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love2poetry · 5 months ago

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⤷ mcu!peter parker x artsy!reader

𝜗𝜚. . . synopsis. you are both peter's love and loss of his life

𝜗𝜚. . . general tag. mostly fluff & some angst

.ᐟ. . . content warnings. if you see any grammar mistakes, keep them to yourself pls thx<3 might be cringe tbh

♫⋆｡ our field of dreams, engulfed in fire your arson's match your somber eyes and i'll still see it until i die, you're the loss of my life

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ sophia's letter ! i wrote this as it's raining and can you guess what scented candle i have lighting? 😝 anyway i went through a depressive episode for no reason so i took a hiatus, but i might be back for the summer. i often go through another one when school starts so im gonna do the most now. i was thinking of making a part two for this using 'peter' but idk. anyway, HIIII NEW GRACIE ALBUM THIS WEEK RAGHH

prequel

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spring had just began, more warm days after months of freezing cold weather. today, however, seemed to be one of the few cold, rainy days february had left. you had finished homework earlier today, always wanting to have your weekends free as much as you can, so you decided to occupy your mind with something else more calming.

after finishing the last of your ap psychology assignment, you walked to your kitchen and made yourself a quick matcha. as you measured the green powder into your cat mug - a lovely gift peter got you because one of the cats in the bug is a calico, like your own cat - a thud was heard from your room. it was followed by an 'ow' quickly after, causing a small smile to form on your lips.

peter.

at the sudden noice, autumn, your calico cat, run cautiously out of your room. after finishing your matcha with some creamer, you also walked to your room.

peter looked towards the door upon sensing you. his spidey sense usually only triggered when danger was near, however, when it came to you, peter was able to feel you. he couldn't describe it, but there was something in you that made him feel safe. it was a warm feeling that ran down his spine, and maybe it was because he was in your room, but he could also smell the vanilla lotion you love to use. everything about you made him feel like he was engulfed by a soft blanket.

so it was no surprise that the first thing peter did was offer you a smile. you automatically smile back of course. how could you not when he looks at you like that, like he was going to somehow bring you the moon he often photographed because it made him think of you.

'it's raining,' peter pointed with a boyish grin. the obvious pitter patter coming from your windows made you tilt your head playfully. 'you don't say.'

peter patrolled the streets of new york everyday as his alter ego, spider-man. but on days like this, he likes to use the weather as an excuse to come see you earlier instead. he has a build in heater in his suit of course, but in his opinion it doesn't work as well as a good cuddling season with you.

peter sets his masks down on your night stand. 'cuddles?'

you took a sip of your matcha as you walked to your desk. 'i have to work on my portfolio.' you heard him walk to your dresser that sat on the corner of your room where you had a drawer with his clothes to change to after patrol. 'i thought you were done with it?'

'yea, it's just,' your fingers glossed over your sketches. junior year was ending and soon college applications will start. it had been your dream to attend the art school of chicago, and now that applications are around the corner, you want to make sure everything is perfect. 'it doesn't feel complete.'

once peter was out of his wet suit and into his favorite pair of bright pink hello kitty pants matched with a plain white tee, he sneaked his arms around you, taking your comforting scent in. you felt him place a kiss in your hair, 'i think it's perfect.'

you turn to look at him with an unimpressed expression. his smile widens and he can't fight the urge to kiss you any longer. peter gently presses his lips into yours. he's always been delicate with his kisses, especially after being spider-man. you knew it was his way to ground himself after a day of fighting criminals, so you let him be as soft as he needed.

you loved it that way. you loved him that way.

peter pulls away first. 'i have some photos i took last week. you could draw some if you need.'

peter's hobby went hand in hand with your art. thanks to being spider-man, he was able to take some shots of new york no one else would be able to obtain, and he often let you sketch them, so often that half of his storage is pictures he takes for you to draw. the other half is probably of you.

you hum in agreement, still looking into peter's eyes. you have never loved brown as much as you do now.

'tomorrow.' peter took your mug in one hand, then used the other to hold your hand while he drag you over to bed. 'today, we cuddle.' he set your bug on the night stand.

you smile. 'okay.'

you two settled under your warm covers with you closest to your mug incase you want a sip, but before you could find a comfortable position, peter stood up, muttering a quick 'wait!'.

you frown, but understood what he was doing when he pulled a lighter from your drawer in the night stand. he lit up the candle that rested on top. apple pumpkin. you bought a few pumpkin scented candles last fall, and peter grew to love this specific one. he wasn't a fan of scented candles because of his enhanced smell, but this one was subtle enough for him to enjoy without getting a headache.

once peter returned to bed, he wrapped his arms around your waist with his head on your chest. he slightly tilted his head to plant a kiss into your skin. 'i love you.'

his whispered confession filled you with butterflies. you don't know what you did to be lucky enough to love this boy in your arms, let alone be loved back by him. one of your hands wrapped around his back, while the other caressed his check, slightly squishing his face. his chuckles echoed in the room along the rain when you started kissing his face.

two kisses on his right check, two more on the left, three on his forehead, and one on the bridge of his nose.

'i love you more.'

a bright smile stayed on peter's face as he shook his head. 'that's not possible.' your smile matched his, 'i think it is. no, i know it is.'

'i love you most.' before you could disagree, you felt his hands sneak under your shirt, cutting you off by tickling your sides. you squeak in surprise and try to squirm away. your laughter fills peter's ears, 'okay! i can't breathe!'

peter paused his movements and you inhale to suggest, 'we both love each other equally.'

peter makes a thinking face. 'i'll let you have this win,' he rolled his eyes playfully before settling in your arms again.

the two of you stayed intertwined in bed until you felt peter's breathing slow down, indicating he had fallen asleep. his weight was on your side now, but looking down at him you decided you wanted to engrave this moment forever.

swiftly, you reached for the small sketchbook you keep on your night stand. thankfully, you had left a pencil there too. you sat up slightly, making sure not to disturb peter's slumber. his arms tighten around you making you freeze, but the light snores coming from peter tell you he is still deep in his sleep.

you find a clean page and begin drawing shapes until you like how they all sit together. you move to the face proportions, not focusing on shading yet. your hand makes the hair part look effortless, and it may be from the many times you've drawn these curls. moving back to the face, you use your finger to blend the lines better.

finishing the rough draft, your focus goes to the nose, moving to the freckles you have memorized.

'stalker.'

peter's deep voice caused a blush to creep into your cheeks. it wasn't the first time peter caught you drawing him, he has seen the many sketches and paintings you've done of him, but you still shy way when his eyes follow every detail of him you've embedded into your mind.

if only you knew peter feels the same. to know the person he loves more than anything has memorized him, his body and soul, fills him with an indescribable feeling. he does the same with his camera. most of his photos are moments you've shared together that he wants to remember forever.

peter not having storage on his phone from all the candid pictures he has of you is his version of when you learned to draw the lines that form around his eyes when he smiles.

'shut up,' you nudge your leg against his. there's smiles on both of your faces as peter snuggles closer to you.

the room is rather dark by now, only the candle peter had previously lit and another lamp you always have create a cozy atmosphere. the warm glow of the lamp reaches your features enough for peter to see and he takes his time to draw his own painting of you in his mind.

the flickering flame of the candle mixing with the apple pumpkin scent ignite a perfect portrait of peter you ache to fabricate, you take a mental picture for later.

you could be here with peter for all time.

neither of you knew that it was only momentary.

peter climbed through the window, a plastic bag in hand. he pulled his mask off, wet hair falling over his eyes.

the loud thunder from outside shook his apartment. it started raining earlier that day, so peter decided to cut his patrolling short. he hadn't done it in a while.

his body was freezing from the harsh wind that he old suit would have kept him warm from. he walked towards a basket full of his clothes that sat in a corner, that was his dresser for the time being, and grabbed a gray shirt.

when peter picked up the shirt, he caught a glimpse of what once were a bright magenta hello kitty bottoms, is now a dull shade of pink. with a sinking feeling, peter decided to put them on as well.

he made it to his twin size bed where he left the bag and took out the single purchase he made.

a small scented candle. apple pumpkin.

once lit, he set it on the small dining table his studio apartment came with. he stared at it until the soft scent filled his nose. his throat closes when memories of you that are still imprinted in his mind come back. peter feels his left eye twitch as tears threaten to spill, but he refuses to cry.

he can't afford a breakdown. he has no one to turn to anymore. peter doesn't know if he can pick himself back up if he breaks. it was easier with tony because he had may and friends who cared about him. but especially because he had you.

now may is gone, he's a stranger to his friends, and every detail of peter you had memorized has been erased.

peter turns back to his bed and pulls the covers to get in. he continues to stare at the flame emotionless, slowly dissociating from his lonesome.

even after everything, peter can't comprehend how you could go from perfectly drawing the creases on his lips without a reference to not even remembering his name.

do you still have those pieces of him?

do you still draw him even now like it is muscle memory?

is he in your dreams like you are in his?

you will continue to occupy peter's mind until the day being spider-man finally kills him. you were his deepest love, and now his greatest loss.

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whoatemyshoe · 5 months ago

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if you're thinking of going to the gym to build a broader, muscular physique, here is a long post of random tips from a cis gym girlie!!!

disclaimer: these tips are from the experience of a cis femme queer woman who has been going to the gym for the past 5 years, and hyperfixates on weight training. i am in no way a certified personal trainer or dietician, and i do not have the knowledge to train with chronic pain or disabilities. i personally deal with some chronic pain and impinged joints that i have tips for, but that is not the purpose of this post! these tips are also more applicable for able-bodied cis women, and non-binary/genderfluid/bigender/gnc/trans folks with naturally lower levels of testosterone, who are beginners in weight training (0-12 months of going to the gym)

table of content:

know your goals

eat more protein

lift weights and progressively overload to build muscle

compound exercises is your bestie. isolation and isometric exercises are good company to keep

your diet determines 90% of your physique or wtv they say

you belong in the gym and don't let anyone tell you otherwise

it's common to have body dysmorphia, even at a level where you're jacked af. feel it, understand it, and be curious about where it is coming from

extra stuff

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1. know your goals!

for the purpose of this post we are going to assume the goal is to gain serious muscle!

this means your workout will focus on either strength or mass

strength: heavy weight x low reps, means being able to carry the heaviest weight possible, at lower repetitions. think 60kg bench press at 4 reps

this builds immense strength, leaner size, and is the way strongmen/women and powerlifters train

that also means denser, stronger muscles, which will take a longer time to regress

mass: mid weights x mid reps, means carrying a challenging enough weight to go at higher repetitions. think 30kg bench press at 12 reps

this builds muscle mass and good strength, and is the way bodybuilders train

this is more time consuming than the first option, but goes hard on that beefy aesthetic

to build dense strong muscles, go for 3 sets, 3-5 reps per exercise

to build bigger muscles, go for 4-5 sets, 8-15 reps per exercise

please understand that muscles are heavier than fat. if you start weight training and notice your weight increase, but your physique stays the same/gets leaner, you're likely gaining a lot of muscle weight, which is a very good thing!

if you want a capped delts, fat biceps and wing lats, focus on upper body and core workouts

if you wanna get that peach booty, tree trunk thighs, and sculpted calves, focus on lower body and core workouts

if you want an 'X' taper, go for a full body workout

you can split your workouts by body parts (upper, core, back, legs), or by push and pull, to begin with

2. eat more protein!

depending on where you live and your available food options, you're likely not getting enough daily protein intake

when you lift weights, you tear your muscles (in a good way) so it can rebuild stronger for the next time you stress them out. protein helps you rebuild those 'damaged' muscles

it also keeps you satiated for longer - protein takes a longer time to digest

if you're vegan/vegetarian, opt for protein rich food like tofu, tempeh, soy products, legumes, chickpeas, etc.

if you struggle to eat enough protein, get protein powders to reach that daily intake

whey protein contains dairy. pea protein for vegans and lactose intolerant girlies

you can take protein powder with many types of food/liquids. i personally eat proats (mixing protein powder into cooked rolled oats) for breakfast.

aim for 0.8g - 1g per pound or 1.6g - 2.2g per kilo i.e. if you weigh 50kgs, aim for 110g daily protein intake for muscle growth

you don't need to eat your protein at like 30 mins before or after a session etc. as long as you have a consistent daily intake you're good

but! don't overload with protein in one sitting. space out your protein consumption throughout the day otherwise your body can't effectively absorb it all and it'll just go to waste

3. lift weights and progressively overload to build muscle

body weight exercises are good to start off, but if you want to build muscle, you need to start adding resistance to your training

that means periodically increasing the amount of weights you lift, to increase the challenge your muscle takes

being able to perform movements with heavier weights than before is also a good indicator that you're getting stronger!

if you're squatting body weight this week, try with 2kg dumbbells next week. then 5kg the next, 7kg the next, 10kg the next, and so on.

at a certain point it'll take longer to increase your weights. think taking 4 weeks to go from 100kg squats to 110kg

some bodies aren't able to tolerate higher weights (injury, chronic pain, genetic), so instead, add variations - instead of increasing to 20 push ups, try 10 push ups with your feet elevated

4. compound exercises is your bestie. isolation and isometric exercises are good company to keep

compound exercises work more than just one muscle group/one group of joints - these require multiple parts of your body to move in sync, to perform it correctly

compound movements are also functional movements. think being able to safely pick up a heavy box off the floor, storing your luggage in the overhead compartment, carrying your groceries in one go, carrying your wife to bed

deadlifts, squats, bench press, pull ups, overhead press, rows, push ups, lunges, and farmers carry are good basic compound movements to start with

once you're familiar with those, you can try variations like romanian deadlifts, sumo squats, chest press, chin ups, cable rows, push up plus, split squats to make it more challenging

isolation movements, such as bicep curls, knee extensions, crunches, etc. works mainly one muscle group/requires movement from one group of joints

for example, squats (compound) require you to move your hip joints and knee joints. knee extension (isolation) moves only knee joints. squats mainly work your glutes, quads, and core, while knee extensions mainly target your quads.

isolation movements are good for strengthening a specific muscle group, especially after an injury or specific weakness (isolation calf exercises to strengthen ankles), or for aesthetic purposes (fat biceps)

isometric exercises require you to contract your muscles without much movement. these are good for endurance and bracing.

planking is an isometric exercise. it's a very good exercise to stabilise your core, which is very good for injury prevention, and protects your spine from overextending

a strong, stable core is crucial to performing compound exercises and many daily movements safely

honestly muscle building is basically injury prevention if you do it right. you also get a strong physique, as a treat

keep your movements slow and controlled - focus on activating the muscle group that the exercise is intended for

quality movements = better muscle activation = efficient muscle growth

rushing through an exercise could result in injury, or compensating using the wrong muscle group or joints (ie. using your knees instead of your quads and glutes for squats)

5. your diet determines 90% of your physique or wtv they say

your muscles need protein to grow, and your body needs fuel to move. body fuel: carbs, fat, and protein

carbs are not your enemy!! fat is not your enemy!! not in excess!!

no food is bad or junk food. some foods are more nutritionally dense than others but at the end of the day, eating something diet culture deems 'unhealthy' is better than starving yourself

you can eat anything you want - the key is moderation

if you love sugary drinks, instead of drinking 5 cans of soda a day, drink only one (moderation)

if you love bread (like i do), have something else with that bread like tuna, peanut butter, lettuce, an egg, etc. (variety of nutrients)

if you love chips, have one serving a day, instead of the whole bag in one sitting

if you want to have visible muscles (read: abs) you need to go on a calorie deficit (cutting) - that means eating 200-500 less calories than your daily calorie need. you will likely loose strength and muscle mass

if you want to have strength and mass, and don't mind a bit of body fat, you can go for calorie surplus (bulking) - that means eating 200 - 500 more calories than your daily need

you can gain muscle and lose fat the same time

use this calculator to determine your calorie intake needs for cutting, maintaining, and bulking

you can also use the app 'calorie counter by fatsecret' (ios / android) to track your calories (but not too strictly! don't go down that slippery slope of obsessing over your every macro/micronutrient intake please!!!)

please remember that everyone's fat distribution is different - some people might not store much fat in their abdominal area, some might store more in their underarm area, etc. your genetics will determine where your body fat is distributed, which will affect your physique

emotional eating happens. cravings happen. binge eating happens. forgetting to eat happens. not feeling like eating happens. it's important not to associate guilt when it does - it's okay if you deviate from your usual eating routine. you can try again tomorrow

i've had a decent relationship with food my whole life, so i can't talk much about eating disorders or recovering from it, although you can watch leanbeefpatty's take on how to stop emotional eating, and her eating mentality (mostly intuitive eating) - she overcame ED in her youth

your body doesn't change much because you ate more/less than your target calorie intake for the day. changes in the body is gradual when it comes to body composition (fat distribution, muscle growth)

staying consistent is good. allowing yourself to deviate is also good. many of us aren't built to stick to something 100% all the time

most days can be 95%, some days 68%, some even at 23%. allow yourself those less than ideal days, so that you can go back to 95% most days. the key is going for as many 95% days possible, not a handful of 100%

6. you belong in the gym and don't let anyone tell you otherwise

you paid for the gym membership, just like everyone else. you have every right to be there, and use any and every equipment the gym provides

so what if you're starting with light weights? your starting weight is not your final weight

that means you also belong in the free weight/dumbbell section. take up space (respectfully) and don't be apologetic about it

don't be afraid to use the machines! they usually have instructions on the side. start off with the lowest weight, and go through the motion to familiarise yourself with it

it's okay if you don't know what you're doing at first - the gym is the place for you to figure it out

'what if they are looking at me' most people at the gym are busy focusing on themselves. they likely don't notice you most of the time

i would usually avoid eye contact, and look at either the floor, the ceiling, the wall, or the distance, so i don't notice if anyone is looking at me

if the gym is still intimidating, go with a friend! bring your headphones! drown out the world!

honestly i treat going to the gym as one large body double. having other people working out together helps keep me accountable to my own workouts. especially if my gym crush(es) is/are around

7. it's common to have body dysmorphia, even at a level where you're jacked af. feel it, understand it, and be curious about where it is coming from

i don't have any tips on managing body dysmorphia bc it is so personal and unique to each person

all i can talk about is what personally worked for me

which was focusing on getting stronger, instead of looking leaner

because when you get stronger, your body WILL change. the physique will come

but the physique that comes might not be what you'd expect - many times you've not seen how your body looks like when you get stronger

you might only see examples of strong bodies from media (who usually have really good genetics in the muscle building area), or other people at the gym

no two bodies are the exact same. if you dream of having xxx's physique, that isn't going to happen

but what you can dream of is having your strongest physique, which is unique to you, belongs to you, and will happen to you

remember, your ideal body type is the one you have now

you can set goals and have role models, but please please please do not make your role models your goal

i still struggle with bd, but it is much much better than before. i actually like looking at my body a large large majority of the time

for the femme girlies, if you want to get a muscular physique but are afraid of people calling you 'masc' or that you 'look like a man' fuck that noise. lift heavier, get jacked, become the muscle mommy your inner child would be proud of

8. extra stuff

if you're a cis woman or someone with naturally lower levels of testosterone, you won't get very, very muscular

you can get really strong (and with the right training, diet, and genetics, stronger than most cis men), but please don't compare your strength and size to someone who has higher levels of testosterone, naturally or through HRT or steroids

testosterone WILL help a person get very muscular and very strong, with lower levels of body fat. if you have lower levels of T, muscle size is limited, and body fat distribution is different. you likely store fat much easier too

please don't compare yourself with other folks with naturally lower levels of testosterone either - each person has different genetics, and some people are naturally stronger/bulkier than others, or have been lifting longer/more often

please don't be shy - look at the mirror when you work out and CHECK YOUR FORM. If your knees are buckling during your squats, you need to push them outwards or use lighter weights before you break your legs

if you have preexisting pain or are recovering from an injury, please get a personal trainer to help you create a custom training programme suited for your condition

if you experience acute pain while working out, stop what you're doing, ice it, see a physical therapist, and get that fixed. don't soldier on with the pain and make it worse. trust me!!

if you're just starting out, and have been experiencing common sedentary pains like lower back pain, take it easy, stretch, and get a personal trainer to build you a custom programme. im serious

always, ALWAYS warm up before a work out, and stretch after.

do dynamic warm ups before, and static stretching after

mind muscle connection is very important in weight training

focus on how your muscle is contracting and stretching, how your joints move, how everything comes together to help you balance and move something heavy around

i don't experience it personally, but i know many queer folks who are very disconnected with their bodies

i do not have any tips for that unfortunately

getting enough sleep is very important in building muscle - muscles recover and grow when you're sleeping/resting, not in the gym, not in the kitchen

again, the gym breaks down your muscles, the kitchen gives them the nutrients to rebuild, and the bedroom kick starts the actual process of recovery

remember that building muscle will take time. it doesn't happen overnight, nor does it happen in a week, a month, maybe even a year if you're inconsistent

it might take years to get to where you want to be. it's going to be a difficult journey, but it'll be worth it i think

show up, stay consistent, stay strong, and stay focused

but don't forget to rest and be kind to yourself - you don't need to push if you really can't do it

skipping one workout every once in a while, is a small blip in a lifetime of sessions.

a bad workout session doesn't determine the quality of all your workouts

truly once you start and see results, you will be amazed at what your body can achieve

a free resource that helped me kick start my fitness journey, and knowledge on weight training throughout the years, is nerdfitness. most recently leanbeefpatty for helpful tips, motivation, and entertainment

hope this helps someone in some way!

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notesfromnowhere · 10 days ago

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From Curiosity to Craft: How i learned to do Nail Extensions at Home.💅

Mastering nail extensions at home has been one of the most fulfilling and transformative experiences in my beauty journey. It all began when I enrolled in a cosmetology course in my hometown. My focus was on makeup, hair, and skincare, but I often observed other students practicing nail extensions. One day, they asked me to be their model. They only applied extensions on one hand, but that was all it took to spark my interest – I loved how polished and sophisticated my nails looked, and I knew I wanted to learn this art myself.

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Perfecting the Craft After returning home, I practiced diligently, dedicating time each week to improve. I started creating full sets, experimenting with techniques like ombré fades, encapsulated glitter, and 3D accents. I joined online communities, where fellow nail enthusiasts shared tips, and found that feedback from other learners greatly boosted my confidence and skill. Gradually, my creations became more polished, and I could see the difference my persistence made with each set.

Final Thoughts Learning nail extensions at home has not only been a creative outlet but also a testament to the power of self-directed learning. What started as a curiosity has become a rewarding skill that brings beauty and joy to others. If you’re passionate about nail artistry, remember that with dedication, patience, and the right resources, you can achieve stunning results without stepping into a professional classroom. Whether it’s a new design or perfecting a technique, the journey is as enjoyable as the destination.

Some sets i did when i started learning.😁

Then i got a little better. 🤭

And this the latest set i did for my cousin on her birthday.💟

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belladoesmakeup · 2 years ago

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winterdeepelegy · 1 year ago

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Prompt #22 - Fulsome

Trembling steps into a world she had forgotten Dusty roses on a royal velvet seat And the letter in her name brings her back again Familiar are the words upon the sheet -"Opus of the Night", Kamelot ------------------------------------------------------------

It would have been a lie to say she wasn't reluctant to accept the contract from a recently established opera house. This had once been her dream, and it was a dream she actively enjoyed for a time until the world and its problems decided she was needed elsewhere. Now, however, it felt so foreign to Ciel, sitting in a dressing room again and primping ahead of a performance. It didn't feel like "her" after so long away from the limelight. She tried not to focus on the mirror whilst stroking the soft bristles of a brush through her platinum hair to smooth it before working it into an elaborate coronet of braids around her head, and finally into one long braid down her back. Into this weave she intertwined delicate flowers of golden color and baby's breath. Makeup came last, a light application of powder, a soft swipe of rouge across her cheekbones, and a dob of rose pink lip paint from the tip of a fine brush. And just as she set the brush down and wondered if this was good enough, if she was worthy of reclaiming this moment, there came a knock at the door. It opened with neither hesitation or her blessing. "Lady Ciel!" A cheerful yet rotund Lalafell gentleman burst into the room, and she closed her eyes for a moment to steel her patience, and her response. "What an absolute honor it is for you to join us!" he chortled, his plump hands rubbing together under a bearded chin. "I've followed your career closely for years, my dear! Years! And now here you are, the jewel of the opera house, about to grace my stage! Oh, truly Nald has smiled upon me... us." Inwardly did she chide herself. Mistakes were made. She could feel the greed rolling off of him as easily as she could smell his cheap cologne, both threatening to spoil her mood and her own perfume. She smiled, "Aye, of course. What a fabulous opportunity, how could I possibly pass it up?" Sandy colored bangs bobbed around the Lalafell's head with his brisk nodding. "Grand fortune for us both! I trust the accommodations are to your liking? Is there aught else I can get for you? A glass of sweet red, mayhap? I keep only the finest in my stash but you're more than welcome to partake, of course." Mayhap a draught of laudanum, she thought. "No... ah, no thank you, sir. It tends to do my voice little favor, you see," she gently declined.

"Then perhaps after the show?" he stepped a little closer to peer up from the floor to her face, and everything in between. "A private dinner. My personal chef will prepare the finest meal you could imagine." She looked again to the mirror and slowly inhaled with one of her hands pressed to her abdomen and released it the same way. "I must respectfully decline. After all, given my fame, I have a chef of my own and entire wine cellar to spare." She lied, of course. She cooked for herself and kept no such reserves but if it made him back down, she might still be able to salvage this night. "Oh, bugger." He seemed genuinely dismayed but this didn't last. Another hopeful perk up came with the next question, "Another time then? We are, after all, just getting to know one another, 'twouldn't do to be too forward, now would it?" "No, quite right. And now, sir, if I may, I should like to finish getting ready." He issued a sound affirming his realization and quickly turned to totter back out the way he came. "Right, right. I must beg the beautiful Lady's forgiveness for trespassing in such an unseemly way. I shall see you again after curtain call, madam!" A wink and he closed the door behind him. Ciel slumped back in the chair and sharply exhaled all of the discomfort and tension that had seeped into her shoulders. This was the first time she ever truly regretted her career choice, and the night was just starting.

#ffxivwrite2023 #ffxiv #ff14 #Ciel Sauveterre

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898268 · 10 days ago

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The Benefits of Choosing Direct to Film Transfers for Your Printing Needs

Direct to Film (DTF) transfers are revolutionizing the custom printing industry, offering businesses and individuals an efficient way to create vibrant, durable designs on various fabrics. Whether you're a business owner or a DIY enthusiast, understanding the benefits of DTF transfers can help you decide if this method is the right fit for your needs. This article explores what DTF transfers are, how they work, and why they stand out compared to other printing techniques.

What Are Direct to Film Transfers?

Direct to Film transfers are a printing method where designs are printed onto a specialized film using a DTF transfer printer. Once printed, these designs are transferred to fabric using heat, ensuring a vibrant and long-lasting print. Unlike traditional methods, DTF transfers can adhere to multiple fabric types, from cotton to synthetic blends, making them highly versatile. This adaptability makes DTF ideal for creating custom DTF transfers for t-shirts, bags, hats, and more.

Why DTF Transfers Are Important for Printing Businesses

Versatile Application on Multiple Fabrics One of the standout advantages of DTF transfers is their ability to print on various materials. Traditional methods, like screen printing, often limit you to specific fabric types. In contrast, direct to film transfers work well on cotton, polyester, blends, and even non-fabric surfaces, allowing for more creative freedom and product options. This versatility makes DTF an appealing choice for businesses that want to expand their product lines without switching to new equipment.

Durability and High-Quality Prints DTF transfers are known for their durability, ensuring that designs hold up well even after multiple washes. The heat transfer process embeds the ink into the fabric, resulting in prints that resist fading, cracking, and peeling. For customers who want vibrant, long-lasting colors, custom DTF transfers are an excellent solution. This durability is particularly beneficial for businesses aiming to provide products that maintain their quality over time, enhancing customer satisfaction.

Cost-Effective Production Direct to film transfers are highly cost-effective, especially for small to medium orders. DTF printing requires less setup than screen printing and is suitable for both small and bulk orders, making it an economical choice for businesses of all sizes. The DTF transfer printer itself is affordable compared to other high-end printing machines, allowing smaller businesses to enter the custom printing market with a relatively low investment.

Vibrant Colors and Fine Details DTF transfers excel at producing vivid colors and capturing fine design details, which is essential for creating visually appealing custom apparel. The printer technology allows for precise ink placement, ensuring that intricate designs and color gradients appear crisp and professional. For brands that prioritize detail and aesthetics, direct to film transfers are ideal.

Environmentally Friendly Many DTF inks are eco-friendly, making this printing method a sustainable choice. Additionally, DTF printing often results in less material waste compared to other methods, as there is no need for excess ink or extra materials in setup. For businesses and consumers prioritizing eco-conscious practices, DTF transfers provide a greener alternative in the printing industry.

How to Get Started with DTF Printing

If you're ready to explore DTF transfer printers for your business, start by researching suppliers who offer reliable equipment and quality inks. Investing in a high-quality printer will ensure that your custom DTF transfers meet the standards your customers expect. Training on best practices for using DTF printers and managing heat press settings can further enhance print quality and durability. Research Equipment NeedsYou’ll need a DTF printer, heat press, curing powder, and transfer film. Consider investing in a reliable DTF transfer printer for consistent results.

Choose Quality Inks and FilmUsing high-quality DTF ink and film ensures vibrant, durable prints. Look for inks compatible with your printer and film that suits your fabric types.

Learn the DTF ProcessThe process involves printing your design on the transfer film, applying a curing powder, heating to cure the design, and then pressing it onto fabric. Mastering each step ensures professional-quality results.

Experiment and PracticePracticing with various designs, color settings, and fabrics will help you perfect your DTF technique.

Consider Suppliers and Training Finding reputable suppliers for your equipment and materials is key. Many suppliers offer tutorials, and you can explore online communities for additional tips and guidance.

Conclusion

Direct to film transfers offer a range of benefits, from versatility and durability to vibrant color output and eco-friendliness. This printing method is ideal for businesses looking to expand their offerings in custom apparel and accessories without a high upfront cost. By adopting custom DTF transfers and a reliable DTF transfer printer, you can produce high-quality designs that leave a lasting impression on your customers, giving your business a competitive edge in the custom printing market.

Whether you’re new to DTF or considering a shift from other printing methods, the advantages of DTF transfers make them an investment worth considering for high-quality, customizable, and resilient prints.

#design printing #printing graphics #dtf transfers #direct-to-film transfers #designs #t-shirt printing

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edennails991 · 1 year ago

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Gel-X is the Gentlest and Easiest Way to Wear Nail Extensions, According to Nail Experts

You’ve seen it all over Instagram, now here’s the debrief on the faux nails pros can't get enough of.

BY ANNIE BLAY

December 19, 2022

Celebrity nail artists and nail enthusiasts — myself included — have been obsessing over Gel-X manicures. The rest of the internet is in on the hype too; the hashtag #gelxnails has 1.5 billion views on TikTok and has been tagged in one million posts on Instagram. These professional gel nail extensions have reigned supreme in my book since I first tried them and loved how long and shiny my nails were with the Gel-X tips, which was a nice departure from my typically short, brittle nails. I was blown away by how long they lasted (three weeks of long, almond-shaped nails!), despite how short the appointments were (one hour vs. the usual two for acrylic nail extensions). That boggled my mind and had me wanting, no, needing to know more. Consider this your Gel-X nail extensions course 101, including how they work, what they cost, and whether or not getting them is bad for your natural nails.

What is Gel-X?

Gel-X is a "soft extension," meaning it artificially lengthens your nails but still feels flexible, not hard, plastic-y, and molded from, as the name says, gel. This is an iteration of the same material that you would get during a typical gel appointment, made from a blend of acrylic monomers and oligomers. The difference, however, is that Gel-X is cured before it's applied to the nail, instead of after. They look like "clear press-on extensions but thinner," says nail artist An Cao, and come in a variety of nail shapes, such as almond and stiletto. These extensions can also be cut and filed into any shape and length after application. Though the extension itself is clear, there’s plenty of room to add color and personality after they have been affixed securely — in fact, the extensions are meant to be painted over.

One big difference between Gel-X extensions and other options (like acrylic and dip powder) is that, because of its composition, Gel-X can be soaked off with acetone. Also, Gel-X doesn't just sit at the tip of the nail, but covers the entire nail bed, reducing pressure on the weakest part of the nail. "I find that gel extensions are way thinner, more natural looking, and more modern than a dip or acrylic," says Elizabeth Ridley, a nail artist in Newcastle Upon Tyne, England. "And the time for application is so much quicker," she adds.

Aprés was first to the market with the full-coverage, soft-gel extension system. Orly has its own gel extension system, called GelFX, which uses builder gel (a polish that applies like soft gel but dries into hard gel) rather than an already molded gel extension. But Aprés continues to be the most popular option among nail artists in salons and online.

How Much Does Gel-X Cost?

A lot of nail salons — nationally and globally — offer Gel-X services, which are usually specified by the name: Gel-X, or gel extensions. So you probably want to know how much this Gel-X option costs, huh? Based on my experience living in the New York City area, Gel-X manicures cost $100 to $150, depending on length and designs, which can range from simple French tips to elaborate 3D shapes. Unlike press-ons, Gel-X tips don’t come pre-designed; designs are usually painted on after application. "You can expect to pay $85 for the actual set and upwards, with the manicure depending on the complexity," says New York-based nail artist Ayumu Takasawa. That range seems to be accurate for most states across the country.

How Gel-X Nail Extensions Are Applied

Nail Preparation

Nail artist and Après research and development manager Eunice Park says that prep includes cutting or filing your natural nails, pushing back the cuticles, and buffing the nail bed — exactly what you’d expect as first steps during a nail appointment. Your nail artist will then select the Gel-X extensions that best fit your nails. Before the extensions are affixed, a pH Bonder (a solution made with isopropyl alcohol) is applied to your own nails to remove any oil or residue that could hinder clean and proper adhesion.

Application

The process of applying Gel-X extensions, minus the nail art, takes about an hour, prep included. If you’re also getting nail art, your appointment could last as long as three hours, depending on the complexity. The process steps are as follows:

Step 1: Primer. One coat of the primer creates a tacky surface for the gel to adhere to.

Step 2: Gel polish. A layer of clear gel polish is applied to the natural nail and cured under an LED lamp.

Step 3: On the flip side. An additional layer of gel is swiped onto the underside of the gel extension before it gets placed firmly onto the natural nail, and then back under the lamp to cure.

Step 4: Cure. After all five fingers are finished, there's a full cure under the lamp for 30 seconds; steps one through four are repeated on the other hand.

Step 5: Paint. After all 10 tips are on, if necessary, the nail artist will file nails based on your desired shape; then it’s time for color and nail art.

How Hard is it to Apply Gel-X Tips at Home?

It is possible to buy an at-home kit — and the application steps are the same — but it's a lot more involved than, say, painting your nails with two coats of Ballet Slippers. Ridley practiced on a mannequin when she first started using Gel-X, and she's been doing nails professionally for years. If you're confident in your nail skills, Aprés sells its entire Gel-X nail extension system starting at $118.

A few weeks ago, Allure’s news editor Nicola Dall'Asen tried her hand at the Aprés’ Gel-X system at home: "No matter how talented you are with a nail polish brush, this is not something you will master on the first try," she reports. "You'll run into numerous challenges, such as air pockets in the Extend Gel, juggling holding the faux nail on your natural nail while curing at the same time, selecting the exact right size for each nail, and more."

But if you’re feeling brave — and patient — Ridley’s biggest takeaway is, to be mindful of how much gel you’re applying. "It can't be too much or too little," she explains. The artist adds that when she does Gel-X nails now, she uses the size of her client’s nail bed to determine how much adhesive gel to add. The key here is to avoid globs of gel spilling out from underneath the extension.

Everyone’s nails are a little different. With practice, says Ridley, you’ll realize what is too much or too little gel to use. According to Park, less is more when it comes to this step, and she recommends using a light layer and adding more if needed.

Those who want to learn how to use Gel-X at home can use Aprés' YouTube, TikTok, or Instagram tutorials as a resource. Aprés also offers Gel-X certification courses, held multiple times a year in different parts of the country, for professional nail artists. Park recommends that all nail artists who want to do Gel-X in a salon or professionally on clients get certified, though not all salons may require it. You can always ask your nail artist to show you their certification.

How Long Do Gel-X Extensions Last?

If you're looking for nail extensions that can last a whole month — but won't take aggressive buffing to remove — Gel-X is for you. Los Angeles-based editorial nail artist Elle Gerstein says her Gel-X manicures, including a mini-moon design for Blake Lively, last about three weeks.

Ridley says she's seen clients wear their Gel-X manicures for up to four weeks. "Usually, after [four weeks], you can experience lifting," she notes. "I find that some who work with steam or water, like baristas and hairstylists, can’t go as long as someone who works in an office environment because excessive exposure to elements like steam and water can cause the extension to lift from the natural nail sooner."

But don’t worry: This doesn’t apply to daily activities like washing your hands and showering. "Excessive" here means more like having your hands in water every few minutes.

Gel-X Removal Process

Gerstein usually cuts extensions close to the nail before using an electric file to "get rid of the excess" gel, so they’re easier to remove. An acetone-soaked cotton ball is applied to the nail and your fingertips are wrapped in foil. The rest of the gel will soften and separate from your natural nail so it can be gently removed using a tool like a cuticle pusher, leaving little to no damage.

Gel-X Pros and Cons

Pros

The nail artists I speak with all agree that one of the biggest benefits of Gel-X is how easy it is to remove. Gel-X can also better preserve the health of your natural nails. Though Gerstein, who has experience working with Gel-X and acrylic, says she can work with both methods while also maintaining the health of a client’s natural nails (because she’s that good). She does point out that gel requires less aggressive filing during prep and removal, whereas acrylic requires a bit more. In comparison, Gel-X comes off with light filing and soaking with acetone, and acrylic involves more filing and actually having to pry the acrylic off the nail.

Cons

The process of applying Gel-X nails involves curing under an LED lamp and, according to board-certified dermatologist Dana Stern, the light emitted by any light that is capable of curing a UV gel must be in the UV-A spectrum, meaning it can leave your hands susceptible to UV damage, including signs of skin aging like brown spots and wrinkles, and skin cancer risk.

"Protect your hands or feet with either a broad-spectrum SPF 30, or more, sunscreen applied 15 minutes before exposure [to the LED light]," Dr. Stern advises. "Or cover your hands or feet with a piece of fabric, fingertip-less gloves, or pedicure socks to protect the skin on the hands and feet from the aging effects of UV light."

If you like acrylic nails because of the fill-ins, you’ll find this next Gel-X feature to be a con: Unlike acrylic nail extensions, Gel-X isn't made to be filled in. When an acrylic manicure has run its course, a nail artist can file the fake nail down to the bare bones and perform a fill-in, which allows you to build a new manicure using the same acrylic base. That process involves filing off the polish on the acrylic nail and applying a new base of acrylic powder — but the actual nail extension doesn’t have to come off.

On the flip side, Gel-X is great for those who like to take breaks from using nail extensions, because it's easy to go back and forth from long to short nails with minimal damage to your natural nails. Acrylic extensions require a bit more commitment.

Now that you're equipped with all the info you need, go ahead and book that nail appointment.

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perigeedirect · 2 years ago

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Araldite: Today's Best Epoxy Resin

Part of the new line of Araldite adhesives, available in tubes, is Araldite 1419508 for a picture-perfect, indiscernibly clear bond. It is perfect for crafts and repairs that call for an invisible bond. It is the obvious answer, whether it be a routine task or a prized possession! On the other hand, Araldite 1423508 is a well-known and reliable epoxy bond that can be used to repair a variety of items both inside and outside the home.

Araldite 1419508 and Araldite 1423508, like all Araldite packaging, have been carefully created to be environmentally friendly. Each component can be recycled individually because the plastic casing easily separates from the cardboard backing. Here's everything you need to know:

How Do I Apply It?

Break off the end seal and remove the spatula and resealable cap from, in between, the syringe plungers. You can dispense consistent amounts of product thanks to the syringe applicator.

Using the provided spatula, thoroughly combine all the ingredients.

These Araldite resins are also available in convenient tube form. Open the tubes, then pour out an equal amount of each ingredient onto a spotless mixing surface.

Apply the adhesive to both surfaces within five minutes of mixing it. Press the two surfaces firmly together and set aside for at least 20 minutes.

How Do I Remove Araldite From A Surface?

Once fully cured, Araldite 1419508 and Araldite 1423508, like all Araldite resins, are challenging to remove because they become incredibly solvent-resistant and are difficult to dissolve. The best way to assist with removal is to heat it; Araldite will start to soften above 70 °C, making it simpler to scrape away. Mechanical removal will still be required to get it off.

General Precautions

Avoid making eye or skin contact.

Avoid swallowing or inhaling the powder.

Avoid direct heat and open flames.

Avoid contact with moisture.

Keep the container shut tightly.

Please wash your hands thoroughly after handling them.

To reduce exposure to this substance, use a fume hood.

Wear safety gear, including a face mask, safety goggles, a long-sleeved lab coat or gown, and PVC or neoprene rubber gloves as a minimum.

Why and Where to Buy?

Araldite 1419508 and Araldite 1423508, like all Araldite 2015-1 resins, are semi-clear, two-part, room-temperature curing epoxy gel adhesives that are remarkably robust and durable. They have thixotropic properties and are made to fill voids. You can buy them easily at Perigee Direct. Contact them now for more information.

#Araldite 1419508 #Araldite 1423508

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 2 years ago

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Imagine waking up in the morning after spending the night in MAURICE‘s room, and waking up in the middle of his beauty routine.

He clearly didn’t anticipate you waking up so early, because you’ve never seen him... quite like this. You were aware he wears makeup because he’s told you as such on a few occasions, but it appears to have been heavier in application than he led you to believe.

While he doesn’t look like a completely different person, he doesn’t look nearly as perfect as he wants everyone to think he is.

His hair is pinned back away from his face while he works, and it falls more in waves than in ringlets like usual. His cheekbones look lower, creating a bit of an unflattering angle to his face. He‘s got a few blotches on his cheeks as well, that he seems to be trying to cover with smears of foundation.

It’s almost funny, because he truly doesn’t look bad. It’s more the expression he’s making that makes him appear comical, that all-encompassing focus which draws the whole of someone’s attention. Some people might stick out their tongue while concentrating; apparently Maurice purses his lips and furrows his brows.

Does he really think he needs all that makeup? The fake lashes that probably make it difficult for him to see, the foundation and powder that almost certainly irritate his skin further, the contouring that makes his cheekbones appear higher?

Does he think he’s ugly without it?

He’s not. Even if he wasn’t physically attractive, he’d still have worth as a person.

(But he is just as attractive to you as ever. God. He’s not gorgeous to you because of how the lines on his face are arranged or how his hair is curled or how thick his eyelashes are. He’s gorgeous because of his bright smile and his breathy laugh and the passion that lights up his face when he’s talking about things he likes.)

You can’t just leave this alone. You’ve never seen him without his makeup until now, and even though there must be a reason he hides it, he shouldn’t have to. Even if he doesn’t want anyone else to see him without the cosmetic mask, he’s your boyfriend. You’re his partner. He should feel comfortable around you.

He looks to be so engrossed in fixing his face up, sitting there at the vanity, he doesn’t realize when you creep out of bed. He only notices when you circle your arms around his waist and make a point of kissing his cheek, the one he hasn’t yet applied any product to. ... The one that still shows patches of pinkish bumps.

“Good morning, beautiful,” you murmur against his skin.

A yelp tries to escape, though he does his best to bite it back. Now his face is a little redder, because he’s blushing. “Get... get back in bed!” he huffs. “I’m not beautiful yet. You’re not supposed to see me like this!”

You hum in response, only tightening your grip. Not only do you need to show him how pretty he still is to you, you’ll also be damned if you let him tell you what to do. “Mnh-mnh. You get all that goop off your face, then you get back in bed. Suddenly I don’t think we’re going to be leaving the room today.”

Although he fights you the whole way, you finally manage to wipe off the things he’s applied to his face. As you tug him back under the covers, you unclip the barrettes in his hair, setting them on the bedside table.

“Why?” His voice comes out in a whine, even as you pull open the sides of his dressing gown. “Not leaving the room? Because you’re embarrassed to be seen with me now?”

You give him a snort, then lean down to press a long kiss to his throat. “No. Because now that I know what you look like without all that junk, if I let you leave without it, someone’s going to steal you away from me.”

With that you yank his sleeves down using one hand; with your other, you card your fingers through his hair.

“And I just can’t let that happen,” you smirk. “I rather prefer having the real you all to myself.”

#Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Maurice #Maurice Cole #minific #romantic #domestic #fluff #hurt/comfort #this qualifies as hurt/comfort right??? the man's insecurities are big enough to be seen from space #ANYWAY I LOVE HIM PLEASE ACCEPT THIS CRUMB OF MAURICE CONTENT BECAUSE HE'S GOT MY WHOLE ASS HEART

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mostly-marvel-musings · 4 years ago

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Hii! Could u maybe do a 12 & 13 from fluff prompts with Bucky?

Also congratulations on the milestone! 🤍

Just say yes

A/N: Beware of the fluff attack and Bucky being an absolute puppy dog!

Not my gif! Credits to the owner.

Prompts - Dancing in the kitchen & Proposal gone wrong.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Fluff town, a curse word or two.

Word count: 1500ish

Requests & Challenges

Bucky Barnes Taglist - @marvelgirl7 @mycosmicparadise @feetoffthetablee

Everything Taglist – @godofplumsandthunder @ladyacrasia @agustdowney @swaggysposts @littlegasps @little-baby-vixen @another-stark-sub @supraveng @kahlanmars @disappointmentofthefam @pandaxnienke @tom-hlover @just-the-hiddles @fyreball66 @asmigurub @avantgardium-leviosa @imerdwarf @gladiosamicitias @fanofalltheficsx @ladyburberry

Tags are open! Send me an ask or DM if you wish to be included in any of these lists ;))

As the saying goes, ‘everything that can go wrong, will go wrong’ Bucky found it applicable to his current situation now more than ever.

He had been planning the perfect evening while you were away on a small mission with Sam and were expected to be home in less than an hour. He’d ordered your favourite pizza, kept that special bottle of wine you’d been saving on the table with two glasses, even texted every single person in the team to not disturb once you were home.

Bucky wanted you all to himself tonight. That and the fact that he was planning to propose.

You arrived fifteen minutes later looking tattered and exhausted. Bucky frowned, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel as he heard the front door slam shut, concerned when he didn’t hear your usually chirpy voice, he walked out to greet you.

“Welcome home sweetheart, how was th—”

He stopped mid-sentence after getting a good look at your state, hair in disarray, minor cuts decorating your forehead and chin. It wasn’t the first but today was supposed to be an easy one.

“Oh you look terrible.”

“Thanks I feel terrible.”

Bucky chuckled, pulling you into a hug before pressing a kiss on your temple, immediately feeling your body sink into his.

“What went wrong? I thought the mission was fairly—”

“Yeah except it wasn’t. I’m going to take a bath okay.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

Sighing, you gently pushed him away to get to the bathroom, peeling off the unitard as you went, exhaustion making you forget he was waiting for a kiss, but he understood.

“Alright, don’t be too long though. I made you dinner, and I can guarantee it’s edible this time.”

“I’m sorry babe but I’m not really hungry. All I want is sleep.”

You mumbled, your voice laden with sleep as you reached for the door, missing Bucky’s dejected face that he quickly recovered from, not wanting you to worry.

“How about I get you a glass of wine and patch you up?” He offered.

“Yep.”

You practically crawled into bed after you bathed, falling asleep instantly. Bucky climbed in shortly after, racking his brain for yet another attempt of proposing as he draped his arm across your waist, gazing at your sleeping form for a while before kissing your forehead.

A lingering aroma of fresh bacon and eggs woke you up the next day. Peeking through a half open eye, you saw Bucky holding a tray of food in his hands and your favourite flower between his teeth.

“God bless you Bucky Barnes!” You exclaimed, sitting up against the headboard with the biggest smile on your face, making grabby hands at the food as your stomach growled.

He placed the tray in your lap and tucked the flower behind your ear, whispering ‘good morning’ before leaning in for a kiss which you happily returned.

Bucky had already cleared your schedule for the day, made sure that no one bothered you today, he was determined to not let you out of the house before getting that ring on your finger.

You took turns eating yourself and feeding your super caring boyfriend who had gone through all this trouble for you, not really saying much but rather enjoying the silence you shared.

“Hey I got us a table at that Italian restaurant that you love for dinner.” Bucky announced matter-of-factly, hiding his nervous self under the facade of a casual dinner date.

“I’ll have to check with Agent Hill if there’s some updates after last night’s blow-up but I’m sure th—”

“Oh that won’t be necessary.”

“It won’t?” You eyed the man who kept his gaze on the piece of fruit he was toying with in the plate.

“Y-yeah I cleared your schedule for the day.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I want you all to myself.” Bucky’s soft smile warmed your heart as did his honesty, making you lean forward and place a chaste kiss to his lips.

“So it’s a date Barnes.”

“It’s a date.”

Bucky went over his plan once more after deciding to drop the idea of proposing in a public place, he figured he would take you out for a nice meal first, get home, maybe open a nice bottle of wine with some cake and do it then.

He still had some issues when people disturbed your peace while out at a public place or a social gathering. People would stare, ask for pictures with his vibranium arm or just generally give him the look making him utterly uncomfortable. He decided he couldn’t afford that tonight, everything had to be perfect. He even decided to take the efforts of making you a chocolate cake from scratch.

Evening rolled by and the kitchen counter was a mess of broken eggshells, a thousand mixing bowls and spoons, the floor covered in sugar and cocoa powder while Bucky wiped the sweat off his forehead and finally got the batter in the oven.

Looking around, he knew it would eventually have to be professionally cleaned or it would be sleeping on the couch for a week. Somehow he had to evade you from entering the kitchen until he popped the question.

The super soldier double checked the ring box in his back pocket and set the timer, getting to make the ganache for the cake.

“Bucky! Get in here right now!” You yelled from the bathroom, voice sounding downright pissed off.

“Ah fuck what now.”

Muttering under his breath, he ran, only to find your fully clothed self drenched as the water sprayed everywhere from the broken shower.

“Oh God, are you alright?”

“Besides being fucking soaked and ruining my new dress & make-up? Oh just fabulous!” You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest and stepping away to let him in the mini pool.

You stood next to him shivering while he tried his best to fix it, his vibranium arm doing the trick as he closed the tap, now completely soaked the same as you.

A tiny box fallen on the wet floor caught your attention and you bent to pick it up, gasping when you opened it to find the most beautiful diamond ring sitting inside the cushioned box.

It felt more and more real the longer you stared at it, unable to form words, glancing at the man you loved and who, by some miracle loved you back & enough to take this next big step.

“Bucky…”

“Hmm?” He wasn’t paying attention.

“What uh..when did you—please look at me.” You croaked, holding the tiny box up in your palm.

Bucky’s eyes turned wide before his hand automatically went for the back pocket of his jeans from where the ring must’ve fallen.

“Fucking hell.”

“What? I hope this isn’t for someone else.” You chuckled at your terrible attempts of a joke, tears already gathering in your eyes while Bucky scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“Okay I’m gonna do this now. Wait fuck, let me get you a towel first, you’re shivering.”

He hurried to wrap you in a fluffy towel, walked you out and sat you on the bed before knelt down on both knees and cleared his throat.

“Here we go. None of the amazing things that have happened in my life in the past few years would’ve happened, if it weren’t for you. You have been one of the most integral parts of my journey towards healing and by no means is it over, but I know I can’t go ahead without you. You’ve loved me through my worst and by some miracle continue to do so even today.” He chuckled, tears gathering in his eyes while you were down right sobbing at this point.

“I mean it wasn’t supposed to happen like this, I had a whole thing planned and now the kitchen’s a big mess and we have a pool in the bathroom. But again when has anything worked perfectly for us right?”

You giggled through tears, nodding as your mind automatically played all those memories, first date, first kiss, the first ‘i love you’s, everything. It wasn’t the smoothest ride with Bucky but it was the best and you wouldn’t have it any other ways.

“So Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N), would you be interested in spending the rest of your life with a semi-stable hundred year old man?”

Wiping your tears, you knelt in front of the man yourself as fresh tears appeared, cupped Bucky’s face in your hands and kissed him with all the love you had in you.

“What do you say?” He mumbled, never breaking the kiss as he stood up with you and walked you over to the bed.

“What do you want me to say? I already found the ring.” You giggled, flopping on the bed and peeling your clothes off, dinner reservations long forgotten.

“Just say yes.”

“Yes.” Saying it out loud made you believe it actually happened, as Bucky climbed between your parted legs.

“Say it again.”

“Yes!”

Two hours later when you were finally ready to leave the bedroom, you found yourself in the kitchen in Bucky’s arms, swaying to some 40s ballads that he put on, the floor was a complete mess but neither of you cared. The cake he’d prepared was mostly burnt - thankfully he ran to turn the oven off right before giving you your second orgasm of the night.

But you wouldn’t trade this moment, this day or this man for anything.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x female reader

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musicallisto · 4 years ago

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congrats on 900 Clara, you deserve every single one of your followers + hundreds more!

✒️ + Leo Valdez (hoo)?

thank you so much amelia, you're a sweetie pie <3

Ψ 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 (𝐥𝐞𝐨 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐳)

song: aerosmith - i don't want to miss a thing | 𝄞 (yeah not even rocketman lmfao)

author notes: okay hang on, follow my thought process here. i didn't want to write something angsty or heavy because i have enough of it already, and this song was written for armageddon, right? which is about a space mission or an asteroid hitting earth or something, right? (idk i haven't seen it) so bam! there you have it. leo + rocket science = imminent disaster.

features: leo and reader being cute as well and maybe (or maybe not) being the harbringers of chaos. i don't know what this is but at least it's something i guess.

"𝐋𝐄𝐎, 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 a terrible idea."

"Every discovery in the history of mankind started as a terrible idea. Be a little grateful! You're witnessing history in the making."

"History of Camp Jupiter, maybe... the fateful day it caught on fire."

Your arms crossed over your chest, your preoccupied demeanor, the nervous and intermittent tapping of your foot on the dry soil, far from deterring Leo in his pursuit of engineering grandeur, were all a steady little music playing in the background. He was more focused than you had ever seen him, even when working on Festus - maybe because he had never attempted to send a rocket into the sky, or maybe because some part of him did fear setting the whole forest on fire.

"Okay, at least let me help you," you interjected after a few moments of unbearable waiting. "If you're going to do this, at least do it right."

"Do you doubt my engineering prowesses?"

"Oh, no, you can build pretty much anything. I'm just not sure you can do it without causing a wildfire first."

"I'm very offended," Leo mock-gasped, his amused lips curling into a falsely stunned oval, a sooty hand on his heart. "But fine, since you want to do damage control so bad, you can check that the butterfly nuts are secured."

You both fell into quiet concentration, busying yourselves each on your part of the miniature rocket. Now and then, your fingers brushed when you worked on adjacent pieces; his hands, calloused and specked with grime, brought the same warm comfort they always did, like they had absorbed the Sun and dispersed it everywhere they touched. You couldn't help a small smile from forming on your lips at the sight of your boyfriend, exalted by his application to his work, brown curls bouncing on his forehead each time he took a step back to admire his creation.

Teasing Leo was your way of thanking him for every little adventure he brought you, every overpowering bout of laughter he gifted you with.

"So? About those nuts?"

You snapped back to reality in a fraction of a second. Gods above, how had Leo was up and wiping his hands on his trousers already?

"Uh... Yeah! They're good. I think."

"And I'm the careless one?" he sighed, lips curling into a beautiful smile as he shook his head. Still, he motioned for you to step back until you blended into the treeline around the clearing.

"Alright, this is the moment of truth."

Somewhere in the distance, the incessant chatter and clatter of Camp Jupiter remained unaware of the miracle of science - or the sheer debacle and devastating explosion - it was about to witness. Your breath hitched in your throat; your jaw tensed up involuntarily. Leo, on the other hand, was unreadable, all traces of humor gone from his furrowed brow. He pressed a few buttons... muttered a few words, an irritated exhortation, probably...

The two small boosters on either side of the main structure caught fire like firecrackers, whistling in a trail of powder all the way to the center of the rocket; Leo jumped out of the way, barely a second before the sharpened, colorful nose hauled itself up, with great difficulty at first. Then, as the flames grew stronger and a vibrant, white flash engulfed the clearing, the rocket picked up speed and confidence. It was then that you started to clap in relief - but Leo remained careful.

Only when his rocket surpassed the dense canopy, surging higher and higher into a baby blue sky, like a dancing stick of dynamite, did Leo burst into laughter.

"Ha! We did it - Y/N, we did it! It worked!"

Before you could remind him that it was all his work - that you had no idea what a butterfly nut even was -, he had lifted you in his arms and spun you around, still laughing like a sunbeam, and you swore you were the one who was coursing through space.

"Leo," you murmured after he had put you down and kissed you twice - because we make the best of teams, you and me -, "what about the landing?"

He tensed ever so slightly in your embrace, but his features did not flinch for a second, and you were grateful for it. He looked so much more beautiful, draped with the brilliance of happiness.

"Ah, so that's what I forgot."

tagging; @fives-cup-of-coffee @softeninglooks (all my writing) @lxncelot @heavcnslyre (riordanverse)

#mywriting #900sprints #riordanverse #pjo #percy jackson #hoo #leo valdez #leo valdez fanfic #leo valdez imagine #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x you #pjo imagine #hoo imagine

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chockfullofsecrets · 4 years ago

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Critical Role: Unnecessary

(Read on AO3)

Rating: Gen

Summary: The thought stays with her the next time she visits Nicodranas, though, and she determines to make an experiment of it. Maybe without the shoulder bumping - she is here as an emissary, after all.

Allura's new mage friend in Wildemount seems a little lonely and very reckless. She takes it upon herself to investigate.

Wordcount: 2.3k

A/N: MORE WIZARDS

one more @ticklesofcolor event fill for @ticklishnonsense - i am starting to think that assigning us each other in this event is taking the shared braincells to a whole new level 😅 Prompt was “Allura, early in her friendship with Yussa, discovers he's very touch-starved and very ticklish, and takes advantage of this.”

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The first time it happens, Allura is fairly sure that she’s just caused an intercontinental diplomatic incident.

She can hardly fault herself, though. There are certain instincts one develops when one regularly dines with adventurers and has the pleasure of being married to a halfling paladin who takes particular delight in tackling her every so often. Her arms are full of books, newly on loan from the only mage she’s found in Wildemount that doesn’t seem to be completely obsessed with politics, and she needs to bid her new friend farewell somehow. It seems perfectly logical to knock her shoulder lightly against his as she brightly thanks him for the pleasure of their meeting and turns to leave.

Apparently, this is not a logic that Arcanist Errenis shares.

The air itself seems to still as he stares at her. Stares some more. Then reaches up, cautiously, and presses his palm against one silk-covered shoulder as if he’s reaching for some unidentified magical artifact.

Allura winces. She can’t see any of the signifiers of elven disgust that Vex has mentioned to her, being uniquely suited to identify them, but to have such a reaction - “Oh - oh dear, I apologize. A rather uncouth habit I’ve picked up from my wife, I’m afraid.”

And she’s going to have quite a time confessing that particular sidestep to Kima later, but Errenis holds up the same hand to cut her off and lifts his chin, instantly settling into his usual placid composure with enough ease to lull her heartbeat back down to a reasonable rate. “No harm done, Arcanist Vysoren, merely… unnecessary.”

He blinks, slow as melted gold, and frowns lightly at her for a moment before turning away and gesturing sharply for a nearby tea set. “I trust that you can activate the circle yourself?”

She can, as well as take a hint - bemused, she casts without looking and steps backwards into the glowing circle, barely catching a last glimpse of him reaching for his shoulder again.

---

She tells her wife.

“Kima - Kima, darling, I’m glad you think this is funny, but it’s hardly helpful-”

Kima sighs a little, wiping a tear from her eye, and wraps her arms a little more securely around Allura’s waist where they’re lounging together. “Aw, Al, the poor thing’s just lonely! You antisocial wizards and your pretty little towers and your, what was it called? Oh, intellectual property-”

“I am perfectly social,” Allura says, prim, and promptly ruins it when she can’t help smiling at Kima as she laces their fingers together. “I certainly became acquainted quickly with you, didn’t I?”

“Oh?” Kima responds, catching Allura’s other hand in hers. Her eyes brighten in that unique combination of challenge and affection that Allura will never tire of seeing. “Is that how you remember it?”

Allura sniffs. “Well, if you’d like a refresher - mmm-”

And, well, it’s a little hard to remember anything after that.

---

The thought stays with her the next time she visits Nicodranas, though, and she determines to make an experiment of it. Maybe without the shoulder bumping - she is here as an emissary, after all.

Acquiring an adequate sample size becomes. Frustrating. He levitates everything, removing any chance to pat his hand in thanks when he offers her a cup of fragrant cardamom tea or to tap her knee against his as they pass a tome back and forth.

They are making progress, though, equally enthralled by the arcane, and it’s genuine excitement that does it in the end. A particularly difficult passage of an ancient spell untangles under their combined effort, bandying translated syllables back and forth with increasing urgency until they fall into blessed, triumphant silence, and she sweeps over and claps him between the shoulders in celebration. “Wonderful! You know, this might be quite useful for facilitating crop growth in arid land-”

He freezes under her touch in what seems like genuine shock. She pats him again and he lets out a little surprised huff, ears twitching confusedly even as his gaze remains pointed firmly ahead. It’s like blowing dust off a statue that hasn’t been touched for centuries.

Which, considering his introduction - I have been a practitioner of the arcane arts in seclusion for over 200 years, he’d told her, neither proud nor regretful - may be somewhat too close to the truth.

He sways back slightly towards her when she retreats to the other side of the room, shoulders rising and falling at a degree just shy of unpracticed. Interesting.

She does it again, and again, over the next few months - shoulders, back, arms, anywhere suitably innocuous, watching closely for any sign of annoyance. He is, after all, far older than her and perfectly capable of enforcing his own preferences. To say nothing of the way he tilts his head, when he’s deep in thought, in a way that seems so other that such petty mortal things as touch might be of no concern to him at all.

At one point, her hands are full of charcoal as they successfully cast another new spell and all she can do is smile at him. He glances over at her, implacable as always, but there’s a nearly imperceptible tightness as he turns away that she just barely knows him well enough to catch.

The next time, he brusquely commands her to put everything down before he casts. It’s sweet - nearly as sweet as the surprise on his face when she does so and completes the spell before he can.

---

There is, of course, increasingly apparent over time, Yussa’s irrepressible lack of instinct for danger. There have been fires. There have been many frantic castings of Dispel Magic. Allura starts to understand why his faithful goblin manservant is constantly twitching.

Today, she arrives in his study with a tired smile and sore fingers. “Yussa, I’m sorry - I’m afraid that I haven’t got a Dispel in me today, I’ve been Identifying a cache of arcane items all morning.”

“No matter.” Yussa waves off her raised eyebrow with a casual flick of his hand that serves the double purpose of summoning a tea set from thin air. “Tea?”

She accepts the cup. “Are you certain that we shouldn’t wait?”

“Unnecessary. Come.”

His study is as brilliant as always, cramped only in the sense that combined the artifacts lining his walls hold enough arcane power to reduce a rather large portion of the coast to rubble.

She’s a little jealous, honestly.

Yussa plucks a little beaker of gold dust up in one hand and a crisp sheet of paper in the other, beckoning her over with a brusque tilt of his chin that would be highly annoying from anyone else. “Now, there have been whispers of Kryn spies using a spell that renders objects immovable to cover their retreat on multiple occasions. I believe I’ve finally been able to recreate it, to some degree.”

“Oh!” Any lingering exhaustion forgotten, applications are already racing in her mind. “How interesting, please show me!”

He hands over the page and she scans the runes eagerly as he flicks his long sleeves back over his wrists and prepares to cast. “A little gold dust, and - it seems quite inelegant, at the moment, as if they are using some frame we have yet to find reference of, but-”

He gestures towards an empty box on his desk, sending gold dust and bright energy scattering. For a moment, there is only light.

And then, the spell shrinks back onto him, sinking into the fabric of his golden robes. Allura gapes - she has wondered, certainly, but to wear actual gold on a daily basis, especially when casting a spell that has it as a component-

Yussa stands very, very stiffly.

She presses her lips together as tightly as she can to hold back the surprised, giddy laughter brewing in the back of her throat. “You - the components-”

The sleeve of his robe looks slightly duller. The box, on the other hand, sparkles merrily under its powdering of gold dust.

Yussa sighs at her as she fails entirely to contain her amusement. “I seem to recall that you are lacking spell slots at the moment.”

She takes a deep breath, regaining her composure, and shakes her head. “Maybe I can go fetch someone-”

He grimaces instantly. “Absolutely not.”

Both of them spend a fruitless moment tugging at the robes, but it seems that Yussa has indeed managed to create a temporarily immovable object. He sighs again, after a minute, and lets his hands flap loosely against the stiff material. “Well, it’s only meant to last for an hour - I’m sure we have a Teleport spell stored somewhere around here, if you would call Wensforth-”

Allura bristles. “I can’t just leave you like this!”

“An hour passes quickly with meditation-”

“No, no, certainly we can do something.” She steps away and paces around him. “You know, your robes are quite, ah, voluminous - do you think you could squirm out, perhaps?”

Yussa sniffs in clear distaste. “I’m quite sure there’s no need.”

Really, she shouldn’t find his arrogance half as endearing as she does. “Oh come, Arcanist Errenis,” she teases, smiling despite herself, “surely you can do better than that, for a friend.” She crouches in front of him, heedless of her dress trailing onto the floor, and tries to gauge the possibility herself from what she can see through the open front of his robes - his legs, dressed in equally fine trousers, shift indignantly as she does. “Here, just bend your knees a little-”

She prods lightly at the back of one of them, hoping to spur him into action, and Yussa jumps. “Arcanist Vysoren-” he begins, and - there, almost unrecognizable for its novelty, a thread of nervousness creeps into his voice.

Allura tends more towards caution than mischief in most cases - a necessity, with the company she keeps - but she’s already grinning as she leans back a little to catch his eye. “Oh, this will be quite simple after all, I think.”

Yussa’s ears twitch up in clear, startled embarrassment as his legs attempt to press themselves to the back of his robes. “Arcanist Vysoren, I would thank you to - mmM-” She reaches for him again, sending one hand to wriggle behind the vulnerable joint and the other to scratch gently across his kneecap, and watches happily as his entire leg buckles under the attack. “Ah - haaah-”

The tremulous gasp that wrenches from him as she takes hold of his other knee to repeat the process is music to her ears - clearly, what her experiment has been needing all this time is a more direct approach. “This will be a little faster if you help,” she tells him, and crowds her fingertips up into the tender dip of flesh before he has a chance to respond.

“Vysoren-” Yussa tries, as tersely as he can with a frantic whine climbing up behind his words, and promptly cuts himself off as his other knee gives out. His robes are, in fact, made more for their drapery than their fit, and as what could graciously be called standing dissolves into ticklish squirming he’s slowly but surely sliding out of them and onto the floor. “Ihi - I can handle this from here, don’t-”

“Don’t what?” she responds innocently. The bottom of his silken shirt, neatly tucked into his waistband and glimmering even in the dim light, sinks into view. She elects to confirm its luxurious quality by prodding along the softness of his belly until he sputters and curses and drops another few inches, his indoor slippers sliding uselessly against the tiled floor. “You’ll have to offer an alternative solution - we’re a bit limited, at the moment.”

He’s laughing outright now, high and stilted and quite a bit more ticklish than she expected he might be. The way she’s kneading at his sides certainly isn’t helping. “Ahaaaaha - the damned - unnecessary - eheeh! -”

“Unnecessary,” she says, raising her voice enough that he can hopefully hear her through all the layers of fabric he’s trapped in, “would be insisting on testing a spell without taking any of the proper precautions beforehand. This, I fear, is entirely necessary, Yussa.”

And fun, besides, but there’s no need to tell him that. Besides, it seems that he shares the sentiment somewhat - she hasn’t been kicked in the face yet, and he’s hardly trying to get away from her hands, for all his grumbling. She wonders, absently, if he might allow her to do this again, the same way he’s slowly becoming accustomed to her casual friendly overtures.

He’s far too ticklish to let her wonder for long, though - it’s hardly a moment more before he squirms his way entirely free, tumbling nearly into her lap and grabbing desperately at her hands with his own elegant fingers. His face is flushed with laughter, hair falling into his eyes, and he looks like an entirely different person as he flops tiredly away from her and curls up on the floor.

It’s enough to send Allura straight back into her own startled amusement - she reaches for him, unable to help herself, and smooths a hand over his back. “Alright, alright,” she soothes, “you’re free, no harm done-”

Yussa grumbles something under his breath and twists to butt his head up against her hand instead. Allura nearly freezes in shock - and so does he, realizing, eyes wide just under the heel of her palm.

They stare. Yussa’s jaw works for a moment. “Your hand,” he says, glacially slow, “is on my head.”

“You put it there - oh, fuck it,” Allura decides, and leans forwards to drag her friend in a proper hug. “That could have been much worse, you fool. ”

Yussa stiffens and then relaxes all at once into the hug, bonelessly dropping his head onto her shoulder - he’s breathing unevenly, still, the aftereffects of laughter working their way through. “This is unnecessary, too,” he murmurs. “But I offer you my thanks, regardless.”

Chin resting atop his head, Allura smiles and plans a slight revision to her experiment.

#critical role #tickling #allura vysoren #yussa errenis #chocfic #i hear that allura is in campaign 1 and so i apologize in advance for whatever i got wrong but. wizards good.

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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Don't Just Stand There Staring Honey (Try to Move Your Feet) (Taywhora) - Pinkgrapefruit

Georgie lets out one long sigh and lets her head fall back, dirty blonde hair falling onto the couch. “I. Need. A. Date.” She repeats, exasperated. “My friend is getting married in a few months and I need a date for the wedding.”

Tayce raises an eyebrow, repositioning herself on the couch so she can actually look at Georgie. “Georgina Aurora, I’m sure you can find yourself a date,” she smirks, “A’whora.”

A/N -

for my love ortega.

may our clowning be long and prosperous.

It’s times like this when the flat feels too small. Tayce has just gotten out of the shower, water rolling down her calves as she pads down the hall to her room and she can see Georgie doing her Chloe Ting workout - laptop being played through the TV. She’s wearing these tiny little shorts that leave her surprisingly tan legs on full display and her sports bra can barely be considered a sports bra - it’s a wonder the people in the flat across the street haven’t said something.

They’d snatched this place up the second it came on the market - the wall of glass windows in the living room making the two-bed London flat feel bigger than it was (at the time at least). It had been the natural progression from their tiny box flat they’d shared for the last three years of uni.

After living on top of each other for three years, they’d felt like queens in their new place, neither of them sleeping on a pullout sofa bed.

They’d alternated (of course) though Georgie tended to whine if she wasn’t feeling the sofa bed so on occasion they’d both end up in the double bed. By the end, on occasion turned into whenever she was drunk, sad, lonely, uncomfortable, on her period or bored. For all her jokes, Tayce wasn’t really complaining.

She tears her eyes away from Georgie’s ass and hurries into her room before she soaks the hallway rug, too scared of the blonde’s temper to risk ruining another of her interior design choices.

She presses play on Spotify and lays the towel on her unmade bed, perching carefully on the edge before beginning to moisturise her clean-shaven legs.

“I need a date.”

“What?” Tayce yells, eyes fixed on Mortal Kombat but brain anywhere else.

“I need a date,” Georgie replies, perching on the arm of the sofa and positioning her tennis skirt in a way so as not to show her knickers - she never knows when Tayce’s videogame friends might be able to see her (she once flashed one of them and it’s not something she wants to repeat).

There’s a huff of breath from Tayce before she gives up and stops moving, allowing her opponent to kill her. She sets the PlayStation controller down and faces the blonde, confusion clear on her face.

“I repeat, what?” The softness of her welsh accent slips in at times like this - something that six years of living in London hasn’t quite been able to take away.

Tayce raises an eyebrow, repositioning herself on the couch so she can actually look at Georgie. “Georgina Aurora, I’m sure you can find yourself a date,” she smirks, “A’whora.”

It’s a joke from uni about Georgie’s innate ability to find the one person in the club who’s only there for a shag (and then go home with them).

Georgie pouts. She bats her lash extensions and runs a hand through her hair, the other running down her thigh. She knows what she’s doing is flustering Tayce (that’s why she’s doing it) and really tries to play it up.

“They’ll just want me for sex though,” she whines, “They won’t get me like you.” She bats her lashes one more time and sees the exact moment Tayce melts, a pretty blush finally becoming visible.

“Just for you.”

Georgie cups a hand behind her ear, wincing as if she’s having trouble. “What was that? I didn’t quite hear you,” she jokes and it makes Tayce bat an arm at her.

“I’ll do it for you Brat.”

The blonde bounces up, her tennis skirt flying up to show her lace knickers. “You’re the best!” She squeals before pressing a kiss to Tayce’s cheek, “Veronica will be so happy!”

“Have you finished in the shower?” Georgie calls from the hallway, snapping Tayce back into the moment.

“Is the shower still going?” Tayce shouts back sardonically and she hears Georgie hit her door on the way past. “Bitch.” She calls out before falling backwards onto her bed. She can see her outfit out of the corner of her eye and it twists her stomach in knots just looking at it.

It’s pretty simple, grey plaid cigarette trousers - a white shirt with red stitching and a matching suit jacket, but somehow it feels like Chinese handcuffs.

The telltale clunk of the waterpipes tells her that Georgie’s started her shower and she sits up again, feeling around on her bedside table for her hairbrush.

She goes through the motions of getting ready until Georgie is banging on her door again. She yanks it open, intending to say something cutting or at least sarcastic but she finds that it’s quite difficult to speak when your jaw is on the floor. Her’s certainly is.

Georgie’s dress is red satin with a sinfully high slit and her lipstick might just be the same shade of crimson currently on Tayce’s own lips. That might just be wishful thinking.

“Wow’” she stutters out, eyes trailing up and down. She gets caught on the wispy hairs that have come undone from Georgia’s chignon and has to catch herself because she wants to wrap it around her tongue and there isn’t enough time to unpack that.

“Wow, yourself,” Georgie says with a smirk, her tongue darting out between perfectly painted lips. She holds a hand out and Tayce gives her her forearm so she can walk the blonde out of the flat.

They blast Taylor Swift in the car, screaming the lyrics to Out of the Woods while on the A23. Tayce pulls them into the churchyard in Brighton and they both look at the amassing crowd with sighs.

“Damn baby, it’s like half your high school is here,” jokes Tayce as she touches up her powder in the fold-down mirror of the rental car.

Georgie smiles softly, “you don’t wanna meet half my high school,” she replies, remembering how she felt in the Nottingham public school system. She’s grateful, in a way, that Veronica’s new man is from Brighton so they don’t have to return to her hometown.

Tayce insists on coming round to open her car door and they stand arm in arm in front of the church for a moment before they go in. It’s closer to a cathedral than a church but from what Tayce knows, Veronica’s family could afford that. There’s a welcome sign out the front and it makes them both smile.

“Green and Blacks,” Tayce chuckles, “clever.”

Georgie looks at her and smiles, “Joe owns a coffee bar in Brighton and he hired her to sing one day,” she explains, finding the story sweet despite herself. Tayce gently sets her head on top of Georgie’s.

“Bless ‘em,” she hears Tayce murmur. She coughs quickly and they both straighten up. Just as she goes to fiddle with Tayce’s collar she smirks.

“Everyone thinks we’ve been dating for six months,” she whispers, rising up on her toes so her breath brushes Tayce’s ear.

If Tayce curses, Georgie doesn’t hear it. She’s too busy swinging her hips as she walks away.

“Tayceeeee,” comes a whine from the bathroom. None of the letters sound quite right but the meaning is there so Tayce puts down her coffee and slides a well-worn bookmark into an equally well-worn copy of pride and prejudice that she pretends she doesn’t read before hauling herself off the sofa in the direction of the bathroom.

“Georginaaaa,” she mocks back once it’s clear that nothing serious is going on.

Georgie has almost a full face of makeup on, sans lips and eyelashes but she’s still trying her very best to bat what she has. She’s sat on the counter, feet in the sink and toe separators on her feet as she finishes the final coat on her dusty pink toenails.

“Going out?” Tayce asks, a casual eyebrow raised and a soft smirk playing on her lips.

Georgie brightens up, “Astina and Bimini invited me out clubbing,” she explains animatedly. “I get to wear that dress I’ve been showing you but I want the rest to be perfect.

‘That dress’ in question is a slinky little number that’s been on the dress-form in Georgie’s bedroom/office/sewing room/dungeon for months. It’s baby pink and ruched and while Tayce doesn’t know any of the technical terms (she was not in the fashion school, nor does she claim she was) she knows it’s going to look gorgeous.

“Sounds fun,” she replies, though her tone is questioning and Georgie must pick up on that because she holds out a pair of flash eyelashes and an applicator with a smile.

“Can you put them on for me?”

They both know very well that Georgie can put on her own lashes - in the depths of the A’whora days, she wore them nearly every day and used to leave the house before Tayce had drunk enough coffee to feel alive. Nevertheless, Tayce leans forward, one hand holding Georgie’s cheek gently so she won’t move her head and the other hovering a lash over her eye. Her thumb strokes the prominent cheekbone under the soft skin and powder and Georgie’s breath flutters over Tayce’s pulse point.

The moment lasts forever but not quite long enough and Tayce leaves in a hurry, going back to Jane Austen and strong espresso.

She catches Georgie before she leaves, eyes trailing up and down her body appreciatively, though knowing Georgie likes her bike shorts just as much.

“For the love of god George please don’t fight anyone in the kebab shop - we’re running out of places,” she scolds, “And don’t get grumpy when you’re tired, save that for me - the girls won’t know how to handle you.” She feels like she’s wrapping a child up to send them to school but she just unlocks the door for Georgie and tells her that she’ll wait up.

Georgie pecks her on the cheek and leaves. Tayce turns the PlayStation on and tries to forget about the blonde in the pink dress grinding against half of London.

Tayce skitters across the gravel until she reaches Georgie, a hand wrapping around the satin covered waist as they queue to enter the church. She takes a deep breath and lets it out through her nose. She’s never been good with surprises.

Georgie notices (she always does), feels Tayce’s fingertips pressing into her ribs and gently removes the arm, intertwining their fingers instead so she can softly brush her thumb up and down Tayce’s hand.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, head falling against Tayce’s chest briefly. Tayce feels her heart rate slow from the contact and sighs, inhaling the scent of Georgie’s conditioner.

“It’s okay,” She uses her free arm to pat Georgie’s bum, trying to move the blonde along as they near the front of the line into the church.

At the very front of the line, just inside the ornate doors, is an older looking woman with chestnut coloured hair and a lavender chiffon dress. Georgie’s face lights up when she spots her and the woman gives her a motherly smile before embracing the blonde.

“Georgina,” she gushes, “it’s been so long.”

Georgie at least has the propriety to blush and she ducks her head abashedly. “Mrs Green- Margret,” she responds, “I’ve missed you.”

Mrs Green looks up, spotting Tayce hovering by the door and smiles lovingly, beckoning her over. “And who’s this lovely lady,” she asks Georgie with a bemused chuckle, watching as the girl blushes an even deeper red.

Tayce sees this as her moment and slides up next to her, hand wrapping around her waist, cheek resting on the top of her head. “I’m Tayce, Georgie’s girlfriend. It’s lovely to meet you Mrs Green and we’re so happy to be here.”

It slips out all too easy and even if she wasn’t prepared for this situation, somehow she is.

Mrs Green smiles. “Please, call me Margret,” she tells them graciously. “We’ll catch up later Georgina,” she informs them and then points them through another set of double doors.

They seat themselves towards the back of the pews, not wanting to encroach on family seating and Georgie twists her hands together until Tayce takes one of them in her own.

“Margret was like a mother figure to me,” she explains quietly, thoughtfully, “I feel bad for how out of touch I’ve become.”

Tayce just rubs her back, unsure of what to say.

She grew up popular. Her blonde hair was always pin-straight and her eyebrows spent half of high school looking like someone had drawn them on with melted chocolate but that was in vogue.

People loved her and feared her in half measure and she used it to her advantage, getting what she wanted and feeling like she was part of an American high school movie while she did it. That was until she got too high on her own bullshit.

She forgot she was from Worksop, she forgot she has friends from popularity instead of just her personality and she forgot that not everything always went well for the mean girls in the movies.

She came out. She’d known she was gay since she was in primary school when she used to want to play mummies and daddies and always asked to be the daddy. (Until her best friend Jade told her that girls couldn’t be daddies, because daddies couldn’t marry other daddies and girls have to marry daddies).

She came out and suddenly her mean girl personality was abrasive and arrogant, and she had to come to terms with who she was all over again.

Then she met Veronica.

Veronica was lovely and sweet and the captain of the theatre club - who wanted Aurora to help with sewing costumes.

“Call me Georgie,” the blonde has said. She’d wanted people to call her Aurora because she wanted to be special and Georgina was too plain. Apparently 'special’ meant being called a dyke and losing all your friends though, or so she figured.

Veronica did make her feel special.

She’d invite her round for tea - to her house on the nicer side of town - where they’d eat freezer waffles and pizza that tasted a little bit like cardboard but also like home. Margret Green would teach her to crochet and help with designs. And slowly, Worksop felt like home again.

And then she met Tayce - and learnt what it truly meant to feel special.

The ceremony passes quick enough, Tayce’s hand in Georgie’s. They only time they let go is when Georgie has to dig around in her purse for a tissue - the wedding not getting to her, but Tayce.

It’s a short drive to the gazebo for dinner but they still don’t let go of each other’s hands, Georgie’s wrapped over Tayce’s on the gearstick.

They finally let go when they enter the venue for the reception. The ceiling is lit with fairy lights that cast an ethereal glow and there’s ivy in the exposed fittings. There are four long tables set up and the seating chart is hell to find but they eventually spot 'Georgie and Tayce’ opposite Mrs Green making Georgie blush that they’re on the same table as the Bride and Groom.

“I mean I’m honoured,” She mutters to Tayce under her breath as they navigate the chairs, “I just didn’t realise I meant this much to her and honestly I would have worn a nicer dress.”

“Shush you,” Tayce replies, pulling a rustic looking chair out for her. She gently pushes it back in, taking her own seat and patting Georgie’s thigh comfortingly. “You look hot as shit.”

Georgie blushes but suddenly Margret Green sits down and she feels sixteen again. She ducks her head almost shyly and Margret chuckles.

“I’m not going to tell you and your girlfriend off Georgina,” she tells them both, nodding to Tayce who wonders if she might be sweating under the weight of Mrs Green’s gaze. Margret never quite stopped calling her her full name - it took long enough to break the habit of calling her Georgina Aurora. Sometimes you have to pick your battles.

“I know Mam,” Georgie replies, straightening back up with a smile.

“That’s better dear.”

They’ve taken a break from socialisation and are leaning against the bar - the party in full swing behind them. Georgie swirls the stick in her Vodka Cranberry while Tayce leisurely sips on her Mojito. The faintly golden light of the gazebo casts shadows on her face that make her look almost ethereal and Georgie just can’t stop looking.

“You enjoying yourself?” Tayce asks softly, and Georgie blushes under her gaze, nervous she’s been caught staring. She taps the stick against the side of her near-empty glass a few times and sighs.

“It’s nice,” she muses, looking over her shoulder at the rabble. “Weird, but nice.” There’s an odd tone to her voice and Tayce nods for her to continue, quietly sipping her drink.

“I guess I’m a little angry,” Georgie admits after a short pause. “About why they can all accept you with me now - but they couldn’t when I really needed them to."

Tayce reaches across the gap between the chairs, frowning slightly as she brushes a thumb under Georgie’s eye. The pad of it slides along her jaw again before Tayce brings her hand back to her lap and Georgie has to hold back a sigh at the loss.

"I’m sorry baby,” she replies, “I know that doesn’t help fifteen-year-old Georgie but I really am.” Her hand moves back up to cup the blondes Cheek and Georgie brings her own hand up to hold it there. She leans into it, revelling in the warmth.

“It’s okay. Really, it is. I have you now."

The pad of Tayce’s thumb brushes Georgie’s painted bottom lip and she may have been leaning in but Georgie suddenly sits bolt upright. Her eyes are wide and Tayce drops her hand reflexively before grabbing the hand in Georgie’s lap.

"Shit,” Georgie mumbles, eyes still staring at a figure in a suit a few feet away. She tugs on the hand Tayce is holding and drags her over to the dancefloor.

“That’s my ex.” She tells Tayce who’s just looking at her oddly. “He’ll try and hit on me so you,” she pats Tayce’s chest with a wink,“ are going to dance with me.”

Tayce sighs before smiling at the proposition. “Well it’s not exactly Salsa music but I’ll give it a go honey.”

They’re pressed together, chest to chest in the kitchen. As Tayce inhales, chest heaving, it sends vibrations through Georgie’s body.

Tayce has switched the speaker on out of boredom, dancing around where they used to have a dining table and showing off all her moves. She had gotten bored back in uni and used to frequent the salsa society on her free evenings. They’d all made jokes about it but it’s quite clear that none of her friends had taken it seriously when she sees the awe painted on Georgie’s features. She’d offered a hand and the blonde had taken it, allowing herself to be pulled close as they worked through the basics, rocking back and forth.

She spins Georgie but makes sure to pull her close again as the traditional salsa music finishes and a new song comes on.

“Don’t just stand there staring, honey. Try to move your feet,” Tayce sings along, her voice breathy but it doesn’t have to be stronger when her lips are brushing Georgie’s ear. She lets her free hand trace patterns into the parts of the blonde’s back not covered by her flimsy crop top.

“I can make it nice and easy,” she hums, looking down to see Georgie’s eyes are half-lidded, a coy smile playing on her lips. “I'ma take the lead. They ain’t even looking at you, baby."

She drops Georgie but catches her almost immediately - a move that makes the blonde intuitively grip her tighter.

"They’re looking at me."

Georgie locks her eyes on Tayce, not noticing if they drop a bit towards her lips. "Fuck.”

It may not be a salsa but it turns out that Tayce’s dancing skills don’t just lie in the world of Latin.

She pulls Georgie close to her - as she does whenever she has an excuse - and they sway to the music together. It’s reminiscent of the forties - a song for soldiers to dance to with their wives and all the couples are on the floor slow-dancing together.

“Impeccable timing,” Tayce whispers in Georgie’s ear, enjoying the way she shivers and yet moves even closer into Tayce. She always seems to have her bold moments and then goes back to letting Tayce be the big, strong night in shining armour.

Not that she minds.

As Georgie is a few inches shorter, she can tuck her head nicely under Tayce’s chin and it gives her the perfect vantage point to hear the way Tayce’s heartrate seems to be skipping beats.

She lifts her chin, looking up into Tayce’s green eyes and seeing them staring straight at her, a soft smile playing on the taller girls lips.

Tayce gets a funny feeling in her stomach, like she’s ingested butterflies and they’re trying to get out. Suddenly it all makes sense.

She places a hand under Georgie’s chin to hold her gaze and just smiles.

“I love you, you know,” she whispers, feeling like the music is all but silent.

They were drunk, hands travelling to places they wouldn’t normally dare - Tayce’s fingers trailing the lines of Georgie’s underwear through her dress.

The blonde giggles, hiccuping before hoisting herself up on the kitchen counter and pulling her shoes off. They land somewhere that will undoubtedly be a nuisance later but she’s too gone to care.

Tayce stands in between her legs, each hand resting on a smooth ivory thigh. “I can’t believe you shouted at that girl,” she says, lips pressing together as if she’s trying to look disapproving.

Georgie smirks, running a playful finger across the cut of Tayce’s jaw.

“She was looking at you,” she explains as if that’s a perfectly reasonable excuse and it almost makes Tayce chuckle. Instead, the welsh girl mimes biting Georgie’s finger, getting the blonde to laugh.

“She was the kebab girl… The cashier!” She pumps a fist triumphantly at remembering the right word. “She was the cashier. She was meant to look at us.”

“Noooo,” Georgie whines. “You’re not getting it, she was looking at you. Just you.” Tayce quirks her eyebrows, clearly still not getting it and her obliviousness makes Georgie lean forward to rest her forehead on Tayce’s shoulder. A sigh escapes her lips as she wonders if this is how Tayce feels putting up with her.

“She wanted you.” She states as plainly as she can. Her voice drops to just above a whisper, “she wanted you.”

It’s only then that she realises just how close they are - how she can feel Tayce’s hands on her thighs and the smell of daiquiris on her breath.

Their noses meet before their lips do until Tayce tilts her head just a little bit more and then it feels like something inside Georgie has snapped.

She pulls away, the back of her head bumping against the kitchen cabinet as she tries to reconcile what she just did with her own feelings.

It was good, too good, and it scared the living daylights out of her.

She slides sideways off the counter, leaving Tayce standing there - her dumb drunk face frozen in confusion.

Georgie’s eyes widen and then she shuts them, taking a deep breath. When they open again, tayce is still looking at her - though some of the sparkle in her eyes has dimmed and she suddenly feels the need to put all of it back.

She leans up, lets their lips brush against each other in a chaste kiss to test the waters but before she can pull away, Tayce has her bottom lip between her own.

She’s sure they’re being stared at but she can’t bring herself to care because she’s at a wedding and somehow she’s kissing the prettiest woman in the room.

Georgie finally pulls away, lips slightly swollen and lipstick smudging at the edges. her eyes are wet but they’re so bright.

“I love you too,” she murmurs, “ you fucking twat.”

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Person A does Person B’s hair and/or Make-Up. for zsaszmask?

I'll Guide You | Roman Sionis x Victor Zsasz | ZsaszMask

Hey! Since you didn't apply exact roles to them, I just chose them myself, hope that's fine! I really hope you enjoy this story, anon, thanks so much for the request! :)

summary; Victor has to do Roman's hair and Make-up for him.

notes; Domestic; Kissing; probably bad descriptions of applying Make-up; Roman has a sprained wrist and finger; Mentions of Murder, Sex and Substance Abuse.

Roman has sprained his right wrist and index finger, during one of his rage episodes the day before. Now, he wore a wrist support and his finger was taped to his middle one, which of course meant he couldn’t really use his hand anymore for a little while. That also meant that he wasn’t able to wash and do his own hair, or make-up, which was worst of all. He relied on looking absolutely perfect at all times. It was horrific.

That was what has gotten him into the odd situation he was in, now.

Just like always, he sat on the little stool in front of his vanity and its three mirrors. More unusual was that Zsasz stood behind him and ran his fingers through Roman’s not completely dry hair, though.

In fact, Victor had just washed Roman’s hair. It had been surprisingly soothing. Zsasz’s hands were a little like magic. Roman had been aware of that before, but it had always been in the context of murder and sex, never anything domestic like this.

“So, what do you need me to do, boss?” Victor asked eventually, stopping Roman’s train of thought.

“I need you to put a pea sized amount of hair gel on your hands, spread it around and style my hair with it. You know how I like it, so- Go on, then,” Roman instructed his partner, holding up the hair gel in question with his left hand, waving it around a little.

“Got it,” Victor murmured and did as he was told. Good boy.

When Zsasz was doing his hair, applying the gel to it and using his fingers and Roman’s comb to style it, Sionis felt such a sense of calm wash over him. He closed his eyes and hummed appreciatively, a low moan leaving his slightly parted lips. He truly felt at ease in that moment, which was such a strange thing for him, since he only felt like that at the rarest times (usually due to substance abuse, murder and sex in that exact order).

“Good job, Mr. Zsasz,” he praised, a small smile stretching his lips, when Victor was done with his hair and he opened his eyes to assess his work. It looked just like when he did it himself, perhaps even better, but he wasn’t going to admit that.

Victor just beamed at him, as their eyes met in the mirror.

“You may do my make-up now,” Roman continued; and Zsasz’s smile fell as soon as he’s said it. It was rather hilarious to him, a smirk gracing his features.

“Are you sure you want me to do that, Roman?” Zsasz looked incredulously at him.

“Tell me, Victor, have I ever not been serious or sure about a clear order?” Roman’s voice showed a playfully threatening inflection.

Immediately, Victor back-tracked a little, “Of course not, boss. It’s just- I don’t know shit about make-up.”

“I know. I’ll guide you. ‘Kay?”

“Yeah, ‘kay.”

Roman turned a little on the stool, facing to the right, so that Zsasz could stand in front of him to reach his face and the supplies on the vanity more easily.

“First you’ll go and wash your hands – because ew, Victor – and then you’ll use this moisturiser,” he pointed at a little tub on the vanity table, “and apply it on my face, ‘kay?”

“Uh- sure, yeah.”

Zsasz quickly went to clean his hands and then took the little tub from the table, as soon as he’s come back, applying the cream on Roman’s face, working it in gently and thoroughly. And fuck, it felt so good to have his hands on his face, the calluses from his knife work rough and textured against his soft skin; it was perfect.

“Good, now here is the foundation, don’t use too much- and then some powder – here, this one. And you use this beauty blender for it. Not your fingers.” Sionis instructed, pointing to each extremely expensive item on his vanity table. Zsasz nodded along and got to work immediately.

When all that was done, Roman actually felt like wearing some eye-shadow that day, but he wasn’t entirely cruel, so he told Victor to get his black eyeliner pen and apply that instead. Zsasz swallowed thickly, knowing how easy it was to mess that up.

“I trust you to do good work, Victor. You’ve got a steady hand. I doubt you’ll mess it up. It’s not as though I want you to create the perfectly winged liners either – Just frame my eyes and we’re good. ‘Kay?”

“Sure, whatever you want, boss.”

Roman smiled, lowering his eyes so that they were almost closed, letting Zsasz apply the black eyeliner steadily. It was a surprisingly pleasant sensation. It tickled a little, it always did, but Victor’s strokes were light and soft, and so steady and careful, Roman couldn’t wait to see the result. He knew his lap dog would be good at it.

“I think I’m done?” Zsasz said and removed his hands from Roman’s face – the sudden loss of his warmth almost had him shiver.

Sionis turned back around to inspect Victor’s work in the mirrors. As soon as he looked at himself, his breath stuttered a little, a big smile stretching his lips. He was- impressed. Now he really had to admit to himself that perhaps Victor actually was better at this than he was. Or it only seemed like it because he didn’t have to do it himself. Roman couldn’t tell, but he didn’t dwell on it either. It was no use to bruise his ego.

“You did a very good job, Victor. I’m imp- pleased.” He’d die before he actually said it out loud that he was anything more than pleased with this in particular.

“Thanks, boss. Was that it then?”

Roman got up from the stool, finally towering over Victor again – it always felt weird to him when he wasn’t.

“Actually, I’m missing some lip gloss,” he added, smiling mischievously.

Zsasz looked at him with slightly narrowed eyes, knowing very well that this at least Roman could do with his left hand, too.

“You heard me, baby. Here, this one, I’m craving this red colour especially, now.” He picked up the deep scarlet lip gloss from his table and pressed it into Victor’s hand, tilting his head coyly, although his expression was anything but.

Without another comment or strange look, Zsasz opened it, retrieved the applicator from the small bottle and started applying it on Roman’s lips. It felt as though electricity was passing through them with that action. Victor put it back in the vial and set it aside on the table, while Roman was busy rubbing his lips against each other, smacking them to make sure the gloss was distributed evenly. He assessed the result in the mirror again for a second and smiled, turning back to Victor.

“Now, we’re done.” Then he leaned down a little and pressed a tender, smacking kiss to Victor’s cheek and then his lips, effectively leaving red-coloured pursed lip marks on either of them.

A light pink tinge spread high on Zsasz’s cheeks.

“Thank you, baby,” Roman rasped into Victor’s ear, grazing his teeth against his ear lobe shortly after.

Then he strutted past Victor, leaving him standing there with a slack mouth and a throbbing desire coursing through his body.

Roman thought he’d enjoy his incapability to do things on his own for the time being, that was absolutely certain.

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