Nabila] Insatiable - AM & TM Formal Suits

[Nabila] Overload - AM & TM Casual Suits


[Nabila] Newsea J153 - Retexture

[Nabila] Peggy 5538

[Nabila] Raon 95 Retextured


[Nabila] 4 AM - Mouseyblue Doll Lip Recolours

[Nabila] Chere Lilith

[Nabila] Hypertronic Superstar - Bruno Dazzle Dust

[Nabila] Remember The Name - Guylashes


Note: If there were pictures in the original downloads, I no longer have them. Also, it’s very possible that some sets (especially the makeup) may be missing files, as I tend to only keep certain colors.


ginnyweaslcy  asked:

oohh how about seamus x dean and/or lavender x parvati if you haven't done them yet!!


punching someone playfully. rolling down stairs. collapsing from being out of breath. flannel sheets. taking naps after a large meal. watching someone paint. putting milk in your tea. talking about the meaning of life at 1 am.


pink lipstick. whispering in a quiet room. the smell of roses. breaking a nail. your skin tingling after being touched by the person you love. rom-coms. crystal balls. sparkles. eating raw cookies dough. 

send me an hp otp or rare-pair, and i will tell you my aesthetic for them.

Pietro Maximoff Imagine: Dress
Masterlist: x

Y/n /y/l/n and body confidence were never words you would find a sentence together, y/n y/l/n and lack of body confidence however that was sentence that made sense. After years of training as a child, all through your adolescence and now as an adult, you had become a strong muscular assassin, you were in no means bodybuilder, but you were no means scrawny either. 

It used to be a rare occasion when you felt like this, the last time was months ago when Steve tried his best to comfort you, he would say things like “Y/n, you look healthy, you and Nat, you are the same, I see you as a beautiful strong woman” but Steve’s words shot like blanks. Today was different, it was your arms, the muscle definition looked like to much for a girl in your own opinion and it made you feel horrible. Normally you were not in the least fazed when you were on missions nobody was looking at you like that, they were more interested in the guns than what was holding them. But tonight, tonight you had to dress up and parade yourself out there at a fancy gala, everybody there would be looking at you and so far all your clothes made you look horrible. 

You knew the outfit needed to be a dress, and it needed to be gorgeous but right now, your floor was decorated in many, many different articles of clothing, each of them crumpled and unfolded. You couldn’t decided on which made you look somewhat decent and it was beginning to make you so frustrated to the point of crying. It was at that moment a knock at the door made reality wash back into your mind. “Is everything ok-” the sokovian accent stopped when he saw the room.

 "Whats happened, printsessa?“ he asked looking at the arrangements of gowns and dresses all laid tangled on the floor. "I just look horrible in all of them” you whispered, the makeup you had applied earlier still intact but only just as the mascara was beginning to smudge a little. Looking up eventually you saw the handsome Sokovian in a suit that made him look even more flawless than usual.

 "Printsessa, c'mon we have about half an hour before we can leave, let me help no?“ he suggested beginning to pull up dresses and hold them out in front of you, examining them for a moment before folding them onto the bed. This went on for about ten minutes or so until he saw the dress he wanted you to wear. A simple black chest with cut outs at the ribs, there were absolutey no sleeves, something that scared you half to death, this dress was meant to showcase arms and well your arms weren’t ones to showcase. 

Pietro closed his eyes as you slipped on the dress, it fitting perfectly around you although your arms feeling a little too bare for your liking. You signalled for him to look at you and he immediately noticed your lack of enthusiasm. Pietro wrapped his arms over yours and kissed your cheek "I have an idea, for the record with or without your arms on show, you are beautiful” he commented before flashing out and back in the room appearing this time with Wanda’s red shawl in his hands. It was the type she would wrap over her forearms and took away from her bicep area.

 "Wanda feels uncomfortable too about her arms, I noticed it about you, I notice how you hide them the way Wanda does so I thought this would work. Leaning over to one side of your bed you slipped on a pair of black heels that matched the shawl he brought you him nonchalantly checking out your butt as you went over him winking at you as you regained eye contact. “You look beautiful” he mentioned pushing all the hair on your left side behind your back. “Plus nobody, is going to be looking at your arms, they’ll be looking at the man on them” he teased linking his arm into yours, 

“The man who likes you a lot”

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 

Pietro’s words ran through your ears all night, ‘the man who likes you a lot’ he didn’t mention it again throughout the gala, rather the silver haired speedster simply kept you close to him the entire night, making sure you didn’t feel uneasy or uncomfortable he always found a way to keep a hand on you, even when you were all gathered round a table, his hand stayed wrapped taut on your thigh, his thumb running rough circles.  

Once the night was over instead of letting you walk back to your room, Pietro carried you there in his speed, the silver haired speedster landed on your bed with a thump, you sat on his knee, him keeping a strong arm wrapped around you as you cuddled into his shoulder.

“You do look rather beautiful tonight” he commented looking over at your delicate features that graced your face, Pietro’s words so far tonight had found ways to squeeze their way into your mind and make you focus on his syllables. “You honestly do y/n, you always do, somehow you can be the most beautiful girl on the planet even when you are battered and bruised from missions, you are so much better than guys like me and well I just I really fell for you” his words lost their bouts of confidence and gained more of a nervous schoolboy kind of approach. 

“P” you smiled your hands taking his and rubbing them softly, the moment wasn’t full of tension and lust like what would be expected by the time of night and the behaviour of you two throughout the evening, it was more slow and sweet, Pietro and you were taking your sweet time as if it had no more effect on you. 

“Is this the part where I get to kiss you because god I hope it is, I have a thing for red lipstick and well you know, smudging it” he teased moving his hand so that it cupped your cheek bringing your face closer to his. Instead of kissing you bluntly then, Pietro did something different, he bit your bottom lip pulling it away from you slightly him looking intently into your eyes as he did so. 

“P, I really need you to as you said smudge my lipstick” you whispered as he let go of your lip, his hot breath was still hitting your face as you continued to gaze into each others eyes. 

“As you wish my love”

Fated to Break

This is a requested BTS Jungkook x Reader Angst Scenario.

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Originally posted by jeonbase

He comes home smelling like perfume. The sweet scent taunts you. Suddenly, his arms embracing you didn’t feel as nice. Suddenly, you could feel your whole world crumble away. You back out of his arms and offer him a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. The question burns at the back of your throat.

“How was your day?” you ask. For once, you wish that you could have the courage to ask him. For once, you wish that he would have the courage to tell you the truth.

“It was fun. The new choreography is a challenge. But I think I can accomplish it,” he answers. His eyes are big and innocent. His eyes slightly sparkled. But no matter how innocent he seems, you knew the truth that hides behind his big eyes.

And no matter how much you wish that you had the courage to call him out, you knew that it would only make you a hypocrite.

“You can do anything, Jungkook.” You beam a prideful smile at him as you stroke his arm. “I’m sure you can accomplish it.”

He is staring at your neck. It makes you want to fidget but you know doing so would just prove his suspicion. Instead, you focus your eyes on the screen on your phone. You mindlessly scroll through your Instagram, not really paying attention to anything.

His fingertips just barely brush against the light purple spot on the base of your neck. You had tried to cover it with make up but you had never been to good with that. You suck in a breath as his fingers just ghost above your skin.

“Jungkook?” you breathe. You look up at him, but his eyes are glaring hard at the spot. The focused look makes him look bolder, manlier, deadly.

Before you could process the change, his lips  are on the spot and then he bites down.

You are tossing the laundry into the machine. “Why do you own so many white shirts?” you mumble as you glance down at the basket that seems to be just filled with white t shirts. A pink mark on one of the shirts catches your attention.

You bring the shirt up to your eyes so you could analyze the mark. “Lipstick…” you whisper to yourself. A smirk forms on your lips as an idea comes to you. You hurriedly toss the rest of the clothes into the washer.

“I bought a new shade of lipstick. Do you like it?” You pucker your lips at him and smile. You were both waiting in line to buy movie tickets.

Jungkook blinks at you. His eyes shows recognition as he looks at the pink shade on your lips. “It’s pretty.” he answers in a dull voice as he feigns disinterest.

“You don’t like it?” you ask, a solemn look falls on your face.

“No-No. That’s not it,” he stutters out. He wraps his arms around your shoulder and pulls you into his side. “I like it,” he restates.

“You don’t sound like you like it,” you retort. “Does it look bad on me? I guess the color doesn’t work for everyone.” You pout.

“You’re pretty. You’re always pretty.” he argues. “I like the lipstick. Okay?” he kisses you as if to prove his point. The kiss is short and quick since you are in public. “You make anything pretty.”

You turn your head to look to the side as if being bashful. But truthfully, you were hiding the smirk on lips.

You laughter quickly died out when Jungkook appears on the other side of the front door. “Oh, Jungkook! You’re home early,” you comment. You push your body away from the guy behind you.

“Practice ended early,” he answers. His eyes are fixated on the guy behind you. He glares at him as you pretend not to notice. “Who’s he?”

“Oh. This is just a coworker. He dropped off a document I need.” You hand reaches up to touch the guys arm as you spoke. Jungkook eyes immediately switch focus to your hand.

“You don’t need to go inside in order to drop off a document.” Jungkook comments, he raises an eyebrow as he crosses his arms.

“I offered him some tea!” you explained. “He was just leaving anyways,” you give him a slight push. Jungkook steps asides to let the guy out. He glares at his back as the guy walks down the hallway.

You almost want to laugh at the way he is staring at the bed. He stood just at the edge of it, eyeing it suspiciously. As if he were scared that touching the sheets would make his skin would burn off.

You laid across it, staring up at Jungkook. “He didn’t even come in this room,” you finally comment.

Jungkook finally meets your eyes. His gaze holds an unasked questioned. He bites down on his bottom lip.

Was you comment a confession?

“We just had tea, Jungkook. Nothing happened,” you pat the spot besides you. “Come on, you must be sleepy.”

He sighs as he gives in. He drops to the spot next to you. He’s body is tensed, as if he’s not sure if he wants to get comfortable. You could tell that he is actually pondering about going back to the dorms instead.

You sigh as you move closer to him and wrap yourself around his body. “Quit being so difficult,” you whine as you lay your head on his chest. “We only shared tea.”

When did this become a game? Who could cheat the most blatantly? Who would call the other out on it first? Who would confess first?

Leopard print panties. You would never own such a pair. Yet, somehow there is a pair mixed up in your laundry. Oh how daring. You glared down at the pair, not wanting to touch it. You sigh as you drop the pile of laundry that was in your hands back into the basket to cover up the offensive item. Jungkook could do the laundry this time.

His fingers fiddled with the bracelet that wraps around your wrist. “That’s a nice bracelet,” he compliments although his tone said something different.

You chose to ignore it. “Thank you,” you smile at him. “A friend got it for me.”

It is a simple bracelet made out of string with a heart charm hanging off of it. It isn’t anything fancy. But the smile on you face as you glance at it makes Jungkook’s stomach churn.

He smirks as your bracelet is replaced with a nice platinum chain. The heart charm that hangs off of it has both of your names engraved into it.

“Oh Jungkook!” You exclaim as you stare at the new bracelet. “What is the for?” You have a smile on your lips and your eyes twinkle.

“I can’t just spoil you?” he asks. But he smirks as he subtly drops the string bracelet into the trash can. “You deserve nice things.”

“Oh she’s pretty!”

You voice startles Jungkook as you glance over his shoulder to the girl on his phone screen. He spins around to look at you. “What?” he asks.

“The girl was pretty,” you repeat with a shrug. “Is she a model?”

“N-No,” Jungkook answers. He slips his phone back into his pocket.

“Oh. I just assumed with her wearing lingerie in the picture. I thought it was a photo shoot,” you explain. You raise an eyebrow at him, challenging him. Will he finally break?

“Oh!” Jungkook exclaims. “I mean, well she models sometimes. But it’s not her main job,” he barely gets the words out and they don’t sound convincing at all. You have to bite down on your tongue to stop yourself from either laughing or crying. You weren’t exactly sure which one.

Jungkook nearly faints when he sees the box of condoms sitting in the drawer of your nightstand. He had been looking for a charger when he stumbles upon the 12 count box. He opens the box and counts out the small packets.

“Only 11,” he whispers to himself. He just finished putting all the packs back into the box when you walk into the room. “Why do you have condoms?” he asks. He mentally fist bumps himself when his question comes out without any voice cracking or word stumbling. “I mean we don’t - we haven’t used any.” he continues.

“Oh. I bought those for a gag gift! My friend’s birthday is coming soon,” you explain, not even glancing at him as walk towards your closet.

He opens his mouth to ask why was there one missing then. The question never leaves his mouth though. It stays caught in his throat as he returns the box to it’s original spot.

“I mean, at least she’s being safe,” Jin comments through tight lips. He is chopping vegetables when Jungkook came in to complain about the box of condoms he found.


“You can’t really complain because you are just doing the same thing.” he continues. His chopping gets harder as he scolds the kid.


“Honestly, I think this whole situation is a mess.” He finishes.

Jungkook sighs. Why did he even tell Jin? Of course he wouldn’t understand. This was Jin.

“I should smack you for cheating on her. But she’s also doing it so it wouldn’t be fair. Why are you guys even still in a relationship?” He drops the knife on the counter as his hands rest on his hips. “It makes no sense.”

“We love each other.” Jungkook answers defensively.

“You both have a sick way of loving then.” Jin dismisses Jungkook, claiming that he doesn’t want to hear anymore of the messed up situation.

Jungkook sighs as he drops himself on the sofa next to Namjoon.

“Look at the bright side,” Namjoon comments, having overheard the conversation. “She makes him cover up when you don’t have to,” he pats Jungkook’s back.

Jungkook grimaces at the comment before storming into his room. The door slams loudly behind him.

Jungkook had forgotten his phone when he left for practice that day. It sits on the coffee table, buzzing every minute or so. You sit on the couch, staring at it. You want to see who keeps messaging him but you tell yourself that doing that would be invading his privacy.

After another five minutes or so of constant buzzing you finally say fuck it as you snatch the phone off the table. You put in the pass code and find 30 messages from the same number. It’s just a number meaning that it isn’t saved in the phone’s contacts.

You look through the messages. It seems as if the world has stopped as you read through them. Your stomach churns. Your heart feels heavy.


You head snaps up to see Jungkook. He must have just got in. He looks at you questioningly as your grip on his phone tightens.

“Why were you going through my phone?” he asks. His eyes are big and innocent again. It makes you want to fall into his arms.

“I-” You choke on your words. You don’t exactly know what you want to say. The truth? Another lie? Another game to be played?

He takes the phone out of your grip. He glances at what you were looking at. “Oh.”

“Oh.” You copied. You eyes are fixed on the floor.

You stood in silence. Part of you wondered it this was another game. Who would acknowledge it first? Who would break first? Or if you both just did not know what to say.

“So, you broke it off with her?” you finally breath out.

“Yeah,” he answers.

You nod along. You want him to explain more. You want him to tell you what’s going on. Was the game over? Did he lose? Did you lose? What happens to your guys relationship?

“When?” you ask.

“A week ago.”

Things has been over between him in the other girl for a week. He never told you anything.


“Would you rather I continue things with her?” Jungkook questions back. His voice is defensive.

“I-” You don’t know how to answer that. No because you want him to yourself. Yes because it makes you feel less guilty about keeping your own affair. When did things get complicated?

“You don’t have to end it with him.” You finally look at him. Your eyes are widened in shock. “Just because I ended it with her doesn’t mean you have to end it with him,” he continues talking.

But you do anyways. You end it that night.

“An honest relationship? You two?” Your friend laughs at the idea when you explain the situation to her. “You guys don’t have an honest bone in your body.”

You pout as you listen to her words. “It could work!” You defend. “We love each other!”

“Do people who love each other make a game out of cheating?” she asks. She raises an eyebrow at you as she takes a sip from her cup of coffee. “Do people who love each other make a game out of manipulating other people?” she questions again.

“We didn’t-”

“You both made your affairs believe that something more could come out of it. But at the end of the day, you both knew who you weren’t ever going to leave each other. Is that not manipulation?” She explains. “You are both bad people. You deserve each other.”

“But you just said-”

“That you guys would never be able to have an honest relationship?” she finishes your sentence for you. “You won’t. That doesn’t mean that you don’t deserve each other.” She sighs as she glances out of the cafe window. “You and Jungkook. You deserve each other. Because you are bad people. But just because you deserve something, it doesn’t mean that you’ll get it.” She looks back at you to see that you are holding back tears. “Y/N, I didn’t say this to be mean.”

“I know,” you answer. “You would never be mean to me even though I am a bad person.”


“I just - We just - I - I love him,” you stutter. “And we can be honest and good people if we try. People change all the time, don’t they?”

There is a frown on her face as she agrees with you. You can tell that she doesn’t believe it. You can tell that she is lying. But you choose to ignore it.

He comes home smelling like perfume. The sweet scent taunts you. Suddenly, his arms embracing you didn’t feel as nice. Suddenly, you could feel your whole world crumble away. You back out of his arms and offer him a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. The question burns at the back of your throat.

And so the game begins again. 

[Mark] Teacher's Pet (Chapter Fifty One)

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Today has definitely been one of the best days of my life. Everything feels so right in my life, and it’s my birthday. I’m a whole year older, and Mark and I have evolved in our relationship. It’s like a brand new start, and I’m glad to share it with all my loved ones. I’m happy with my life and I want to show it. Tonight, I go all out about my make up and my outfit. I’m wearing a classy, knee length red dinner dress with thick straps, a sweetheart collar and a diving open back. My wavy hair is falling around my face like a cloud, and it’s glossy and shiny, falling to my collarbones. I’m wearing a matching chocker and red pumps- I mean stilts. I don’t want to sound arrogant, but I really like how I look. I look older than I am, I look mature. Well, I’m older than yesterday, today. I hope Mark will like my outfit. I can only begin to imagine how he’ll look tonight, in a dinner suit…Mmmh. And I’m going to spend the night with this delicious man.

The interior of the Zax is dark, with softened lights and black and white furniture. It’s really quite huge. The dinning area is humongous, and there even is a scene with a band and a small dancefloor at the far end of the room. We’re led to Mark’s table by a redhead. He’s in the middle of the room, sat down at a huge table, looking fine in a black dinner suit with no tie and the first two top buttons of his white shirt undone. He sees us and smiles, rising front his seat.

“You are here.” He says politely, buttoning his suit. His eyes land on me, and he gives a ravaging smile, before the rest of my relatives, who are all in front of me close in.

“Good evening, Mark. How are you doing?” My dad says as they shake hands. He greets everyone, my dad making the introductions between him and Bea’s parents, and finally he looks at me again, his brown pools twinkling.

“Hi, little lady.” He murmurs, taking my face between his hands and, to my big disappointment, kissing the corner of my mouth.

“Hi.” I reply, my rancor quickly erased by his glorious looks and his warm smile.

“Happy birthday.” He murmurs softly, truly wishing me happiness, and this time I beam.

“Thank you.” I reply. His hands slide down my face, my arms, and he takes both of my hands.

“You look breathtaking.” He murmurs before bringing my left hand to his lips. I melt to the ground. Jeez, after six month he still has this affect on me? I scan him.

“I like you in suits.” I smirk, and he chuckles. Bursting our little bubble, Mark turns and acknowledge the rest of my small family.

“Please, take a sit.” He says politely. I sit between Mark and Bea and our parents sit by couples.

“What would you all like to drink?” Mark asks once we’re all seated. He looks so manly, in control. This place suits him. They all tell Mark what they’ll drink and he registers everything.

“And you?” He turns to me.

“Am I allowed to champagne?” I ask sweetly, battle my eyelashes at him. He smirks.

“How can I turn down the birthday girl?” He says in defeat. I grin, and he immediately summons a waiter.

“We only sell champagne by the bottle, sir.” The young man shifts from foot to foot, uncomfortable. Mark glares at him.

“Give us two bottles, then.” He mutters in a don’t mess around with me way. Once he gives us the menu and take our orders for our beverages, Mark puts his arm around me, his hand resting on my bare back.

“I like your dress.” He murmurs, his fingers tracing the U of my open back. His finger tips leave me goosebumps in their wake.

“Thank you.” I reply with a smile. “I got pierced.”

His face falls, and he looks at me in horror. I tuck my hair behind my ear, showing him the diamond ring I have on my cartilage.

“Oh.” His features soften with relief, and he smiles. “I like it.”

“Birthday piercing?” He enquires.

“Liz and Nick’s present.” I explain, and he flashes them a warm smile. Liz almost gasps.

“Mark, thank you for inviting us tonight.” She murmurs sweetly.

“It’s a pleasure, Lisa. Abby and Beatrice are like sisters from what I’ve seen, she told me you were like a big family.” Mark replies politely.

“Yes, Abigail’s like a second daughter. Happy birthday, honey.” Nick outdoes.

“Thank you, Nick.” I reply.

“She’s told me you knew each other before their birth, but she never explain how you met.” Mark says, engaging a long conversation about our parents life before we were born. At some point, the conversation diverge to old anecdotes from where we weren’t born and Mark Bea and I are totally excluded. I take the occasion to lean closer to my man.

“Why didn’t you kiss me?” I whisper.

“Lipstick.” He replies. Oh!

“It’s matt and anti-T.” I reassure him. He frowns, confused. Jeez, he really is a guy. Demonstrating, I kiss the back of my hand and show him how intact it is.

“Oh.” He says, hitting me with a big teethy smile. He leans down and drops a soft kiss on my lips.

“So, you’re going to France for the summer?” Liz bursts our little bubble after the we are served our meals.

“Next week, yes.” Mark replies. Only seven days left before we leave. The thought makes me squirm with excitement.

“Where exactly?” Nick enquires. Liz and Nick are both looking at us like they were seeing to most positively surprising thing on earth.

“Lyon and Monaco.” I reply. They look at us in aw.

“This is so unreal.” Bea leans close and whispers into my ear. “He was our fucking maths teacher!” She says.

“And he’s eight years older than you.” She adds.

“Seven for now.” I correct, because I’m one year older now. She giggles.

“I think everybody here was surprised to hear you were together.” Liz says.

“I find it surreal too.” Mark murmurs, gazing down at me, his thumb caressing me and he drapes my shoulders with his arm. His eyes are bug brown pools of love and tenderness. “But I wouldn’t change a thing.” He murmurs, and I’m sure we can all see me melt down into a pool of wrecked hormones.

The dinner goes on, animated by Mark and his knowledge of every subject possible and imaginable. At the desert the waiter serves us a big chocolate birthday cake with a candle, offering me a song in which the rest of the restaurant joined Mark and my family. Our table is clean, and now we are all just casually chatting. Once our soft babble ceases Mark focuses on the band at the back of the room. The dancefloor is deserted. The black man starts signing to a soft but yet country melody, and Mark rises from his seat, buttoning his suit vest.

“Dance with me?” He proposes, gazing down at me and giving me his hand. My shoulder rise and I can feel myself blush. The dancefloor is deserted! We’ll be alone with all eyes on us.

“Here?” I raise anxious eyebrows at him. Everybody at the table is watching me. Mark smiles. That was what he wanted. Succumbing under the pressure, I lace my hand in he, and he leads me to the dancefloor. As I imagined it, all eyes are on us.

Mark pulls me close, one hand  spread out in my back -hiding it, I think-, the other in mine and placed above his heart. I grab his shoulder and keep my eyes on his chest, not wanting to look over his shoulder and see all those curious eyes watching us as he gently swing us from side to side. The man signing has a husky and raspy voice. The chorus starts, and Mark softly sings the words in my ear.

“I’ve been saved by a woman.” He sings, his voice soft, and I know he’s speaking to me. He knows the song. He’s told be I saved him from the self destructive path he was following, now He’s singing in to me.

“She won’t let me go.” He says softly, and behind this statement I know there is heartfelt plea. I smile, burying my nose in his neck and breathing his divine perfume. The third and last chorus come, and this time I know when the words are coming.

“I won’t let you go.” I sing softly in his ear, and feel his tense against me, but soon he relaxes. The songs finish with a piano  and Mark pulls away from me.

“Why have I never heard you sing before?” He asks me, his eyes twinkling. I shrug, not wanting to give him the answer. I don’t want to talk about this now, not today.

“May I?”

We turn to see my dad and my mom standing, my father asking for my hand.

“Of course.” Mark smiles and hands me over to my dad, before pulling my mom in a dance. Another soft melody starts.

“I know you don’t like PDA, I’m sorry.” I murmur to him.

“I’m not mad. Though I would love to be.” He replies. “I would love to tell him to fuck off keep his hands off you, but I can’t. He makes you happy.”

“He does.”

“You’re gonna be okay in France?” He asks, still sounding as worried as the first time he heard about this trip.

“Yes. I promise.” I murmur.

“Happy birthday, baby girl.” He kisses my cheek.

“Thank you, daddy.”

Once we’re all back to our table, Mark drops a big glass of water in front of me.

“Drink this up.” He demands sternly. I scowl at him. My bladder is going to explode, and I’m not thirsty for water. I thought I was allowed to champagne. All eyes are on me.

“You’ve had a lot of champagne. Five glasses.” He says. He’s been counting?! It’s true, I feel light headed, but I’m not drunk. He’s not going to let me go though. Huffing, I gulp the glass down.

“Thank you.” He smiles in satisfaction. I give him a see-I-can-do-as-I’m-told smile.

“I think it’s time for my present.” He announced, picking everyone’s interest. Eep! I had forgotten he hadn’t given me anything yet.

“Here.” He says, opening his vest. From the inner pocket he proceeds a long and thin red gift box and hands it to me.

“Thank you.” I whisper. Cartier again. A jewel, oh god. I kiss his cheek.

“Open it.” He orders softly, and I obey. Inside shines a magnificent diamond chocker. I stop breathing.

“Holy Jesus.” I gasp. It’s sumptuous. The whole necklace, the zig zags, it’s all composed of little diamonds. It’s shiny and twinkling. Holy shit, a classy chocker! Mark and Liz gasp audibly.

“It’s sumptuous, Mark. Thank you.” I turn to my over the top, caring and loving man and kiss him chastely on the lips.

“You’re welcome. Happy birthday.” He murmurs against my lips before I pull away.

“Can I?” My mom asks, and I hand her the box. My parents eyes widen and my mom and Liz are in a aw. While they gush over my gift, I turn to Mark again.

“Thank you for the gift, Mark. And for the dinner.” I murmur, wrapping my arms around his neck. He smiles. “For being who you are. You’re perfect.”

He is perfect, my life is perfect, today is perfect, and it’s because of him. My man, my love, my life.

When we reach his building, he makes a turn around the block, going to the back of the building. There is a huge white garage door, and I understand he’s going in the underground parking lot of the building which I didn’t know the existence of until now. The door opens and he goes in, parking in a designated place. On the other side of the lane, in front of use, there is a red three doors Mini cooper with a huge red ribbon in on the hood.

“Don’t move.” Mark orders, and I don’t think he’s seen it, but it picks my interest. Before I can ask him He’s walking around his car and opening my door. Taking my hand, he helps me out. I point at the car in front.

“What’s this?” I ask, unable to take my eyes off the car. I don’t know why I’m asking him. There’s absolutely no way he has something to do with this. He’d never buy me a car. But why am I asking? A small, tiny, ridiculous voice in the back of my head tells me it can’t be a coincidence that he parked right in front of the car I dreamed of with a ribbon in the hood the day of my birthday.

“Your second birthday gift.” Mark says simply. I whirl around to face him, my mouth hanging open. Holy shit!

“This?” I point at the Mini Cooper. I’m dazed, knocked out by his words.

“Yes, it’s yours.” He says. A big, cold wave of realization washes over me. A car? A fucking car?

“No.” My answer is instantiate and categoric.

“What?” Mark says.

“No, this is too much. I can’t.” I explain. The roof is white. I dreamed of that car, but it must cost something like ten thousand dollars!

“You know I can afford it.” Mark gazes down at me, his eyes soft, and his smiling sightly.

“Yes. But still.” I murmur. “I don’t want a car.”

I can see every feature of his handsome face fall as deception washes over him, and my heart brakes in thousand pieces.

“Why?” He breathes. Why? Because it’s wrong! A dinner at Zax, a Cartier necklace, and a car?!

“Do you think I’m this kind of girl?” I ask him, and he frowns.

“What kind of girl?” He asks. I sigh and the my temples, all the champagne really getting to me.

“I don’t need a car.” I declare.

“You usually never really need gifts you receive.” He retorts. He’s right, everything is superfluous, but this is too much. Ten thousand dollars he spent, and I’m saying no. I don’t want to disappoint, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to force myself to accept this. A sob escapes me.

“Hey.” Mark murmurs, moving my hands from my temples, and he tilts my face up to make me look at his pained eyes.

“Okay, I’ll sell it. Don’t cry.” He murmurs, and I don’t know if he’s pained by my reaction or by my crying.

“I don’t want to be ungrateful, or make it sound like a tantrum, but this is not me.” I wave towards the shiny, brand new car. “I mean…a car?”

His eyes look away, and he sets his jaw.

“But I don’t want to see you like this.” I murmur, putting my hands on his chest. He must feel like shit knowing he chose the wrong gift for me.

“I don’t want to disappoint you. I know you want to make me happy.” I say.

“Okay. Let’s go home. It’s okay.” He wraps me up in his arms and hugs me, really tight, and I wrap my arms around his neck.

“I’m sorry.” I murmur.

“Don’t apologize.” He pulls away from me and kisses my forehead. Taking my hand, he closes the passenger door and locks his car before leading away to the elevator. I look down at my feel shamefully the during the whole journey. Mark pauses outside his apartment.

“I have another gift for you.” He says, and I snap my eyes to his. No! I can’t keep the horror off my face.

“I know you’re upset, but it’s too big to be hidden.” He explains. Big can mean expensive. I don’t know what to expect.

“I’m sorry.” Is all I can say.

“Don’t apologize.” He says softly, giving me small smile. Mark opens the door, and my heart start beating with apprehension. Too big to be hidden? I scan the first things I see: the living room is still the same, the kitchen too, but the dining table is still at the far end of the room, but once of his plants is gone. Why? To make more space for the shiny black miniature grand piano that was hidden by the door which is now closed.

“A piano?” I whisper, frozen, shocked. He bought me a piano?

“You told me you used to play.” He’s at my side now, watching me carefully. A piano? I said I used to play. It’s in the past. I’ve never expressed the drive to play before, I never even felt it. Why? Why is he doing this? I can’t even imagine how much he payed for this. All of this for me. Unwanted tears spring to my eyes.

“I’m sorry.” Mark murmurs, pulling me to him. Shit. I can’t stop my angry tears from falling.

“No. It’s not you, it’s me.” I choke out. “Thank you, really. I appreciate everything you do. You only have good intentions, but I’m not ready.” I cover my eyes shamefully. I’m so ashamed of being like this. Mark clasps my face in his hands and tilts my face face up to meet his worried eyes.

“It’s beautiful, really. But I don’t play anymore.” I mumble, my voice shaking.

“Why?” He frowns. Why? Because it’s like this. That’s a part of my wounds, that’s a scar.

“That’s how things are.” I shrug apologetically. Disappointment is written all over his face.

“But you’re the kindest, sweetest, most caring and thoughtful person I know. I know you want to please me, and I want to reciprocate, but I’m clearly not, and it sucks. I’m sorry.” I murmur, circling my arms around his waist. I haul him close, feeling sorry and guilty. He wraps his arms around me and kisses my hair.

“Okay, you’ve had a long day. Let’s go to bed.” He murmurs softly. What? Go to bed? Like this?

“Mark.” I say, looking up at him.

“I am not mad at you.” He says, emphasising each word, and his eyes look sincere. He’s not mad. But there’s still something on his face. Disappointment…hurt.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” I murmur, feeling the tears come once more.

“I know, baby. Come, let’s go to bed.” He leans down and kisses me, then picks up my bag takes my hand and leads me to his bedroom. He hands me my back and start to undress himself. We’ve had a great evening, He’s in a suit and I’m in a dress he liked, and we’re here, in his bedroom, the atmosphere awkward, undressing ourselves without any sexual perspective. I don’t feel beautiful at all. In fact, I’m disgusted with myself. I quickly change into one of his T-shirts and nothing else, brush my teeth and erase my make up without looking at myself in the mirror. When I slide into the bed, Mark is already under the covers. He’s only wearing black cotton shorts. I feel his eyes on me, but I don’t want to look at him, I feel to bad knowing I’ll see the damage I’ve caused. I place my head on his chest, and he puts his hand on my head, kissing my hair softly.

I sigh and close my eyes, hoping to find a little bit of peace, hoping to be able to forget for a moment. What will happen tomorrow? We’ll definitely have to talk about this, but will I be able to refuse all his gifts and make him feel bad? It kills me to see him so disappointed and hurt. Maybe I could pretend? Maybe I can force myself to accept the car? Can I? Mmmm… I’m not sure he’s a good idea. He’ll think I like expensive gifts and he’ll start buying even more expensive things. We need to sort this out, I can’t accept this. But a piano? Jeez, how did he think of this? I’ve briefly mentioned it once, we never talked about it afterwards. He very thoughtful in a way.

I check the alarm, it’s two in the morning. I can’t manage to fall asleep, my mind is restless. I’m going to make him feel so bad. I can barely imagine how he’s feeling right now. My poor, poor man. It’s going to make his sick, I know it. Maybe he’ll have nightmares about it, maybe he’s already having one. Maybe he can’t sleep at all. No, I’m going to far. He’s sleeping peacefully.

“Mark?” I whisper, and I’m surprised when he shifts. He’s awake?

“Yes?” He whispers back. Shit. He can’t even sleep because of me.

“You’re not sleeping?” I ask, and feel him twist and shift. He switches the small light on, and it diffuses a softened light. When I can see him, he’s turning to face me.

“I can’t.” He says simply, giving me a sympathetic look. We both lay on our sides, facing each other.

“What’s keeping you awake?” He asks, smoothing my hair out of my face. The atmosphere is heavy with untold feelings.

“You know what’s keeping me awake.” I murmur.

“I want you to tell me.” He replied. Express yourself, Abigail. Communication is the key. I move a little bit closer to him.

“You know I feel bad.” I murmur.

“Yes.” He replies. At least he can see it. Thank God I don’t look like an ungrateful bitch.

“And I don’t want to make you feel bad.” I add.

“Yes.” He breathes.

“But you do.” I say, matter of fact.

“Very.” His voice is quieter than before. My heart twists and sinks.

“And it makes me feel bad.” I mumble.

“I know, it’s a vicious circle.” He says, comfortingly, placing his hand on my cheek. His thumb caress me gently. He’s so soft and tender, and I love it because I need to know he doesn’t hate me for being like this, but at the same time, I feel like I’m not returning his love.

“You can’t help your feelings.” He says. “I can help feeling bad, just like I can’t help feeling happy whenever I see you.”

“And I can’t help wanting to make love to you for hours until I break my penis and run out of sperm.” He adds, and it had to make me giggle. Far be it from me to complain

“I can’t help being mad, or jealous, but most of all, I can’t help falling in love with you every single day.” He murmurs, and his words travel straight to my heart. Mark my chest warm. Really warm.

“Those extreme feelings, good or bad, this is what life is about.” He says, scooting closer to me.

“I’ve never known this before.” He says, running his nose along mine, and I close my eyes.

“It’s not really a bad thing when I tell you you’re a maddening, maddening little thing.” He murmurs. There was always an appreciative edge in his voice whenever he said that, no matter how mad he was at the moment.

“It’s not about what kind of feeling you’re specifically making me feel. You make me feel, that’s all. You make me feel alive.” He says. I can understand his words now. Knowing he was passive before, I can imagine it’s refreshing to have someone making you crazy mad. I’d rather make him crazy happy.

“I wouldn’t change anything, even if I could.” He murmurs, eskimo-kissing me. His words are soft and tender, like him, like his heart, like a blessing. I open my eyes.

“How can I not feel bad when you’re being so sweet to me?” I mumble, and his lips curl upward a little bit.

“I’d rather you told me you didn’t like the gift. Hatching your feelings is never good.” He replies. “And seeing how upset you are, I’m glad you told me. It could have pestered and become nasty feelings.”

“But you still feel bad about it.” I counter. He gives me an apologetic shrug, unable to say the contrary.

“It’s my fault. I got carried away."  He shakes his head.

"Why?” I frown.

“When you took the money when you went shopping.” He starts. “I thought it meant you would let me buy you things. Expensive things.” He explains. Oh, that?!

“I used that money for your watch. The rest I paid myself.” I reply, and he frowns.

“I didn’t know.” He says quietly. “Still. You had just learned about all this money. I should have discussed it with you.” He continues. “I was inconsiderate.”

That’s a little bit true. I’ve never showed him any obvious sign of being okay with that money, with his money in general.

“I’m not angry.” I murmur. He gives me a faint smile.

“Good.” He says. I snuggle a little bit closer to him. We’re getting somewhere now.

“And the piano?” I prompt softly.

“You said you weren’t ready.” His expression gives nothing away. “I want leave it there until you are. But I could sell it if you asked me to.”

“Don’t sell it.” I murmur. “It agrees with the decoration.”

I close my eyes briefly, and Mark gives me no response. I feel sleepy all of a sudden.

“I have a question.” Mark mumbles, and I know he’s drifting off.


“Expensive gifts. Hard of soft limit?” He asks me. I have to snort.

“We don’t have a contract, Mark.” I tease, and I believe the quick exhale of air from his nose is a chuckle.

“No, we don’t.” He murmurs. “Tell me.”

“I don’t know. I mean, I love the ankle chain, and I’ll never thank you enough for the laptop.” I pause to yawn. “A car is just too much for now.”

“You need time to get used to it?” He asks me.

“To what?” I ask, too sleepy to keep up.

“My money.” He says. Get used to his money?

“I guess so.” I mumble.


There’s a moment of silence.

“I love you.” I mumble, barely articulating. Mark doesn’t answer, the fucker fell asleep before me.

I jolt awake, from a dream or a nightmare, my breathing erratic. I pat the bed, desperately looking for his reassuring presence. I grab his side, and relax instantly. I’m home…at his home. I flop back down on the bed. Jeez. My mouth feels dry. Have I drunken apple juice today? I need apple juice. Silently, I swing my bed over the bed and walk out of his bedroom. The floor is cold under my naked feet. I pour myself a glass and sit on the breakfast bar. The miniature grand piano is in my vision field. I ignore it. Jeez, will I have to avoid it every time I’m here? Like some kind of disease? Will I ever get used to it? It’s just a piano after all. I glare at it. I’m not scared of you. I feel like it’s making fun of me. Oh, I’ll show you. I hop off the kitchen counter, letting my half empty glass on it. This piano doesn’t scare me, I just don’t want to play. I’m done playing, I’m done expressing myself. I trace the outline of the keyboard, it’s soft. It smells of new piano and polish. It’s a Yahamara…Holy shit! These pianos cost more than a hundred thousand dollars! Jeez. Over the top bastard. Mmmh… I play a do. I shiver runs down my spine. It’s late. I shouldn’t do this. Gingerly, I close the lid. This should make less loud. Do re my fa sol la si do… Mmmm… Okay. I sigh. What am I even doing? I don’t want to play, I just need apple juice. Apple juice and Mark. Shaking my head, I turn on my heels, but I can’t get my feet to move. I turn to the piano again…my piano. My piano was black too. It’s all I remember now. The colour and the sound, not the thrill, not the connection. I don’t remember how it feels. A Yahamara…sweet Jesus. When I snap out of my daze, I’m sitting on the bench, my fingers on the black keys. I flex my fingers. It makes a grave, sad sound. Shit… Maybe…

I play something more soft, a slightly melancholic but happier melody. A slow escalation, from sweet sorrow to pure happiness. The piece ends without me realising anything. Shit, what have I done? I feel…exposed. Ah! No good, no good.


I freeze on the spot, holding my breath. The slow applauding continues, and when I turn around, Mark is walking to me, his chest bare and his shorts gloriously hanging on his hips. My face heats. I had closed the lid! Fuck!

“That was very beautiful.” He murmurs appreciatively. Oh, no. He’s not going to start talking things out of me. That was a mistake. End of. I must block of his attempts to make me talk. Jesus, how did I get myself in that situation. This piano is too fucking loud. Mark sits on the bench next to me, and I look down at the keyboard, not wanting to look at him in the eyes. His eyes are on me, and I do my best to stay still.

“You don’t want to play in front of me? Is that why you’re reacting like this?” He asks softly. I shake my head but remain mute. Let’s go to bed, now, please.

“Then what is it?” He enquires. I close my eyes, the harsh reality slowly sinking in. He won’t let me go.

“Please, talk to me. I need to know.” He runs his fingertips down my spine, and I sit up straight, my whole body alert, reacting to his touch.

“You’ve made your point. It won’t work if we don’t communicate.” He waves my words and the whole purpose of our break up like the second amendment of the constitution. Touched.

“You’re trying to make me forget.” I mumble, trying not to sound reproachful.

“No. Not forget. Just move on.” He says.

“I can’t move on.”


Because I can’t forget where I come from. I can’t live a life so different from everything I’ve known for the past two years. I’m ashamed of what I’ve become inside, but I don’t want to go there with him now.

“I don’t feel ready. Not now.” I half lie.

“We’ll have to work on this.” He says, placing his hands under my ribcage and maneuvering me onto his lap. “Together.” He kisses my cheek.

“Yes.” I reply, burying my face in his neck.

“What did you just play?” He asks me. My favorite piece.

“May be…by Yiruma.” I reply.

“It was lovely.” He compliments. It was magical. And too loud obviously.

“Did I wake you up?” I ask him.

“No. I just don’t sleep without you.” He explains. “When did you start learning?”

“When I was six. Bea and I started together.” I explain. He plays a la on the keyboard.

“I messed up big time with those gift.” He mutters.

“You couldn’t know.”

“I should have.”

“I still love you.”

“You do?” The surprise and relief in his voice makes me pull away to look at him, and his uncertain face is appalling.

“Jesus, Mark.” I breathe, truly shocked. “Of course I do.” I scold. Will he stop with these stupid thoughts? Mark sags, relaxing, sighing in holy relief, as if a huge weight had been taken off his shoulders.

Then he grabs my jaw and crashes his lips on mine, his tongue not asking but taking, sliding inside my mouth without permission. I push against him.

“You need to get that in your thick skull.” I mutter, and he smile against my mouth.

“Let’s go to bed.” He murmurs, his hands sliding down my back and under my T-shirt. He finds my naked behind and kneads, pushing me against his groin.

“When will it sink in?” I moan.

“Maybe one day, my little lady.” He replies before trapping my lips between his again. “Bed, now.” He groans. I moan, and he rises from the bench, picking me up effortlessly, carries me to his bedroom and makes sweet, unrushed love to me.


Pairing: Sam x Ori

Request: Most recent selfie under #me, I’m 5ft3in. I’m a mermaid, so there’s that. ❤❤❤❤❤ me some Sam. And go with whatever genre you want! Dealers choice! - @oriona75

Word Count: ~1,890

Warnings: Sam being a big goofball, smut, fluff, cursing, dirty talk, Dean being Dean

A/N: Sorry, I couldn’t resist. I love this gif. Promise it’s worth it!

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“Sam Winchester, are you ready for your birthday surprise?” You called from your bedroom.

This was your first birthday as his wife, and you wanted to make it special. You had your favorite pin-up-esque lingerie on, your bright red hair pinned back just so, your makeup was absolutely perfect, and your heels accentuated every curve of your legs and backside. Sam walked through the door after your beckoning and stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of you, standing in front of the bed, one hand on your hip and the other up behind your head, one knee bent.

“Y- you look amazing.” He stammered, eyes falling over your figure as he walked toward you.

“Not so bad yourself, Winchester.” You reached up and gripped the sides of his jacket, pulling him closet to you.

“There’s only one problem.” He shook his head.

“What?” Your face twisted in confusion.

“I’m a virgin!” He spread his arms out and looked at you in disbelief.

“Sam Winchester…” You chuckled. “After our honeymoon, trust me when I say, I know you are not a virgin.” Shooting him a wink, you reached for him again.

He laughed and stepped to you again, his arms lacing around your waist while you lifted yours around his neck. 

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Imagine Walking On The Red Carpet With Taylor

For Anon (Keep looking up)

“Keep smiling you’re doing great honey” Taylor whispers through a red lipstick smile.

“I got this Tay” you mumble back and grin at a camera flash.

“Taylor! Taylor! Can we get an interview?!” a reporter shouts and Taylor guides you over.

“Sure!” Taylor exclaims and beams putting her arm in yours.

“So we must know who inspired I Know Places? Do you have a secret fling we don’t know about?” the interviewer asks. You suppress a loud laugh because it was you.

“Oh someone near and dear to my heart” Taylor responds.

“Ooh the mystery continues. May I ask who’s your guest?” Taylor looks at you and nods.

“I’m (Y/N) Taylor’s gal pal and roommate” you say.

“Well we haven’t seen you before. If I can be so bold what are those.” A jagged finger is pointed at your arms. You glance down and see she’s pointing at your scars. Your stomach plummets. You wore a red strapless dress hoping the u spoken rule of society would keep anyone from asking about your scars.

“Excuse me” Taylor snaps.

“It’s an innocent questions were you in an accident or are you” the interviewer lowers her voice. “Depressed?” You gawk and gasp.

“My scars aren’t your business” you hiss.

“You’re the one walking around in a strapless dress showing them off. Are you asking for attention?”

“You need to step off. You had no right to ask about her scars. Not to mention if depressed people want to wear clothes that reveal their scars you are not to ask! How incompetent are you?” Taylor growls. Her arm has wound around your waistline instead of in yours.

“No need to get so defensive what are you her girlfriend or something?” Taylor hesitates and you gape.

“Yes I am” Taylor states and suddenly kisses you. You are frozen in shock before responding by avidly moving your lips against hers. A million cameras flash and all the new stations have their reporters and cameras on you in a second.

“Chew on that” you spit out and beam. Taylor chuckles and you walk down the red carpet together.

The next morning all the headlines are conflicting but you could care less.