#Lip Crayon Price

[keautybeauty]

[0cta9on]

Sana and Miyeon fucking their boyfriend and they fight over him to make him choose her favorite girlfriend (full story please)

A Stroke of Luck

length: +3k words

Twice Sana x (G)-Idle Miyeon x Male Reader

(Author's Note: Sorry for taking so long!! First threesome piece, so I hope it's alright)

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Sometimes you wonder just how you got so lucky. Since the day you were born, you were able to glide through life, getting anything you could ever want with a simple wave of your hand or a nod of your head. Perhaps your life of luxury can be attributed to your incredibly wealthy parents spoiling you the second you drew your first breath, or maybe your past life sacrificed themselves to save the universe and the higher power up there is finally giving you your recompense. Regardless, you revel in the fact that you have everything - and everyone - right at the tip of your fingers.

Frankly, you have a vague memory of how you met them - your memory always gets hazy when alcohol is involved. You were never too keen on clubbing, viewing it as a waste of money for a night you’ll never be able to remember, but it was a small price to pay to appease some potential business partners that your parents would eventually bleed dry before tossing to the curb. While trying to keep up appearances, the crowd parted at just the right moment, allowing you to gaze upon these goddesses for the first time, two Mona Lisas that made even the most beautiful supermodel comparable to a two-year-old’s crayon drawing. This is when your memory gets a bit blurry. A quick exchange of sultry alcohol-infused words, a brief yet lingering touch on the arm, and suddenly you had them both face down in some expensive hotel room, pounding away to high heaven. After a night of blissful sex, you would wake up alone with a note on the nightstand and one new message on your phone from an unknown number. Upon reading the note, only then did you realize just how truly lucky you are.

That night was a year ago. In fact, today marks the exact anniversary of that night - your first anniversary with your girlfriends. You have a whole schedule planned for later, which includes an expensive dinner for the three of you, a private fireworks show, and a steamy ending between the sheets as the cherry on top. As bizarre and outlandish as your situation is, you genuinely do love them and want to spoil them with a good time. Unfortunately (or rather, fortunately), one of them isn’t content with waiting around until dinner rolls by.

The sight of the cute Japanese woman crawling towards you in nothing but one of your white button-up shirts is a sight you would gladly get surgically implanted into your retinas. She tries to glare at you menacingly, but her round eyes and her bread-like cheeks only serve to make her look adorable.

“Sana, what are you doing?” You ask, amused.

“I’m a tiger stalking their prey. Rawr~” she teases, stifling a giggle. Any attempts at trying to watch the game on the TV prove futile once Sana starts rubbing your thighs, her hands tantalizingly close to your crotch.

“Miyeon is gonna be pissed if she finds out we’re fucking without her, you know?” You say as you run your hands lovingly through her silky hair.

“If she finds out.” Sana punctuates her statement with a kiss on your bulge. “Just don’t let her find out,” she giggles. Before you can object, her hands are already unzipping your pants and taking out your erect cock. Sana gazes at it affectionately, licking her lips as she strokes you slowly. Compared to Miyeon, she is much more vocal about her desires, begging and pouting until you finally give in to her demands (Not that you would ever say no to that face). Whether it’s a new handbag or your cock inside of her, Sana gets what she wants one way or another.

“You naughty girl,” you tease, caressing her cheek. “You really can’t wait until Miyeon gets home?”

“Mm-mm,” she mutters, shaking her head before taking your entire length into her mouth. The overwhelming sensation of her tongue lapping up your precum causes an involuntary groan to escape your throat. An entire year of this and not once does it ever get old. Life is fucking great, isn’t it?

Sana’s doe eyes scan your reaction as she worships your member, always so attentive, ensuring that you’re enjoying the experience as much as she is. She watches the way you squirm when she sucks on your balls or the way your breath hitches in your throat whenever her teeth gently graze against your skin. To the unknowing eye, Sana can easily be seen as a materialistic brat, but you know better than anyone how much she reciprocates your affection. It’s most evident in how hard she tries to take all of you in at once, struggling to the point of tears as she forces your cock down her throat.

“Fuck, Sana,” you moan. “Save some of that energy for later tonight.”

She struggles to catch her breath after another attempt at deepthroating you. Precum and saliva coat her mouth and chin, dripping down to her chest that’s barely hidden behind your white button-up shirt.

“I just can’t help myself when I’m with you. That beast between your legs is just sooooo enticing.” Sana hops into your lap, pressing her full body weight into you. You feel her panting breath tickle your nose while you stare at the many charming features of her face. How lucky you are to have such a beautiful woman in your life.

“Why are you smiling?” she teases, the sweet sound of her laugh brushing against your ears.

“I love you, Sana,” you state firmly. Her cheeks turn a bright shade of pink right before she hides her embarrassed expression in the crook of your neck, giggling delightfully. You’re so infatuated by her cuteness that you almost forget that she’s naked and sitting on your lap. Almost.

One by one, you unbutton her shirt, slowly revealing that body you love so much. Her full, perky breasts sit above her toned stomach which flows and ebbs into her petite waist. You run your hands along her familiar curves, painting her chest with kisses. Your body aches for her and hers for yours, clawing and gripping and kissing every inch of your beings, trying to absorb one another just to get closer than humanly possible.

Sana cups your face, eyes steeled with lustful determination. “I need you to fuck me. Fuck me so hard that Miyeon gets jealous. I want to be the only woman for you, even if it’s just for a little moment.”

Without another word, you stand up, carrying her by her ass and aligning your cock with her moist folds before staring deep into her eyes as you thrust yourself into her, watching her face morph into several shapes of desire as she adjusts to your size. Sana’s arms and legs wrap around your torso, desperately clinging onto you to try and take in every inch of your cock. You’re not sure how long she’s felt like this; you always considered her and Miyeon to be a package deal, never one without the other for too long. You love them both equally and always ensure that you never showed favorites. Maybe you slipped up recently, or maybe the two of them are fighting behind the scenes. Whatever it is, if Sana wants to feel like the only woman in your life, you’ll gladly grant her wish in a heartbeat.

“Sana… baby… I love you so much,” you pant into her ear.

“MMPH, yes! I love you too, baby! F-Fuck! You’re the only one that can satisfy me!” She mashes her lips into yours, forcing your tongues into a messy yet sensual dance. Her moans vibrate in your mouth, drowning out any kind of background noise other than the clapping of your hips against hers. Her sweet pussy takes you in so well, almost as if it was tailor-made just for you. However, your cock belongs to two women. One of those women happens to be unlocking the front door right at this moment.

“Hey guys, I’m bac- Hey!”

Much to Sana’s dismay, you momentarily pause your thrusts to glance at the source of the voice. The second love of your life, Miyeon, is standing right there with a large bouquet of flowers and an irritated pout on her lips.

“Hi princess,” you say to her, hoping to ease the tension. “What do you have there?”

“They’re from work,” she huffs, tossing the flowers onto the sofa before stomping towards you. “What are you doing?!”

You let out a sheepish laugh as you set Sana down to the ground, pulling out of her sweet embrace. Now two pairs of unhappy eyes are looking up at you. “W-well, you see, you know how Sana is-”

“How could you two have sex without me?!” Miyeon exclaims.

“Yah, don’t yell at him!” Sana interjects. “It’s not his fault he prefers my pussy over yours!”

“O-okay, I never said th-” You try to come in between them, but they both push you away with surprising synchronization.

“No, he doesn’t! You probably just threw yourself at him, you slut!”

Sana gasps. “Slut?! You’re just jealous that he likes me more than you!”

The two continue to bicker and argue, and you start to worry that things could get physical. Right as Sana lifts her hand, you step in between the two of them, shielding Miyeon from a potential slap.

“OKAY, let’s all calm down for a second, alright?” You gently grasp Sana’s wrist, putting it down by her side. “What is going on between you two? You guys are best friends, why are you fighting all of a sudden?”

The two fall silent, averting their teary eyes to the floor, standing there like bickering sisters. You never expected this kind of behavior from either of them, especially on the day of your anniversary.

“Look at me,” you command, lifting up both of their chins towards you. “I love the both of you and I don’t want to see you fighting. We’re going to stand here and talk until this all gets resolved, even if it takes all night.”

Seeing the serious look in your eyes, both of their expressions soften. Sana is the first to speak up.

“I see the way you treat Miyeon. Sometimes I feel like you like her more than me, and it makes me feel… jealous.”

Compared to Sana, Miyeon is on the quieter side, rarely demanding things from you or complaining about anything. In the beginning of your relationship, you assumed that she wasn’t into the idea of polygamy and only tagged along because of Sana. It took a while to understand her, but you eventually found out that Miyeon just doesn’t like asking for things and wants you to basically read her mind. Now, you can tell exactly what she’s thinking just from her body language, and Miyeon consequently became more affectionate towards you. Sana must have noticed the differences in the way you treat her and thought you were showing favoritism.

“Okay, yes, I treat Miyeon differently than I treat you, but that doesn’t mean I love her more than you, Sana,” you reassure her. “You girls have different personalities and both of you deserve a man that can love you the way you want to be loved. I’m sorry if it seems like I treat her better, but that’s really not the case, okay? Please don’t fight because I made a mistake.”

Sana and Miyeon look at each other with an apologetic expression before falling into a warm embrace.

“I’m sorry I fucked him without you,” Sana apologizes.

“I’m sorry I called you a slut.”

Sana pulls Miyeon into a deep and loving kiss. It starts out innocently enough, but eventually, the two begin moaning into each other’s mouths while their hands explore their bodies. You can’t help but stroke your cock at the sight of your two ladies making out in front of you. Miyeon notices your erection and whispers giddily into Sana’s ear, prompting a mischievous smile to grow on the Japanese woman’s lips.

“We’re so sorry about fighting, baby,” Sana says in a sultry tone.

“Yeah, we’ve been such naughty girls.” Miyeon looks at you with her siren eyes, drawing you in with a simple glance. “Maybe you should punish us, baby.”

Sana reaches out and grabs your rod, pulling you closer. “Yeah, punish us with your big, fat cock.”

With your heart pounding with excitement, you grab their wrists, pulling them towards the bedroom as the sounds of their giggles trail behind you. You throw them towards the bed, quickly freeing yourself from any clothing as they watch with anticipation. Miyeon bites her lip as she ogles your body, while Sana touches herself just thinking about all the things you’ll do to the both of them.

“Miyeon is a bit overdressed, don’t you think so, Sana?” You ask, smirking. Sana nods in agreement, pulling Miyeon into a heavy kiss while her hand snakes its way into her top. You get to work on Miyeon’s bottom half, kneeling in front of her and tugging at her skirt to reveal the damp spot on her panties. You pull Miyeon’s legs over your shoulder so her thighs sandwich your face and begin planting kisses all over her supple skin. Sana tosses Miyeon’s top and bra to the other side of the room before sucking on Miyeon’s perky tits. Her high-pitched princess moans fill the room, accompanied by the wet kissing sounds of you and Sana pleasuring her body.

“Ah, fuck! Yes, just like that!” Miyeon exclaims. You hungrily pull off her panties before diving into her heat, licking between her folds and flicking your tongue against her clit. Sana sits behind her, holding her spasming body while nibbling her ear.

“I bet you’re sooooo exhausted after work, aren’t you, princess?” Sana whispers into Miyeon’s ear. Miyeon nods amidst her whimpering, biting her lip at her girlfriend, begging for her to take her. Sana obliges, shoving her tongue into her mouth as you shove your tongue into Miyeon’s dripping pussy. It doesn’t take long for Miyeon to reach her first orgasm, squirting her nectar all over your face which you gladly lap up, not wasting a single drop. Her body shivers with pleasure, but you have only just begun.

Sana and Miyeon watch intently as you stand up and align your cock with Miyeon’s glistening heat. With a mischievous smirk, Sana moves aside, letting Miyeon lie on her back. Miyeon’s mouth forms an “O” as you insert your tip inside of her, and Sana seizes the chance by sitting on Miyeon’s face, grinding her hips into the Korean woman’s open mouth. Your bodies form a literal love triangle as Sana pulls your face towards her, catching your lips with hers as you thrust deeply into Miyeon. You imagined this to be the last thing you did on your anniversary night instead of the first thing, but you don’t mind doing things a bit out of order. As long as these two lovely ladies are happy, you’re happy.

“Isn’t Miyeon’s pussy so tight, baby?” Sana asks with a smirk on her face. You nod, becoming increasingly aroused by Sana’s dirty talk, quickening the pace of your thrusts. Miyeon’s muffled moans become significantly louder, causing Sana to cling onto your shoulders for support as she reaches her climax. Sana pulls your head into another kiss, moaning into her mouth as her body trembles from her orgasm. She eventually collapses to the side of the bed, allowing Miyeon to finally breathe. 

The light reflects off of Sana’s nectar on Miyeon’s skin, giving her the appearance of a glimmering angel. You slow down the pace of your thrusts, bringing your face close to Miyeon’s ear.

“Mirror?” You ask simply. She nods excitedly, biting her lip with anticipation.

If there’s one thing you learned about Miyeon since dating her for the past year, it’s that she absolutely adores herself. If she suddenly turned quiet, it was because she was either staring at a mirror or taking selfies. Every time she sent you nudes, it was more so to show you just how beautiful is rather than solely for your benefit (Not that you minded, of course). On the nights the three of you felt particularly frisky and decided to film yourselves, Miyeon would always rewind her parts, going on about how sexy she looks when she’s about to cum or how pretty her own moans sound. You wouldn’t say she’s narcissistic; rather, she’s just confident in her looks, and she had every reason to be. Cho Miyeon is the perfect embodiment of a princess, and you love that about her.

You bend Miyeon over the vanity, making sure she has a good view of herself before you rail her from behind. She peers over her shoulder at you and winks, wiggling her ass playfully.

“What are you waiting for? Aren’t you gonna punish m- AH!”

You grip onto Miyeon’s slim waist and begin to pound her hot cunt with ease. The entire vanity shakes as she clings onto it for dear life, barely able to support herself as her legs become as stable as jelly. Despite the stage of disarray she’s in, Miyeon maintains eye contact with herself in the mirror, evidently turning her on more with how her pussy tightens around your cock.

“Cum for me, princess,” you whisper gruffly into her ear. “You look so pretty when you cum.”

“I do?” she asks, flashing her puppy dog eyes at you through the mirror. You nod, unable to speak a coherent word as the sensation begins to feel too much. Miyeon squeals with pleasure as her juices begin to leak down her legs and onto the floor. You hold her up in case her trembling legs give out on her as she rides out her orgasm.

“Good girl,” you reassure her, planting kisses all over her back. Once she calms down, you help her to the bed and lay her down gently next to Sana.

“That was so fucking hot, princess,” Sana says, giving Miyeon a small peck on the lips. Miyeon giggles, her eyes barely able to stay open. With Sana’s energy back and your cock still hard, she descends on you like a panther, pinning you to the bed.

“Miyeon’s tongue is nice, but I needdddd your fat fucking cock inside of me,” she smirks as she straddles your lap, guiding your tip inside of her pussy. Her eyes roll back inside of her head as she takes you little by little, before completely bottoming out inside of her. After a moment of adjusting, Sana begins to ride your cock, holding onto your chest for support. You squeeze and tug at her bouncing tits, eliciting cute little squeals from her. A still-tired Miyeon decides to join in the fun, pushing Sana down onto your cock with more force and teasing her clit.

“HOLY FUCK!” Sana squeals ecstatically.

“I bet you like being a little slut, huh?” Miyeon teases her. “You like being filled up by our boyfriend’s cock, don’t you?”

“FUCK! Yes, I love it so much!”

“You wanna be filled with his cum, right baby?” Miyeon smirks at you as she whispers into Sana’s ear. With how close you are, you have no choice but to follow along with her impromptu plan. 

“Oh god, yes please fill me with your cum, baby!” Sana exclaims, eyeing you desperately. Miyeon’s hand trails up your chest as she leans in towards you.

“You heard her,” she says, slyly cupping your cheek. “Better give her what she wants.”

Without hesitation, you shoot your load straight into Sana’s womb. Sana’s second orgasm follows shortly after, your fluids mixing together inside of her. Out of an entire year of fucking these two wonderful girls, this is the hardest orgasm you have ever experienced.

Eventually, Sana collapses on top of you, gasping for breath, while Miyeon quickly laps up the fluids dripping from the Japanese woman’s legs. You can’t help but laugh at Sana’s post-orgasm shivering.

“H-holy… shit,” Sana says breathlessly. “That… was fucking amazing.”

Miyeon crawls up, laying her head on Sana’s chest. “Yeah, he’s pretty great, isn’t he?” The two girls giggle at each other, exchanging playful kisses and warm looks. You wrap your arm around the both of them, grateful that they’re not fighting anymore.

“How did I get so lucky to have the two of you in my life?” You ask, gazing at these two beauties lovingly. With a quick glance at the clock, you notice that you still have a couple hours until the dinner reservation. “Why don’t you two hop in the shower and get ready? I have something special planned for tonight.”

“You’re not gonna join us?” Miyeon asks.

“I would love to, princess, but I know for a fact that we’re not gonna make it to dinner if I join you in the shower,” you joke. Sana jolts up, grabbing Miyeon’s wrist.

“I am NOT missing out on dinner,” Sana states, dragging Miyeon into the bathroom with her. Right before they close the door behind them, they turn to you one last time.

“We love you!” They say in unison. 

You lay back on the bed, smiling to yourself as you look up at the ceiling. How did you ever get so lucky?

[luveline]

Hi Jade, Ive been waiting to send in a kbd request! What about if it’s one of the girls’ first day back to school and they go back to school shopping? Xxx

KBD —back to school shopping is fraught with distraction.

Steve reads the school list three or four times with a frown. “Hey, Ave?” 

“Yeah?” 

“What’s a glue spreader?” 

“You spread glue with it.” 

“What’s wrong with a stick of Elmer’s?” 

Avery tips her head back. She’s crouched on the floor looking at pencil cases slowly, and Steve’s question is interrupting her serious task. “Dad, you can’t make papier mache with a glue stick. It’s not wet.” 

“Oh, gotcha.” Still, Steve doesn’t know what a glue spreader is nor what it looks like, putting him at the beginning of the conversation. “Alright, come on, trooper. Pick a case.” 

He robbed her of some choices —he had to get Ticonderoga pencils and Bic pens, as per her schools specification— but didn’t deny her any extras. She has erasers shaped like cows, extra pencils with flowers around them, and a pink ruler. What she needs a ruler for, Steve doesn’t know. 

“I can’t pick.” 

“What are you thinking of?” 

Avery shows two options. The first is rainbow with a teddy bear texture, and the second is PVC plastic with daisies. He checks the prices. 

“Why don’t you get both? You can put your crayons in the daisy one.” 

“Really?” she asks with a smile. 

“Really.” He hopes he isn’t setting a precedent. “Come on, I gotta size you up, you know it takes ages the first time.” 

Avery drops the pencil cases over the side of the grocery kart and offers her hand. It’s a big kart to steer one handed, but needs must. They slide by the clothes section and there you are, Wren strapped to your chest in the carrier, Beth standing on a sizing stool as you compare cardigans. 

(Lovely Dove lays spoiled and preened in her Aunt Robin’s house. She will wail when they pick her up, but she’s having a great time.) 

“That’s cute,” Steve says. 

“Girl or the cardigan?” 

“Both!” Steve says, moseying over to check over the smallest baby. “She’s sleeping?” he asks, reaching out to stroke her short hair. 

“Mm-hm.”

“Dad,” Beth says, smiling, “should I have blue or green?” 

The cardigans you’re deciding between are a soft baby blue and a sage green. He likes both colours, but he thinks the blue looks best. “What about that blue one, sweetheart? It’s nice and bright.” 

“I got her some dresses. Can you look if they’re, like, fine? You know what tends to fall apart in the washer,” you say. 

Steve could kiss your cheek, but he’s trying to be less ‘smuthocating’ as Robin puts it. It’s really not his fault that you get prettier every day. That’s your doing. 

He looks through the dresses, can’t wait to see Beth in all of them, and he sort of knows that the last one you’ve chosen together won’t get worn because of the tighter neckline, but he doesn’t bring it up. What’s the point? It’s seven dollars, and Beth seemingly likes it, and he’s not interested in knocking your confidence. You’re making great choices —you’re a great mom, even if you don’t always feel that way. 

“You want me to have her for a bit?” he asks, gesturing to the baby. 

“It’s okay. She’s not heavy. We might as well stick together, anyways,” you say, pressing yourself into his side. “What are we thinking about this year, Avery? More pants to grow out of?” 

“Of course.” 

You laugh at her and Steve turns his head to look at you solely. He traces the line of your nose, your pinked lips, lip gloss still tacky. He can’t remember anymore what he fell in love with first about you, but your laugh has to be at the top of the list, the way it changes your entire face, the way it echoes in his head long after you’ve closed your mouth. 

“Steve?” you ask, confused.

He saves himself with a pretend eyelash on your cheek.

[whoopsyeahokay]

October Sun

summary: things had gone from weird to worse in a matter of seconds. it'd seemed all your secrets had decided to reveal themselves to Wally without so much as considering how you'd feel about it. you'd guessed that was the price you'd had to pay for your choice to share yourself with a member of Split River High's Afterlife Support Group.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence. very involved, very dense plot.

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER SUN pt.10

You were six, sitting on your sister Aurora's lap in a hospital room. Monitors beeped—long intervals, pitched notes—and, below that, your great-aunt's rattled breathing. Everything stank of disinfectant.

Ginny lay in the bed; pruned and pale, translucent skin hanging from her bones. She was just past seventy, but had aged several decades in the two weeks since the symptoms had started. Now, she looked like the skeletons your neighbors strung up for Halloween. Ghastly. Small.

Dead.

Mommy dozed in the armchair across from you, her head at an awkward angle, mouth ajar, one hand rested on her swollen belly. For days, she'd subsisted on nothing but good ol' fashioned Celtic stubbornness, running herself into the ground to undo whatever had put Ginny in the hospital. Nothing worked. Potions, pastes, blood spells, smudging rituals; it didn't matter what Mommy and Nanna did, Ginny's doctor insisted her condition was deteriorating.

It was so strange, you thought, that Ginny didn't just tell them herself. After all, she was able to stand in front of you without assistance and seemed much healthier than she had even moments ago.

She'd been asleep, silvery and thin and wheezy, and then her eyes had popped open and she'd gotten to her feet with the grace of a ballerina. Auburn hair in fluffy curls, pinned neatly away from her face; lips bright, Victory red, and skin peachy.

She was as pretty as a picture in a church bell skirt and smart, collared blouse, the colors much more suited to her than the starch white of the hospital gown. The pendant of her necklace was now one of a pair dangling from her earlobes, silver circles glinting in the sterile light.

"Are you better?" You asked her, marveling at her loveliness.

Ginny crouched to meet you at your level and placed her hand on yours, green eyes bright as emeralds in the sun. She smiled, "Don't tell mummy. This will be our little secret." She addressed Aurora next, "I'll be back as soon as I can, pet."

Aurora nodded, solemn, and you both watched Ginny greet a young man in similarly outdated dress as he entered the room. You didn't know who he was, but Aurora must've because she offered him a watery smile, eyes glistening.

"Where's Ginny going?" You asked her.

She shushed you, murmuring, "You can't tell mom, okay?"

Annoyed, "I won't." You weren't 3, you knew how to keep a secret. You'd kept plenty for your new friend Hana. Like her crush on the crayon stealer, Simon Elroy, or how she always took two milks at recess instead of one.

"She's saying hello to Grandpa Jack." Aurora told you, but you sensed there was a lot more to it than that. You gave her your best glare. She rolled her eyes, "They're probably going to try and find out what's wrong with her."

But, "She's better, dummy," you said, craning your neck to watch her swan out of the room with a man who'd died before you were born.

Aurora sighed the way she did whenever she thought you said something stupid and pressed her hand to your cheek, forcing you to look at the bed.

You gasped, astonished that, there, under the layers of quilts your Nanna had brought, was Ginny; breath rattling, monitors beeping, white as a china doll and asleep.

That was how you learned that Traveling meant something different to your family.

‗‗‗‗•‗‗‗‗

One second you were clung to Wally like a limpet, the next you'd vanished into thin air. Snapped out of existence like you'd never been there at all. Frantic, Wally looked left, right, to the back of the stage, and then spun around to face the rows of seats.

His jaw dropped, blood draining from his face. You stood at the top of the center aisle, shirt no longer rucked up the way Wally had made it; hair as tidy as it had been before he'd run his fingers through it; skin no longer sporting the perfect blush he'd coaxed to the surface.

Even from where he stood, Wally could see that your eyes burned a nebula of colors, the way they had when Wally caught up to you outside the school earlier. As soon as he'd registered it—proof that something magical had just transpired—they dimmed to their normal hue, just as the man behind you, Mr. Anderson, Wally identified, demanded, "What are you doing in here?"

He seemed angry, more so than the time Wally had watched him chew out a group of boys in the locker room showers for smoking weed. Mr. Anderson grabbed you by the arm and hauled you out of the theater like you'd been trespassing.

Wally charged up the aisle, thoughts of how you could fucking teleport taking a back seat to the desire to shove Mr. Anderson to the ground for assuming he had the right to touch you like that. The connection between you and Wally bittered, shrieked, fear and fury swirling together to pump through Wally's veins.

Oh hell no.

"I'm sorry," You apologized. Mr. Anderson released you, causing you to stumble from the momentum he'd used to force you into the hallway. "I won't let it happen again."

In an ill-fated attempt to wedge himself between you and Mr. Anderson, Wally checked the man's shoulder with his own, but little happened. Mr. Anderson had repositioned himself, almost like he'd anticipated the action, and the intention waned into a light graze. One that had no impact on the man, but that caused Wally to trip into the wall.

Mr. Anderson escorted you through the school toward your locker, gravely explaining that you'd overstayed your welcome by an hour and a half; the Wednesday team practices and club activities already packed up and gone.

Glancing outside, Wally was shocked to see the sky was dark. Apparently, making out with you was the equivalent of pressing a giant PAUSE button on the fourth dimension. He was sure no more than twenty minutes had passed since you'd jumped into his arms and kissed him within an inch of his sanity.

Teleportation and time manipulation? Wally gaped, images of his favorite comic book heroes swarming his mind. Holy shit, you were an X-Man. He had big fat feelings for a Mutant prodigy. Was he the Cyclops to your Marvel Girl?

Needing to do something to ensure Mr. Anderson wouldn't try to grab you again, Wally inserted himself between you and him. A move that appeared to influence Mr. Anderson to maintain the space Wally enforced with his presence.

Good, Wally thought, cracking his knuckles, because while he had no problem trying to beat his way into the living world to knock a few of Mr. Anderson's teeth out, he knew that would take a lot more than noble intention to pull off.

He loathed feeling helpless. Back in the day, he'd stood up for the kids who got bullied, had done his best to fend off the misguided idiots who'd used their post-puberty size for evil. Trouble was that now he couldn't do more than make a light flicker by concentrating really, really hard.

Don't be fooled: Dawn made it look easy, but it wasn't.

Finally reaching your locker, Mr. Anderson reiterated, "What were you doing in there?" His demeanor all wrong. Wally knew enough about the guy to know that, usually, he was a cool kind of dorky. Relatable. However, something had obviously possessed him because he was acting like you'd discovered his hidden collection of porn mags.

Wally didn't like it. He wanted Mr. Anderson to fuck off and leave you alone more than he'd wanted anything for a long time. Retaining his position between you and Mr. Anderson, chin up, hands balled into fists at his sides, Wally willed Mr. Anderson away.

You began, "I was just—" when Wally gritted out, stare fixed on the man's haggard face, "You don't owe this dickhead an explanation, baby."

But you spoke over him, "Mathilda asked me to look for something she'd forgotten in there yesterday. She's in the Mean Girl's Musical?" You supplied, and, jeez, you were quick on your feet.

Mr. Anderson was unimpressed, "For two hours?"

"No! No. I was studying in the library when she texted me."

Wally began to wonder how many yarns you'd had to spin for it to come so easily. Part of him was uncomfortable with the notion that it seemed like second nature to you, while another, bigger, part of him seared the way lemon juice stings a papercut.

He recognized it was self-preservation. A lifetime of harboring a massive secret that, okay, might not get you carted off in a straitjacket these days, but definitely wouldn't make it easy for you to go through life normally. He'd seen people ostracized for less. Like Katelynn who, a week before her death, had been spurned by her scene kid friends because she'd admitted to being a fan of Hilary Duff.

"Do you have to get anything from the library, then?" Mr. Anderson wanted to know, the V between his brows deepening when his phone buzzed in his blazer pocket. The third time in the short minutes since he'd found you.

"No." You said, cowed, even though you shouldn't be. He'd been the one whose conduct had been inappropriate. He should be begging for your forgiveness, not making you feel terrible like it was his job. "I swear, I won't let it happen again."

Wally's blood boiled.

"See that it doesn't." Mr. Anderson warned. His phone buzzed again. "Get your things and go home."

"Yes, sir."

Mr. Anderson unpocketed and checked his phone as another call lit up the screen. Private, the caller ID claimed.

"You'll have to use the main entrance." He said, already backing away, "Everything else is locked up." Then he leveled you with a dark look of authority, "I assume you can make your own way out?"

Wally could feel the tension in your muscles, could hear your heart stutter behind your ribs. His fingers twitched, itching to bust the man's head right off his shoulders. And, damn, when had he last felt such violent inclinations? Even against those prima donna bullies, the rage hadn't distended into anything remotely close to this.

"Yeah, I..." You cleared your throat, "Yes."

Mr. Anderson retreated and took the next call that came through, his bark of, "Give me a minute," resonating through the empty hallway as he disappeared around the corner.

As soon as he was out of sight, Wally spun on his heel to face you. You shrunk against your locker, arms folded around your middle and eyes faraway, chewing the inside of your bottom lip as you lost yourself in thought.

Wally moved into your bubble, the connection between you calmed, and smoothed his hands down your waist; one into the back pocket of your jeans, the other gliding back up and into your hair.

He pulled you gently against him, tucked your head under his chin and asked, "You good, pretty girl?"

He felt you nod into his chest, "Yeah. That was just every shade of weird imaginable. Something was off about him." You leaned away just enough to gaze up at Wally. "He's usually so...friendly."

Wally pressed a kiss to the top of your head, "I don't want you to stick around, babe. I don't trust that dude not to do something stupid if he finds you again."

"For real?" You sounded stunned, "Him?"

"Honestly? Yeah. He was giving off serious Bundy vibes. You didn't do anything wrong and he acted like you'd cold-cocked his mama." Wally glared in the direction Mr. Anderson had gone, concluding, "Maybe he's the reason Maddie's blood was splattered all over the boiler room."

"Jesus, Wally, it wasn't a Fear Street massacre." You shunned the idea, disentangling yourself from him to open your locker. After a moment of reflection, "Do you really think he's capable?"

As you grabbed your backpack and started to shove what you needed into it, Wally leaned on the locker beside yours, shrugging, "Like I said, Bundy vibes. And I can't stop him if he decides to come back with a machete, so please," he implored, "Get your stuff and let's go."

Thankfully, you took his advice without further argument. Pulled on your leather jacket, slung your backpack over one shoulder, and held your hand out for Wally to take as if it was something you did all the time.

Champagne-fizz burst in Wally's chest as he accepted the invitation, lacing your fingers together and setting a leisurely but purposeful pace toward the atrium.

"So," He began, "You lie like that often?"

Shame bled into your features as you cast your gaze to the ground. You didn't look at him when you said, "Only when I have to."

"Do you have to do it a lot?"

"More than I'd like, yeah." You shrugged, audibly unhappy about the fact. "Trust me, it's not that I want to. But my family has a strict No One Can Know policy when it comes to our..." You lifted your free hand and air-quoted, "gifts."

Wally bumped into your side sportively. He took a beat to consider his question before he asked it, unsure if he was ready to hear anything other than what he wanted to. "Do you feel like you have to lie to me?"

You stopped and drew Wally back the two steps he'd taken ahead. Looking him square in the eye, you promised, "I'm not going to lie to you, Wally. About anything. Ever." Once he nodded to accept he understood, you moved along, "And anyway, you're now in on the one thing I have to lie about. So, unless I'm under a Fidelius Charm, I honestly don't have anything else to hide."

"A what charm?"

"Do we not have Harry Potter in the library?" You asked as if to no one in particular.

"Oh man, yeah. Rhonda got really into those books for awhile." Wally sloped toward you to stage-whisper by your ear, "She's a total nerd for them. Says she's a Slytherin." Wally straightened and snickered, "Whatever that means. She'd kill me if she ever found out I told you."

You drew an X over your heart, "I won't tell a soul," before you released Wally's hand to push the door to the atrium open with both of yours.

As he followed you down the ramp toward the front entrance, Wally was unable to ignore the elephant in the room any longer, "When were you going to tell me you could teleport?"

It startled a laugh out of you, the kind that starts with a snort. A wave of fondness washed over Wally and he grinned stupidly at you, all teeth and soft eyes.

"I can't." You corrected. Rather, "I can, uhm, project...astrally."

Whoa. You were officially the coolest person Wally had ever known.

A barrage of questions threatened to spill out of him, ranging from reasonable to unhinged. And who could blame him? Normal people couldn't leave their bodies at will and surf the cosmos!

"Astral projection is real?" He asked in as even a tone as he could manage.

"Being a ghost is real." You countered bluntly.

And, "Touché." He conceded, "But you can't blame a guy for being surprised when something out of the Twilight Zone can happen in real life."

You seesawed your head, lips adopting a playful smile. God, you were beautiful. "Fair." You said, winking at Wally who was then forced to swallow the need to pick you up and pin you to the nearest wall with his mouth.

The air was crisp when you both exited the school. He walked you to the picnic tables near the bus stop, resting on the end of a tabletop and pulling you between his legs. Like this, you were pressed flush against him, body fitted so perfectly into his.

The connection rumbled and flared, erupting volcano-hot, piloting Wally's actions. He slid his hands from your waist down to squeeze the pert swell of your ass, and dragged your hips against his.

You gasped, delicate, and let your head fall to the side to expose the column of your neck. Wally took advantage. Brushed his dry lips from your collar to the hinge of your jaw, little darts of tongue and drags of teeth.

"Fuck, baby, you don't know what you do to me," He groaned, his dick fattening in his sweatpants. And he sure as shit meant it. The connection between you was driving him crazy, keeping teenage boy hormones in check an impossible battle.

He rolled his hips, chasing the friction, using the leverage he had with his hands in your back pockets to drag you into his lap. He rearranged himself on the table, slid back to sit more comfortably, and encouraged you to rut against him.

Wally kissed you like it was the last time, like this was the only chance he'd ever have to do it. Slow, deep, slick. The sounds you made, fuck, wanton and needy; moans and gasps and punched-out sighs.

And then, because, of fucking course 'and then'—your phone buzzed right in Wally's palm. Long, sequential blitzes of vibration. A phone call.

You groaned in annoyance, taking your phone when Wally graciously handed it to you, and answered.

"Hey," You greeted, head on Wally's shoulder and body still.

His mama had raised a gentleman, he reminded himself and curled his long arms around you in a loose embrace, repeating football stats in his mind to cool his erection.

"Yeah," You were saying, "Yeah, I know, but I got caught up in the...Well, mom's a big girl, I'm sure she can find someone else to shake the floorboards this one time."

Wally tried to give you an inquiring look but the angle was too awkward, so instead he filed that tidbit away for later, above astral projection but below In Betweens. And, shit, that's right, you were both supposed to discuss your fritzy ghost powers, not dry hump on school property. Oops.

You growled, climbing off of Wally altogether and hopping to the ground, pacing as you expressed with sarcasm and sass, "Why don't you get your new husband to do it, or are we still keeping him in the dark about the family business?"

Wally barely made out the, "Could you stop being such a selfish little brat for o—" before you hung up on who Wally surmised was your sister. With your back to him, he couldn't tell how you felt about the exchange, but from the tension in your shoulders and how forcibly measured your breathing had become, he thought it was safe to assume not great.

"You guys don't get along?" He ventured.

On a last, heavy breath, you twirled back around, "Actually, we get along really well." You sucked your teeth, "It's our mom's choice of occupation that puts us at each other's throats." Wally knew what was coming, couldn't soften the disappointment. "I gotta go." You said regretfully.

He plastered on a smirk, aiming for levity but sounding too dismayed to stick the landing, "You'd think the universe didn't want us to help Maddie."

In what Wally could only describe as a fit of absolutely fucking not, you strode right up to him, slung your arms around his neck and pulled him into a hot, middle-finger-to-the-sky kiss.

"Fuck the universe," You said when you parted, breathless, perfect, his, "I'll come in early tomorrow. Like, seven-thirty-early. Can you meet me in the parking lot?"

Repeating his words from earlier, "Anything for you, pretty girl," Wally vowed, grinning at the prospect of cuddling up somewhere intimate with you in the morning.

Although his thoughts weren't wholly innocent, he recognized within himself the genuine desire to do anything to be near you, for however long you'd give him. Whether that was two minutes or two hours, Wally would be grateful.

"Great," You smiled, bright against the dark autumn evening, "I'll see you then."

A final, sweet stamp of your lips to Wally's cheek and you went on your way, Wally having to watch as you stepped over the boundary of the school grounds and into a world where he couldn't follow.

"Can't wait," He uttered and the connection between you both quieted completely.

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PART NINE - PART ELEVEN

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No but I can already imagine how over the top Anthony would go for all of Neddy’s milestones he’s finally present for, since he’s missed so many. Like Neddy’s starting kindergarten soon and Kate lets him come with to shop for school supplies and he goes absolutely nuts, he’s ready to buy Neddy one set of light up shoes for every day of the week, any back pack with the characters whose names he knows and a 257 set of crayons when all he knows so far are his primary colours

Oh the first time Kate invites Anthony to go shopping with her and Neddy for anything? Neddy needs new clothes and Kate figures they can all get lunch afterwards. Plus, Anthony’s been begging her to let him help out with some of Neddy’s expenses. And she can’t deny that it feels pretty nice to walk around the shopping centre with Neddy on Anthony’s shoulders and his hand in hers. It feels very domestic, considering a year ago she technically didn’t even know the real first name of Neddy’s Dad. It very quickly becomes apparent though that Anthony is a great Dad. He’s so sweet and kind and patient with Neddy, but it’s pretty obvious that saying No is not going to be in his wheelhouse.

They’ve barely been in the store 15 minutes before Anthony has three pairs of shoes tucked under his arm for Neddy.

Kate cleared her throat, “Neddy, sweetheart we said one pair of shoes, remember?”

“But I like all of them.”

Kate sighed, “But you have other shoes, baby.”

“But… I like the green ones and the dinosaur ones.”

“I know, they’re both really nice but only one, okay?”

Neddy sighed, his bottom lip pouting, “Okay.”

The same thing happens when they look at tiny little jeans for him, Kate scoffing when she looks at the price but Anthony shrugs. “Eh, they’ll last him ages.”

“He’ll grow out of them before then.”

“We’ll see.”

Kate gave up as Anthony tucked the jeans under his arm as well, the pile growing and growing as Neddy piled on shirts and sweaters with characters he recognised. And finally There they are at the counter when Anthony wheeled a tiny bicycle up the the counter with the help of a staff member.

“Ant, what the hell?”

Anthony blinked at her, “You said I could teach him.”

“I didn’t mean we had to get a bike this weekend.”

“Well he liked this one. They might not have it later.” Anthony nudged Neddy who grinned up at her.

“Please Amma?”

Kate rolled her eyes, kissing the top of his head as she scooped him up “Tell Daddy’s he’s too soft.”

Anthony shrugged, kissing Neddy’s forehead quickly and then Kate before he stepped forward to pay. “He’s my boy.”

“You know I could pay for this right? I’m a pretty successful lawyer.”

Anthony rolled his eyes this time, “Yeah sure. Just let me pay for my son’s things please. You can buy me lunch.”

“We’re going to a burger place.”

“Looking forward to my fries!”

[nectardaddy]

wild youth

prologue | friday

masterlist

beginning track . . . dreams

cw/notes : allusion to dissociation, self deprecation, stress, anxiety, repetitive statements done on purpose

words to know/educational jargon :

Observed/observation - School administrators (principles or asst. principles) may observe teachers' performance (teaching) at regular intervals, often annually, as part of an evaluation. [ Taken from Google but edited for ease of understanding :) ]

She groaned as her eyes scanned over the room, assessing the damage done by the day that wreaked havoc on her nerves. The last student left for the day just moments before, their bus being, unfortunately, twenty minutes late; and she waved them off with a bright smile before it dropped - a false sense of joy washed away within seconds.

An entire week of stress, meetings, parent conferences - some better than others, lesson planning, and putting out fires that constantly seemed to pop up no matter how hard she tried. She was tired, riddled with exhaustion, as her eyes glanced over the mess that was made of her classroom.

Broken pencils littered the floor, a forgotten lunch box on a desk, colored pencil shavings on a table she had told a child to clean up that was obviously neglected, and crayons and markers strewn about a handful of desks. Her desk was a mess as well: papers, worksheets, sticky notes, dry erase markers, and ink pens scattered carelessly on the old wood tabletop - not an inch of it could be seen from how much stuff was on top of it. But worst of all, the unsavory muddled smells of crayons, sweat, and cheap perfume still lingered within the classroom. It didn't matter how many plug-ins she had, the smell was there to stay; sometimes she thought it was engraved within the walls.

"Fuck," a whisper of a curse to herself as she rose from her chair and stretched. A series of pops and cracks from her joints sounded as tired muscles pulled to release tension. Her eyes flickered towards the clock placed on the back wall, her arms still stretched above her head, and dropped them to her sides with a defeated sign upon seeing the time.

It was time to leave, yet she still had so much to do.

She couldn't help the thoughts that began to swirl in her mind; she let her thoughts run wild after every school day because that was the only sliver of peace she had. Not clouded by a million and one questions that she always, willingly, provided an answer to. Not disillusioned by worry of where, when, what, who, why, and how. After school was peaceful and still.

After school was all too quiet.

It was a silence that made her ears ring and her leg bounce. Silence that was willingly accepted without a second thought, but came with a dreadful price. It was Friday, the start of the weekend, yet all she could think about was how much she had to grade, how she had to clean up before she left, how she would waste the entire weekend doing nothing but plan. It was a silence welcomed with open arms and she felt it grab her, felt it hug her, until it pulled away and yanked her to the deep chasms of her mind where all that was depraved settled. Becoming so used to the unsettling feeling, she let it.

She didn't realize she had zoned out, didn't realize she placed a hand over her mouth in thought - made a mental checklist of all the things she needed to do - and she surely didn't realize the man who now leaned in the doorway to her classroom with hands shoved in his pockets. Tall and slender, with stark gray hair that other coworkers poked and prodded at; the distasteful comment of "you're too young to be gray already" would follow him relentlessly. He had rolled up sleeves that stopped at the elbow, albeit a bit jostled from the terror of a day he had as well, and he dressed comfortably but professionally. And dark brown eyes, weary and strained, that looked over her before a smile pulled onto his lips. Maybe he remained there relatively too long in silence, or maybe just enough in his mind; either way, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

"You look like you just came back from war," he chuckled. His voice caused her to take a sharp inhale; the stress that had her by the arms surged her right back up with one single sentence. Her eyes snapped over to the sound and she went rigid, body tensing at the thought of having to answer yet another stupid, god forsaken, ridiculous question. He couldn’t help but snort at her reaction as he took a step inside, brown eyes flickering over the room with a twinge of curiosity. “Damn, it looks like a war happened here too.” But just as soon as his eyes glanced over the room they returned to her. She was less rigid than before, but tense as he watched her take a deep breath and sit back down.

“Thanks, Suga. As always, you’re incredibly insightful.” Sarcasm riddled within her tone that made him chuckle again. He moved to sit on one of the many desks within the space, choosing one that, at least, looked clean and was cleared off. He took his hands out of his pockets once he sat down; the little desk looked even smaller under him, his feet still touching the floor. And watched as she slumped down in the chair, noticeably tired, her eyes dark and expression matching one of complete and utter woe.

“How was your day?” A halfhearted question he knew she didn't truly want him to answer, a pleasantry that was almost laughable to him. “I hope it was as good as mine was.” Another sardonic statement followed by a wry smile.

There it is, he thought to himself with a small smile. Placing his hands behind him, pale fingers slipping onto the group of desks connected to the one he sat on, he leaned back ever so slightly with a sigh. He hummed, tilted his head to the side as he thought for a moment, and wracked his brain over the hellish events of his own day. “Well, my room looked about the same as yours,” She rolled her eyes, which only furthered him to continue. “But wait there's more! I had to call someone’s mom because they told their friend to fuck off and tried to push them down the stairs after.” Spoken through a chuckle as he recalled the day, adding humor to the situation was the only way, for both parties, to make it manageable and stay afloat.

She laughed.

God. He always swore he felt the world stop spinning when she laughed. To him, it was the best sounding thing in his life, and at a moment like this - seeing her as tired as she was - he reveled in it. “Fair enough,” she shrugged with a small smile. She glided past the comment easily, though he still reeled over her laugh alone, and she smirked once she locked eyes with him. Her eyes boring into his own that made him swallow hard. “But I think I still have you beat, Suga.”

“Do you now?” It was a running competition, of sorts, where both tried to one up each other by means of fiendish anecdotes from their day. Either, one was deemed a winner or it got too frustrating to continue. The latter was the usual, rather predictable, ending; and they both would sit collectively in silence through grief upon hearing wretched story after story.

“I got observed today.”

“So did I.’ He leered, thinking he, again, had her at a stalemate. But his expression fell almost immediately as she continued.

“I know you did, your’s was in the morning. Mine was after recess.”

There was a small pause before he lifted a hand to his mouth, desperately trying to contain the laughter that wished to leave him. But to no avail, as it bubbled from his lips anyway, leaving muffled and broken through his palm. Deep down, he felt rather bad for laughing about a situation that gave her grief. However, if he didn’t laugh, he would surely fall into the deep pits of sorrow and tension; because only he knew just how truly gut wrenching a half baked observation was.

His choked back giggles made her groan and she picked up a stray dry erase marker off her desk. Looked at him through narrowed eyes before she ultimately decided to throw it at him. “I hope your next one is after a field trip, dickhead!”

He was quick to dodge the stray marker, shifted down to duck when he did, but it only made him laugh harder. He completely neglected covering his mouth, dropping his hand to the desk as his laughter rang through her classroom. It was refreshing to hear, palpable, and happy - a sound that, despite the reason, she was all too accepting to hear. “You're evil to wish that upon me."

If there was an award for how many times the woman rolled her eyes, she certainly would've won by now. However, her standoffishness was always met with a cheeky reply and a smile from him. Not once did he ever take such actions, and sometimes slick words, to heart as he knew the origin of them to a tee - fatigue. Knew first hand that she ripped herself open throughout the day only to be left with a gaping wound in the aftermath when everyone went home. Overstimulated, burnt out, and tired were the trifecta of moods he knew down to a science.

“How do you think it went?” Asking once his laughter had dwindled and he turned the conversation to that of sincerity. But the look she gave him in response to the question was telling; he felt his heart strings pull taut at the amount of despair in her eyes. Hidden unfathomably well, if anyone else were to look at her they wouldn't have realized - but he did. Swirled behind a front, buried deep within her mind, but as soon as he saw it he frowned. “Not well, huh?”

He watched as she closed her eyes with yet another sigh, this one deeper than the last, and rested her head against the back of the chair. “Not at all.” The former sarcastic, almost mischievous, voice scorned. “Sometimes I wonder if they think I'm a good teacher at all and not just some warm body as a placeholder.” Said quieter than her latter statement, as if she were too afraid to admit such self depreciation aloud.

“Don't say that.” The man decided to sit up straighter, realizing that the conversation wasn't comfortable anymore, wasn't playful banter as reality set in. He put his hands in his lap instead of on the desks behind him, and looked at her like she was a woman of significance - because, to him, she was. “Don’t beat yourself up about something you have no control over.”

“That’s the problem, Suga,” the once snappy defensiveness he knew, and loved, changed to that of vexation. “It didn’t look like I had control of a class full of fucking ten year olds.”

“Do you remember last year when a kid almost made me cry?” A rhetorical question, and she opened her eyes to look at him in annoyance. Lips parted to tell him that his question had no significance to the issue, that it didn't pertain, but he cut her off. “What about when I was ten minutes late picking up my class from art because I fell asleep? I have never heard the end of it from her by the way, she still tells me every art day that she’s surprised I'm on time. Or how about last week? When I accidentally said orgasm instead of organism, and had to tell every fucking parent in my class I did?”

There was a ghost of a smile on her lips as she remembered last week's events; how the man had to call and grovel over a silly slip of the tongue. But it fell almost as soon as it came, dropping once her thoughts continued to shatter her self confidence. “Well at least you have a hold of your class.” She often measured her own abilities according to his own and to her, she always fell short. Better classroom management, better content, better everything - she felt her heart sink once the words left her lips.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, brown eyes looking at the woman in near frustration. “Do I need to remind you about Valentine’s Day last year?” He watched as she grimaced shook her head. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. So before you keep on telling yourself things that aren’t true, remember that if you’re a bad teacher that makes me an even shittier one.”

She looked at him a moment, letting a silence pass them before she cast her eyes downward to her desk. A wave of foolishness struck her in the chest and made her breathing stagger. Not once did he ever allow her to undervalue herself or her abilities, she didn’t know why she thought he would do so now. Even still, whilst feeling dull, she locked eyes with him and fixated. A benevolence within him that made her take a deep breath, a seriousness in his eyes that ruffled the edges of her soul. “Alright,” she nodded, “you’re right.”

With a small breath, and once again breaking his eye contact, she began to arrange the scattered papers on her desk, hoping to start cleaning up the clutter of her space. But her thoughts continued on, swirled amongst the chasms and gullies in her mind. Twisted and turned until she felt dizzy, nauseous -  stupid. She didn’t notice her expression was so readable, anxious as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. Felt the ripple of unease and daftness begin to sink its claws into her, creating indentations next to others from the past; she knew full well that she couldn’t pry it off, as it only resulted in tearing herself apart when she did.

Within her apprehensive mind, she heard him sigh and the legs of a desk screech from him getting up. She chose not to look up at him, as he would quickly become aware of how she felt - but he knew regardless. Knew that walls seemed to come crashing down on her, and the water was rising with every second that passed. The longer he watched her wade in it, the harder it became for her to make the decision of sink or swim. So he turned upon standing, and began picking up the loose papers, pencils, and miscellaneous items on desks and the floor. Not having been asked, but wished to help regardless, a silent agreement as their eyes met for a fraction of a second before she turned away again.

“Do you want to get a drink with me tonight?” Asked through a breath, a nervousness riddled within his words that was subtle. A subtly that she barely caught but made her stomach tie into knots when she did.

“A drink?”

“Yeah.” He smiled, one that she couldn’t find herself to look at. A restlessness swirled in her stomach once the question was asked, the sickly sensation lurching her from the waves of anxiety to the vice-like grip of timorousness. No longer being crushed by a weight of responsibilities but cracking under the pressure of minute advances - she would be lying if she said she didn’t like it. Couldn’t trick herself into believing she didn’t enjoy the coyish flirting, saccharine smiles given, or brown eyes that looked at her in sheer infatuation. “C’mon-” he coaxed. “You’re stressed out, and you deserve to not think about teaching for once in your life. Besides, we can disappoint parents by having lives outside of here.”

A breath of air passed through her nose at his latter statement, a small smile pulling at her lips at the thought. “I hope they see us there,” she mused, letting a gentle chuckle follow despite her disposition. “Let them call the principal and everything.” She saw him pause, holding a broken pencil in his hand as he turned to look over to her, and watched as his smile grew at her words.

“So you’re coming with me?”

Biting at her bottom lip to hide the smile that wanted to stretch at her lips, she locked eyes with him once more. “Are you paying?”

“If it gets you to say yes, then sure I’m paying.”

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[siilvan]

Solitude

Characters: Mylène "Petra" Scholten de Ridder

Summary: The feeling of being alone. (Or something like that.)

Genre: Light angst? Idk, it's just sleep-deprived rambling lol

Warnings: Semi-proofread, light cursing, some mentions/allusions to canon-typical violence, again it's just random shit

Word Count: 1.5k

Note: I wrote this in a few hours because I've been an emo bitch lately and figured I'd do what I always do when I'm sad, AKA take it out on my oc (◡‿◡) I might leave it up, I might cringe after I wake up and delete it, who knows honestly? I promise I'm working on things people actually want to read, btw

If Petra was one thing, it was a woman not easily phased by trivial matters. War, violence, exhaustion, death – all things she was experienced with. All things she knew how to handle on any given day. She earned both her call sign and her position for exactly that reason, even.

Now, if Mylène was one thing, it was a woman constantly weighed down with the things she faces on any given day. War, violence, exhaustion, death – it haunts her every waking moment. She had learned to deal with it over the years, how to put a pin in her emotions for the sake of getting the job done. People needed her to be the steady hand, so that’s what she became.

She never quite learned how to deal with the loneliness, though.

"Just call me if you need me, okay? Any time, I don't care when or where. I'm there."

The words felt foreign as soon as they left the captain's lips. She wasn't used to hearing that. She was always the one people came to rely on.

A heavy sigh escapes Mylène's lips as she unceremoniously flops down on the sofa with her old scrapbook in-hand. It was a hobby her mother had, one she didn’t understand until it was too late to even tell the woman that she learned why she loved it so much.

That's another thing she was. Sentimental. All she ever seemed to do when she was alone was reminisce. The good days, the bad days, the moments that she was sure went right in and out of anyone else's brain – her first sniping lesson with Price, the first time Nikolai called her "Mila," the first time she heard Ghost's genuine laugh, when she and Soap discovered their mutual love of art, the one single time she almost beat Gaz in a race… small moments, but ones she held close to her heart.

As she flips the near-overstuffed book open, she's immediately greeted with another memory. One she was honestly surprised she could still recall so clearly, considering she was only six years old during it.

A photo, taken in the dead of winter. Her family was in the states, visiting her aunt and uncle for Christmas. They were at the dinner table – her aunt was to the left, her honey blonde hair tossed over her shoulder as a few streaks of silvery grey finally started to show, with a three-year-old Emiel sitting in her lap and babbling away to her. To the right was her uncle, the grey in his dark hair and beard far more visible as he leaned back in his chair, a soft smile resting on his lips as he watched the six-year-old in his lap frantically scribble away on a piece of paper with a crayon. In the back, standing in the backyard and visible through the half-open glass door, was her father – younger, not yet the man she knew him as – and her two cousins, tossing a football back and forth and laughing away. Even her childhood dog was there, a blur in the picture as she ran after the ball.

Her mom wasn't in the photo. Judging by Emiel pointing somewhere behind the camera, she was the one taking it.

The more Mylène thought about it, the more it almost became funny. There was a point in time when she was surrounded by people, almost too many for her to keep up with. Her gaze lifts from the page; she tries to ignore the wetness clinging to her eyelashes as she looks around her living room. Other than her, it's empty. Her brother was somewhere else in the world, surely finishing another sensitive mission that Laswell assigned to him. "I want the best for the job," she always says. Her aunt and uncle were still in the states, but every time she thought about them, all that seemed to come to mind was how they lost fifteen years to the anger of her father.

After years of losing people left and right – allies, entire teams, patients in her care, civilians, friends – maybe it was for the best that she was alone. Even the task force had some close scrapes over the years, moments when she worried about losing one of the people she had come to consider a second family.

Mylène closes the scrapbook with a heavy thud and sets it down on the small coffee table in front of her. She shifts, pulling her knees up to her chest and eyeing the cellphone sitting next to the book. It was silent, save for the occasional spam email or update from her superiors. If she wasn't a woman ruled by her sense of pride, she'd consider sending someone a message.

Maybe she could text Freya and ask about her progress with the recent training exercises she gave her. Or, maybe she could text Christine for an update on the new batch of recruits. Maybe she could even come up with some lame excuse to text Olga, ask her how she's doing after her company rapidly expanded out of the blue.

No, no… She's a woman with too much pride for that. Johnny, Kyle, Simon… She didn’t have a viable excuse for bothering any of them. Between their work and their partners, she doubted any of those three had time for her, anyway.

Price? No, definitely busy with the missus. Nikolai? She can never predict what he's up to, but she assumed it was probably work or his own love, too. Laswell? God, what weak excuse could she even come up with in that scenario.

"Any time, I'm there."

She lowers her head and lets her chin rest on top of her knees. She was only home because she had to be – the captain claimed she was working herself to the bone and needed the time off before she ran herself ragged.

"You can take a week off," He chuckles, patting her shoulder before squeezing it in a firm grip. "Everything'll keep running when you're gone, I promise. We won't fall apart without you."

She laughed at the time. "Just give me a call if Johnny blows one of his fingers off, he's already almost done that three times this month alone." She said.

Was she selfish for feeling a pang in her chest? "It's natural to want to feel wanted," she can already hear someone wiser than her saying. Who could she actually say that to, though? Everyone around her was too busy and too interested in their own lives. She was just… well, herself. Lieutenant Petra; always stable, always the guiding hand, always the last one to complain when times get tough.

Her phone buzzes as the screen flashes to life. She picks it up and sees her brother's name in the notifications. When she clicks into their messages, it's a picture of him sitting in the back of a helicopter, his gear half-stripped off but his mask still on, covering the lower half of his face and leaving his smeared eye black and messy hair on display as he gives the camera a little thumbs-up.

Always his way of telling her he's okay after a mission. Whenever she was sent out, she'd do the same. Mylène sends a quick reply – "Try and spend more than three days at base when you get back." – and turns her phone off again.

It would be easy to message someone at this point and tell them the truth. "I'm feeling lonely, do you have time to chat?" are just nine little words. She was always the one telling her teammates and the soldiers under her command to reach out if they ever needed her, and yet the thought of doing the same felt like an impossible goal.

She turns her phone on its face and leans back against the cushion. After years of being her own shoulder to cry on, why was she suddenly feeling so lonely? She didn't need to be coddled, she didn't need to be someone's baby, she was always capable of relying on herself and no one else. She promised herself that the last time she broke down in front of someone else would be the last time she let herself do something like that. She didn't need it. She could take care of herself.

Mylène pushes herself off the sofa, worrying at the inside of her cheek. Everyone has their priorities and people they're already focused on caring for. She has herself, and that's all she needs. She doesn't need a shoulder to cry on or someone who knows how she's feeling all hours of the day.

"Verdomme…" She lifts her hands up and presses the heels of her palms to her eyes. "Get it together, Scholten…" She mutters in the empty room, drawing in and releasing slow, deep breaths until she can lower her hands to her sides once more. She handles it, just like always.

She has herself, and that's all she needs.

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TALK TO ME ABOUT MAKEUP PLEASE!!! What are your favorite brands? What product can you not like without? What are your everyday makeup go to's in terms of products you reach for and enjoy, which products do you hate? (Thank you for answering the perfume ask, I also love similar scents and elements!!)

OH MY GOD I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ASK

i have been ITCHING to have some constructive conversations about makeup that are not so much about consumption as they are about techniques, artistry and just the joy of bringing different aesthetics to life. but unfortunately none of my girlfriends are into it to the level i am. i'm obsessed!!!! to anyone reading this, don't use me as a role model, but this is where i'm at LOL 😂 it truly is a hobby for me

What are your favorite brands?

in the past i wouldn't have said i had a favourite brand per se, but i've been converted to being a mac girl! as a result of them not really promoting themselves in online spaces i was not exposed to their products and they kind of flew under the radar, even though we do have mac stores here (quite a few, actually). also the price point lol so i much preferred to buy drugstore when i was younger. but, at this point, i have so much stuff already that i am planning to not buy as much in the future and just purchase one or two mac products every couple of months, because they have so many things!

for example, i love love love how all the mac girls combine their lipsticks and liners and honestly the idea of using a cool-toned lip liner or a contrasting shade for definition has been such a game changer in a world where so many makeup-wearers have taken to maintaining this uniform, dull look (sorry zoomers but clean girl makeup is just not that girl she will never be that girl!!). i also love the limited edition lipsticks they brought back for the 40-year anniversary and literally scoured every website & phoned every mac store in town to get my hands on bubbles, haku and fleshpot ☠️they are such unusual shades, like, first of all, i have to say that i love how the really nude fleshpot looks against a dark liner. it's soooo ~alternative and a fun way to reference the 90s. bubbles & haku are so colour-shifting in the light as well, i just keep staring at them sometimes :)) they are definitely not the type of colours i would usually wear and i'm not the biggest fan of frosts either. but you know what? looking back, this y2k trend did, in fact, slay

i also managed to snag the stone lip liner, which is always out of stock, as you know. they are releasing new ones at the end of the month and i have my eyes on 'greige' as an additional cool-toned liner (these are SO hard to find). to top off my collection, i managed to find the makeup forever liners in endless cacao and even whatever black (and, of course) our dependable drugstore girlfriend rimmel cappuccino.

but, to come back to the question of brands, i've always felt that maybelline are such an accessible source of good quality lipsticks on the cheaper side. their lip crayons are legit one of my favourites of all time. so lightweight on the lips and so easy to apply. the shade 'lead the way' is the best possible charlotte tillbury pillow talk dupe. the superstay vinyl ink liquid lipsticks are also quite good. the superstay MATTE inks will /not/ budge and probably survive the apocalypse if that's your thing. they have a wide selection of everything you might want, but i feel like the lips is where they are truly excellent

other brands from which i've purchased a lot are essence/catrice. similarly, they have a wide range of products of decent quality that you buy at a lower price point. i don't know about their foundations or powders, but i've bought lip liners, lipsticks, nail polishes, highlighters, blushes and they've all been more than fine

i should mention nyx here as well, as they often have cool stuff that goes viral. VERY good source of lip liners. the fixing spray is also very good. would not buy eyeshadow from them though. i did once and it was very patchy and all the purples looked gray and you couldn't really tell the colours apart. as far as eye palettes are concerned, my collection is mainly from urban decay and colourpop

What product can you not live without?

oooooooffff many! 😂 but, if i was in an absolute hurry, i suppose i would have to say concealer. i have dark circles and if, i just had to put one thing on my face, i would have to be practical and choose that instead of something more unhinged. :)) i'm currently using a cream concealer and realised, at my big age, that, if you apply it with a special concealer brush, you can use way less product and get better coverage 🤦 this technique is also a lot more effective at covering any pimples. before this i was using the same sponge i use for foundation application and was always left wanting. ☠️

What are your everyday makeup go to's in terms of products you reach for and enjoy,

for someone who has a lot of stuff (mainly lipsticks, liners and eyeshadows, to be honest), i have a lot of staple products as well that i don't really mess with and keep repurchasing. it's simplified my life a lot because i don't have the energy to keep trying makeup in every single category :))

the COTY airspun loose face powder - there is a lot of product in one unit (35g) and, since i have oily skin, i go through a lot, but one box of this lasts me a few months, which is amazing. before this i was using the fenty loose powder, but it's a lot more expensive and has less product

the MAC extra dimension blush, shade 'into the pink'. i've had this for two years, used it constantly and just managed to hit a little bit of pan. it's life-changing. finally, i had found a cool-toned blush. perfect for everyday and you do not have to think too much when applying because the colour doesn't build up like crazy to make you look like you've been stung by a bee

the essence liquid ink eyeliner. this thing is so cheap, lasts forever and does not smudge. idek how many of them i've used up over the years

the essence lash princess in green. i'm so pretentious about mascara and could never find one that didn't clump. this one is the best i've tried so far.

the rimmel brow this way crayon in the shade 'blonde'. like with mascara, i NEVER liked my eyebrow pencils, the shades were always off somehow, darker than i needed. this is legit the only one that is the exact colour of my brows and fits seamlessly. i go through these constantly. recently, out of curiosity, i've purchased a similar-looking tube, the alverde brow stick in the shade 04 macchiato (for my DM girlies!) and it seems to be doing the same job. relieved to know i have a backup if rimmel ever discontinue theirs!

the urban decay matte fixing spray. this is a holy grail for a reason. it's getting increasingly more difficult to find in my country though. also, i will have to put this under the microscope bc lately it felt a bit powdery on my skin so it's either i didn't shake it enough, they changed the formula or my combination-oily ass face is acting up again

i use these every time i put makeup on, except the mac blush and the urban decay fixing spray, but even so, i use those two very often. they've become regulars in my routine, but they're not the most exciting products (except the mac blush. that is such a pretty shade). but, for fun, i'm very much a glitter and highlighter person 😂 i recently, finally, bought some of the kaleidos highlighters and they truly are incredible in the way they catch the light and how the colours shift when you move. so those are what i'd label the products i look forward to the most atm, along with haku, bubbles, fleshpot and stone

which products do you hate?

so, no matter how much i try, i just cannot get along with lipgloss. unless i'm going to bed! then when i wake up it has done its magic and my lips are a little less dry and chapped 😂 but as a daytime product, it just gets everywhere, it's very sticky and smudgy and i don't like having to constantly check my lips in the mirror to fix it. just a major hassle overall. likewise with lipsticks that are too glossy and never stay in one place. lip oils? why.

i've also had the misfortune to purchase some foundations i really fucking hate and i have been painstakingly trying to finish them (i have a high chance of finishing two of them this autumn), as i don't really like to waste product. the MUP liquid waterproof foundation is way too thick and cakey and the shiseido revitalessence skin glow is way too liquid and patchy. formulation-wise, these products are the exact opposite but both of them turn me into an oil bath lol

i also don't like cream blushes, highlighters or bronzers. i have oily skin and have to set with powder, so it would be an extra hassle for me to make sure these products can still be seen after i apply the powder. i saw that some people set them with the powder versions of the same product, but that just sounds like extra steps to me and just an excuse to hoard even more products and complicate the routine even more

speaking of blushes and bronzers, cool-toned makeup is just so hard to find in general, everything is orange and peach these days. i have been really contemplating some products i've accumulated mindlessly over the years and i'm going to have to declutter a lot of my blushes and bronzers because they just make me look crazy. they are either way too orange or dark or hyper pigmented. i am very pale and do not tan so i really much prefer either just straight up taupe or pinkish blushes. here i really have to recommend c-, j- or k-beauty because there you can find these tones exactly and i can finally wear some flattering shades 😂

and, i have to say, erin parsons and not_another_hanna on TT, who like wearing cool-toned makeup on the regular, are absolute queens and have such a distinctive, stand-out style. you can tell they don't really care about looking conventional and really appreciate the artistry of playing with colours and formulas in interesting ways

i'm including this handy collage to illustrate the kind of looks i'm into atm ✨

(Thank you for answering the perfume ask, I also love similar scents and elements!!)

i'm glad to hear it!! birds of a feather, no? 🫶

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Blogmas: Kylie Cosmetics Black Friday Haul 🤍

Hi guys,

During Black Friday weekend Kylie Jenner had up to 40% off her Kylie Cosmetics collection so I decided it was the perfect time to pick up some new products!

So let's chat through the products I picked up, starting with face products. The first product I added to my cart was the Pressed Powder Blush in shade 334 Pink Power, (normal price, £19.00). I adore Kylie's powder blush formula because the shades are so pigmented and she has a great shade range. I went for Pink Power which is a stunning traditional pink tone. Next I went for the Matte Liquid Eyeshadow in It's Her World £20.00. I am obsessed with Kylie's liquid formula because the shades are so pigmented, blend like a dream and last all day. In the spirit of pink I went for the shade It's Her World which is a dusty pink shade. Lastly in the face category I decided to pick up the travel sized Kylash Volume Mascara , £12.00. I have heard so much hype around this mascara for months now but I didn't want to buy a full size mascara. Luckily on Kylie's site she has a travel size one which was perfect for me. Personally I've used the mascara for 2 weeks and I am obsessed!!!! The mascara doesn't transfer, it isn't clumpy and makes my eyes look so much brighter. Honestly I'm annoyed I didn't just get the full sized.

Now let's chat lip products because I couldn't order off Kylie and not get some lip treats let's be honest here. The first item I added to my cart was the Gloss Drip Lip gloss , £17.00 in the shade underestimated. This product was actually the reason I went onto the website because I've wanted to try it for ages but wasn't sure, luckily it was in the discount. Underestimated is a gorgeous sheer baby pink shade and the formula is amazing. The gloss is so hydrating, makes my lips look amazing and really lasts like it isn't one of those glosses that looks great for 20 mins and then disappears, it's really worth trying for yourself. Next up I added a Lip Liner, £13.00 in the shade Forever & Always. I adore Kylie's lip liners as a formula because they are so long lasting and really make my lips look bigger but kinda natural which is surprising. Forever & Always is a great shade to pick up because it's a warm pink nude so it would suit a lot of skin tones. Lastly I picked up another Matte Lip Crayon, £17.00 in the shade Main Character. Out of Kylie's most recent launches the lip crayons are by far my favourite because they are long lasting and look amazing! Previously I bought a soft nude shade, this time I picked up a dusty mauve shade which I love, it has a like pink / red undertone and it's perfect for the festive season.

All these products would make great gift ideas or even stocking fillers for the festive season. As always all products mentioned are linked above. If you want to see any tutorials using these products above please let me know.

Lots of love

Bella x x

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Project Pan / Mini Review

From Jan 21st, 2025

I’m trying to motivate myself to use up cosmetics I’d otherwise neglect, and posting it online for nobody to see is more fun than having a google document to keep track of it. I’ll also do mini reviews sometimes, because I want to, and there’s the slim chance of it being helpful for somebody else on the interweb.

Maybelline Cheek Heat Blush: Fuschia Spark I don’t really like too much blush and find this a bit patchy. There’s less left in the tube than it looks like, this should be done within the year.

The Ordinary High Adherence Silicone Primer: Not a really necessary product for me, sometimes I mix it with things. Aiming to finish within the year.

Max Factor Miracle Touch Foundation: 75 Golden Decent foundation, though the shade is a bit warmer and darker than I like. It can apply a bit dry, despite its balmy cream formula, so works better with wetter/oilier skin prep. I usually use a piece of sponge or fingers to apply this. I’ve already hit pan on this, I intend to finish it this year.

KVD Good Apple Skin Perfecting Foundation Balm: Medium 027. This is not a bad foundation, but for the price (NZ$87 full price, it was marked down significantly when I bought it but I don’t know how much. Plus shipping as it’s online only.) it should be better. I find to get a good finish on this foundation I have to work it into the skin quite well, otherwise it can look a bit mask-like on me. I have dry skin, and find it doesn’t so much look matte as it does smooth. Typically I use a dense brush in circular scrubbing motions. I don’t think high end products should require excess effort to work (neither should cheap ones, but it’s more understandable). Considering it’s reasonably full, I want to aim to use up at least half of this by the end of the year.

Shiseido Kajal Ink Artist: 12 Golden Gilt I bought this on clearance for $5, and since it’s getting a bit dry I want to use it up before it goes manky. It’s a nice sparkly gold. Intend to use it all up this year.

Loreal Infallible Grip Gel Automatic Eyeliner: 004 Brown Denim: Aiming to be done within two months.

Designer Brands Lush Moisturising Lipstick: Antique Rose: Feels lovely on the mouth, but not a colour I like on myself right now. Intend to finish this year.

Mecca Max Lipstick: Rumour Mill I find this can get a bit dry and gloppy on my lips, and the colour is a bit orangey for my tastes. It works well mixed with the other lipsticks. Should be finished this year.

Rimmel Lasting Finish Lipstick: Coffee Shimmer This lipstick has a weird fruity-cinnamon-crayon smell, which, combined with the colour, discourages me from wearing it more. It is quite full, so my goal is to use at least half of it this year.

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Julep Eyeshadow 101 Crème to Powder Waterproof Eyeshadow Stick Duo, Taupe Shimmer and Stone

Price: (as of – Details) From the brand Julep Beauty Best Sellers Eyeshadow 101 Crème to Powder Stick: Waterproof crease-proof powder that won’t transfer or budge. When Pencil Met Gel Liner: High-performance pigments offer bold color that lasts all day or night. It’s Balm Lip Crayon: Provides smooth, rich color, and a hint of gloss (with vitamin E and sunflower butter). Skip the Brush:…

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Zoeva Cosmetics: Powerful Lip Twist BNIB!.

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MARS Long Lasting Crayon Lipstick

Introduction

Are you looking for a lipstick that combines long-lasting wear and bright color? Look no further than MARS' Long Lasting Crayon Lipstick. This breakthrough product is catching the cosmetic industry by storm, and with good cause. 

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What Makes MARS Long Lasting Crayon Lipstick Special?

The secret to the MARS Long Lasting Crayon Lipstick's popularity is its revolutionary recipe. Unlike typical lipsticks, this crayon lipstick contains a unique combination of waxes and pigments that result in a smooth, long-lasting finish.

One swipe provides a rich, vibrant color that lasts for hours. Whether you want a bright red or a subtle neutral, the MARS Crayon Lipstick has you covered.

Benefits of Using MARS Long Lasting Crayon Lipstick

Say goodbye to frequent touch-ups. The MARS Long Lasting Crayon Lipstick remains on for hours, even after eating and drinking. This makes it an excellent option for hectic days and special events.

The crayon's design ensures accurate application every time. Whether you're a makeup novice or a seasoned artist, this lipstick is simple to apply.

How to Choose the Right Shade for Your Skin Tone

Before selecting a shade, it is critical to understand your skin's undertone. Are you chilly, warm, or neutral? Knowing this will allow you to select a hue that complements your complexion properly.

Soft pinks and nudes look great on fair skin. Medium skin tones look excellent in mauves and berry tints, while darker complexions look fantastic in deep reds and purples.

Application Tips for a Flawless Look

Begin by exfoliating your lips to eliminate dead skin. To guarantee a smooth base for your lipstick, apply a nourishing lip balm next.

Outline your lips with the crayon to create exact edges, then fill in the remainder. The creamy texture allows for easy application without dragging.

Perfecting Your Look with MARS Crayon Lipstick

For a more defined look, pair your MARS Crayon Lipstick with a matching lip liner. This helps to reduce feathering and increases the color's durability.

If you like a softer, more natural look, use your finger to softly smooth the lipstick's edges after application.

Why MARS Long Lasting Crayon Lipstick is a Must-Have

This lipstick is really versatile. It may be used alone to create a strong effect or topped with gloss for more sparkle. Its diverse color palette ensures that everyone can find something they like.

Despite its superior quality, the MARS Long Lasting Crayon Lipstick is reasonably priced, making it available to anyone.

How to Remove MARS Long Lasting Crayon Lipstick

Use a mild makeup remover to remove the lipstick. Oil-based removers are particularly effective in breaking down the long-lasting composition.

Follow up with a gentle cleanser to eliminate all remnants of the lipstick, leaving your lips clean and ready for the next application.

Where to Buy MARS Long Lasting Crayon Lipstick

You can get MARS Long Lasting Crayon Lipstick from a variety of online vendors, including the Good Choice India website. Shopping online provides the convenience of browsing different hues and reading user feedback.

If you like to see the product in person before purchasing, visit major beauty stores and select retail locations.

Caring for Your Lips While Using Long-Lasting Lipsticks

Keep your lips nourished by drinking plenty of water and applying hydrating lip balm on a regular basis. This helps to keep your lipstick's surface smooth.

Once a week, exfoliate your lips to remove dead skin cells. This can be done with a lip scrub or a gentle toothbrush.

Conclusion

MARS Long Lasting Crayon Lipstick is a major changer in the beauty industry. With its revolutionary formula, diverse hue range, and long-lasting wear, it's a must-have for anyone trying to boost their beauty game. Whether you're new to cosmetics or an experienced artist, this lipstick has something for everyone. Don't miss out on adding this amazing item to your collection. Shop for MARS Long Lasting Crayon Lipstick today at Good Choice India and see the difference for yourself.

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Wallet-Friendly Beauty: 10 Irresistible Lipsticks for Every Occasion

In the kaleidoscope of beauty, the quest for the perfect lipstick that doesn’t dent your budget can be both thrilling and challenging. Fear not, beauty enthusiasts! We’ve scoured the beauty aisles to bring you a curated list of 10 irresistible lipsticks that offer both quality and affordability. And, for those aspiring to perfect the art of makeup, we’ll dive into the dynamic scene of Makeup Academy and Makeup School in Mumbai.

The Allure of Affordable Beauty

Embarking on a journey to discover budget-friendly beauty essentials is like opening a treasure chest of possibilities. Let’s explore 10 lipsticks that not only complement your style but also keep your wallet smiling.

Nykaa Ultra Matte Lipstick — Frida: A Splash of Elegance

First up, Nykaa Ultra Matte Lipstick in Frida offers a timeless elegance. This budget-friendly gem boasts a rich texture and intense pigmentation, making it a go-to choice for those seeking sophistication without the hefty price tag.

Maybelline New York Color Sensational Creamy Matte Lipstick — Ravishing Rose: Everyday Glam

For an everyday touch of glam, Maybelline’s Ravishing Rose hits the sweet spot. Its creamy matte finish combines comfort with style, making it an affordable essential for any makeup collection.

Maybelline New York Super Stay Matte Ink Liquid Lipstick — Seductress: Bold and Long-Lasting

When it’s time to make a bold statement, Maybelline Super Stay Matte Ink in Seductress steps into the spotlight. This liquid lipstick offers intense color payoff and impressive staying power without burning a hole in your pocket.

Lakme 9 to 5 Primer + Matte Lip Color — Berry Base: Work-Ready Chic

Heading to the office? Lakme 9 to 5 Primer + Matte Lip Color in Berry Base brings a touch of professionalism with its matte finish. It’s not just an affordable lipstick; it’s a work-ready essential for the modern woman.

Nykaa Matte To Last ! Liquid Lipstick — Bombae: Trendy and Affordable

For those who keep an eye on trends, Nykaa Matte to Last! Liquid Lipstick in Bombae is a must-try. Its liquid formula glides on effortlessly, giving you a trendy look without breaking the bank.

Lakme Enrich Lip Crayon — Peach Magnet: Effortless Charm

Experience the charm of Lakme Enrich Lip Crayon in Peach Magnet. This budget-friendly lip crayon effortlessly combines style with ease, making it an ideal choice for those who appreciate simplicity and elegance.

NYX Professional Makeup Simply Nude Lip Cream — Exposed: Naturally Beautiful

For a naturally beautiful look, NYX Professional Makeup Simply Nude Lip Cream in Exposed takes center stage. Its nude hue and velvety finish make it a wallet-friendly essential for everyday elegance.

Colorbar Velvet Matte Lipstick — Deep Fantasy: Luxe on a Budget

Indulge in the luxurious feel of Colorbar Velvet Matte Lipstick in Deep Fantasy. This affordable gem delivers a rich, matte finish, proving that you can experience luxe without splurging.

Maybelline New York Color Sensational Reds on Fire Lipstick — Ashy Red: A Fiery Affair

For a fiery touch, Maybelline’s Reds On Fire Lipstick in Ashy Red ignites passion without burning your wallet. This budget-friendly lipstick is a vibrant addition to your collection, perfect for those days when you crave a touch of drama.

Wet n Wild MegaLast Liquid Catsuit Matte Lipstick — Nice To Fuchsia: Bold and Playful

Adding a playful touch, Wet n Wild MegaLast Liquid Catsuit Matte Lipstick in Nice To Fuchsia brings bold color to the table. Affordable and daring, this lipstick is a go-to for those who like to experiment with their look.

Makeup Mastery in Mumbai: Unveiling the Beauty Academies

Beyond lipstick love, let’s explore the dynamic world of Makeup Academy in Mumbai and Makeup School in Mumbai, the city of dreams and beauty.

Nurturing Talent: Makeup Academy Marvels in Mumbai

Mumbai boasts a plethora of makeup academies, each a beacon of artistry. Among them, BHI Makeup Academy in Mumbai stands out for its comprehensive courses and experienced instructors. Whether you’re a novice or an aspiring makeup artist, BHI Makeup Academy in Mumbai offers tailored courses to suit your needs.

Practical Excellence: Makeup School BHI in Mumbai

For hands-on learning and practical excellence, BHI in Mumbai is a top choice. With a curriculum focused on real-world skills and industry insights, BHI ensures that its graduates are well-prepared for success in the dynamic realm of makeup artistry.

Conclusion: Beauty on a Budget, Skills on Display

As we conclude our journey through wallet-friendly beauty and the vibrant makeup scene in Mumbai, remember that beauty is an art accessible to all. These 10 lipsticks are proof that you can adorn your lips with style without straining your finances. And for those aspiring to dive deeper into the art of makeup, Mumbai’s Makeup Academy and Makeup School scene await, ready to nurture your skills and passion. Here’s to beauty on a budget and the limitless possibilities it brings!

Source : https://readnewsblog.com/wallet-friendly-beauty-10-irresistible-lipsticks-for-every-occasion/

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"Glow Up: Unveiling the Top 10 Cosmetics Brands in India for Ultimate Beauty Bliss"

Welcome to the dazzling world of beauty and self-care! In a country known for its rich cultural tapestry, India has witnessed an extraordinary surge in the cosmetics industry. From traditional herbal formulations to cutting-edge innovations, the beauty landscape is thriving. Join me as we explore the best 10 cosmetics brands that have taken the Indian beauty scene by storm.

Lakmé: Kicking off our list is the iconic brand Lakmé, synonymous with Indian beauty for decades. Known for its wide range of makeup and skincare products, Lakmé seamlessly blends tradition with modernity. From the classic Enrich Lip Crayons to the innovative Absolute range, Lakmé caters to every beauty need.

Nykaa: Dubbed the beauty haven of India, Nykaa has revolutionized the way we shop for cosmetics. Besides curating an extensive range of international and local brands, Nykaa has its own line of high-quality products. Dive into the world of Nykaa and discover beauty that knows no bounds.

MAC Cosmetics: For those who crave international flair, MAC Cosmetics has been a game-changer. With a diverse range of shades and professional-grade formulations, MAC has become a staple in the makeup kits of beauty enthusiasts and professionals alike.

Forest Essentials: Celebrating the essence of Ayurveda, Forest Essentials is a brand that harnesses the power of natural ingredients. From luxurious skincare to exquisite fragrances, this brand takes you on a journey to rediscover age-old beauty secrets.

Maybelline New York: A global favorite, Maybelline New York has captured the hearts of makeup lovers in India. Affordable, trendsetting, and constantly evolving, Maybelline's products empower you to express your unique style.

Kama Ayurveda: Another advocate of Ayurvedic wisdom, Kama Ayurveda combines authenticity with efficacy. Their skincare and wellness products are crafted with precision, offering a holistic approach to beauty that transcends time.

Colorbar: Bold, vibrant, and unapologetically chic, Colorbar is a go-to for those who want to make a statement. From vivid lip colors to trendsetting eye palettes, Colorbar empowers you to play with color and embrace your individuality.

Faces Canada: With a commitment to delivering high-quality products at accessible prices, Faces Canada has earned its spot in the hearts of many. Their makeup and skincare ranges cater to diverse skin tones and types, making beauty inclusive for all.

Biotique: If you're a fan of the natural approach to beauty, Biotique is your go-to brand. Blending Ayurveda with modern science, Biotique offers a range of products that cater to specific skin and hair concerns, promoting a healthy and radiant glow.

Sugar Cosmetics: Closing our list is Sugar Cosmetics, a brand that believes in the power of makeup to inspire confidence. Known for their trendsetting products and cruelty-free formulations, Sugar Cosmetics encourages you to express your creativity and embrace your unique beauty.

Conclusion: In the kaleidoscope of India's beauty landscape, these 10 cosmetics brands stand out as trailblazers, offering a diverse array of products to suit every style and preference. Whether you're a makeup maven or a skincare enthusiast, these brands invite you to embark on a beauty journey that celebrates the artistry of self-expression. Indulge, experiment, and let your beauty shine!

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rafe would not be able to say no when it comes to buying his little things especially cute outfits and stuffies

Literally 😭

He spoils you to no end. Other's might say you could turn into a brat if he keeps buying you stuff or gives in any time you ask him if you could get a new stuffie, outfit, crayons, etc. but Rafe can't agree with that. You're still the sweet angel that thanks him more than once every time he gets you something new, just like the first time he got you a stuffie after you opened up to him about your age regression and it's your most priced possession (hell he doesn't see you without it anymore atp)

"What you doing baby?" he asks leaning over to look what got you occupied on your phone for more than half an hour now and smiles seeing you were looking through an agere shop for any new items that got published.

"Nothin', jus looking." you smile back at him showing him the two outfits you already had on your wishlist together with some stuffed animals, and coloring books.

While you were looking at a cute set of pacis he grabs your phone, confusing you until you shuffled closer to him, leaning your head against his shoulder as he was typing away on your phone.

He hands it back to you with a smirk and chuckles when he hears your gasp of realization at what he did.

"Did you buy my whole wishlist?" you whip your head in his direction. "B-But that's so much..."

"Stop pouting." he pulls you closer, pecking your lips. "I did it because I wanted to and because you deserve it for making me the happiest man on earth." he says grabbing your phone once more and looking through what he just ordered for you. "You should worry more about finding a matching paci to the new outfits, baby."