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clockworkblogs · 1 year

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The concept of “growing up”, “becoming an adult” was never something I understood. Even when the words were shortened down like a pencil I used in math class, or a ruler I broke in half: “becoming a teenager!”

Developing.

You mean, naturally developing.

Moving along in the tide amongst everyone else their age; when 8 year olds were marking their heights on doorframes, and 14 year olds had gotten used to a shiny new cell phone, and when 18 year olds started tossing up hats in the sky and throwing their past behind them. To become farmers, to become doctors, to become bookkeepers, to own an apartment, or home, to get married, to have a family, so on and so forth—

You see, I, didn’t get that.

Not quite.

When peers my age were running around on the playground, picking up rocks in the dirt and, playing tag, climbing in treehouses with and using swing-sets and buckets around them to propel into fun little games of make-believe,

beginning to learn math and read thicker books, stand still in a line on their own, write in cursive and not use too much sticky glue on their papers,

I lived in a bubble outside of them. Accustom to them but not of them. Alongside them. I couldn’t speak when they did. I was quiet and unnatural in the back of the room, covering my face with my hair and wearing a backwards dress,-

I walked outside with them, during gym and then recess, up in my head and pacing along the corners of the pavement. Plucking at my fingernails. Writing over bookmarks.

When I played tag, I touched too hard. When I played ball, I swung too soon. When I laughed, my teeth snarled.

I didn’t fit in. I became a knot of insecurities, an animal of anomaly. As I had, skipped over seemingly some social cues, although more so naturally occurring, the kids did as well. When I was around they forgot it’s polite to look at people when they talk to you. When I was in a class group they forgot it was hurtful to exclude someone out. When I was eating lunch they misunderstood it was considered bullying to make fun me when I ate, to refuse to sit anything closer than half a table away from me. They forgot it was considered bullying to steal items from my hands, to call my names in my earshot, to stare at my body in distain when I walked down the hallway.

When peers around my age were learning how to do long division, how to listen to “trendy music” and wear spunky outfits, when knowing random trivia about the latest pop celebrity and big having lipstick and false eyelashes was what made you cool,

I was quiet, amongst my peers. I spoke too soon and ran off too fast, wore my hair in too messy of a bun to be “cool”, i had bandages up to my elbows and fingernails that were constantly bleeding. I couldn’t paint them because they were chipped. I couldn’t sing the coolest songs in the greatest voice because I cracked under the weight of my own sound. I ate in the bathrooms at lunch and I drew scribbled lines in the corners of textbook pages. I glared at girls who threatened to burn me, I picked up pencils they dropped on the floor. I was quiet when they asked me what I was doing alone but was loud and heinous when they said I was a freak for being bandaged.

My hair grew out and covered my face, but no longer out of shyness or protection. It was angry and creepy and warded people off. I was a ghost, an anomaly, i silent kid in the front of the class.

I made friends if you wanted me to be yours. But I clung to you too quickly. Friends come and go, and come to realize the rumors are true—

I am sick, I am foul, I am a child with cotton hands and smudged out face. When you ask me about celebrities I do not know their names, when you tell me about eyeshadow and glitter lipliner I will tell you I think it’s gross. It’s of a foreign language to me that I do not understand. I see it more as a beacon of annoyance and a weapon to jab me with competitively as if you have not already burned me enough.

And my language will not make sense to you, either. You will go and tell your friends about how I am in fact, strange, maybe insane. And you will encourage your friends to say the same. Spread the word like a game of telephone,

So while I am learning about what taxes are for the first time, all I hear is the buzz of your voices beneath my ears, while I am trying to do homework assignments in tutoring I can feel your gaze from across the room, when I am making works of art and explaining what it means in front of a teacher I can hear your neck snap and turn like that noise of the cock of a gun in the distance.

When the peers my age were learning about mechanics, when they dressed more neatly and held themselves more proudly, when they all were learning about how to hold down a job in the next few years, and apply for colleges

I was an empty seat half of the year. If you saw me, I was whispering to a counselor about pains unseen, concepts broken down and barely understood by your ears. If you saw me, I was across the room from you, growing beside you, from afar, with big bright makeup and a nice thin body, short buzzed hair and leather heels. Big red earrings, glittery lipstick, and a bow tie decoration on the side of my chest. You have not once talked to me, or asked me how Ive been. You do not need to do rocket science to know that that kid is me, the same one, too quiet in the back off the class, all those years ago. That kid still holds the same textbooks they did in grade 5, that kid still shows their gums when they laugh, and when they take off their coat to cool down in the summers, you still see those same scars, staring right back at you.

I am not on any textbook, I am not in any photo at a party, I am not in any club list or recognized artistry,

My name rings no bells, just a buzz that echoes in the halls. You never find my face, but you see me in etched bits of pencil shavings on a desk corner, you hear it in commercials of mentally ill patients, you find it in a liminal space that feels too familiar to you, but not cognitive enough to be known.

You may find my friends, the few that you knew, and ask them if I am still alive,

And they will say:

They are everywhere, alive and dead, from what you thought you knew.

When you transitioned through life, a piece of them was left at every stopping point you made but crossed through. They never left those places, and they crumbled along with it in your memory. They never grew up, they never became an adult, but they were never really a child in the first place.

#silver.txt #vent.txt #log entry #vent poem #anti bullying #tw bullying #tw sh implied #??? just in case

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ohmightydevviepuu · 3 years

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writers month prompts

twenty-four: fake relationship

a/n: ok, so now you know. you’ve been reading one story this entire time. go back and catch up and tell me how i did; i knew i was building to this all along but let the flavor and approach come to me at the last second. thanks to @optomisticgirl as an expert of all things timey-wimey. to @katie-dub, indefatiguable sounding board. to @thisonesatellite for 30 ideas i didn’t use, and one that i stole. to @profdanglaisstuff for letting me be weird even when i should be better (and for bake-off).

six more to go. hang in there, kids.

Flicker.

Flickerflickerflickerflick—

Emma blinked at the sunlight streaming in through open curtains and contemplated the figure in the bed beside her. The clock on the nightstand flashed eight-sixteen and she said, “You have to go.”

His answer was unintelligible and likely unfit for polite company, which was exactly the kind she was expecting. For brunch.

Imminently.

“Seriously, Killian. You have to go.” Emma kicked his leg until he sat up, deliciously disheveled, the bed sheet dipping dangerously low down his abdomen. “Mary Margaret is going to be home soon and we have—”

“Brunch, aye.” He said the word like it was a joke, and probably it was. Emma Swan hosting brunch had to be a joke.

She kicked him again but he caught her foot, twisting the sheet even more as he did it, rubbing the arch.

“It’s not for me,” she said, not for the first time. “It’s for Mary Margaret’s step-thingie.”

“Monster,” Killian muttered, which made Emma smile.

“She’s getting married,” Emma continued, “and we’re hosting the pre-shindig brunch, okay? Family tradition or some bullshit.”

“Curse, more like.” Killian grimaced, and let go of her foot as he made to move out from under the sheets. “Can I have a cup of tea first?”

“No. Mary Margaret will be home any second, which means you have an elsewhere to be.”

“Or—“ he paused in pulling on his trousers “—you could tell her. The way you might tell your best friend about a relationship.”

But Emma had already made her way to the door and this wasn’t exactly a doorway conversation even if she was ready to have it. Which she wasn’t. So all she said was:

“No. I can’t. It’s not.”

But she couldn’t stop thinking about it—could really think of nothing else. Which was why she said, absently, during all of the talk of guest lists and table assignments and the not-shocking-at-all revelation that Regina had extra spots to fill and needed butts in chairs and the frankly inevitable mutterings about why Emma couldn’t just show up with a date and thus get two butts in chairs instead of being left to languish at some kind of hell otherwise known as a ‘singles table’—“Oh,” she said, not thinking, or maybe thinking too much. “It’s fine. I have a boyfriend.”

—

“So why don’t you just bring Killian?” Elsa’s question was so simple that it was complicated for Emma to answer.

Especially because she didn’t have an answer. Just that gnawing sense of self-doubt that lived in the pit of her stomach, always.

“They know it’s not Killian,” Emma said, “because I gave fake boyfriend a name.”

Elsa quickly bit off her laugh. “What’s his story?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Emma said. “Walsh Green. Meet cute at his shop downtown when I was buying some things for the apartment. Nice guy, you know?”

“Sounds safe,” Elsa said. “Boring, even.”

The opposite of Killian. On both counts.

“Thus the basis of his appeal,” Emma snapped, ignoring the way her skin seemed to crawl even just saying his name; ignoring the flash she got in her fingertips as she gripped her mug and stared out the window.

“Who cares?” Anna interrupted. “Bring Killian. They’ll be so distracted by his accent they won’t care that you lied. Besides, you guys should totally be banging like bunnies—all of that tension, you know? What are you waiting for?”

Elsa almost choked on her coffee.

Emma had nothing to say to that.

—

“Hey, I need to talk to you—”

“About the wedding?” He cut her off. “I said yes.”

“Really? Did Elsa—”

“Yes, really.” But he didn’t sound happy about it. “You made your feelings quite clear this morning, and then Ruby phoned and invited me.”

The idea that Regina must really be desperate warred against total, crushing heartbreak. Emma almost dropped her phone.

“Swan?”

“Yeah,” she said, in a voice that didn’t sound like it was making words. “Sure. Uh, save me a dance, okay?”

“Like you care?”

“Of course I care!” The words came out louder than she meant them to. “I just—”

(And she couldn’t help thinking, somehow, that this was not the first time they’d had this fight.)

“Admit it, Swan. You see a future here. A good one.” If it wasn’t meant to be a doorway conversation it was brutal as a telephone call. “But you’re afraid to be a part of something. And I--” he took a deep breath “—I need to stop chasing you. I’ll see you tonight.”

—

Be a part of something.

You see a future here. A good one.

Perhaps there is a man you loved in the life you’ve lost.

We make a good team.

Choose to see the best in him.

—

Emma ignored the empty chair between her and Killian; ignored him, too. And everyone, really. No one had blinked when she made excuses for “Walsh Green” and no one seemed suspicious in the least and somehow that made everything even worse, until she excused herself to go to the restroom.

“I need to fix my lipliner,” she said, hoping that make everyone leave her alone.

Alas.

“The thing is, Emma—” Mary Margaret cleared her throat. “You have these walls, you know?”

“Barricades.” Ruby snorted and leaned against the door, blocking it so they wouldn’t be interrupted. “With moats and shit. Piranhas and sharks and things swimming around and a troll at the bridge.”

“You’re the one that brought him!” Emma very carefully did not yell, not that anyone could hear them.

“Yeah.” Ruby fixed her with a stare. “Did it work?”

“What?” Emma turned back to Mary Margaret. “I have a boy—”

Ruby’s smile practically bared her teeth. “I dare you to say that to Killian and pretend it isn’t true. You’ve been fucking for at least a month already.”

Emma couldn’t even deny it. She looked between Ruby and Mary Margaret and felt herself deflate.

“You have these walls,” Mary Margaret repeated. Firmly. “And they keep out more than just pain.”

—

She definitely wasn’t moping as she sat outside in the garden under the apple tree, away from the hustle and bustle of the reception.

(She definitely wasn’t waiting for him, as if she knew he would come, as if she remembered it because it happened before and Killian Jones would go to the end of the world or time before he ever stopped chasing her.)

But then he was there, like magic, devastating in a jacket that fit him perfectly and looking at her with bottomless blue eyes like he never wanted to look at anything else, ever. Memorizing her.

Mesmerizing her.

She smiled and stood up.

“I was hoping it’d be you,” she said, and watched his smile light up.

(Green, and white. Faith and trust and pixie dust.)

“Dance with me,” he said.

Flicker.

Flickerflickerflickerflick—

@shireness-says @kmomof4 @mariakov81 @pirateherokillian @onceratheart18 @the-darkdragonfly @spartanguard @justanotherflailgirl

#cs fic #writers month 2021 #fake relationship

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jojo-reader-hell · 3 years

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Time to show you all how we do it in the pinta cuh.

Gwess x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Uh, I guess just Gwess being Gwess. I don’t expect everyone to assume she’s not going to be abusive.

Also if I catch anyone complaining about the Spanglish it’s going down and I know for sure you’ve never kicked it with the 90’s cholas in your entire sheltered life.

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“Oye, listen bollera.”

“Told you not to fuckin’ call me bollera cabrona.”

“Cállate tu boca. Escucha bollera. Esa machorras, they do shit differently in the pinta. I worry about your ass because you don’t got one mean bone in your body. Shit, you couldn’t even stand up to the guera who bullied you in eighth grade. But I’ll tell you how it is in there esa. Maybe you’ll have the advantage since you’re going in a bollera, not coming out one…”

“What’s bollera?”

She butchers the Spanish, and all you can do is fucking laugh at her poor attempts. Your girlfriend frowns from between your legs, but you tug at her hair to get her to shut up her whining.

Saturdays, she always bugs you in your free time from writing to spend time with her. What the hell is there for two girls to do in prison on a date anyways? You can play cards with her in the yard, have her spot you lifting weights, all that shit gets old. Instead the two of you stay in, she begs you to baby her and brush her hair, and you oblige. Treating it like your grandma did and telling her stories while she made sweet eyes at you.

“How come you always talk in Spanish whenever you tell me stories about us meeting and falling in love?” She asks, pouting her lips up at you.

“Because that’s how it happened esa.” You laugh, tugging on her hair again and making her squeal, “It’s rare that I even get to act like this, not easy being trapped in the middle of two cultures and not getting accepted by either or. But with my babe, I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

She pulls on your jailbird blues, wanting a kiss but you make her wait. It’s just how that shit goes. You still hold grudges from the time she made your first stint into prison some bullshit.

“As I was saying mensa, as every corresponding event would prove in the future, it seemed Little Mosca was, for lack of a better term, entirely full of shit.”

To a point though, as you would later find out. But when it came to it, she didn’t know you or your life.

Never the less you’d have never thought your time in the “pinta” was going to be as smooth sailing as it was. You expected to get into fights, possibly be violated, become “somebody’s bitch” as they so eloquently put it in every fucking prison movie you could get your little pizza hands on. That’s what they told you in your friend groups too. Stop doing loca shit with the girls and go back to school, school girl. You should be at home studying fool. You like to talk about stupid shit like rocks and fucking video games all fucking day. You’re still a kid.

It pisses you off and only serves to give you a Napoleon complex.

Maybe if you had listened, it wouldn’t have gotten you into a case of wrongful arrest that not even the best pro bono lawyer could get you out of. You expected to have no one to turn to in El Acuario. Especially when you didn’t seem to fit in any of the stereotypical niches that came from being an outsider in some bad ass peckerwood lands.

Last name is impossibly hard for the white kids to say? Three strikes you’re out and a beaner. Try to bond with the other people of color? Let’s face it, even if you’re on the same short end of the stick there’s no spot in that long history of oppression for you homes. Speak Spanglish even though you don’t know all that much Spanish because your parents took “English Only” as law? Now every homegirl at El Super is taking the piss out of you.

But say you get grudgingly accepted by the locas, but they’re the kind of girls that sport hoop earrings, lipliner no lipstick, and a neck covered in hickeys? Well, you had the last part, but when the hickeys were from another girl it tends to cause a ruckus in the barrio.

You didn’t expect to be led to your cell and recognize nearly every girl already locked up in there.

“A la verga! Es La Bollera guey!”

“Sad Girl?!” you exclaimed at the voice, only to be jostled into silence.

“Shut the fuck up!” Screams the guard who is leading you.

“Orale bollera! The fuck are you doing in here homegirl?!”

“Let her go homes, she ain’t do shit!”

“Ay loca! The fuck did you do to get in here foo? Get caught eating panocha again?!”

“She ain’t do shit pinche culero! Let her go!”

But somehow against every barrier, life worked in its own way. You went to school, tried to keep it straight to fit in, let your energy help you to fit in seamlessly no matter where you went. But the homegirls always warned you to stay out of shit. Even though they all loved you anyway, bollera y todo, they always claimed you barely survived outside when it came to your sweet nature, how the hell were you going to last a day in the pinta?

The way they seem to want your freedom, it seems like you’re going to incite a riot among the chicanas.

You’re almost embarrassed. Every mom friend on the block seems to be doing time the same way as you, but the camaraderie doesn’t last too long.

So far the worst part of Green Dolphin was being arrested. Slammed on the hot hood of a police cruiser and cuffed, thrown around like you were a rag doll. Granted it wasn’t any fun having la juda sticking their fingers into where you didn’t want anyone except your future partner to, but that and the mugshot, it came with the territory. Eventually your homegirls do have to quiet down, not before reassuring you that they got your “esquina”. Well, now that you’re trapped in a six by eight cell with some goo goo eyed chick that acts like she’s la reina of the whole fucking place, it doesn’t seem like that’s going to be an option anymore.

Even better… she’s not even Hispanic or Latina. Her skin is pasty white and clashes with her blue koolaid dyed lips.

No matter. You know how to deal with the white girls too. That’s the beauty of being able to chameleon your way into any situation.

“Uh… hey.” You say awkwardly. “Nice to meet you.”

She doesn’t say a word. Weird. You have to scoot by her to take your place on the bottom bunk, about four seconds from opening your mouth to ask the dreaded ice breaker “what are you in for”, when she suddenly yanks you by the coveralls.

Oh… Oh hell no.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?! Thats my bunk-…”

Earrings off. Let’s go fool. It goes down like Diddy Kong, or more like Donkey when that’s just the type of punch she gets seemingly out of nowhere. You don’t have to turn around to know. She was fucked the minute she tried to get you.

It’s a matter of seconds, after you’ve floored her to the enamel first and pretty much sat on her chest, your hands and an unseen force have her pinned below you with your hands around her skinny guerra neck. The homegirls must have thought the screams were coming from you, because immediately you hear the banging of iron bars as your homegirls are coming to back you up.

“Oh shit! Bollera! Que esta pasando guey?!”

“Get the fuck off her white bitch!”

Their spring into action is stopped dead in its tracks when they see you’re strangling the girl on the floor. It takes them a minute to really comprehend the predicament you’ve got the girl in. When they only knew you from hang outs at Burger King or some dude’s house, they don’t truly know the reason that you waltzed in among them. Unafraid. Unyielding. They only know you that you’re a real loca to be walking around with girls who claim to be so.

They’re dead silent. Don’t even say shit when the girl’s turning blue. Not a word of encouragement or a “ja guey” to keep you going. But it’s fine.

You knock her back and forth into the enamel. She keeps trying to kick you off but her arms are pinned. You’re too far up on her chest, almost sitting on her breasts, smothering her down and punctuating every sentence with a jolt of her head against the flooring as you press down on her windpipe.

“Andale puta, you wanna play that way, I’ll play too.”

She’s blue. Turning the same shade as her lipstick. But you let her stay conscious enough to squeak out an answer.

“Here’s a few rules home girl, keep your fucking hands off me and leave me the fuck alone. I don’t give a shit about you, I didn’t get thrown in the pinta to get fucked up by some gabacha. But you wanna play that shit with me? Al rato bitch!”

“Sueltalo Bollera!”

“You feel me bitch?” You growl.

“Sueltalo homegirl! She ain’t worth it!”

“Let her go!”

“You feel me?!” You insist.

A squeak. That’s all you get from her. A small squeak of affirmation and you let her neck go, continuing to to make your bed as she flounders on the floor, totally ignorant of your homegirl’s gawking but feeling proud of yourself none the less.

It’s no fanfare when you meet up with everyone else later on. They tell you to watch your shit and to leave your cellmate at that. If word gets out, you might have a couple more fights at this rate.

But it doesn’t matter. Smooth sailing from now on since you stood up to her before she could get a hit in.

“You hit me though!”

“Technically that was my Stand that hit you.”

Those same blue koolaid lips pout at you again, and this time you lean down to give her a kiss right on her mouth. She squeals, its that same familiar sound she made when you had her pinned to the floor all those months ago.

“Yeah and you tried to knock my ass out too, but the thing I wasn’t prepared for was to meet someone who liked it like that.” You laugh.

Gwess just huffs, making grabby hands at your coveralls and begging you for more affection.

That’s how it goes in the pinta though. At least Little Mosca was right about that part.

#jojo’s bizzare adventure #jojo’s bizarre adventure stone ocean #DO YOU ALL EVEN FUCKING KNOW ABOUT THE SHIT I WENT THRU TO FIND THIS DOCUMENT #TWO FUCKING HOURS #FUCK #gwess x reader #guess x reader #jjba stone ocean #wlw #implied abuse #abuse #tw violence #hispanic!reader

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foolishlovebugbaby · 4 years

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skz’s reaction to their s/o having plump lips

requested by @0leelina0! thanks for sending this in, i felt so giddy writing it ehe i hope you like it!

side note: i don’t know what to do with myself anymore i-

bang chan

i feel like he’d absolutely love his s/o having plump lips

like at first he wouldn’t pay attention to your lips much (because let’s face it, he’d be too infatuated with the entirety of your face to just focus on your lips)

but the more you both got to know each other, the more he’d find himself staring at your lips whenever you spoke

he just loves watching them move

and it makes him absolutely weak in the knees whenever you kiss him on the cheek or just anywhere on his skin

and don’t get me started on how much he’d love to kiss them

he swears up and down he could makeout with you for an entire day

and he always tries to do so

“No, just a few more minutes,” He’d mumble against your lips as you attempted to pull away.

“Channie, I literally cannot breathe anymore.” You let out an airy laugh and he leaves a soft peck on your lips.

“That sounds like a you problem.”

Nsfw: he’s definitely into the whole lip-biting thing

and you giving him neck kisses is his biggest turn on omygod

lee know

minho knows that he’s got the prettiest lips on planet earth

but when he met you, he realised that although he may have the best lips on earth, you’ve got the best lips in the entire universe

a hard fact to accept, but my guy was too whipped for you to let it get to him

he’d absolutely love taking kissy face selfies with you

you both would make kissy faces at each other so often that it became second nature rather than an inside joke lmao

the first time you kissed his cheek, he swore he had died and gone to heaven and that an angel kissed him to wake him up

but then a cheek kiss turned into a lip one and there was no going back

he’d be obsessed with leaving lingering kisses on your lips, very slow and intimate yet firm

and sometimes he’d prefer it that way over intense, passionate ones

sometimes

because let me tell you, this man is k i n k y

Nsfw: definitely a lip biter like chan, and he’d savour each and every moment of your lips on his skin

“My lips are ten times bigger now than when we first started,” you chuckle in disbelief at your swollen lips

“Oopsies.” Minho says as he hugs you from the back, a smug and cheeky eye smile plastered all over his face.

changbin

your lips are definitely the first thing he notices when he meets you

he can’t help but stare; they’re so eye catching and pretty and god, his mind already wonders what it would be like to kiss them

just like himself, you have a habit of licking and biting your lips

whether it be out of nervousness or pure habit

but he finds it so endearing and attractive that he finds himself mimicking your actions every time you do so

he finds it incredibly sexy whenever you bite your lips

like, heart-stoppingly sexy

and he loves to run his thumb over your bottom lip whenever your face is in his hands

and leaving random, quick pecks on them whenever he has the chance

“We’re in public silly,” You jokingly scold him as he wraps his arms around your waist and peppers your lips with feathery kisses.

“I can’t help it, you’re too addicting.”

but when you two are alone, it’s a whole other story

Nsfw: he l o v e s to suck on your bottom lip when you both are making out

like, just the feeling of your lip between his all soft and plump makes his blood rush in ways that words can’t even describe

and running his tongue over your bottom lip makes him all woozy and delirious ugh

case in point: every makeout session is a steamy one.

hyunjin

hyunjin met his match the moment he laid eyes on your lips

like, he still can’t believe that someone could rival his full lips

but alas

even when you two started dating, he still remained humorously competitive about it

he’d go around asking his members which one of you had the better lips in the relationship

and everyone found it absolutely hilarious that he still wouldn’t let it go

being the weirdo he is, he has tons of photos of your lips in his camera roll

he tries to justify it by saying they’re for comparison when he makes other people choose who’s is better, but the reality is he just loves to stare at them when he misses you

what a sweet weirdo

“I got the most votes this time, pay up.” Hyunjin says smugly, puckering his lips for a victory kiss and you roll your eyes at his foolishness.

“I’m winning next time though,” You say and kiss him tenderly.

“I really don’t mind if the price to pay is kissing you.” He says sweetly when you pull away.

Nsfw: he seems like the kinky type, but i actually see him as more of a sweet, tender kisser rather than an intense one

intimate, long kisses just gets him going man what can i do

han

han loves to stare at your lips when you talk

he just finds them so captivating that it puts him in a trance

at first you thought he found your lips weird because his eyes were always trained on them

but then he revealed that it was only because he was smitten with the way you smiled and moved your lips

the amount of lyrics he’s written about your lips and how magical they are alone is either alarming or charming, but you’re not complaining

often times when you both are cuddling and just enjoying each others’ presence, he’d trace his finger around the contours of your lips

he finds everything about the way they’re shaped perfect and complimentary to the rest of your features, and he doesn’t keep his thoughts to himself

mans so whipped i love him

Nsfw: like changbin, he loves to suck on your bottom lip and tug on it playfully

especially when he’s ~in the mood~

but he also really enjoys long and firm kisses, minus all the tongue and antics because he just wants to pour all of his love for you into each kiss

“You drive me insane, you know that?” Han says with half-lidded eyes as you both pull away to catch your breaths.

“Does this mean i have better lips than Minho?” You say playfully.

“Oh shut up and kiss me you dork.”

felix

felix is just so sweet and precious that he’d be fixated on every single feature of yours

one week he’d focus on complimenting your eyes

the next your nose

but when he reached your lips???

he would not be able to shut up about them

he’d find them sosososos charming and would try and force you to make kissy faces at him just so that he can swiftly go to peck them and catch you by surprise

such a cheeky boi

he’d find kissing you so comforting and warm and just the epitome of tenderness, it makes him feel so calm and sound

“Each kiss feels just like the first.” He said just above a whisper against your lips.

“That’s funny, this is like the billionth kiss of the week.” You chuckle and he laughs only to bring you back in for another.

Nsfw: i’m here to retract all soft uwu’s because lee felix, 5 minutes into a makeout, can and will turn into an absolute beast

he’d be soooo into lip biting and just playing with your mouth with his own

and he’d be so passionate each time and ahodhofh i’m sorry i dont make the rules

seungmin

ohmygosh my sweet baby

he’s so precious that he would blush every time you’d catch him staring at your lips

even when you both started dating he’d still get all shy and red whenever you’d leave a kiss on his cheek or forehead or eyelids

but he absolutely loves it when you do so

he’s a sucker for affection, and your plump lips kissing all over his face would just make all the love feel even more amplified

he loves giving you short, sweet pecks out of the blue and seeing you blush sweetly whenever he does so makes him all giddy

and he’s always finding excuses to kiss you

“You’ve got some ice cream right,” He leans in close to your lips, “Here.” In a second his lips are on yours, his tongue sweeping over your bottom lip, and your whole face flushes.

“You could’ve just used a tissue.”

“Our climate is collapsing and you want to waste tissue? Could never be me.”

Nsfw: yall hear sumn?

i.n

he’s literally still in the womb what do i say

our sweet baby would not know what to do with himself when he starts being infatuated with you, let alone when he realises how charming your features are

he’d be so giddy and giggly around you

fooling around, squishing your lips between his fingers

and whenever your kiss him on the cheek, he would need an entire 10 minutes just to recover from it

don’t even get me started on a first kiss

like he’d honestly think he could die happy with the feeling of your pillowy lips on his

he’d be so gentle and happy with you and would always leave feathery kisses around your lips and on your cheeks

“S-stop, that tickles Jeongin,” You giggle while he peppers kisses around the corners of your mouth and on your jaw.

“Whoops,” He says cheekily and leaves a chaste kiss on your lips.

Nsfw: page does not exist

woojin

woojin would be such a gentleman that he’d remind you everyday of how beautiful every part of you is

your lips were never an insecurity but they weren’t your favorite feature either

but that all changed when woojin showed you so much tender love and care

he’s such a sweetheart man

he’d love to help you put on lipliner and lipstick just for fun because it ‘reminds me of art class’

“Kim Woojin, you overdrew my lips too much and now I look like a clown!” You scold him, red lipliner smudged all around your chin as you attempted to wipe it off.

“Well I think you look cute.” He says matter-of-factly, grabs your face and kisses you sweetly.

Whenever you’d fall asleep on his lap he’d leave tender kisses on our lips and just admire every inch of your face

im cryin i miss him

Nsfw: when mans is in the mood, mans is in the mood

kissing is his favorite form of foreplay hands down and would be so passionate and sometimes rough

but hey ain’t nobody complainin bout that

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surveysonfleek · 4 years

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1566.

Are you the clubbing type? been there done that. i let it all out when i was 18-20. i could not imagin ever clubbing again ugh. Bar goer? can’t say i love going to bars but we frequent them whenever it’s a friends bday. How old are you? old :( Song you can’t stand? hardstyle. Menthol or non-menthol, when it comes to it? menthol.

Are you the candle lighting type? yes, i love candles.

Is your ex sexually attractive to you still? - What is unattractive about them? Your hottest ex’s name starts with the letter what? Fast food junkie are you? not at all. i’ve hardly had fast food during quarantine tbh. Are you around a lot of people all the time? not really.

Do you have a crap load of friends to hang out with? i can if i want to. but i loooove my alone time as well. I don’t. Not such a bad thing though. Do you know what sixlets are? nope. Pick two highliter colors: Yellow, Pink, Blue, Purple, Orange pink and yellow. Coffee in the morning, yay or nay? nay, i’m not a coffee drinker. Do you ever drink your coffee black? nope. Finish the lyrics: I like my coffee black just like my ( blank ) men? haha idk. Body waxing, yay or nay? never tried it. Amsterdam vacay or Canada? i love both but i think i’d want to explore canada more. Honeymoon, where? i think somewhere chill and tropical. i don’t want to have to plan our days out too much. Would you rather live in a house right now or an apartment? house for sure. Coffee gum, yay or nay? never tired but most likely nay. Do you floss your teeth every night? no. Every week? yes. Do you know how to thread off hairs? Or even know what I’m talking about? nope. if you mean threading eyebrows then yeah. Did you live in the age of cassette tapes? yes, just. i had britney’s first album on cassette. Rated R question you MUST answer or get off: Anal sex, yay or nay? nay. Ok, sorry, why not. Blue lipstick, yay or nay? only for a costume party. Random or basic surveys? random, duh. Is this question lame: “Have you had sex?” basic question. Has anyone ever written on you? yeah. Lipstick over the actual natural lip-line, your thoughts? i’d prefer lipliner over natural lip line. Have you ever dated someone with really crooked teeth? haha yes. . And lastly, how did ya like my random survey? it was good.

#survey #surveys #quiz #bored #questions

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 4 years

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FFT: discount chocolate day

Notes:

So this is an anti-valentines prompt sent to me on the main by @schizoauthoress and I have to say, given that I’m not the biggest valentines day fan, I really enjoyed it. So, I gave it a space here on this blog. Definitely want to write more for these two.

Summary:

Two anti-Valentines grouches just kind of awkwardly and resistantly starting the process of falling into love. This is the beginning. Bantering and bickering. Fluffy af if you squint.

Warnings:

anti - valentines, alcohol tw - mentions of it, fluffy bantering and bickering between two grumpy people and that’s about it.

Pairing:

Curtis Axel x OFC, Nicolette

“Happy…” before Alexa could even finish what she’d been about to say, Nicolette had her fingers in her ears, humming so loudly that Alexa couldn’t finish. Almost the instant that Nicolette had taken her fingers out of her ears, Alexa tapped her foot and asked in a huff, “Are you done now? Do you feel better?”

“I’ll feel better tomorrow.” Nicolette shrugged, offering no further explanation. Everything around her was decked out in red and an almost unsettling shade of Pepto pink and people were being so utterly adorable together that quite frankly, Nicolette was just sick of the entire holiday. It was a commercialized sham to begin with, were people really too stupid to see?

“Why not today, I mean it’s..” again, as soon as Alexa went to mention Valentine’s, Nicolette started to plug her ears and hum. As soon as Alexa’s mouth was closed, Nicolette took her fingers out of her ears again and Alexa glared at her. “Grouch.”

“Not a grouch, merely a realist. This entire sham of a fucking holiday is just a convenient way for corporations to make money.” Nicolette answered in an even tone, her gaze flitting around the backstage area in sheer boredom as she did so. “Honestly, half these people who are sucking face now won’t be next week.”

“Some of them are married, Nic!” Alexa rolled her eyes; exasperated with her friend at the moment. Nicolette shrugged. “It’s not my fault they don’t calculate risks before taking them.”

“So that’s your real thoughts on Valentine’s Day?”

“Umm, yeah. Yep, pretty much. There’s honestly no point in a holiday where the suicide rate hikes up at least ten percent. I mean, the pressure itself is enough to drive someone insane. Everything has to be perfect this one day.. People seem to forget there are also 364 additional days in the year in which they could show a person they love them too. But no, let’s just focus on the train-wreck fuckery of this one fucking day.”

“You have to be lying. If a guy came up to you right now and gave you candy or a bear or roses..” the wheels in Alexa’s mind were turning already, but they were subsequently ground to a full stop when Nicolette shrugged mildly and opened her locker, holding out a card. “I got something. And I still strongly dislike this farce of a holiday. Care to try again?”

“You’re just being contrary now.”

“It’s my prerogative.” Nicolette shrugged and turned to dig through their shared makeup kit, grabbing for her favorite MAC shade and it’s corresponding lipliner. “Wait a minute. You haven’t even opened this!? Why?” Alexa’s question had Nicolette rolling her eyes and shrugging.

“Because knowing my luck, it’s probably a glitter bomb or something. Thing will probably explode, spraying glitter everywhere. I mean.. I’ll richly deserve it because I put Icy Hot in Mandy’s bra, but yeah. I’m 99.999 percent certain that this is some kind of stupid prank… Just like..” Nicolette trailed off and added silently, every other time someone’s ‘had a secret crush on me’, to herself. Alexa was still gaping at her.

“Aren’t you even like… a little curious?”

“Nah.”

… liar, liar, pants on fire, her brain saw fit to taunt her, but she ignored it. Just like she’d been ignoring it all damn day. Just like she was hell-bent to continue ignoring it until she got good and damn ready to do otherwise. Oh, she was beyond curious as to what the envelope might hold. But she wasn’t planning to indulge that curiosity either.

“Well, if you’re not opening it, I am.” Alexa grabbed the red envelope and tore it open and Nicolette found herself torn between watching it happen and pretending complete and total disinterest and continuing to apply her makeup.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” red glitter clouded around Alexa almost as soon as she had the envelope fully open and all Nicolette could do was shrug and smirk at her friend. “I did try to warn you, Alexa.”

“You enjoy this.”

“Maybe just a little?” Nicolette stopped laughing for a second or two. The let down she felt at being right wasn’t something she felt like dealing with, so she pushed it out of her head. It didn’t matter anyway. She’d rather not focus on being right again and it’s implications or her deepest hopes.

Alexa grabbed for Nicolette’s favorite black lace tank top and wiped at her face, swearing again when all the glitter didn’t just come right off. She stomped her foot, whining and tugging at her pigtails. “Now I have to wash all this makeup off and redo it.”

“I’ll do it. I think I can actually lean into this whole glitter whore aesthetic you’ve got going on tonight. Did you learn a lesson though?”

Alexa flipped her the bird and sank back into the chair sitting in front of the vanity as she grumbled aloud, “Okay, Ms. Know it all. But I saw that disappointed look on your face when you were actually right.”

“That was more or less a look of disgust. You got glitter on my Louboutins, bitch.” Nicolette grabbed for her favorite black and red makeup brushes and set to work after priming Alexa’s face and fanning it so it might dry a little quicker.

At one point, she happened to glance down as the light caught on little flecks of red dotting her cleavage and she rolled her eyes in disdain. “Could you have gone elsewhere to open the damned card, Bliss?” with a pout.

Alexa gave a giggling shrug and shook her head no as Nikki Cross peeked in. “Thought ah ‘eard yellin.”

“It was Bliss. I told her to leave the glitter bomb card in my locker alone. She refused. Now we’re having to redo her entire face and not even ten minutes before the three of us all have to go down to the damn ring and face against Bayley and Sasha and their mysterious third.” Nicolette rolled her eyes and laughed softly, giving her friend a fond smile as she finished up with Alexa’s makeup.

“You’ve got glitter on your titties.” Alexa nodded at Nicolette’s cleavage and smirked at her friend.

“I noticed.” Nicolette replied dryly, grumbling as she grabbed for a makeup wipe and tried to get the sparkly red flecks off her skin.

Their theme music hit and the three of them made their way down to the ring, trying not to laugh about the whole incident as they did their promo against Bayley and Sasha and their mystery partner for the night.

–

“So, wot are yer big plans for t’night?” Nikki asked Nicolette.

“Well, as soon as we get back to the hotel and I’m out of these shoes, I’m going to change and go to Target.” Nicolette was already wiggling her feet free from the heels and giving a sharp hiss as she raised her foot and flexed her toes to give them room to breathe at last. “I will never.. And I mean ever.. Wear a brand new pair of heels without breaking them in first. Regardless of how good they may or may not make my ass look.”

“Oh come on! Come out with us.” Alexa was trying again to talk her into going out to a nightclub but Nicolette just wasn’t feeling it; especially not on Valentine’s day. No, she’d really rather not.

“I’d really rather not tonight…” Nicolette shrugged and Nikki eyed her, smirking.

“She’s got ‘erself a date.”

“If by date you mean Silence Of The Lambs, a bottle of wine and discounted Godiva chocolates, then yeah.. Yeah I do have a date.” Nicolette gave a smirk as Alexa eyed her. “You really hate Valentine’s day. This isn’t just a way to be contrary, you genuinely dislike it. Why though?”

“Because it’s bullshit. If you can’t love someone the entire year, why make a big fucking deal out of one day?” Nicolette shrugged as their SUV pulled to a stop in the parking lot of the hotel. She got out, stretching and grabbing her luggage from the back of the SUV, starting her walk towards the hotel lobby.

About halfway across the parking lot, she heard her name being shouted. She ignored it, kept walking. But just as she got to the doors, she felt a strong tap to her shoulder and she turned to find herself surrounded by Bo Dallas, Curtis Axel and Heath Slater.

“Boys. Hi.” Nicolette looked from man to man, her gaze lingering a second or two longer on Curtis as she gave hints of a teasing grin.

Curtis felt Heath nudging his elbow into his side and he cleared his throat, smirking as he held out a pair of bright red lace and a black lace bra. Heath snickered and Curtis spoke up. “These fell out of your bag. Fancy.”

“Oh my god.” Bo palmed his face and shook his head. Heath snickered at Curtis and Curtis gave a shrug, flashing that smirk at Nicolette as he held out the panties and bra to her. Nicolette reached for them, her hand brushing his and quickly pulling them free from his grasp. “Well they better be, I mean they’re fucking Agent Provocateur.”

Curtis chuckled and shrugged, gave her a blank look. “Either way, they fell on the pavement.” he raked his hand over the top of his head, biting his lip as he found his eyes fixed on her eyes. An almost milk chocolate-colored, he could’ve easily stood there staring at her all night, but somehow, he got the sense that she’d only be annoyed by it and that to an extent, she was used to it and hated it. “Happy Valentines Day.” he muttered the words and she gave a roll of her eyes.

It had him curious. She had him curious, actually. He’d never particularly paid her any certain amount of attention before, but right now? She had his full and undivided attention. At the very least, she seemed to be of a similar mindset to him in regards to Valentines.

“Discount chocolate day is better.” Nicolette quipped, biting her lip as she found herself kind of lingering her gaze on his mouth. The feel of his hand against her hand a few seconds before had been.. Unexpected but not entirely disliked either. She’d die before admitting it, of course, but the fact remained. Now that she was up close and personal with Curtis Axel, the man did have her intrigued just a little bit. “Is that all, Curtis?”

“Yeah.” Curtis managed to cough out the word because it suddenly hit him that at some point during their little exchange, she’d stepped closer and so had he and somehow, neither of them seemed to notice. However, he couldn’t help but notice that the second she did, she quickly stepped back and straightened herself up.

It made him smirk a little because that little flash in those eyes of hers told the tale clearly. He’d done something, he’d had some sort of effect on her.

“Well, I’m going in now.” Nicolette turned on her heels and slunk away and Curtis stared after her almost to a point where Heath reached out and lightly smacked him right in the back of his head. Bo cleared his throat, gesturing at the doors to the lobby. “Well?” Bo asked with a curious gleam in his eyes, “Aren’t you going to at least go say something else?”

“Nah. I got shit to do.” Curtis shrugged it off.

“Right.. Your plan of going up to your suite and shutting yourself in.”

“Still say you oughta come out with us, buddy.”

“I’d rather not.. Not tonight. Too much syrupy sweet shit. I don’t wanna bear witness to it.” Curtis rubbed his chin in thought, still staring intently at the lobby doors.

–

“Okay, let’s see here. I’ve got the wine.. I’ve got all the stuff to make myself fettuccine alfredo, I’ve got myself my favorite gelato, now let’s see if they have the chocolates marked down..” Nicolette turned the corner of the Valentine’s clearance aisle and smirked as her eyes settled on the Godiva chocolates on the top shelf. In her distraction, she managed to push her cart right into another cart.

Curtis grumbled and looked up from the box of dark chocolates he’d been thinking of buying, prepared to glare at whoever rammed him. When he saw Nicolette standing there, scrolling through her cell phone, he smirked to himself.

She’d changed clothes. Gone was the little black leather mini skirt and the low cut white v neck blouse. And gone were the heels.

… she’s so fucking tiny… the thought crawled across his mind lazily and he smirked just a little more.

He cleared his throat and spoke up, flashing her that smirk the entire time. “We have got to stop meeting like this. People are going to talk.”

Nicolette eyed Curtis with a raised brow. She smirked just slightly, shrugging. “Let them talk then. I’m just here to get stuff to cook tonight.”

“And wine, apparently.” Curtis chuckled.

Nicolette’s eyes settled on the case of beer and the juicy porterhouse steaks in his own cart and she felt her mouth-watering a little. Suddenly, just having fettuccine Alfredo, wine and chocolate was not nearly as filling as she’d originally thought.

“I mean speak for yourself, you’re the one who has a case of glorified horse piss in their own cart.”

“Beer is not that bad. It’s not fruity.”

“Exactly. It’s bitter and gross and it smells like an old gym sock.” Nicolette teased, her eyes darting over him while he was rifling through the boxes on the shelf in front of them. Her own eyes settled upwards, towards the top shelf chocolates.

The Godiva white chocolate truffles, to be precise.

Rather than ask for help, she gripped the shelf above her head and stepped onto the lowest shelf. From beside her, Curtis happened to glance up from the box of Hershey’s dark in his hand just in time to see her trying to reach for the box of white chocolate Godiva over her head. He snickered and stepped up, one hand bracing her lower back and the other reaching up, grabbing it lazily.

“Your overpriced glorified vanilla.” Curtis quipped as he held it out to her and watched her do it again, step away from him a little too quickly while staring just a little too long and biting that pouty little lower lip. “It’s not vanilla. I mean, at any rate, it’s better than Cella’s.”

“Oh god, anything is better than Cella’s. Cella’s is disappointment in a box.” Curtis spoke up quietly, stepping closer all over again, mostly just to see what she’d do. She stepped away, giving him a raised brow. But she smirked and nodded.

Her eyes settled on his steaks for a third time and he just wasn’t the kind of guy to not at least offer, so he spoke up. “You’re going to starve with all those empty calories, princess. How about you let me cook you an actual meal, yeah?”

“My name is Nicolette.” Nicolette made a point to say it, even though she was more than a little affected by the nickname.

“Oh, but I think you’ve made it blatantly obvious princess suits you better.” Curtis was stepping a little closer again. She backed away, eyeing him, her mouth opening and closing. Clearly, she wasn’t used to a man holding their own against her little tactics.

“I did no such thing!” Nicolette was doing her best to seem offended. Even as the heat rose to her cheeks and she felt her thighs clench tighter than if they’d been bound by molasses.

Curtis caught that little look in her eyes and smirked, his eyes flickering over her body and an amused gleam in his own eyes. “Just save us both the hassle and give in. No catch. No expectations. Or are you too scared, hm?”

“Oh, I’m not scared at all. Fine. I accept your dinner proposal. Only if you let me make the Alfredo I was planning to make too. Hell, I’ll even throw a little culture into the mix for you in the form of this red wine.”

“You can honestly keep your wine, princess. But I will let you make your alfredo.”

Nicolette was left gaping as soon as he walked towards the register, stopping at the end of the aisle to wait on her, chuckling to himself.

How the fuck had he gotten her to agree to a dinner date?

“Hope he knows I am not getting dressed up all over again… Okay, maybe just a little.. My silk pajamas..” Nicolette mused to herself as she started to push the cart to catch up to him.

“You’re something else, sir.”

“Sir, huh?” Curtis stopped pushing his cart towards the self-check lane to look back at her. “It’s Curtis.”

“Well, Curtis. Are you opposed to Silence Of The Lambs? Because I always watch that on.. This particular hell day.”

“It puts the lotion on it’s skin or else it gets the hose again.” Curtis chuckled as he quoted the line from the movie. Nicolette gave a quiet giggle and added, “A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.”

“This is going to be an interesting night, I’m guessing?” Curtis remarked as he rang up the steaks, his chocolates and the pint of rocky road he’d gotten himself and the case of beer. Nicolette rang up her own purchases and after a few seconds, she had to agree. “I think so. It’s better than me, picking apart the movie all by myself I suppose.”

“You’re just not willing to admit that maybe it’ll be fun, huh?” Curtis smirked as he met her gaze.

“Ask me after it’s all over.”

“Noted.”

#curtis axel fanfiction #curtis axel fanfic #curtis axel fic #curtis axel oneshot #curtis axel imagine #// anti valentines day fluff for the win yeah?

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thedeviltohisangel · 5 years

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Headlights On The Highway//3//Watch That Scene

70s AU; Michael teaches Violet how to be a dancer.

masterlist link in my bio!

let me know what you guys think and what you’d like to see/what you think will happen in future chapters!

“I can’t do anything right!” Violet stomped her foot as the pencil she applied to her eyebrow turned out to be her red lip liner. It was turning out to be one of those days. Her morning had started with the zipper to her bell bottoms snapping, her afternoon had brought on sugar on her fries instead of salt and now, only a bit before she was supposed to go out and dance, she had a red streak in her eyebrow.

“When you make a mistake, you just have to own it. Lean into it. Rock those red brows!” Colette, the most senior dancer at the club, sat down next to her and plucked the red pencil from her hand. “Make it your thing, baby doll.”

“You really think I can pull this off?” Michael had mainly been having her work as a waitress for the private tables. He had told Violet that she needed to build up her confidence before he could trust her dancing in the middle of the floor. After one of the dancers had booked a private night with one of his business partners, it was her turn to step up.

“I think you can pull off anything that you tell yourself you can.”

“But, Mr. Langdon-”

“Does not give a fuck what you put on your face as long as your booty shakes, you make the blood pump in the people watching you and their dollar bills go flying.” Colette finished the strokes through her hair and tilted Violet’s chin so she was looking at herself in the mirror. “Now how about that?” It was different. Certainly different. But not a bad different. The girl, or woman now, looking back at her looked strong. Like she wasn’t going to take no for answer. Like she didn’t even need to ask you because there was nothing she couldn’t do herself.

“I look like I’m ready to dance!”

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The platform looked daunting as Violet made her way towards it. She walked with purpose and clarity like she had been trained, fluttering her lashes at anyone who looked at her and letting her fingertips trail across the patrons that seem a bit more enamored by her. Her mind focused on the beat of the music that was pounding throughout the club. Violet tried to match her steps and hips to it as she stepped onto the circular platform in the middle of the dancefloor. There were other dancers scattered around her, all doing their own things, and she closed her eyes before taking a deep breath and following their lead. She let the bass control the beating of her heart. Closed her eyes and pretended she was back in her bedroom at home, where she had been practicing in the mirror all day. She messed her hair up with her fingers and made sultry eye contact with members of the crowd that was growing around her. Her style was more teasing than some of the other dancers. Most of them liked to flash some skin and spread their legs and let the audience know exactly what it was that they weren’t seeing. That they weren’t allowed to touch. Violet strung her audience along like they were going to catch a glimpse of her like that and then pluck it from right in front of their eyes. Her skin was the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden. They’d have to commit sins rival to that of Michael Langdon to see any further inches of her.

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“For a rookie you were pretty damn good,” Anita said as Violet walked into the dressing room once the club was closed for the night. She blushed under her praise and that of the other girls who patted her on the back as she walked to her seat at the mirror.

“Thank you. I was super nervous and unsure but I guess it went okay. I didn’t fall off the platform like I thought I would.” They all giggled.

“I think that was all of ours biggest worry. And how to handle the customers.” Some of them raised their brows and turned back to what they were doing. Some scoffed at Anita’s admission. Others looked sheepish as though they remembered their first time with a man who got too handsy and they wished they didn’t.

“I hadn’t thought of that...maybe I should.”

“If a customer gets too aggressive, Miss Violet, then you can come directly to me.” Their backs went ramrod straight as Michael walked into the dressing room, their girlish laughter covering up the signature sound his gold boots made that normally would alert them to his arrival. “May I have a moment alone with Violet, ladies?” None of them even looked at him as they kept their heads down and scurried out of the room. Violet had been surprised at first how even the most outspoken of the girls shrunk when Michael spoke to them. The power he commanded and deference he demanded made their personality die on their tongue.

“I hope you enjoyed my dance tonight, Mr. Langdon.” Violet kept her voice smile. Until she knew the kind of mood that Michael was in, she presented herself as meek and malleable.

“For a first timer it was alright. There is improvement to be made.” She nodded eagerly. It wasn’t entirely bad criticism. It meant she would be able to keep her job. And her head.

“The next opportunity I have, I will improve.”

“I’m sure you will.” He walked measuredly to the chair next to her, straddling it so the back was against the front of his chest. “You strike me as a smart girl, Violet, so can I ask a question and expect an intelligent response?”

“Should I be familiar with the subject matter then I suppose so, yes.” Michael smirked.

“What possessed you into making your eyebrows red tonight?” Her heart stilled. Her breath got caught in her throat. She opened her mouth as though tasting the air could provide her with a blueprint on how to respond.

“I was so nervous about tonight that I...I wasn’t paying attention to the pencil I grabbed. I thought it was my brow pencil but it was my lipliner and-”

“I fucking loved it.” That silenced her. He looked at her with a twinkle to his eye. Like there was a future he was seeing and there was no way she could ever know about it.

“Well, thank you. I guess it was a happy accident then. They made me feel like a different person out there.”

“I didn’t hire you to be a different person. I hired you to be Violet.” She didn’t know whether to take that as a compliment or a threat. No one ever knew how to take what Michael said. “Can I see how the red would have looked on your lips instead of your eyebrows?” Violet nodded and stayed still as he took the towel she had been using to clean her face and gently swiped it across her lips to remove the color that had been there, clearing her eyebrows back to their natural color next. His elegant fingers gripped the lip liner and she held her breath as he leaned closer to apply it. It was the softest touch she had ever experienced, the way he gently traced her lips and looked as though he was mesmerized in the process. Violet felt the undeniable urge to lean forward and connect their lips but she knew better. Michael Langdon initiated the things he wanted, it was never the other way around.

“Does it look better?” she whispered after he had finished filling in the outline. Instead of answering, he pressed every inch of his plush lips against hers. When he pulled away they were a brilliant red and looking more gorgeous than they had mere seconds ago. The kiss had been so fleeting that Violet was left wondering if she had just imagined it. If Michael Langdon’s lips just looked so kissable that the mind took it into its own hands.

“I’m gonna pick you up tomorrow morning. Dress comfortably.” Abruptly, he stood up and left the room in a flourish of power and energy the way he always did.

“Holy shit, Violet!” She turned to see multiple heads peeking out from around the corner. They had seen and heard everything.

“He kissed you!” Oh. So she hadn’t imagined that.

“What does it mean?” she asked in a tone that almost sounded pleading.

“He’s never done this with a dancer before so it’s new territory for all of us.”

“I mean, he’s slept with some of us before but he’s never kissed any of us outside of his room.” Everything they were saying was not doing anything to stop Violet’s head from spinning. New and uncharted territory was not where she thrived.

“I’m gonna be sick,” she moaned. Unfortunately, she recognized the shade of red that flecked her vomit.

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Violet wore her favorite overalls for Michael the following morning. They were a mustard yellow with an embroidered owl on the front. She thinks he would have preferred she not wear a shirt underneath them but had decided to play it safe and throw a navy blue button up with white and orange flowers on underneath. After the tension that had existed between the two of them yesterday, she thinks it was best she keep the showing skin to a minimum. She was sure it was some sort of Satanic intervention that he pulled up in front of her building as soon as she stepped outside.

“Perfect timing,” she smiled as he got out of the car to open the passenger door for her.

“You’ll find, Violet, that very little in my life is serendipitous.” Michael possessed nothing if not forethought. He prided himself on always being two steps ahead of his opponents. It was how he had gotten this far in life. He smirked her over the top of the door as she slid into the seat.

“Are we going to another one of your business meetings?” She didn’t want to. The last one had left her emotionally and psychologically scared but if that was what Michael was going to ask of her, then what choice did she have?

“No...I thought you could use some dance practice and considering it only matters if I like your dancing, I thought I should be your instructor.” His smile was beyond mischievous. Violet doesn’t think there was a word invented yet to explain the serpentine way his lips bared against his teeth. It was like he knew you were going to have the time of your life and he would be the reason for it and in return you would owe him your life. She thinks it might already be too late for her to escape such a fate.

“The club was back that way.” She turned her head to watch the missed road fade from view.

“I’m not taking you to the club.”

“Well-”

“Don’t ask, Violet, because I am not going to tell you. In fact,” he paused and reached one arm behind his chair to rummage around for something. “Put this on.” It was orange, black, white and brown in a chevron pattern.

“It’s a little warm for a scarf.”

“Over your eyes. Jesus, if I have to spell all these things out to you then maybe you aren’t deserving of my help.” Her eyes rolled at the dramatic tone he had taken but that was just Michael. He was very easily thrown off if he interpreted that things were not going his way or how he had anticipated.

“What sort of demonic ritual are you doing with your hands?” he asked as she finished tying the scarf around her eyes as was tapping her fingers around her chest in a pattern.

“It’s the cross, Michael! The opposite of demonic!”

“Opposite to your indoctrinated idea of demons, perhaps, but not to mine.”

“Well, pardon me for being worried that I am in the car with you, no idea where we are going and the last time I was in this situation ended in-”

“This is your one and only warning to keep your fucking mouth shut for the entirety of this excursion or I will make sure it remains permanently shut.” Violet blinked back the tears that threatened to fall after his verbal lashing. “Clear?”

“Crystal.”

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It was a cabin in the woods that Michael had brought her too. It was large and secluded and Violet it would be the perfect place for him to murder someone. He most likely had.

“In here.” His voice called her over from where she was standing in the doorway and taking in the house and the moment. She followed the sounds of Dolly Parton to an empty room with walls of mirrors.

“What do you normally use this room for?” she questioned.

“Kind of sexy, right? The mirrors?” She chuckled slightly at the image of Michael using this as a sort of sex dungeon in the middle of the woods.

“Kind of,” she mused as a way to humor him. His fingers raised the volume on the song as he produced a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

“Show me what you got.”

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Violet felt like she had been dancing for hours. Somewhere along the way she had discarded her overalls and was now in just her button up and her red, white and orange underwear. She had to admit that the mirrors were kind of making it more sexy. It allowed her to watch herself and there was something about the sheen of sweat to her skin and the mussed nature of her hair that made her feel empowered. “You’re hips need to move a bit more like you know how to have sex.”

“I’m trying like I’ve seen in the movies but I guess it’s not working.” She blew a piece of hair out of her face.

“Let me.” He came up behind her and settled his hands on her hips, lifting her shirt slightly so he could get access to her bare skin. “Follow my lead.” Hall & Oates came on next as Michael molded her back to his front and began to step to the beat and guide her hips with his. It was all very intimate and sensual to Violet. She was no longer merely blushing but was burning red. There was a bulge pressing between the cheeks of her bottom and it spurred her hips on faster and smoother and more languid.

“How was that?” she asked with a slight pant to her voice as the song came to an end. He chose not to use his words to answer and instead used his teeth. They nipped gently at the sensitive skin behind her ear, Violet dropping her head to her shoulder to offer him all of her.

“Something about you Violet...it’s going to be the death of me.” It sounded like a secret shared between two lovers. Like she was the only person in the world he could be fully vulnerable with-mind, body and soul. He had plenty of people in his life that he had bared himself to physically. But never mentally or emotionally. Maybe, for the sake of his own health, he should consider doing so. Consider doing so with Violet.

“Kiss me, Michael Langdon.” He spun her around and pushed her against the mirror they had been dancing into and pinned her wrists above her head as his lips claimed hers. She ached to tangle her fingers through his hair but his grip wouldn’t let her. Violet tried to hook her leg around his waist to urge him closer and keep him against her but he was sturdy in his positioning. Naturally, her hips began to move against him in need for relief of the heat that he was causing to pool in her lower stomach. When he pushed back just a little bit, she gasped and he slipped his tongue past her lips. She swears she heard him moan into her mouth and she wears that it was the most heavenly thing she has ever experienced. Just as she felt his hands beginning to loosen around her own, he abruptly ripped himself off of her. “Did I do something wrong?” she inquired as he turned his back to her.

“Yes.” But he didn’t elaborate any further.

“I’m sorry.” He grabbed the pile of her clothes from the corner and threw them in her direction.

“Get dressed. You being in your underwear doesn’t help the situation.” Quickly, she pulled on her clothes and even went to the door and grabbed her shoes for good measure. “I didn’t say to leave, Violet!”

“I was just grabbing my shoes. Covering up as much as possible.” Sheepishly, she stood in the doorway and looked at the ground.

“You’re intoxicating. And I have enough vices to satisfy me without the deadliest of them all to the pile.”

“Michael, I’m not-”

“It’s what you represent, Violet. What you make me think about.” She wouldn’t know for quite some time what it was that he was talking about. It was a dirty word to Michael. Something he had never believed in and had built up a tolerance to. It was, potentially, the only thing that could crumble down the empire he sat atop. He’d have to repent that night with the dirtiest whores in the city just for even thinking it. For stopping himself short of deflowering Violet right then and there in the cabin. It was like vinegar in his soul.

Love.

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rnemory · 6 years

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Had a dream where I was about to go to work and suddenly had the urge to cut my hair into a bob. So I tried my best and it turned out to be a shitty, thin, feathered outward mess. I felt okay about it but when I got to work none of my coworkers commented on it. No compliments and not even a "did you cut your hair??" I knew it must be bad.

While I'm about to start doing my job I realize that during my hair commotion, I completely forgot to get dressed for work. My supervisor notices and admonishes me for it. Embarrassed I quickly start to change then and there. I rip my pants down. I forget I have cuts all over my legs.

My supervisor goes "Woah! Uh!" in an offended tone. Probably at the fact that I just pulled my pants down in front of him. But then I look at him and see him register the fact that my legs are shredded. Numb and ashamed, I drop my eyes down and mechanically finish getting dressed. "Oh, sorry! Hah!...." I say as I pull different pants back on. "It's okay...." he says in that tone that means to be sweet but comes off as suspicious.

I hear the time clock beep in the next room and hear the voice of the coworker I have a crush on. Fuck. He's here today. We never work together. Of course it's today. But even then, still being a tad bit pleased at the prospect of seeing him. I catch my reflection and my face looks puffy and undefined, my eyebrows almost completely bare, my bob more of an uneven lob that's ends are curled outward. This won't do.

I decide my new mission will be to fill in my eyebrows and try to force my bob to curl inward using sink water and my hands. How hard could it be to find someone with some sort of makeup pallet in their purse. I look around and almost all of my coworkers are boys. But I have one girl coworker. I go to her desk and she's not there. I'm about to dig through her purse when I see a pallet poking out of her lower cabinet. Its mainly primary colors, what you'd find in the simplest crayons packages. I figure I can find a way to use the black and light brown and make it work.

I quickly grab it and leave her office. As I walk towards the kitchen she spots me and yells across the office "Memory! That stuff is lipliner!" All of my other coworkers' attentions are brought to me. I stare at her, unsure of what to do. "Its lipliner" she repeats. I don't care, I'm feeling more and more disgusting by the minute, I need to do my eyebrows. "Cool, can I use it?" I ask. "Yeah! It looks really good on cheeks if you just--" at this point I'm out of earshot.

I get to the kitchen and the coworker I like is in there. Great. I avoid looking at or talking to him and he doesn't seem to notice or mind. He never does. I desperately look for anything I can use to apply lipliner to my eyebrows. I go into the pantry, which is its own room, and close the door behind me. I take a breath. Alone finally.

As I search the shelves for a makeshift makeup tool, I begin to feel a wash of melancholy over my anxiety. I lament the fact that no one close to me has ever found out about my cutting, and now the supervisor that I hate knows my most intimate secret. I keep searching. I turn around and three of my newest coworkers are getting out from behind a rack. They look at me cautiously and guiltily, as if to say they didn't mean to see me like this and they wish they hadn't. I want to be infuriated at the fact people were hiding in the pantry and experiencing me in a vulnerable moment, but all I feel is shame. Had I said any of my thoughts out loud? Do they know I'm a cutter now? Do they know I'm pathetic? Hopefully not.

The dream ends before I ever make it to the bathroom to fix myself up.

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fashiontrendin-blog · 6 years

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The world's top makeup artists predict the beauty look Meghan Markle will choose on her big day

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The world's top makeup artists predict the beauty look Meghan Markle will choose on her big day

While the country counts down to the hottest wedding of the year, we’ve got one major question about Prince Harry and Meghan Markle’s Royal wedding.

Which beauty look will she go for? Will she play it safe and opt for a classic look or go bold? Jade Beer, the author of The Almost Wife, has answers.

She spoke to the top makeup artists in the industry to find out their predictions for Meghan’s big day beauty look. Prepare for some serious inspo…

Sophie McMullan, Beautisserie

I know Meghan is a fan of Giorgio Armani Luminous Silk Foundation, which I favour too. It photographs beautifully, feels light on the skin and has a buildable coverage that looks natural. She always likes to have her freckles showing through her base, and this allows for that, whilst still covering any imperfections and redness. For longevity, she may want a primer, her day-to-day favourite being Laura Mercier’s Illuminating Primer [now called Tinted Moisturizer], which she often wears alone. But for her big day, it’s best to go with one that has fewer light-reflecting properties, as these will make her look blown out in the flash photography.

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Meghan’s favourite eye pencil, MAC’s Teddy, is also a staple in my kit. It’s a beautiful warm brown that has hints of bronzy golden tones which will bring out the warmth in her eyes. It’s also one you can use inside the waterline, should she want to intensify the look for evening. For lips, instead of her usual Charlotte Tilbury Very Victoria, which is a brown-toned nude, I’d urge her to go for a fresher, pinkier shade such as Pillow Talk. A cult classic blusher, and one you’ll find in Meghan’s make-up bag, is Orgasm by Nars. This might be a little too shimmery for the classic bridal look I’m sure Meghan is going for, so I’d be tempted to use a similar peachy tone but one that has more of a satin finish. I’d then use highlighter over the top with strategic placement; cheekbones, bridge of nose, inner corners of eyes and Cupid’s bow. I favour Becca’s, as they’re not chunky or glittery and give you that ‘glowing from within’ look.

Without question, eyelash curlers are integral. I use these on every single client of mine, wedding or otherwise. Meghan likes a very polished look, and these will help her achieve that perfectly – they’ll open up her eyes, making them look bigger, and lift her lashes so they’re more visible and therefore look longer. Shu Uemura’s have been in my kit since the beginning of my career – I cannot live without them. As an extra tip, she should start with waterproof mascara, then a thickening mascara, then apply waterproof again to seal it all in, bullet-proof.

Zoe Taylor, Chanel

Meghan is such a natural beauty with great skin, but even so I would always start with a mask, to help her to relax and enjoy her day – it’s also a great way to get skin prepped for a wedding. Sisley Black Rose is such a favourite of mine – it’s so luxurious and works very efficiently. It is important to use a good primer; Chanel Le Blanc is great and helps with the longevity of make-up.

Then I would use a very light foundation or tinted moisturiser (I think Chanel Les Beiges Tinted Moisturizers are great, as the formula is light but with nice coverage), plus concealer to even out skintone. Charlotte Tilbury’s The Retoucher is good, as it can be used as a concealer and a brightener. Meghan’s brows are so perfect, I would just set them with Troy Surratt and if they needed any tiny bits filled in I would use Chanel Stylo Sourcils brow pencil, as this is a very natural way to add in brow hairs.

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Meghan doesn’t need so much eye make-up as she has a beautiful natural contour around her eyes, so I would concentrate on a soft brown liner (Tom Ford Eye Kohl Intense in Metallic Mink) blended into the lash line on top, and a curled lash. A little soft highlight of colour over the lids to help set the liner (Decorte Eye Glow Gem in BE390) is stunning.

A waterproof mascara is ESSENTIAL – Chanel Le Volume de Chanel Waterproof Mascara is great.

I’d use just a healthy flush of colour on the cheeks – Chanel Rouge Coco Lip Blush is great for achieving sheer, buildable colour. To finish, I’d apply natural lip liner to add a tiny hint of definition, and a fresh rosebud lip colour. Chantecaille Lip Chic in Camellia would be lovely, or Chanel Rouge Coco Shine in Boy if she wanted a hint of colour and healthy shine.

Anna Priadka, Makeup54

Meghan needs colours and textures that won’t date – so that in 50 years’ time, people will look back and still think her make-up looks modern and elegant. You only need to look at Princess Diana’s wedding make-up to see that – it still looks fresh and beautiful now.

Getting Meghan’s complexion right is crucial and she should never compromise with a cheap base. A long-wear, transfer-resistant foundation, a concealer and powder are musts. Primer will also come in handy, to help your make-up wear more evenly throughout the day. Getting a professional shade match is super important. Meghan will be having lots of photos on the day, and will possibly be wearing a low-cut dress or having her shoulders on show, so her base must match the colour of her body.

I think Meghan’s make-up looks great day to day, so I’m sure her wedding make-up will be a hit. She seems to know her own face and what suits her. However, as a tip to all brides-to-be, don’t go with what’s trending. The Instagram-effect, overly highlighted, immaculately contoured look may be what’s in now, but in 30 years’ time it won’t be.

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Charlotte Tilbury

Skincare is always so important but especially in the lead-up to your wedding, so that you’ll have the most perfect skin on the day. I always say you can’t have a beautiful painting without a beautiful canvas. I believe that the key to magic skin is looking after and maintaining the best skin of your life, and in order to look gorgeous and flawless on your special day, glowing, luminous skin is a must.

I follow the same skincare routine every day. The first thing I do in the morning to get my instant glow is cleanse with my Multi-Miracle Glow balm. Enriched with vitamins and floral extracts, this cleanser gives the complexion a youth boost. I then multi-mask with my Goddess-Skin Clay Mask, followed by my Instant Magic Facial Dry Sheet Mask. The glow-giving, lifting effects last for eight hours – this is also perfect to use on the morning of the wedding to prep your complexion before applying make-up.

Then my Magic Cream will give every bride the perfect glowing base for her big day. After that, I’ll apply either my ‘Gisele-in-a-jar’ Wonderglow (it has a fluorescent core technology which means it soft-focuses lines and pores and re-emits natural light from your skin, giving you a natural, lit-from-within radiance) or my Brightening Youth Glow, my magic skin solution which instantly blurs, brightens and smooths for the most gorgeous, glowing, dewy, ethereal complexion – I liken it to Liv Tyler in The Lord Of The Rings.

To conceal tired eyes from a sleepless night, every bride needs my Mini Miracle Eye Wand – it’s like eight hours’ sleep in a wand. It has a peptide-packed serum that helps to smooth the appearance of fine lines, and an illuminator with a magic ingredient called a million lights that bounces out any darkness that gathers in the under-eye domes for more wide-awake, bigger, brighter-looking eyes. To conceal imperfections, use my The Retoucher – it acts like a natural plaster to help disguise blemishes. Use it anywhere you need a bit more coverage for a flawless finish.

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For foundation, if you’re looking for a natural, flawless, glow-giving finish, try my Light Wonder Foundation. Or, for fuller coverage with a hydrating, flawless finish, my Magic Foundation feels as light as air on the skin and the Supercharged Vitamin C ingredient helps give a matte appearance, perfect for any wedding-day nerves. Remember, at your wedding, you’ll spend a lot of your time outside, so you must find the perfect foundation to match your skintone; check the colour in natural daylight. Get your biggest, brightest, most sparkling-looking eyes EVER for your wedding day with my brand-new Bigger, Brighter Eyes eyeshadow palettes, which enhance the appearance of eye size. Inspired by those sparkling, eye-widening filters on social media, I have colour-curated and coded the palettes using those gorgeous universal reddy tones which naturally colour contrast and brighten the iris to make the eyes look instantly bigger and brighter. It’s what I call ‘putting the lights into the eyes’.

Once your make-up look is complete, it’s important to finish with a finely milled powder to lock it in effortlessly and keep everything from slipping, from the walk down the aisle to the party. It also removes any unwanted shine for all your gorgeous wedding photos. My Airbrush Flawless Finish powder will blur away any lines or imperfections to softly mattify and keep everything in place – it’s like the highest-thread-count cashmere for your skin. It is also enriched with rose wax and almond oil so it won’t sit heavily on the skin. I only like to use powders on the T-zone – down the nose, on the chin and across the forehead. I always keep the cheekbones free of powder so that they remain dewy and catch the light.

Keep a well-sharpened lipliner close by – this will be your best friend. Not only does it literally resize and reshape your lips, but you can also use it as a stencil to make your lipstick last longer.

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If you want to draw attention to your lips, you can easily modernise your bridal look by opting for a matte-textured lipstick. My Matte Revolution lipstick doesn’t dry the lips and stays put, even on your wedding day. My Very Victoria and Pillow Talk shades are gorgeous dreamy nudes for your wedding-day lip – perfect for the first kiss as a married couple!

Lisa Potter-Dixon, Benefit

Meghan’s signature look consists of gorgeous dewy skin, bronzer, great brows, liner, lashings of mascara and a nude lip. This is definitely a look that I could see her creating for the big day. It’s simple and timeless and would look gorgeous in the world’s press pictures.

For brides, I always say that great brows and base are key. Using a fibre gel through your brows (such as Gimme Brow+) is a must, as it gives a natural, soft finish. Base wise, primers are a great way to keep your make-up in place for longer, as well as helping you get a flawless finish. Stick to the foundation you know and love. Meghan is going to have the world’s press snapping her every move, so she should avoid an oily formulation. Don’t let your make-up artist convince you to wear something you’re not comfortable with – there’s nothing worse than feeling you have tons of make-up on when you prefer a natural finish, and the reverse is also true if you prefer a heavy base.

Eye wise, a bronze smokey look is always a winner. Remember, you want your pics to be timeless. If you want to change up your look from day to night, add a bright lip or a touch of sparkle in the centre of your eye for evening. Never compromise on time – make sure you give yourself plenty to get ready. Trust me, this is coming from a girl who did her wedding make-up in three minutes and 56 seconds (yep, my dad timed it and put in in his speech!).

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Fred Letailleur, YSL Beauté

Touche Éclat is a not only a bridal must-have, but it’s also a favourite of Meghan Markle’s. It will erase signs of fatigue and you can trust it to keep you looking rested for the whole wedding day. Face primers are also a wedding staple. Apply Blur Primer with your fingers or a flat foundation brush to keep your skin radiant, matte, soft and silky; it will smooth out any open pores or uneven skin texture. All Hours Foundation, which comes in 22 different skintones and three undertones, is a great high-coverage, smudge-proof foundation for weddings as it lasts 24 hours on any skin type. Always invest in a fresh mascara to avoid clumpy lashes on the day – my favourite is False Lash Effect Mascara for natural added volume. Finish with two sprays of YSL Hydrating Setting Spray – it refreshes and hydrates the skin and will stop make-up from looking cakey.

Debbie Finnegan, MAC

For Meghan I would recommend: MAC Mineralize Timecheck Lotion to blur and perfect for an instant ‘beauty filter’ vibe; MAC Strobe Cream in Peachlite for a fresh, youthful luminosity that would complement her skin; MAC Studio Fix Fluid Foundation SPF15 applied in a sheer way to allow her beautiful freckles to show but still give a long- lasting, fresh, natural coverage and finish. MAC Eye Shadow x 9 in Amber Times Nine would contain all of the soft Champagne and golden shades needed to subtly enhance Meghan’s eyes in an absolutely princess-like manner. I’d team this with a long-wearing black liner and a waterproof mascara.

As a final touch, I’d use a light wash of MAC Viva Glam V Lipstick to gently enhance her lip tone, as its golden fleck would be just enough to catch the light.

Brides should avoid major fake-tanning sessions if they want to look fresh and healthy. I’d also advise not being too heavy-handed with highlighters – your wedding day is not the time to bring out your inner Wizard Of Oz Tin Man!

All brides need long-wearing products and I would recommend an eye primer like MAC Prep + Prime 24 Hour Extend Eye Base which can drastically increase the length of wear of your eyeshadow. Ensuring skin looks amazing from morning to night means finding the right formula and shade to perfectly match your skin type and tone. We have 50+ shades of Studio Fix Foundation available, so finding your exact shade is super easy.

A good powder to set your make-up is also vital for summer weddings. Ideally it should be oil absorbing, with minimal coverage, and not contain talc, as this can cause it to change colour in oily areas. For this reason, MAC Blot Powder is an essential product for all my brides.

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chelsorz07 · 7 years

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the best part about these is I don’t look at my old answers beforehand

Who reads my surveys? Nobody? Thought so. Okay.

Have you ever had a panic attack? many, thanks. Probably several hundred, but I haven’t had one in a long time. Mostly because I never leave my house. Where is the person who has your heart at the moment? home, HQ, idk. I think he’s on nights this hitch, so work, till 6am. Do you think relationships are hard? they can be. I think everything is hard. But I mean you still gotta try. Otherwise you’re just alone and miserable forever and that’s no fun. Do you think you have made a difference in anyone's life? i try. I think there are people who will remember me, but I don’t necessarily believe that I’ve had a life-changing impact. Are you a type of person who cares what people say about you? nooope. Not really. Unless they have some sort of legitimate authority over me. Like my boss. But even then I don’t dwell on it. A minimum wage job isn’t worth fretting over. Has anyone lied to you today? probably. I don’t think so. Most of my conversations today haven’t been serious enough to warrant a lie. Have you recently lost someone that means everything to you? i definitely have not. Nope. If you get a chance to move somewhere, where would you move? actually i wouldn't even mind staying in bradford, as long as i could just get out of this house. I WANT TO GO HOMEEEE. When's the last time you wanted to punch someone in the face? last night playing mario party with amanda, gary, and aaron. Not sure. Oh yeah, this bitch in front of me at the ATL show that kept twerking her ass on me to push me back when I was trying to get to my sister. Do you understand football? i loooove football. of course i understand it. The fooseball is my life. Well not quite that severe. But yeah I get it and I need it. What is your favorite cartoon character? used to be patrick. now i don't really have one. cartoons make me rage. Experiment 626. At the moment, do you terribly miss someone? well gary's here but i still miss her cuz i only got to spend like 12 hours with her yesterday and i don't know if i'll be able to see her again before she leaves. All my people in Bradford, and my friend Faith because I haven’t seen her since April even though she literally lives like 2 miles away. What time did you wake up this morning? i didn't even get home till quarter to 6...got up at quarter to 9. My alarm was set for 9:30...Think I woke up sometime between 8:30 and 9. Do you like to cuddle/snuggle? love it. I do but I don’t. Because like cuddling is nice but I also have trouble breathing. Who was the last person you held hands with? dave. Dave is the only person I hold hands with. Are you texting anyone? yep. Talking to Dave and Mike on fb messenger. Are you a morning person or a night person? night. My body is neither. My brain is a night person. Do you believe that everything happens for a reason? it should. Who the hell knows. Do you like taking walks in the middle of the night? yeahhh. I used to. Don’t care for taking walks at all these days. What is your biggest annoyance at the moment? i have to do a bunch of shit today before i can leave...but i'm not coming home the rest of the weekend so it's all good. I’m itchy. Psoriasis probs. Who did you last take a picture with? gary and amanda. Haaaang on I have to check my camera. Maranda, on my birthday. What are you going to do tomorrow? there's a very small chance i'll go to state park to eat with the family, and then hopefully we're camping. but we always say we're camping and we never do. so i'm not optimistic. Whole lotta nothin’, and probably a load of laundry. Have you ever thrown something at anyone? all the time. I mean not like with intent to injure them. But I do tend to throw shit occasionally. Not actual shit. I’m not a baboon. Have you ever been called a bitch? i am a bitch. so yeah. This will never change. Are you currently mad at someone? no. just annoyed with my parents. Not really. I’ve actually been feeling pretty good lately. If you could have anything right now, what would it be? money. Money and not heartburn. Do you want to have children? not anytime in the forseeable future. Yeah but I don’t get emotional about it anymore because I know I don’t have my shit together enough to be responsible for the life of another human being. Plus, yaknow, I haven’t had sex in six months. Can you recall the last time you liked someone a lot? now. Currently. Has anyone put their arms around you in the past 5 days? yesss ^_^ No because he’s been gone for 5 days. It’s actually been about a week and a half. What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? this morning. um...i cleared stuff off my bed. Peed, probably. Smoked a cigarette, definitely. Does cuddling freak you out? not even remotely. Just when I start suffocating. Last person you saw other than family? gary, aaron, and amanda. My old Elder-Beerman friends. I visited them after work today. Are you happy? toats!! I don’t know as I’d go that far but I do feel better than I have in months. Were you single on your last birthday? no. I was not.

Do you talk a lot? way too much. I can, when it’s been too long since I’ve had human contact. I also talk to myself, and to my cats. But I like my quiet time too. Do you ignore people when you're mad/upset with them? usually. I ignore people pretty much always. Who was the last person to go to the movies with you? marty. yeah. i haven't been to the movies in almost 2 years. Dave. It was over a year ago though. We’re not theater people. I just REALLY wanted to see Mike and Dave Need Wedding Dates. Who do you turn to when you're down? friends. My Marshie ♥ Do you swear a lot? all the damn time. Can’t not. I swear so much it’s not even swearing anymore. Are there any bruises on your body? yes! don't ask. lol Yeah idk what happened I think one of the tote bag hanger things at work attacked me. Have you ever had stitches? when i got my tonsils out. Yes. Tonsils and gallbladder. Would you go out with someone right now if they asked? i'm already with someone. Sorry, I’s a taken woman. Do you think you can last in a relationship for six months? i can. If the last eight years are anything to go by, I’d say so. Have you ever slept on a couch with someone of the opposite sex? futon, couch, whatevs. Yup. Who was the last person you had a serious conversation with? dude the four of us spent like five hours just talking about shit last night. Probably Amanda. That’s who I have all my serious conversations with. When you meet the right person, do you fall fast? yes. i sure as hell did this time. I guess so. What did you do last night? tanning with amanda, dinner with her and gary, then we went to olean, hung out with the guys downtown for a while, and went back to gary's uncle's house and played the Wii until 5am lol Watched Shameless and cried about Mickey. Again. What's one thing you're tired of? being controlled. Being poor and being sad all the time. Also heartburn. Are you a jealous person? no. Ehh. Not really. What were you doing at 8:00 this morning? fuckin' sleeping. Very close to waking up. I had a weird dream but don’t remember what it was about. Do you say sexy a lot? i hate that word. Only about the cast of Supernatural. Are you a bad influence? haha probably. appaently i get people drunk and take advantage of them. i didn't hear him complaining though lol I mean I encourage smoking, drinking, and the destruction of men. But I don’t think I have enough clout to actually influence anyone. Do you have trust issues? not really. i just don't trust people until they've earned it. I don’t really trust anyone. I’ve just accepted that that’s not a thing anymore. Do you straighten your hair everyday? no. Maybe once a week or once every two weeks. My hair is pretty cooperative most of the time so it looks okay just drying it. Have you argued with anyone today? ehh. kinda random bickering. Not that I recall. Any current scabs or bruises? you asked this already. You asked this already. Are you klutzy? very. Obviously if I’ve always got bruises I don’t know the cause of. Ever tripped over your own feet? oh, daily. Quite often. Would you consider permanent make-up? no. a couple women my mom works with have their eyeliner or lipliner tattooed on...it's not attractive. I like doing my makeup differently every day too much to do that. Will your next kiss be a mistake? no way. Um, no. Are you nice to everyone? ha. nope. I’m nicer than I used to be. What is the last non-alcoholic drink you had? monster. Sweet tea. That’s why I have heartburn. What was the best thing that happened today? nothing really good has happened today. i want my shirts to come...and i'll be out later, so that's always good. My old supervisor hugging me when I haven’t seen her in months and thought she was mad at me for quitting. Are you open about your feelings or closed off? depends what i'm feeling and who i'm dealing with. If they’re good, meh, or sucky feelings I’ll talk about them. If they’re really bad I’ll either joke about them to avoid dealing or just not talk at all. What's the last thing you borrowed from someone? erica's sunglasses, and she told me i could have them lol Ummmmm...I don’t interact with people enough to borrow things, I guess. Do you think you're normal? i'm far from normal. Why in the hell would I want to be normal? Have you ever been used? quite often. Yeah but it’s whatevs. Do you listen to music a lot? of course. All the damn time. Do you celebrate Christmas? yeah, but i want to stop. it's too much hullaballoo. don't care if i spelled that right haha For my family’s benefit. And for the food. And I actually like getting gifts for other people. But the stress, drama, and Jesus bullshit ruins it for me every year. Do you believe you can be in love with someone without knowing them? to some extent, but you can't love them completely. in the same respect though, i don't think you can ever truly know someone one hundred percent. I think there are a lot of things I don’t know about Dave, and I still love him. He’s been around longer than I have so obviously he had an entire life before me. I don’t feel the need to know about that. Have you ever talked in your sleep? no. My mom said I screamed in my sleep once, but I don’t talk. Do you think people have any misconceptions about you? i know they do. I’m often underestimated. Which is fine. Are you easily amused? very much so. If I’m in the right mood to be. What do you get complimented on the most? titties. Recently, my makeup. Will this weekend be a good one? hopefully. It just ended. And it was alright. Not as good as last weekend. But that’s because I’m here and not in Bradford.

Has anyone said they love you in the last week? yes. No. Do you sleep with your door open or closed? closed. My bedroom door is always closed because the cats aren’t allowed in there. But recently I’ve been sleeping in their room (because I’m a hypocrite) and I have to leave that door open because they come in and out at all hours. Who was the last person you rode in the car with that was under 21? amanda & gary. Allison. Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile? yesss. A couple. Have you ever kissed someone under fireworks? no...we never ended up going to the fireworks. Somehow we still keep missing the fireworks lol Could you handle a long distance relationship? i tried and failed. but distance was the least of our issues. Dave and I are long distance 2/3 of the time because of his schedule.

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