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marauderundercover · 3 years ago

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Day Five: Pumpkin Spice

Marinette Dupain Cheng was stressed. Not only was she behind on her commission for her Uncle Jagged, but she was also supposed to be meeting her boyfriend’s family for the first time. Ever. And for some god awful reason, they seemed to be early people. Or, she assumed they were, as they had invited her for breakfast instead of dinner. And she obviously didn’t get enough sleep last night, which meant she overslept this morning. Which meant she didn’t have time to make coffee before someone was knocking on her door. ‘Must be Tim,’ she thinks idly, yelling that it’s open and to come in as she finishes her makeup in the bathroom (completely forgetting that this is Gotham and she should really be more careful about that).

“Er, I don’t think it’s a good idea to just say come in if you haven’t checked to see who’s at the door.” An unfamiliar voice says from the living room. She screeches and slams the bathroom door shut, locking herself in.

“Marinette! What’re you going to do?” Tikki asks quietly.

“I don’t know! All I have in here is a straightener and a curling wand. I can’t exactly ask whoever that is to wait to attack me until my weapons have heated up!” She hisses under her breath.

“Uh, Mari? Can I call you Mari, that’s what Timmy calls you. Anyway, I promise I’m not gonna hurt you or anything. I’m Dick Grayson, Tim’s oldest brother? He overslept so I volunteered to pick you up for breakfast.” Tim’s alleged brother says and she frowns. Sure, she wanted to trust the guy and she didn’t really wanna make a bad first impression, but he was also a strange man in her apartment.

“If you can tell me something that only Tim would know, I’ll come out of the bathroom.” She finally says, barely hearing the sigh on the other side of the door.

“Please, Mari, I honestly don’t know what to tell you. Tim has mentioned that you guys met at a coffee shop, so I brought you a coffee-”

“Oh my gosh, thank you so much, you’re my favorite!” Marinette cheers, opening the bathroom door immediately. Dick blinks at her, frowning.

“You know, it’s a really good thing I actually am Tim’s brother. You have no sense of self preservation.” He says with a frown. Marinette shrugs, looking him over and noticing he wasn’t holding a coffee.

“Was the coffee a decoy?” She asks with a pout. Dick snorts and shakes his head.

“No, it’s actually in the car.” He says. She hums happily and grabs her purse, double checking Tikki was in it (she was, and she was glaring at her with a ‘we are so talking about this later’ look).

“Ready!” She chirps, smiling widely at him. He just shakes his head and leads her down to the car. As she gets into the car, she finally thinks about texting Tim. Duh. She should’ve done that to start. Sighing at her carelessness, she quickly shoots him a text, but doesn’t wait for a response before she gets in the car. Afterall, Dick had coffee. She hums happily as he passes her the warm cup, before frowning slightly at the smell.

“I wasn’t sure how you take it, so I just got you my fall favorite.” Dick explains, and she nods, still cautious. She inhales deeply and though the scent of the warm spices isn’t unpleasant, she’s confused why it’s coming from the coffee.

“What exactly is it?” She asks.

“Pumpkin spice latte.” Dick says, and she smiles, but sighs internally. Of course Gotham would have something so odd. Although not life threatening, her allergy to pumpkins would be a major pain if she ingested any pumpkin. As Dick drives, she turns and watches the city go by, occasionally pulling the cup up to pretend like she’s taking drinks. She didn’t want to be rude, after all. She’d just find a way to get rid of it later. And slip a couple dollars to Dick when he wasn’t paying attention. He did buy the coffee. Marinette frowns as the houses start getting farther and farther apart. Where was he taking her? Her jaw drops as the car pulls up in front of a huge building surrounded by an iron fence. Why- was this where Tim lived?

“Are you really Tim’s brother or did you take me to some weird Gotham castle to murder me.” She blurts out, eyes widening at the words she (definitely) did not mean to say. Dick snorts, shaking his head.

“No murders from me, kid. I’m a police officer.” He says, and she lets out a small sigh before nodding.

“Oh, okay, good.” She says, willing her hands to not shake nervously as they walk up to the door. Before Dick can open the door, it’s flung open and Tim is standing there and all of her nerves wash away. She rushes into his arms and sighs happily, barely noticing as Dick just grins and walks past the two of them, announcing their arrival to the rest of the house.

“Are you okay?” He asks quietly. She furrows her eyebrows, but nods, giving him a questioning look. He nods to the cup in her hand. “It’s full.” He says, and she blushes.

“Your brother got it for me, but I’m allergic to pumpkin.” She whispers back. He laughs. An honest to Kwami, loud, obnoxious laugh. She steps back and glares at him, not seeing the humor in this situation.

“Mars, have you never had a pumpkin spice latte?” He asks and she scoffs.

“Obviously I haven’t, Timothy. Maman and Papa don’t even sell pumpkin pastries in the bakery.” She sighs out, remembering the incident where they’d discovered what happened when she eats pumpkin. It was not an experience she wanted to relive.

“Pumpkin spice lattes don’t have pumpkin.” Tim says with a soft smile. Marinette blinks.

“Then why are they called pumpkin spice?” She asks, bewildered. Tim shrugs.

“The world may never know.”

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revelaare · 4 years ago

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Shit said in the Crimson Discord & VC, taken out of context part 2, (the sequel)

Big NSFW warning, probably

his meat slid off and then slid right back on

[PRONOUN] can punch me in my uterus and make a hammock out of my ovaries

it’s one of the worst fucking things i’ve ever heard, and i’ve heard someone literally shit their pants

they tagged me and my ass clenched

this man just said “I want to eat ur ass and then kiss you” ok buddy

a man with a plan

my grandpa is texting his hoes from his flip phone

god my lawyer was a hit but idk if she will be the chosen one or not

hello give me your toenails

i'll touch you in a non-weird way

he was in that movie with the people, he was the human.

i want her to brush my hair

If we have dick glasses they have to be of the highest quality for the best experience

i don't wanna watch that white nonsense

i would throat him like a fine wine

these millenials can't live without ac? back in my day we lived on the sun

yall better put those goats on a wheel, tell them to start running

he looks like a bitch

yes or no, u wud punch the light bulb out of thomas edisons wrinkly pruned hand and asked him if he believed in god

still has skin and a working body

i needed to wait until my voice changes

you thought i was snacking on joe biden’s savory meat stick

barack guckin oglizzy, oguckma, barack osugma, Joe choden, OglchnnngggHHHYynnUUUnnghhma

why did i have a dream that i was taking the lid off my car

false gods require wine, real gods require coochiefice

fettucine wet ass pussy

that was all you sent me. the picture of a raccoon and then nothing

it isn’t hate, it is ‘continuously let down by’.

i never went to school who science

i’m gunna go peer pressure my mum into a shot

thank you for furthering my career at hot topic

i will suck the ingrown hair off of him

it has huge jackman in it

i chomped on this eggshell, got my calcium in for the day

i will take you to touch the mango

i want to see all the big things

[PRONOUN] has collar bones so deep you could hook a clothing hanger into it

no asscheeks in fucking family chat you animals

he will eat you alive and suck out your intestines like its a spaghetti noodle

[NAMES]’s Tiggle Biddie’s

dropped acid, cried the whole night.

my stomach is hooping and hollering, i’m about to eat some sleep

you want my throatsac ??

please dont know me as the toenail eater

you have to keep the skin on one side while you eat the other, thats basic mango physics

i mean he is some good sasuage

calm down dick Hannibal

respectfully, what the fuck is this

tbf i only eat my steaks where they need tampons

you committed acts of culinary terrorism

does your refrigerator whimper and cower in the corner when you approach it. that's your fridge trying to use echo location to locate a safe space

thundercuck

i almost met Jesus, I almost got an autograph. Almost got a greatest hits signed album.

respectfully, are you smoking fucking crack?

my left testicle could play better than you

i’ll eat him with ketchup

son of a biscuit eating bulldog!

now it’s back to me sucking, all is right in the world.

holy fuck weasels.

holy fuck, weasels!

why does the bad guy look like the Statue of Liberty?

this is a man that sometimes willingly dresses like a lumberjack

and me, being an emotional cripple, must make jokes about this.

hey my name is [NAME] i'm **definitely** who i say i am

[NAME OR PRONOUN] offered a back massage by calling it the “tickle thing”

i love a man who puts his parents in a nursing home.

my brain is going to take a hot shower

wait have u seen steve harvey's coochie

if it were me i would simply not be pregnant

look im not about to be out here saying i love [NAME OR PRONOUN] feet, but i am about to be out here saying that their feet are some of the nicest feet i've seen in a long time

i named my cloyster renesmee

[NAME] was texting me from the bathtub

you’re pregnant? That’s unfortunate.

do I say dumb shit? Perhaps. Do I take ownership? Perhaps.

i pay for things in blissful ignorance

i am an emotional vagrant

i am an emotional fragrance

to make a long motherfucking story short...

this enchilada tastes like asshole and sadness

you are not an ugly bitch, you’re just a bitch

that’s not a nut shot, buddy.

i’m sad because i sucked the meat off of this pumpkin spice latte

i want to make a blanket out of his eyebrows

what are you disgracing my Christian eyes for?

he be looking at that dick like why does it go so much to the left?

I want her to record an audio book for me so I can fall asleep listening to her voice.

Can I lick you like an ice cream cone? Asking for science.

like you're out to lunch with your bromie and you're eating some rubens or something and you wistfully look over the rim of your sunglasses and just: You ever buss 2 fast

my accent is flaccid

timotay chalamaymay’s sweet ass

on the bright side mcallister’s gave me 3 pickle spears. Almost enough to make a whole pickle.

you think they came from the same mommy pickle?

HIS DOODLE IS OUT

i thot that meant [NAME] wanted to...doodle his noodle

i don’t use commas, i don't respect u enough, fuck ur reading comprehension.

does australia have seasons

i want someone to embalm my body with mcdonalds sprite

his hermione grangina

purrrr my last email

its lore locked beneath 30 layers. u can only understand it if uve had a near death experience

LET'S GET FUCKY

i wanna have the heart of a stoner

his man titties look like little tattooed pillows

SWIGGITY SWOOTY COMIN FOR THAT BOOTY

there were no cheeks to shake. nothing to clap. no noise to be had from her literal slices of wonderbread

u ever just fuck around and ur tits fart

put a lil mint leaf on it for authenticity

alright brother god bless may u be fertile

i feel like im being advocated for something i shouldnt be advocating for

and i am adam with my fat pendulous balls lol

i’m making whuppie with whoopie godberg

theodore tits fart rex

yeah man do u also have the third toe on ur shoulder

the green spaghetti monster is coming for me and i can't blame him

today i learned starfish do not poop

that was nothing compared to some other things I saw

listen I'd willingly watch [NAME/PRONOUN] in a cell for 24 hours. Imagine that sounded less creepy

i'd lick a dirty flip flop off her abs

i’m tempted to show you all the gravity defining boobs, maybe tomorrow

my brain is on vacation

good morning! i ate breakfast and im ready to go to bed

tape the titty in

ive unironically had nightmares with [NAME] in them

the peanut in the auditory canal

so far this feel all comfortable, does this all make sense?

i know it's kind of a schlep to get through

nail polish or no nail polish for the shower?

and then he saw those big tt honkerz... and it all went down hill from there

can y’all stop chanting curses in the chat my furniture is stuck on the ceiling

EH?! CIAO? HELLO??

in Russia this is not ok

i can’t buy pants here on Sunday either

IT'S LIKE TWELVE THOUSAND DOLLARS TO EAT ON A SOGGY PANCAKE

imagine me going up to [NAME/PRONOUN] and being like i love the way ur flesh smells

in a supermarket. The sickly blue light where humans congregate. Animal human masses. Nameless faces. Whole lives boiled into generalized categories like "asshole who definitely does need 4 boxes of cheerios". Yout hink and realize while stabding in line u didnt grab the bag of frozen peas...but its 2 late

its truly the only picture that gives me pure joy

are weasels real

my work mum just messaged me the phrase "use your booty call wisely" with no context

"let's bring u to the mustache chair"

If you’re not doing coke under the coke sign what is the point?

#⋆ ˚｡⋆˚ meme day #HERE U GO U SINNERS.#THE SEQUEL.

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vminity21 · 5 years ago

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Amber | jhs

Pairing: barista!Hoseok x nurse!Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Genre: fluff, soft, aesthetic

Summary: When a local coffee barista catches your eye, it’s hard to let it go, especially when he turns up in your dreams, causing you to wonder if there will ever be a chance in getting to know him.

There’s a distinct familiarity in the air, one of flawless breezes and thrilly jingles from a bell hung upon the door to your favorite coffee shop that is nestled downtown in the center of your city. The strong aroma of freshly brewed liquid warms you just enough to where your arms wrap around your frame- the loose hems of your cashmere sweater cuddle the majority of your palms while the sensation of your purse settles along your thigh. It’s been a while since you’ve been here, and with the usual crave of your preferred drink, it’s only fitting, especially with the way the deep shades of red mingle with dim, orange hues which enlighten the reminder that autumn has finally arrived.

Glittery leaves decorate the railings within the building matching the colors of the signs promoting the return of the infamous pumpkin spice latte- one you have tried many times, yet you can’t seem to completely veer away from your steaming mug of lemon tea. It’s always been made at its best, and it serves the swarming memories of long nights after work when your relative would fix you a cup every night to help calm you after an eventful day of securing medicine at a nursing home.

Raking cold fingers through your hair, you take your place in line, nearing the counter before the frilly, brown tendrils of a male seem to catch you by surprise. His pink lips are already settled into a grin while he takes the card payment from the person in front of you embellishing small dimples that add to the glimmering brown in his almond eyes. Your heart seems to react almost immediately prompting heat to rush to your rosy cheeks sparking small shivers to curse your fingertips.

His digits tap at the keys rapidly before his eyes greet yours with the same kind smile he shares to others, “Good morning, what can I get for you today?”

You’re too stunned for words to form fast enough, stuttering the order you usually never struggle to say, “I- erm, lemon tea, please. For here,” your eyes instinctively fall to your fumbling hands unzipping your bag in goal of grabbing your wallet. Once cash is gripped between your quivering fingers, your timorous stare catches the bold letters adorning his nametag before feeling the swift brush of his touch gathering the change from you.

“Coming right up!”

The incredible amount of consciousness it takes to not trip over your feet on the tread to find a table baffles you prompting a quiet giggle to yourself, yet the budding attraction to the employee doesn’t disappear in an instant. Rather, you suppress the thought just enough to focus on the skidding chair before comfortably settling in the favored corner adjacent to the large window revealing a pleasant blanket of gray clouds hovering the evidence of rain. Something about panging droplets upon a roof has always brought serenity in times you’ve needed it most; days can seem shorter especially when dealing with humanity, and since today happens to be a rare day off- you will enjoy every minute if possible.

Hands now folded beneath your chin, you get lost in the view outside- sauntering pedestrians preparing their umbrellas with the occasional swaying maple leaves captured by the wind to press their stems along the cement before being retaken to fly elsewhere. And let’s not forget the extra fabric swaddling frames now with the expectation of the weather cooling- nothing seems to beat your favorite season- the quiet facade it brings to your soul, or the assemblage of colors that define the entire fall as a whole.

The distraction is nearly exhilarating that you jump almost immediately when a tall shadow enters your peripherals, “Your lemon tea, ma’am.” He must not have caught your wide-eyed gaze for the gentle clink of the plate holding the steaming mug of your order now rests before you.

“Th-thank you, Sir,” peaking at his name tag once again, you grin up at him, “Hoseok,” he bows at your words, smiling from ear to ear just to flash a beautiful set of teeth, his hair slightly falling into his eyes, and here you are swearing inwardly that he is the most beautiful encounter you have ever witnessed. Though frequenting this place, you have never seen him until now, which sparks the question on whether he is new to solely the store, or to this town in general. Hoseok returns to the registers faster than you realize, eyes still lingering just for you to avert your gape to your tea- curling your fingers around the glass to warm them.

You’re a quarter of the way finished with your drink when you lose track of time, sighing softly, you wonder what your friend Sofia and her boyfriend, Taehyung have been up to as of late, wishing you could free more time enough to visit. Last you heard, Taehyung proposed, and Sofia has been planning their big day ever since. You don’t expect it, the dispersing of your thoughts when you notice the uniformed individual that has gained your attention the minute you stepped into this building, to swiftly move to a spot far enough away to where you can safely observe him.

His stare remains glued to his phone, a jacket folded over his arm- he seems highly concentrated on whoever he’s texting, yet all you can do is focus on how handsome he is. You want to speak to him considering the possibility he may be on break, but piling enough courage to do so is a tad intimidating, and you are definitely unaware by the length of time your gaze has remained on Hoseok, that he glimpses above his phone screen, your heart skipping from being caught just to drop your lids to the now empty mug cradled in your hands. GAH, the scold your brain is rampaging is enough to make you want to wince, telling yourself numerously that you need to be more careful.

The travel home seems faster than usual, but with the greeting of Bram, your Jack Russell mix, you’re very grateful to make it to your house. He pants excitingly while his paws swipe your knees with each jump. “Hello, my sweetheart,” you coo, rubbing along his fluffy fur where a black spot covers the majority of his back. Your dog is your everything, so the joy of cuddling him close the rest of the evening until you slip into slumber is always your favorite end to a rainy night.

Pat, pat, pat. Darkness loses to the fluttering of your eyelids now being gifted with the essence of the season you’ve been dreaming about. Pat, pat, pat. A droplet here and there heightens your auditory senses while you remain halted in place; bare feet press along the cold pavement that has been freshly rained upon placing myriads of glued leaves on almost every inch of the road. Rows of long trunks host autumn hues that rustle lightly from the chilly wind now drifting past your shoulders where feather touches of your hair barely tickle.

You’re uncertain of why everything seems blurry as though it’s not real, yet the excitement of such an ideal setting is enough to start the promenading of the street- pouncing in the air with the clack of your ankles, squeals of glee escaping whilst you twirl- the deep shade of your maroon dress flowing from the movement, blending in with the surroundings. Lost in a world of utter peace, there are no rules here other than happiness, and that’s a world you’ve always longed for.

Reaching a curve, the joyful tune brewing from your lips softens the very second your stare lands upon a silhouette in the distance. The figure isn’t facing you, but you notice enough to realize he’s alone- brown strands hidden within a faded orange beanie, he’s nestled upon the grass with crossed legs, hands placed before him that appear to be fiddling with something, but at the angle, you are standing, all you can gather other than his presence are items clearing to be a journal and a pen resting by his side.

Curiosity consumes you enough to proceed forward, tiptoeing nearer to figure if he might be someone you have seen before, but one thing you did not anticipate is the sudden crunch of the leaves- ones that must have freshly fallen from the side of the trees that have not been kissed by the rain startling you producing a sudden gasp- widening eyes lifting to reveal the turn of his face-

“Sh- !” Sitting up immediately in your bed, perspiration lingering the lining of your hair- the hyped beat of your heart pounds into your temples before you brush the loosened streaks from your vision; Bram instinctively pounces to lick your face in desperation to calm you, curling onto your lap the second your hand gently smooths among the top of his head. It’s been a week since you’ve been to the coffee shop, and though everything was merely a dream, you can’t help the doting incentive that the person who arrived happens to be the same individual you can’t seem to easily forget about. It’s strange to you, but there’s just something about him, and before you know it, as soon as your shift ends for the day, you find yourself entering the store in hopes that the employee of your dreams, you inwardly tease, is awaiting to serve you another request of your favorite drink. To your delight, he is working, and to add to your giddiness, the place is fairly empty meaning no lines for you to wait in.

“Hello, how are you today?” Hoseok’s hands wrap around the sides of the register- his smile captivating you as it did last time to the point that timidness takes over- the blush in your cheeks revealing itself as soon as you reach the counter.

“Work,”

“Oh,” he giggles, although, your response was mouthed before you could have stopped yourself and you wince at how you may have sounded considering he’s currently in the process of working himself.

“I’m sorry, I meant, I-”

“Well, in that case, how about some lemon tea? If I’m correct?”

You’re stunned by how well his memory must be, and the way his eyes squint in concentration in hopes that he’s right melts your heart, “Ye-yes, for here,”

“Alright,” he chuckles, punching in the order, “Coming right up. My treat,”

“Wait what? No, no, you don’t have to do that-”

“I understand how tough it can be,” he raises his hands as if in defense, “It’s my treat, remind me of your name?” He arches an eyebrow when he presses his lips together.

“[Y/N],” you smile, still in awe of the kindness he has surprised you with after such a brutal day of work, “Thank you. Really, thank you,”

“Anytime,” his voice is tender, and you can hardly express your gratitude though you wonder if its the wrinkled fabric of your scrubs with random decor of stains that gave way of how your day has gone that potentially caused the reason of his gesture. Either way, you’re floored, and when he brings you the lemon tea, you thank him again, the heat of your skin still burning red.

Pelt, pelt, pelt. Fingers curl to reveal the plush of a blanket laying beneath you while the sun protrudes brightly through the trees. The careful turn of your head discovers the encompassing of plump pumpkins- perfumes of apple spice sweep past your nostrils while your vision explores the scenery. Confusion creases at the corner of your eyes, wondering where you must be considering this is a fantasy you have yet to venture. Pelt, pelt, pelt. Droplets of rain spring off your skin sporadically, but not enough to linger for you to remember it exists.

“Hello,” though merely a soft murmur, the unexpected sound jolts you to sit up, a gasp flying from your mouth staring at the apologetic eyes of the man who realizes he has scared you. Relief floods your bones- gaze falling to the journal and pen planted beside him as before. There’s the persistent curiosity revolving around the book, but more so, your stare returns to the oval face of the timorous human now staring at his twiddling hands in shame.

He doesn’t have to be ashamed, and the desperate aura to prove this to him prompts you into action. You are unaware of how near the proximity to him is when you mirror his stature of crossed legs- your knees pressing to his once the desire to feel his slim fingers between yours forces you to hope that he can’t read your mind. It’s only your imagination, right? It is not like he truly will know of the courage you yearn to live in reality. In substantiality, trust is a process for you- learning another is a task in itself for you- but in slumber, there’s a certain bravery you collect especially when this moment feels so right.

His lips are parted just as yours are- enlarged-eyed nerves form magic as real as the season living out in this universe. There’s no more waiting- it just happens in the spur of a second where you kiss him, his hands finding their homes on either side of your face, leaning more into you. Rapidly, nature seems to know the cue when leaves swirl in the wind encircling the pair of you in a painted cascade of red, yellow and orange. Your jaw is loved by the slow traces of his fingertips, returning to rest your back upon the blanket where his body aligns with yours, and despite this fiction playing effortlessly in your conscious, you feel his smile against your lips the same as he feels yours. And with that, there’s nothing you want more than this dream to become a truth.

“You’re not crazy, love,” Sofia promises on the other line of the phone though you have a stubborn notion of not believing her statement, “I think you just have a wee little crush on a certain barista,”

Currently shuffling to unlock your car, you’re ready to head home from work to check on your dog, hoping he’s kept the house in good shape while you’ve been gone, “But how though? I don’t even know the guy.”

“Distant crushes are real, hun,”

“I don’t know,” you heave a long sigh, the back of your head resting upon the cushion of the driver’s side, hardly bringing yourself to start your vehicle just yet.

“Have you… Talked to him since the last time?”

“....No.”

“I should have known,” Sofia groans, “You are the most stubborn soul I know, and you wouldn’t be you if you weren’t,”

“I learn from the best,” you tease, laughter between you and your best friend making the air seem lighter than earlier.

“That, you do. Be safe and keep me updated. Tell little Bram I love him,”

“Will do,” you pact, thankful to hear her voice. The journey home reminds you of a few trails hidden away in a park behind your house. Maybe over the weekend, you can visit to find an ounce of solitude in nature, otherwise, the plan of a small nap is in your best interest, so the abrupt minute you find, you flip on the tv for some background noise, eventually drifting into the familiar sound of rain beginning another daydream with your sweet Bram cuddled by your side.

There it is. The familiar corner where you’ve turned in previous times that relives the journey of precise coloration reigniting the joy that sparks the padding of anxious footsteps into the direction of what may be awaiting. The preface of your wonderment is where you are now- you are right at the very start of autumn hues rustling in tall trees aligned accordingly on either side of the paved road glimmering pasted leaves under your heels. A hounding prolepsis of hope gives the concept that someone is indeed here, and you must find him before it’s too late.

Elation turns into tattered fear of losing to waking in reality, speeding your steps though you feel you are going nowhere. A loss of time can ruin the means of opportunity and when your skipping legs finally reach the curve, you pause- a building smile spreading across your face at the man standing before you. Head cast downward, he’s penning within his journal, fully concentrating on whatever he is writing. Inching closer, he closes the journal- a thin thread of a golden bookmark keeps a tab on where he last written. His tender gaze holds yours for what feels like forever until he turns his journal to you flashing a loving grin that exuberates permission for you to open to the page he’s left for you.

Uncertainty of hesitation only shows in the flicker of your eyes studying his heart that he’s wearing on his sleeve. Gradually, you grab at the end of the bookmark between your fingertips, lifting the first half of the book to unveil a message that brings touched tears to your eyes.

Scribbled in the center of the page in artistically drawn bold letters are the words you have longed for, but never knew you needed,

‘You’re my favorite part of every season’

It’s been a month since you’ve seen him; a month since you’ve had the dreams; and a month since you’ve been able to enjoy the soothing taste of a tepid cup of lemon tea. Carried away by the hours of your job, it has been difficult to provide any time for yourself- leading your brain to the point of forgetting about the interests you’ve once had prior. The trails have been calling your name consistently to the point you find the will to go, zipping your coat to then huddling your hands within the pockets. Twenty minutes pass until the breaking of the path comes into view, and out of a habit, you hum a random tune to the chilly breeze, swaying your shoulders until the leap of your heart stops you in your tracks.

A beanie- faded to match the season, yet this time he’s not looking down, he’s staring out into the trees where birds sing in unison with chirping crickets, and to your rigid frame, your eyes scan the spot where you always found them: a journal and pen rested by his side as they always have. You cannot speak, for whatever is happening before you is real, and you attempt to decipher the possibility of this being just that: real. You want to run, but why cower when the chance is right there within your reach?

Hoseok hears your steps that you do not comprehend that you’re making, yet you don’t stop; a smile exists on your lips shining from your eyes that meet his that beam recognition,

“Hey there!” He stands from the blanket he’s been sitting on, smiling from ear to ear while offering his hand to shake yours, “It’s been a long time!”

You’re flattered by his noticing of your vacancy, and at the feel of his large hand enveloping yours, you briefly shake it, still shocked by the event screening in front of you, “Hello to you! I didn’t know you came here?”

“As often as I can,” he nods, turning his head to absorb the atmosphere around him, “It’s quite comforting,”

“That, it is,” you agree, gape dropping to your shoes, “It’s my favorite place to go this time of year,”

“I’d have to say it’s the same for me, too,” an awkward silence seems like an eternity when it only lasts for about five seconds leading to the clearing of Hoseok’s throat, “How have you been? We miss seeing you at the shop,”

“I’ve been well, I hope you are,” you giggle, gesturing toward the blanket spread upon the grass, “Is it okay if I join you?”

“Of course you can!” His voice sounds so happy. Happiness that lifts the hope you now have embraced. Hoseok politely reaches for your hand to help you sit down, each of you crossing your legs to get comfortable to notice his fingertips have yet to leave yours. At first, the nervous tension of question shows on his face when he finally makes the connection, yet you nod the okay, sliding your palm to mold with his. Neither of you let go, and maybe you have not been the only one shaken by his countenance, for his heart is thrumming in equal pace as yours. As the hours pass by, you find yourself nestled into his side where he rests his cheek upon your head, watching the leaves of the season fall into place just as this moment: the start of a dream come true.

- Thank you for the request @taeandpuppies ! I hope you and your friend enjoy this! -

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What Happens When Autumn Comes? (Nov 4 Autumn)

A/N November 4 Autumn for @meeraaverywalker November prompt challenge. Request made by @blackcatkita and featuring the pairing Parker x Katarina/MC from It Lives Beneath. Tags are at the end of the story. If you would like to be added, moved, or removed please let me know. If you enjoyed this story please consider giving it a like, comment, or reblog.

Rating/Warning: Mature readers, 18 plus. Story contains mention of sex, murder, and the various good/bad feelings connected with both.

What Happens When Autumn Comes?

Rolling onto her side, Katarina tucked her left hand up under cheek and watched her little brother's steady breathing. Occasionally his slender face would scrunch up and his lips would move in silent conversation. When he let out a small snort and flopped onto his back, Katarina smiled sleepily. Her eyelids started to droop, only to jerk back open when her phone started buzzing and vibrating across the top of the knotted pine nightstand that was wedged between her bed and Elliot's. 'Too early,' she thought with a groan, reaching out to grab the phone before it woke Elliot. She started to silence it and toss it into the top drawer of the nightstand when Parker's name caught her attention. Fighting back a yawn, she opened the text, a grin spreading across her lips. 'Are you up? Want to grab breakfast? My treat.' Sitting up, she fired back a quick response assuring him that she was indeed awake and that breakfast sounded perfect. He didn't need to know that she had been dozing back off or that her idea of breakfast was a bagel with cream cheese and creamer with sugar and a splash of coffee. 'Great! Headed your way now,' he replied. Mindful of Elliot's snoring, she flung back the covers and crept over to the dresser they shared. The middle drawer where she kept her shorts and t shirts squeaked as she tried to carefully pull it out. Katarina winced, glanced back at Elliot, and then grabbed the first pair of shorts she could find, along with whatever t shirt was on top. She didn't bother nudging the drawer shut, Elliot would see it and slam it shut with a few choice words but that was better than waking him up. As much as she loved her brother, Katarina did not love his nasty attitude when he didn't get enough sleep.

Slipping into the bathroom, Katarina quietly closed the door and stripped out of the over-sized sweat shirt and leggings she wore as pajamas. The light blue shorts and Pink Floyd t shirt she'd grabbed weren't her favorites or normally something she would pair together but she didn't dare risk fiddling with that dresser again. Plus, she was in a bit of a hurry. Which meant she better tame the mass of hair surrounding her heart-shaped face. 'Couldn't be a good hair day could it,' she grimaced at her reflection, using damp fingers to try to tame her wavy brown hair. The long, thick locks seemed to have a mind of their own. After several failed attempts at styling without a flatiron or blow dryer, she gathered it all atop her head in a bun and secured it with a band. She shoved her feet into a pair of white Keds that had seen better days before tip toeing down the stairs.

“Where do you think you're headed? It's barely dawn. Don't you usually sleep until noon?”

Katarina let out a small squeak, her right hand clapping over her thundering heart. Her gaze swept across the crowded living room, landing on her grandfather sitting in the brown leather recliner near the fireplace with a newspaper spread across his lap. “Jesus, Grandpa, you about gave me a heart attack.” She took several calming breathes before risking a smile when her grandfather's scowl deepened. She heard him muttering under his breath about not being able to read his paper in peace. “I thought I would grab breakfast with my friend Parker.”

“Didn't realize you had any friends outside that Wescott girl.” The rustling of paper filled the otherwise quiet room, her grandfather raising his newspaper to shield his face. “Not sure I want you going off for breakfast with some boy.”

“Seriously? He's not some boy,” Katarina grumbled, her brows knitting together in irritation. “Parker is a couple years older than me and...” she stomped across the room to stand over the chair where her grandfather stood, “he's a police office.”

“Do you mind? I'm trying to read.” The paper raised even more, blocking the old man's face completely. “Better not be no hanky-panky with this friend of yours. This house is already bursting at the seams, don't need you getting knocked up.”

“Grandpa!” Katarina's pale cheeks blazed crimson, growing hotter at the implication of what would have to occur in order for her to get 'knocked up.' She'd been out with Parker several times since Imogen's boat party where they had almost kissed but their outings mostly consisted of researching the history of the lake and whether or not it could actually be cursed. Parker claimed he didn't believe in curses but he was always right by her side when she wanted to look into that possibility. Nothing remotely physical had occurred. Much to Katarina's dismay, he hadn't tried to kiss her again. “We're going to the cafe, grandpa. Not sure how we're supposed to fornicate in such a public place.”

“When your mom was your age she went to the movies with that deadbeat from Montreal. Movie theater is a pretty public place. Nine months later...there you were.”

Closing her eyes, Katarina let out a low whine, squeezing her eyes shut. This was not how she envisioned her morning going. “I'm going to go now.” Her grandfather muttered under his breath before begrudgingly saying he would see her later. “I'll bring you back a latte and a cinnamon roll.” Maybe something sweet would soften his gruff disposition. It couldn't be fun being so grouchy all the time. Plus, there were questions she wanted to ask him about the lake.

“I don't need or want no damn latte,” her grandfather snapped. Katarina grinned, making note of the fact that he hadn't said no to the cinnamon roll. She shook her head, grabbing the denim jacket she'd left on the back of the sofa. “If you have to get me one though, peppermint is tolerable...just none of that damn pumpkin spice shit.”

Katarina couldn't help herself, she burst into laughter. “No pumpkin spice, got it.” At the last second, she rushed back over to press a quick kiss to the grizzled cheek. “And grandpa, you don't have to worry about me. I'm not my mom.” Some of the old man's guffaw seemed to diminish. He patted her arm and shooed her away. He had a paper to read.

“Morning,” Parker called, leaning out the driver's side window to shoot her a dimpled grin. He wore an exhausted look that exaggerated by his wrinkled khaki Pine Springs Police Department uniform. The graveyard shift wasn't his usual but for the past week or so he'd been stuck working it while another officer was off for gall bladder surgery. “Hey,” his smile widened. “I have to admit, I was kind of surprised you were up.”

“Hey,” Katarina smiled in return, climbing into the Jeep. “You happened to catch me mid snooze.” She fought with the seat belt for a moment, scowling when it kept tensing and snapping back.

“Mid-snooze huh?” Parker leaned across the console, gently pulling the seat belt across her chest and waist. A shiver of pleasure ghosted through her when his thumb accidentally skimmed the underside of her left breast. “There...nice and secure.”

:Uh, yeah,” Katarina cleared her throat. “I...I don't think I've slept a full night in months. Not since...” 'Not since my parents murders.' The words were stuck on her tongue, unable to be spoke aloud. Eventually she would have to tell Parker about the grisly scene she and Elliot had come home to a couple months ago. Two months, three days, and twelve hours if she was being exact. If she lived to be a hundred, that scene would remain burned in her brain.

“Kat...are you okay?” The concern in his voice, mixed with the memories of her parents violent death, brought tears to her eyes. Other than the counselor the police had brought in to speak with her and Elliot, nobody had asked if she was okay. The focus had been on Elliot. She didn't begrudge her little brother than extra bit of care but it was nice to have someone worried about her for a change.“You know you can tell me anything right?”

Katarina ducked her head, a flash of uncomfortable pressure settling in her chest as her chin dug into the space between her clavicle. “Two months ago, I was home from college for the weekend. I took Elliot to see a movie. Don't ask me which one because I don't remember.” She paused, taking a deep breathe, letting it out slowly through trembling, pursed lips. “When we got home the front door was partially open. I tried to keep Elliot from following me inside because I just...I had this feeling...” She squeezed her eyes shut, instantly regretting it. She was transported back to that night, every minute detail flooding her senses. The coppery stench of blood and the final excrement of body fluids. “I don't think I've ever seen so much blood,” she whispered, her fingers knotting in the hem of her Pink Floyd t shirt, twisting the light weight material out of shape. “Sometimes, when I'm trying to sleep its all I see.”

The Jeep slowed, Parker pulling to the side of the road. He unbuckled his seat belt and turned so he faced her. Reaching out, he tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Come here,” he murmured. Her fingers shook as she freed herself from the seat belt. Parker's strong arms came around her, pulling her as close as the console would allow. “I'm sorry, baby, I'm so sorry.” She buried her face in his neck, the scent of his soap and aftershave, mixed with something that was distinctly Parker, having a calming effect. The safety of his arms eased the constant tension she'd carried around for the last two months. “Kat...I...maybe it would best I took you back and-”

Katarina pulled back, shaking her head. “No. I want us to go to the Compass Cafe and order those New York style breakfast bagel sandwiches with a latte and...and...” Her voice started to crack, Parker's face swimming through a sheen a tears. The pity on his face was more than she could stand. It was the same look her college roommate had given her. The same one on her parents co-workers faces and the investigating officers. Pity. The sort saved for the truly pitiful. She balled up a fist, pressing it against the space between her brows. “This is why I didn't tell anyone. Now you're going to look at me differently too. You're going to monitor everything you say to me and I...I just want...I want...”

“Tell me what you want, Kat?”

She raised her head, her watery blue eyes meeting his concerned hazel ones. “I want us to go to the Compass Cafe and order those New York style breakfast bagel sandwiches and peppermint lattes...even though its only June. I want us to talk about anything but this.” She grappled with the seat belt several times before getting it to snap into place. “Please Parker? Lets just forget I said anything and lets go eat breakfast?”

Parker was quiet for a moment, staring at her, before nodding. “Okay. Breakfast.”

The drive to the Compass Cafe was a silent one. Each unspoken word another ounce of heaviness in Katarina's gut. Was it always going to be this way? Was she always going to be the girl whose parents were brutally murdered? The thought was a daunting one. She glanced at Parker from the corner of her eye. The pity and sadness was still there. 'I never should have said anything. I should have just made up some bull shit story about Elliot snoring,' she thought, wiping at a stray tear. She also should have kept her emotions in check where Parker was concerned. In August she would be heading back to Hartfeld to finish up her senior year. It was pointless to invest time, energy, and emotions into someone who could only be a summer fling...and Katarina didn't do flings. Her phone vibrating in her pocket startled her from her mundane thoughts. Letting out a sigh, she pulled the phone out and opened the text from her sorority sister Claire. 'So I've been thinking. The sorority house is fun and all but its our senior year. We kind of need to focus on our classes not throwing stellar parties. How would you feel about sharing a place off campus with me and Sophia?' Katarina felt her heart constrict and fill with love for her two sorority sisters. Most people didn't like Claire because she could be a bit of a rich bitch diva and Sophia's older brother Zig had a tendency to run people off that he didn't approve of, but Katarina didn't care. She'd hit it off freshmen year with Claire and when Sophia came around the following year, she'd been a natural fit as well. It shouldn't have come as a surprise that they were looking out for her, thinking ahead to what life in the sorority house would be like for her this upcoming semester. 'I would love that,' she text back, a small smile forming. 'Great! Daddy found this 3 bedroom house that's totes adorbs and within walking distance of campus. Call me and we'll discuss the deets.' Katarina glanced in Parker's direction again. His face had relaxed and there was now a suspiciously sneaky grin in place. 'Can't right now. On a breakfast date.' 'OMG did you pull an all nighter? You dirty girl you!' Rolling her eyes, Katarina tucked her phone back into her pocket. She would correct Claire later. “So...that was my best friend Claire. It looks like we're going to live off campus this year.” A look of dismay crossed Parker's face. “What?”

“I guess I forgot you still have a year of college left.” His brow wrinkled slightly as pulled the Jeep into a parking spot near the entrance of the cafe. His fingers seemed to tighten on the steering wheel, the knuckles turning white. “I finally meet a girl I really like, that I can see myself getting serious with and she's leaving at the end of the summer.”

Katarina's heart stopped, her stomach flip flopped. She wanted to jump out of the Jeep and do a giddy little jig. Parker liked her! “Autumn is still months away,” she said tentatively. “And Elliot will still be here so I'll be here every single break. Plus,” she licked her lips, “with me living off campus you could always come stay a few days or even week or two.”

“I have always wanted to see the East Coast,” Parker chuckled. His grip on the steering wheel lessened, his hands falling into his lap. He looked at her, a soft smile on his full lips.

“It's beautiful in the fall.” Excitement started to build at the thought of Parker visiting Hartfeld and Northbridge. “There's this awesome Fall Festival in October if you can make it. And...if you come around Halloween we can visit Salem. Oh! We could see Boston as well!” When he didn't say anything, Katarina shot him a nervous look. “I'm sorry. I just...I guess I got carried away.”

“No, that's not it. I would love to visit you and go all those places.” Parker stared at her, his gaze searching her face before smirking. “I guess this means we should make this an actual date, not just two friends eating breakfast.”

Pulse racing, Katarina nodded. “I guess we should,” she squeaked. Her eyes started to flutter close when Parker leaned closer, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. She started to protest when he pulled back. What did she have to do to get a real kiss out of....her thoughts skidded to a halt when Parker leaned in again. This time he dug his fingers into her hair, his mouth possessing hers. She curled her fingers into his uniform top. The console dug into her stomach, but she barely noticed. All she really felt was desire coursing through her veins and Parker's tongue teasing against hers. Summer in Pine Springs was starting to heat up and if everything played out the way they both wanted Autumn in Hartfeld would be just as steamy.

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noplceinheaven · 6 years ago

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6+8+5 with Halvie

6. coffee shop!au + 8. exes + 5. “you have the emotional capacity of a brick.”

Read it on AO3.

House didn't expect to see him, much less at this place.

He's getting a coffee instead of going to the bar, after much bribing from Wilson, and he isn't exactly happy about it, but he can't do much about it. It's a new café- there are bookshelves full of magazines and quiet ambiance that sounds like lo-fi hip-hop. House walks in and goes to the barista's place, and his heart skips a beat at what he sees. Or rather, who he sees.

There's no question about it, he'd know that face anywhere, but it's clear he has changed. His hair is longer, the bags under his eyes set deeper in, his beard thicker, his slouch more prominent. But it's him, in all his messy haired glory and his eternal exhaustion and the ink in his fingertips. He's wearing an apron and he has a name tag. Alvie (he/him), it reads, and his heart has a faint ache in it.

House clears his throat, and Alvie looks up.

"A pumpkin spice latte?" he says as if he doesn't know him.

He carries himself different, too. He straightens up a little, puts on a smile not as enthusiastic as the ones he wore in the psych ward. Not manic anymore- perhaps hasn't been manic ever since last time they saw each other, a year ago, with soft words and promises and tears. House doesn't want to think about it, doesn't want to think about Wilson telling him he fucked up in a barely-there whisper.

"Didn't take you as a pumpkin spice latte type of person," Alvie says. He gets it, puts the lid of the cup on, looks not as enthusiastic as he was two years ago. He pulls a lock of hair behind his ear; his hair almost goes down to his shoulders. Different- too different. "Name?" House hesitates, fingers curling around the counter. "House." A pause. "Do you want to--?" Alvie cuts him in, voice sharper than before, "You have the emotional capacity of a brick." "I didn't even say anything," House says, softly, all too softly.

Alvie's brows furrow, deep-seated, a sadness taking ahold of him. A year ago he always looked like he could cry any second now, but this time he looks genuinely sad. Like he needs to be held, to have tears not shed wiped away.

Alvie grits his teeth and writes 'House' into the coffee cup, his fingers twitching against the pen. He hands him it.

"You were going to ask me to talk," he says. The room is thick with tension, so dense House can taste it heavy on his tongue. He wants to unfurl it, wants to apologize, wants to say a thousand things. "To go to the movies, to have dinner." Alvie swallows thickly. "It's over, House." He sniffles.

House takes his latte into his hand. His other hand twitches against his cane- he wants to hug Alvie, wants to wipe his tears away, wants to apologize over and over as if it'll ever be enough. "It's been over for a while," he agrees.

"We weren't..."

House leans against the counter, reaches a hand out.

Alvie slaps his hand away, sobers up just enough. He looks up at House. "It's been a year."

"A year," House breathes. Too much- it's too long, three hundred and sixty-five days. Too long to be without Juan Alvarez. Too long to be without anyone he cares about so much.

"We aren't meant to be."

"No one is meant to be with me," House intercepts. His voice is heavy with a sadness that's never seeped so fast and hard into his bones, it kind of feels like he's too cold, frozen, snow falling into his muscle and fat and bone. "But..."

Alvie musters up a smile. House wonders if maybe the man's on a depressive episode. It'd explain just a little. "Anything interesting in theaters?" he says, voice soft and almost resigned to getting back with this man, with this man that broke up with him in less than good terms.

House gets his hand back on his cane. "I'll check. I'll keep you updated." He hobbles to a table, sitting down and starting to drink his latte.

Alvie keeps his eyes on him as he takes orders and makes coffee, and House hopes that he doesn't mess everything up, just this one time.

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can-you-damianot · 8 years ago

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about me a-z

that’s right folks its another. freakin’. ask meme. fuck yeah. tagged by @princedamianos ayy thank u for enabling me :3c

Rules: Copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours, then tag up to 10 people plus the person who tagged you.

a- age: 18 b - biggest fear: i mean we have the deep things like loneliness and being unlovable and shit but if we’re talking biggest fear it’s spiders. fuck spiders. c - current time: 9:42pm. d - drink you last had: water. stay hydrated. e - every day starts with: going back to sleep. f - favorite song: i don’t have one favourite song. “Talk Too Much” by COIN. “Hard Times” by Paramore. “Old Money” by Lana del Rey (lots of songs by Lana del Rey lol). Cell Block Tango. Evermore from Beauty and the Beast. I’ve been listening to these a lot and i like em, so i guess these are my faves right now? i’ve got too many songs to pick a favourite. g - ghosts, are they real: i lean on the side of yes. h - hometown: london, ayy i - in love with: damianos of akielos, actual puppy, big buffen cheeto puffen. nicaise. nikandros. aimeric. the man from uncle 2015. pumpkin spice lattes. also bettany hughes, my dog, wilfred owen, hadrian my shit husband, and golden delicious apples those are rlly good. i assume this was meant to be like a one-person thing but that is not how damianot do. j - jealous of: cis guys lmao. k - killed someone: no. was there really nothing else for k that could have been a question. who is gonna say yes to this. l - last time you cried: a few nights ago i think? m - middle name: lol nope. n - number of siblings: 2 brothers. o - one wish: to be someone else. p - person you last called/texted: my best friend. q - questions you’re always asked: “why are you so quiet?” “did your piercings hurt?” >.> r - reasons to smile: cats. plants. pretty girls. good books. raspberries. soft sheets. im confusing this with ‘reasons to live’. captive prince. yuri on ice. autumn. talking to someone you like. the regent getting kicked in the nuts. s - song last sang: i… don’t sing. t - time you woke up: 7:30am. u - underwear color: black & white. v - vacation destination: e v e r y w h e r e . i want to see everything. i’d like to visit the americas and go to machu picchu in particular. i’d also like to go back to hong kong and to visit japan. w - worst habit: probably biting and picking at my fingers until they bleed. that’s not great. catastrophizing is also pretty bad. x - x-rays you’ve had: foot. that was pretty underwhelming. y - your favorite food: ??? what is this one favourite food bullshit? golden delicious apples are pretty rad, idk if they’re my favourite tho. i love banana bread a lot, i probably make it too much lol. baklava. cheesecake. mee goreng is rlly frickin nice. z - zodiac sign: pisces

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do this if you wanna? :D

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josessousa · 5 years ago

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Fans aren’t thrilled with the price of Kylie Jenner makeup brushes, and beauty experts agree with them. Jeffree Star & more are slamming her for charging $360!

We’ll admit that we’ve spent way more money on makeup than we’d like to admit, but Kylie Jenner‘s newest product is really pushing it. The 20-year-old makeup mogul released a set of brushes, but the $360 price tag has fans and beauty experts alike shaking their heads. Are they made of gold? Do they have magic powers that’ll clear blemishes right off our faces? They better be if she’s charging that much for them — at least, thats what Jeffree Star, 32, James Charles, 18, and other cosmetics experts are saying.

I am pretty honest about a lot of things that young girls question, like their body image.

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Jeffree took to Twitter to subtly slam the Keeping Up With The Kardashians star for asking her fans to shell out hundreds of dollars for makeup brushes. “Are the new makeup brushes made out of animal hair? Is that why they’re so expensive?? the makeup artist tweeted. “It’s an honest question. Don’t try and make it ANYTHING BUT a QUESTION. I’ll still review it… LOL I ain’t mad.. Just want to know why her team is being lazy,” he added in a second tweet.

Honestly, Jeffree raises a good question. Why exactly do these brushes need to cost so much? Kylie defended the price on her own Twitter, saying that they’re real instead of synthetic, which means they usually cost more. “I always fight for the lowest price on all my products. Here are some other real brush lines for reference,” she captioned a picture of Artis‘ $360 line of brushes. But thinking her price is justified doesn’t mean people who follow her company can afford them. A lot of Kylie’s clientele include teens and young women who don’t have the kind of expendable income needed to purchase this kind of product.

“Umm… Kim what is going on with those new swatches?? Looks like chalk,” he commented on her swatch test. The issue in that case was Kim just tested the product incorrectly, and she publicly acknowledged her mistake before redoing the swatches the right way.

This isn’t the only time Jeffree’s called out a Kardashian-Jenner beauty product. While slamming Kylie for her brushes, he also called out her concealers. In a now-deleted tweet, he accused her of using the same packaging for her new line that he used in 2014 for his liquid lipsticks. He’s also dragged Kim Kardashian, 37, in the past for her KKW contour product. “Umm… Kim what is going on with those new swatches?? Looks like chalk,” he commented on her swatch test. The issue in that case was Kim just tested the product incorrectly, and she publicly acknowledged her mistake before redoing the swatches the right way. But even though Kim learned from her mistakes, only time will tell if Kylie does too.

Are you loving or loathing seeing Keeping Up with the Kardashians star Scott Disick, 34, gallivanting around the globe with his new girlfriend Sofia Richie, 19?! If you’re in favor, do you think it has any chance of lasting? Well, apparently Scott is so enamored with Sofia, he’s giving up his longstanding status as a party animal for her, according to TMZ. This is striking because it was Scott’s love for the nightlife that seemed to sabotage his relationship with Kourtney Kardashian, 38, for years!

Their insiders say Scott has found a real connection with Sofia and has pumped the breaks on going out drinking in order to truly be there for her. And, at least for now, he doesn’t see any issue with their age difference. He’s even admitted to confidantes that being with Sofia has “been really good for me.” Wow! This certainly flies in the face of the critics who were convinced this relationship could only ever be a fling! Head here for loads more pics of Scott and Sofia being adorable together!

Taylor also shared her highlight of Bachelor in Paradise, which was something odd he did for her that meant a lot. “My high was something you did not get to see on camera, and it showed me how much he loved me,” she said, laughing. “I am a little bit of a hippie and I make my own deodorant but I used to use lime with my deodorant so one time, at the bar, during one of the cocktail parties, he took a shot and then licked lime juice out of my armpit, and I was like, ‘Damn, I got him, he is in.’ That was definitely one of my highs.”

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Fans aren’t thrilled with the price of Kylie Jenner makeup brushes, and beauty experts agree with them. Jeffree Star & more are slamming her for charging $360!

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Fans aren’t thrilled with the price of Kylie Jenner makeup brushes, and beauty experts agree with them. Jeffree Star & more are slamming her for charging $360!

I am pretty honest about a lot of things that young girls question, like their body image.

Kim Kardashian Television Personality

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A Homemade Pumpkin Spice Latte That Rivals Starbucks’s

Fans aren’t thrilled with the price of Kylie Jenner makeup brushes, and beauty experts agree with them. Jeffree Star & more are slamming her for charging $360!

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