#slccpover

💋 Haylee loves a costume moment. On her stream, in her private bedroom..she just loves it. Think slutty Red Riding Hood, little cheerleading costumes, pigtails and school girl skirts..it's just so hot.

“     did you think i wouldn’t notice an alfa romeo in the driveway this morning ?    ”       wouldn’t is a strong word ---  hoped ,    maybe .  “    ---- or that you can just storm in in the middle of the night now every time your mother casts you out ,   like this is a hotel ?    ”    sebastian sucks in a breath as rupert goes on and on like a child being scolded ,   hands tied behind his back .   “     --- i didn’t wanna wake you .    or god forbid ,  walk into something i can’t unsee ,    ”       at that implication ,   those sharp bluebell eyes swivel to the  chaos agent   woman at the table ,    for the very first ,    but don’t linger .    it’s a half-truth ---  he also had no desire to grovel ,   ask for permission to stay in the place he grew up in ,     or make nice with lady medusa ,      who had done nothing but wreck havoc on his already barely tolerable home .     “     besides ,    it was past your bed time .     ”      can’t stop his forked-tongue from taking that shot --- and earns a   twitch    of a contemptuous smile from his father .   what else is new ?    he still hasn’t addressed her .     “    ----  well ,    if you’re gonna stay ,    ”     rupert snatches the glass of orange juice sebastian was pouring for himself and takes it ---  his mouth opens to protest but nothing comes out .      “      you might as well help out .    danica needs someone to go with her to the ---    ”      oh fuck no .     his face probably says as much .    “    ---- please say d'hondt .   ”      he doesn’t .    “    my fiance ,   sebastian .    ”     sebastian crinkles his nose  ,      sinking into a seat like he’s just been handed punishment .    “      that’s my least favorite danica .     ”         he makes   eye-contact again ,  almost pouting    --- the base of his wrist squishing his cheek .     “      why don’t you go with her ?  ----  she’s your fiance ,   i’m sure she’d rather be there with you .     ”      for some reason .     “     some of us have to work for a living ,   sebastian .   ”

"   what are you doing ?  "    the question sprouts seemingly out of nowhere —- a wild weed ,   that’s what he is .   that’s how he’s seen here ,   anyhow .    he's sure many would like to see him pulled by the root and left to wilter ,  dave here included — unfortunately ,   that root happened to go around the very foundations of this building .    dave shuffles with his papers ,   stuttering something near coherent ,  trying ,   he fathoms ,   to pretend he wasn’t completely enthralled in the sight of simone by the desk across the room .       “      she’s single ,     you know ?   ”      sebastian pops the shiny lollipop out of his mouth as he states casually ,   cheek deflating as the candy leaves his tongue .      “      you should ask her out ,   dave .   i mean —-  you’re pleasant enough to look at .   your shoes aren’t .   your tie is    [     …     ]      a fucking atrocity .      but you’re a nice guy ,   aren’t you ?    women like that .     i’ve heard .      ”        he doesn’t seem fazed by the gurgling noises of protest and excuses that try to bubble to the surface as he sneaks his long hands over the small slope of the man’s shoulder ,   fixing his tie rather abruptly .    “    look ,   you’ve been staring for awhile now and it’s starting to stress me out so — here’s what we’re gonna do :   you’re gonna walk over there and ask her out for coffee and see how it works out ,   or —-    ”    those broad hands come down harshly against his shoulders ,     turning him around to face the girl .    “    i’m gonna yell really loudly that you were talking about her breasts .    you have — 3-2-1-to decide go-go-go !    ”     he shoves him like a bully across the playground —-   but to his merit ,   despite how much dave seemed to be stumbling through words even from a distance ,   the conversation seems to go well enough ;   look at him .   his good deed of the day .   “     wow ,    look at you    [      …     ]       that was almost —   not totally terrible .      ”       the blonde assistant chirps at him ,  causing his eyes to roll like shiny marbles .      “     at least it would be if you weren't procrastinating and avoiding meeting your new boss .  ”      she punctuates with a cheery smile .      “     —---- i am not — procrastinating ,     ”         he most certainly was .     the idea of being someone else’s assistant when his father owned an empire was humiliating but — he supposes ,    that is very much the point .    “       i just don’t wanna meet some stupid ,   balding little middle-aged man called daniel —      ”        the blonde tries and fails to cut him off .     “     sebastian .     ”     to no avail .    “     — who’s gonna get off on making me go on coffee runs —    ”      she grits her teeth ,   widening her eyes and motioning with her head more intensely .    “     sebastian .    ”     this time it looks like he gets the message ,    at least .     “        [     …    ]     he’s standing right behind me  ,    isn’t he ?     ”       she smacks her lips ,    nodding in resignation as she clutches to her files and makes a strategic exit.     “     that wasn’t short daniel .    you really gotta start reading ,   man .    ”      sebastian ,    with a visible crease on his forehead ,    sweeps around ,    and then looks down .    “      oh .     ”      he looks surprised ,    but not unpleasantly so .    “       well ,    i     [     …     ]       got the little part right .     ”

UNKNOWN : ( … ) UNKNOWN : don't be mad at will UNKNOWN : i forced him to give me your number UNKNOWN : ( … ) UNKNOWN : ( … ) UNKNOWN : i didn't really take your purse UNKNOWN : i just found it

it’s early in the evening still —   but people have began to flood the corridors ,    get lost through the living room where the ivory curtains swish in an aimless dance ;  a small gathering which is no longer so small ,    because there is no privacy in small gatherings .  the weather is pleasant ,   and the walls hum with a pleasant buzz —   he finds her lounging by the pool ,  and sneaks in to find her with the cautious footsteps of someone who’d been eagerly searching .      “      hey ,      ”       his voice is affectionate ,   tinged with a light scent of expensive liquor as he approaches —    blue eyes glittering ,   awfully reflective .       “      [     …   ]      thank you for   ‘chaperoning’ ,   ”     he jests  ,    amused with himself —  a drink in hand ,   which brings as an offering as he takes the opportunity to slip into his favored seat in the house :    her lap .      “    i’m not really allowed to be alone in the house since the pool incident two years ago .    ”      sebastian informs ,   pressing his rosy cheek to her chest as he accommodates between her pillowy thighs —  completely unconcerned with everything else ,    he suddenly finds he needs this ,   needs her ,    right now .

that faint line between his brows only deepens as the evening moves forwards  ;   ripples of sound and color moving through his ebony-draped silhouette as he remains faithfully untouched ,   unaffected —   unmoved by all .  a ghost waltzing among the living ,   walking on the footsteps of their ever moving shadows ,   capturing spontaneous moments through the lens of his camera before they could dissipate in time .    if he’s perceived at all ,   sebastian’s happy to dismiss it —    not because of some nauseating sense of work ethics ,   but rather because he enjoys the momentary invisibility of being part of the scenery along with his camera ;   it’s a welcome change from the constant scrutiny of day-to-day life .   usually he’s thrilled to travel for work ,   wherever the winds take him he’s happy to go —  this time ,   though ,   he was a little more excited than usual .  he had  ,   foolishly ,   convinced himself that being away from home meant his problems would stay behind — like something tangible he could effortlessly and purposefully forgot to pack ,   like a sock or a watch .   so work ,   but was also a distraction —   from everything ,  himself ,  and his own bleeding vulnerability ,    most of all .     and then his camera flashes —  and he convinces himself it must’ve been a mirage ;    his mind was playing tricks on him ,   conjuring cruel things to mess with this newfound sense of peace .   but no –  no ,   she was real .    he was sure of it ,  because he hears the way her voice is carried across the room ,   and immediately ,    as if engraved inside his bones ,    his ears recognize that sound .    for whatever reason ,   every primal instinct in his body tells him to flee ,    to run away like the clock is about to strike midnight —  and he does ,   he turns abruptly to do just that and has the unfortunately luck of colliding violently against someone else  ;   the sharp clashing of bodies leaves his white shirt soaked in red ,   and his mouth slightly agape —   he’d made a mess of it ,    and too much noise .    precisely what he’d tried to avoid .     “     it’s fine —    leave it ,   it’s fine ,      ”      sebastian dismisses pleasantries and any attempts to salvage his outfit ,   cutting through the small crowd that’d formed around him under the pretense of checking on his camera .   it was fine —   it had survived much worse ,   truthfully ,    he was wet ,    caught off guard ,   and he just wanted out of that room .

" hypotetically ... if i had finished all the ice cream and put it back in the freezer empty , " and he's not incriminating himself here . " ... remember that one time you gave me a concussion and then told me we should fuck other people ? " which was never quite resolved , but he's decided to label it as temporary insanity . " ... you know ... i think we should just ... call it even ? "

Sebastian: Hey Sebastian: It’s Sebastian Sebastian: Angel/Sebastian Sebastian: I had a dream about you this morning Sebastian: How’s your Saturday going?