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Fake It Till You Don’t Make It ⇄ Pearlet

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The process of beating one’s face sounds mildly aggressive at best but with Pearl’s careful precision of strokes and the gentle smudging of shadows, Violet found it to be quite relaxing and almost therapeutic. She opted to be the ideal canvas by keeping still and not making a single peep to distract the artist. There was a micro possibility that she could have gone out cold right there and then but the unveiling of the masterpiece kept her excited enough to hold onto her consciousness. Finally when the finishing touches had been undergone and the compact mirror was being passed to her, Violet opened her newly painted eyes to examine the creation. Smile lighting in a radiant competition to her glittered lids, she pursed her lips, ruffled her hair and struck a few poses as she fully immersed herself in this glitzy fantasy.

“Biiiiiitch, I love it,” Violet shrieked, her voice oozing with enthusiasm but the tone was admittedly drained from all the previous smoking. Picking up her phone that laid beside her, she angled the device and snapped a few glamour selfies, immediately uploading it to Instagram with a caption that of course featured a necessarily supreme amount of kissy face emojis. “Ugh, just look at huh,” She sighed happily, though quickly deciding that her moment of insane vanity was over and it was time to float down from that cloud. “I don’t wanna take it off just yet but I also don’t wanna fall asleep with it on, so I at least gotta stay awake for the first movie.” Padding back into the bedroom, Violet flopped onto the bed and turned on the TV to scan through the channels. “Which shouldn’t be a problem if we actually found something good. Something good and not basic unlike Hunger Games or whatever shitty teeny bopper movie you put on last time-“

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Once Violet’s vanity is sated and displayed to the world with an influx of filters and emoji’s, Pearl is already settled into bed, the remainder of makeup on his face smeared on a cleansing wipe, though streaky traces still remain giving his eyes a hollowed out appearance compared to Violet’s still made-up and immaculate face resting on the other pillow.

 Her comments about shitty teeny boppers have him dramatically pouting ‘....Hunger Games isn’t shitty, if it was Twilight you know I’d agree, but don’t insult the cinematic greatness of whatever the fuck this century is’ rolling into his stomach ‘....We really need to go out and get some DVD’s if we’re bunking together for the Premiere’s, these pay per view movies are shit.. And I’m not watching some gross horror flick, and we’re not watching Granny Porn”

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Fake It Till You Don’t Make It ⇄ Pearlet

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“Yeah that,” Violet confirmed, matching his cheeky expression with a grin of her own. Usually she’s the blunt one but right now, she’s thankful that it’s Pearl doing the dirty work of addressing past escapes with no apologizes since she knew she could barely recall a time without getting flustered. Speaking of which, she appreciated how much the sleepy stoner was facilitating this night between friends by actively coming up with activities that they could busy themselves with and bond over platonically. Seeing as if they weren’t occupied with outlandish makeovers and hot boxing the bathroom, they’d probably be uncomfortably bathing and drowning in their thick sexual tension right about now.

Nodding in approval, the aerialist dove back into the cluttered makeup bag and found some purple glitter from the famed Sugar Pill line. Beaming excitedly she passed it over to Pearl and readied her eyes by closing them and leaning forward. “I swear if you get any of that shit in my eye then I’m gonna strangle you with my corset,” She warned teasingly, sticking out her tongue to accent that she was being lighthearted and not hostile.

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Pearl can’t help but dramatically pout at Violet’s threat, “Oh come on Bitch, I might go ass over tit-plate but I don’t get shit in my eyes” before leaning close to her face, the complexion still ivory smooth. A dark pencil smooths across Violet’s upper lashes, followed by liquid liner and a thick forest of 301′s.

 Faces together, it’s intimate and in their olden days? They would have probably made out all over the bed, rolled on the makeup and had their bodies painted with a variety of cosmetics, but maybe it’s the weed mellowing them. But there is no urge to do so, instead he focuses on getting the glitter liner perfectly and carving the creases of Violet’s eyelids and the wings of her liner, glitter follows as do bottom lashes and his fingers tap out and dance along the delicate skin until they’re perfect, a dark chocolate shade of Pearl’s own, now infamous bedroom eyes. 

 Pulling back, he wipes over the brushes with a makeup wipe, giving a nod of satisfaction of his handiwork before looking at Violet and holding up a mirror, “So.... What do you think? Can I sleep easy without fear of corset strangulation?”

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Fake It Till You Don’t Make It ⇄ Pearlet

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“You’d look a lot prettier if you’d stop swerving your fucking head, bitch!” Violet exclaimed, though instead of it snapping in delivery, it was followed by a combustion of giggles, thanks to the THC levels and not Pearl being dorky yet endearing….obviously. “Seriously hold still!” Almost missing the mark completely with her pencil, she swiftly grabbed the older’s jaw to hold it in place, loosening her grip only when Pearl obeyed and steadied his head.

After she filled in the outline, she pulled out some matte liquid lipstick and applied a generous coat. “There!” She declared, leaning in closer to carefully inspect her finished masterpiece. Finding a dinky little compact mirror inside the ratty makeup kit, she shone it towards her so she could see the end result. “Ooo la la, your lips are looking snatched for once. By the way, I recognized that brand as one of my ‘Kiss and Blow Job proof’ numbers so you’re good to go. I don’t know why you don’t use that instead of that shitty NYC one. Like remember that time in the back of the Uber and you had that red shade on and you thought it’d be a bright idea to-“ She stopped herself when she realized this high apparently didn’t come with a filter. Clearing her throat, she looked away shyly. “So, what did you want to do now?”

[sleepyeyedpearl]

The awkwardness filters through the room at the past mention of their sexual relationship, but he figures that if they’re going to do this whole ‘friends’ shtick, then they need to quite literally grab the bulls by the balls rather than grab each others balls and laugh it off. 

 He pauses before giving a wolfish grin, “You mean the time I blew you and ended up looking like the Joker and your dick looked like you had the world’s worst case of herpes?”, his gaze softens, the corners of his mouth curving down before rubbing at his over bronzed cheeks with a makeup brush, “Why don’t I show you how to do my eyes and brows? You mentioned you were interested in the lower lash glitter that time? Then maybe find some shitty movie and climb into bed and watch that till we pass out?”

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Fake It Till You Don’t Make It ⇄ Pearlet

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The spectacle that was awaiting her when the room was once again illuminated had Violet gasping from the hysterics. Eyes darting back from a cosmetic botched Pearl to her own busted mug beating in the mirror had her concluding that they were neither a sight for sore eyes nor high eyes. “Ugh I knew I was gambling when I decided to go for eyeliner or what I thought was eyeliner!” Vi defended, examining her reflection in hysterical shame as she realized that she used a rosy red lipliner to tight line her already bloodshot eyes. “But what about you girl, did you really fucking think that glitter was foundation? That should have been you look for the bearded runway-“ The brunette quipped, reaching over and rubbing it harder into the older’s face, laughing harder when she spotted her paws which were now tattooed in shimmery paste. “Ugh, okay… I guess it’s only fair we both get the door. Though I still think I pull it off,” Violet kidded, pulling out her phone and dialling the number for room service.

After merely sending the poor delivery boy into cardiac arrest, courtesy of their Tim Burton reject mugs, the two returned to the bath tub where they devoured the pizza they ordered. It was quiet as they ate, not a tense quiet, if anything - a relaxing quiet. Violet did break the silence though when she was struck with an idea. “You know, now that I know you own lipliner. I think it’s about time I teach you how to use it, bitch,” She snarked, waggling the stick she had abused before in front of the dirty blond. “Seriously bitch, wipe that sauce off your face. I’ll show you how to achieve my famous Chachki pout.” Once the food filth was cleared, she gravitated to his side of the tub, leaning towards him so they were only a breath apart. First she dabbed on some lip balm as lip scrub as primer before whipping out the liner and precisely drawing a pronounced cupid’s bow and pouty shape around his mouth, her breath steady but hot against his face as she worked. “Purse your lips back and hold still-“

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 Pizza is like rim-jobs Pearl decides, when you’re drunk it’s hard to have a bad one, and the fact he’s well on the road to being baked makes it taste ten times as better, and he devours the greasy mess of carbs with a vicarious appetite that would put a caveman to shame until Violet picks up the lip-liner with a determined look fixating in glassy eyes and he knows any resistance would be futile. 

Pearl gives a dramatic groan at the mention of lipliner, grumbling playfully ‘But I like my sloppy mug thanks’, though he obediently leans forward to get his lips painted, making a kissy face and dramatic smooching noises at Violet, eyes glinting behind glasses before commenting teasingly ‘Am I pretty yet?’

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Fake It Till You Don’t Make It ⇄ Pearlet

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“Since when do you want to do mini challenges, bitch? You were never good at them,” Violet joked, unable to resist poking fun at the fact that this very activity was ripped straight from a Drag Race episode. “But I do commend you for being brave enough to challenge someone who could literally never look busted, so… ” Fluttering her canopy of lashes teasingly, she flashed him a face that screamed ‘Game On Bitch’ before reaching up to flick the light switch downwards. Immediately, she lunged for where she swore the bag was placed, rummaging around determinedly for a product that seemed promising. After compiling a bundle of undistinguishable tubes and compacted cases, she set them on her lap for easier access. God, she was really praying her sense of touch would work with her and not against her. Though this blind battle was lighthearted by nature, that didn’t mean Violet didn’t opt to win.

Figuring she’d probably need a brush or two, her fingers dove in for seconds, only to accidentally brush Pearl’s own. The moment was sickeningly cliche, the jolt of realization causing her to retract her hand as if his touch had been torched and as a result, she had gotten herself burned. Shaking it off, she decided to get to work on her visionless painting, running through the notions of her usual routine to the best of her ability. From the other end of the tub, she could hear the steadiness of the older’s breath. He too was clearly in deep concentration it seemed. After polishing off what she prayed to be gloss to her pouty brims, she decided that she was done. “Okay…I’m ready when you are….” The future winner alerted, rising upwards so she had a grip on the switch. “Tell me when you’re all wrapped up and we’ll unveil our masterpieces….”

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Pearl gives a sharp nod before realizing that Violet can’t see and echoes a quiet ‘ready’ before the light is switched on, filling the room with harsh brightness; but the light from the fluorescent bulb has nothing on the visual assault on his retina’s courtesy of Violet’s face. Their faces streaked with orange foundation, lipliner over their eyes, mascara all but smashed on their eyelids, streaks everywhere and he can’t imagine he looks much better if at all. 

 A roaring laugh fills his chest, bubbling through his lips as hands smack his thighs in between desperate gulps for air howling with laughter “IT LITERALLY LOOKS LIKE YOU’VE GOT THE WORLD’S WORST PINK-EYE” giving a snort of laughter only to fall into deeper hysterics peering up through red-rimmed and horrifically made up eyes. “...So wanna order room service and both answer the door?”

[sleepyeyedpearl]

Yay! So happy <3 I love both of your writing so much so I'm so glad it's coming back

You’re welcome darlings! New update is coming up in the next 2 hours <3

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Fake It Till You Don’t Make It ⇄ Pearlet

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The limited stations that the hotel’s cable provider had to offer was doing nothing for her, each channel proving to be more mundane in content than the last. Groaning with impatience, she could feel her eyelids heavy, the hushed sounds of the boring programs being enough white noise for her to nod off. Except just as she felt herself being pulled under by slumber, the bathroom had cracked open, a suggestive voice echoing closely behind. Sitting upright, she listened to his plan of attack for the evening, nodding perhaps a bit too enthusiastically in cue that she was on board.

“God, would smoking even be necessary? I feel like I can get secondhand high just from being in here,” Violet joked, the wafting stench of weed overstimulating her senses the instant she stepped foot in the bathroom. “I’m kidding, bitch. Don’t be greedy,” She assured when she saw the look of hesitation on the other’s face. As he passed her a joint, she plucked it between her cherry pursed lips and gestured for him to light it. The initial hit went straight to her head, the warmth that coursed through her body imitating the heat of the hot boxed room. As she continued to take drags, she used her free hand to unlock her phone and browse online for this aforementioned ugly sweaters that they’d prank their favourite couple with gifting. “I don’t know about Jake but I know Kev hates the colour yellow. So like….a minion sweater maybe?” Stumbling upon a sweatshirt that just featured a mammoth sized face of the overhyped Pixar gremlins, she shrieked with laughter and showed the image to Pearl. “He would fucking die. Like literally. I’m almost scared that this would break them up….” A wicked grin laced across her lips as she took her final hit, smoke blowing everywhere. “Oops, added to cart…”

[sleepyeyedpearl]

The minute Violet adds the worlds ugliest sweater to the cart, Pearl notes the address at the top of her phone and proceeds to purchase the same one, adding a little note on the delivery and for the item to be wrapped a present, cackling with ungodly howls, before he and Violet press ‘Purchase’ in unision and high five. Maybe it’s the weed talking, but he’s relaxed, lazy and he leans over the porcelain of the bath tub and pulls out a battered make-up bag. “...I brought my old junky shit to toss out cause I was gonna see Amy to show her some of the colours of the glitter I like, but wanna do the blind makeup challenge instead? We can turn the lights out and try to paint our faces, and whoever looks the worst has to order the room service and answer the door in said horrible geish?’

 It’s not exactly how you’d expect him to spend a night in LA, but if anything? It’s what he’d prefer to do, and he’s enjoying Violet’s company, and the slight weight as their knees press together since they are two fully grown twinks crammed into a bath-tub. A tube of candy pink sticky gloss is waved teasingly in Violet’s direction. “Whaddya say Chachki? Up for the challenge?’

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Fake It Till You Don’t Make It ⇄ Pearlet

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“I was going to go out with Fame but I don’t know if I’m feeling it anymore,” Violet expressed with a shrug, fingers tracing the stitching of their shared comforter mindlessly. “She’s meeting that Boomer Banks guy somewhere since he’s in town and she’s been talking to him over twitter for ages. She wants me to come along though because she doesn’t want to give him the wrong idea.” The brunette rolled her eyes as a torturous replay of the beauty marked babe’s concerned rant flickered in her mind. “But I don’t know, I think I’d rather just stay in and watch a movie or something. She’ll probably end up having to take Max and I think she’d have a way better time with a ‘highly esteemed porn thespian’ than I ever would.”

Giggling at the thought of Max being subjected to an evening with someone whom she’d presumes vulgarity put the rest of the drag race girls’ locker room talk (or should she say werk room talk) to shame, she ended the conversation at that. Of course, she could have added in the part that Fame was active in reminding her that Boomer was “a fan of her work”, which according to the rubber doll meant he wanted to bone, but she figured that would seem….desperate. She was done being in competition with Pearl, in every capacity, and that last thing she wanted was for him to think otherwise. Reaching for the remote, she fired up the TV, shopping through the stations for something decent to watch.

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Pearl gives another laugh at the idea of Oz’s own Starlet being put through a night with Fame and the overtly sexual Boomer. The grey haired Dame may end up earning Sainthood by the end of the night if his gut instinct is by any chance correct. A quick smile is offered up to Violet in return before he disappears into the bathroom only to return to the room and order some room service and get his pillow to settle in the bath-tub, legs dangling over the side before lighting up a joint, breathing in deeply, fingers pinching the filter tightly.

 A few hits later, the bathroom is filled with smoke to the point he’s essentially hot housing himself and after some thoughts broken up by some strangely pulsating brain feelings, has given himself the most brilliant idea known to man though pulling himself from the slightly cracked looking yet still smooth porcelain of the tub seems like a great idea and he pokes his head out of the bathroom, momentarily fixated by the ivory skin with the smoothest texture before drawling out lazily “....Wanna order the world’s ugliest knitted sweaters and get them delivered to Jake and Kevin’s houses so they think they’re getting matching sweaters and see who cracks first and admits they hate it? And you should come get high and we paint each others faces. I’ll even do your hair. I got new hot-rollers”

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Fake It Till You Don’t Make It ⇄ Pearlet

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Violet was sincerely mulling over whether Pearl had taken up an improv class during their time apart because his performance as “vengeful ex that secretly has a thing for the best friend” was a scene stealer. When she was barked at in reminder of an apparent threesome, her hands flew to catch and stifle the roaring and startled laugh that rose out of her. Needless to say, it was a real selling point.

Never being one to sit idly by as all her limelight was stolen, the bondage babe threw in a few catty remarks of her own. “Yeah? Well speaking of Jake, you know he’s the one I’d rather have stuff me every night but since he’s shacked up with that precious ‘daddy bear’ of yours, I had to settle for second best….and when Katya wasn’t available…I came to you.” Feeling very Alyssa Edwards circa the RuPaul Roast challenge for laughing hysterically at her own jokes, she had to regain the pillow to mute yet another shrieking chuckle. She knew it would especially be a convincing charade since Kevin of all people knew how Violet liked to get impossibly kunty in retaliation.

The report that their performance certainly got a rise out of Kevin had Violet helplessly squealing in laughter, letting out all the hysterics she had to hold back from mid-act. When she finally came down from her giggle high, she sighed. “God, we’re fucking terrible…” Though the way she said it, you could practically hear the smirk in her voice. Readjusting her spot on the bed, she sighed again, a sudden wave of silence lingering through. “So… do you have any plans for tonight?” She asked lamely, desperate apparently to continue the good energy they had going.

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 The laughter fills the tiny room as they both succumb to hysterics, rolling around until it filters out, the attitude is airy, light, relaxed in a way that they haven’t truly had in a long time, and as much as he hates to admit it? He’s wishing that it would last, that this new found ‘friendship’ could continue to be this easy. Though the other part of him wants to rush out and invade Jake and Kevin’s room to see the reactions that their skit had produced on their best friends and their nosy ways.

 He snaps back to attention at Violet’s question and shrugs, waving an idle hand “... Dunno. Probably gonna smoke a joint or two in the bath since it’s a non-smoking room, order room service, watch a shitty movie. Apparently Psycho is on the pay per view which could be cool. Jake and I are getting into Bates Motel so ....” He trails off fingers twiddling his lighter before squinting up at the raven haired queen, “What about you?”

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Fake It Till You Don’t Make It ⇄ Pearlet

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Little did most know but could probably guess, Violet was no stranger to pornographic performance art so this stint of theirs should have been a cake walk. However, even in pursuit of a charade, her knees were growing wobbly and her flesh threatened to bleed sweat. Understandably so too, since they were mocking a hobby of intimacy that they use to partake in together….a lot. She knew though that detouring down memory lane would call for their scheme to falter, not to mention the foundation of their newfound friendship, so she pushed past - torrenting heated moans and curses that complimented his. Once she got into the rhythm of things, she was killing her role, producing sensual audio that Frankie Malone couldn’t even dream of achieving.

The comeback sex star mostly held her gaze at the wall, but every now and then she’d look over at Pearl, only to suddenly feel flustered when it’d turn out that he was looking right back. Things finally came for a head when her cue was stuttered out, triggering a shift in gears as her best friend’s name fell from her scene partner’s lips rather than her own. Violet was lucky that the moment called for a dramatic pregnant pause, granting her time to snicker into the pillow and getting all of the hysterics out of her system before she launched into her outburst. “What the fuck did you just call me!?” She screeched, volume remarkably high and the passion even higher. “Kevin!? Did you just fucking call me Kevin!?” Wickedly, the vixen reiterated the mistaken name, knowing all too well it would be sending jabs into her assistant’s gut. “Jesus Christ, I always knew you had a thing for him. So what!? Is that why you agreed to do this!? Did you’d think that this would make him jealous or something!?

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When Violet screeches, her voice rising in volume, Pearl deliberately pushes over a chair so it causes a loud ‘BANG’ and screams back in return, the mirth shining in blue irises “HEY, FUCK OFF. LIKE YOU COULDN’T TELL AND LETS BE TOTALLY REAL HERE FOR A MOMENT PUMPKIN, YOU KNEW IT AND DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING AND BESIDES YOU SAID WE’D HAVE A THREESOME WITH HIM, YOU PROMISED ME AND YOU NEVER FUCKING DELIVERED SO FORGIVE ME FOR IMAGINING”

His voice breaks off and his fists clench in the pillow burying his face in it muffling the laughter that bubbles up his throat, before just yelling ‘You know what? Just fucking forget it. Forget it. Jake’ll be furious cause it’s like mentally cutting his lunch.. So just… Shut the fuck up okay?’, silence fills the room again as amused eyes meet each other, matching conspiring grins flashing at each other as they band together and he can’t help but wonder if it wasn’t for Fame, would have they actually excelled at the acting challenge? Perhaps they would have, or perhaps they’ll never know but after padding to the door quietly and peering out the peep hole he’s met with the sight of Kevin all but sprinting to his own room and he gives Violet a thumbs up and a victorious crow of “HOOK. LINE. SINKER!”

[sleepyeyedpearl]

Please come back :( I miss you and your writing so much 💕

I’m back! December and January are always crazy, crazy times and my muses without fail go into hiding so with the final birthday done and dusted and the Pearlet update or as I’m calling it #pearletrevival2k16 , I can promise Pearl will be up and kicking in no time. 

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Wake up pearl, wake up! <3

Pearl has woken up!

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Fake It Till You Don’t Make It ⇄ Pearlet

The clock struck 9:45 meaning it was show time.

Violet Chachki was inherently many things but a prankster had never really been one of them. However, she was still keening on executing this practical joke like she executed everything - flawless. That’s why she had brainstormed hours ahead and ensured that she had all her bases covered. To lure Kevin, she required third party assistance, Katya being the most dependable candidate since her infectiously bizarre but bubbly personality had already earned her a comradery with Kevin (a bond bred from Katya’s fascination with petting beards, much to both Tracy and Jake’s dismay). The former yogi’s room was located just a few doors down from Pearl and Violet’s own, meaning that when the beefy assistant was beckoned there for a friendly game of Cards Against Humanity, he’d have to slink past their suite on his journey…

Though she had a feeling that thanks to the paper-thin walls, his trip might call for an alarming pause.

“He says he’s on his way!!!!” Katya texted, strung with a litany of emojis, some capturing the essence of the announcement and others just being vaguely and unnecessarily dirty. Violet flashed Pearl the phone screen to warn her before crawling onto the mattress, getting into position. “We should probably start now just so it looks like we were going at it beforehand. Y’know to make it realistic,” She whispered fleetly, heart pattering at rapid speed for an unknown reason. “You ready?”

[sleepyeyedpearl]

When Violet crawls into ‘position’, Pearl’s heart beats out an erratic tattoo against his ribs, though he can only put it down to being in such close proximity to Violet without ever really getting a proper goodbye, a chance for the closure that they both could use, and merely gives one of his lazy shit-eating grins. “Ready when you are Daddy”.

  Their eyes meet, wordlessly communicating before Pearl shifts back and forth on the bed having adjusted it early so the bed frame would hit the wall with enough noise to be heard outside and giving one of his best fake moans paired with some dramtic gasps and breathing, arms gripping at the bed-frame the slight muscles of his bicep rippling as he grasps it before giving a loud, “YES, RIGHT THERE. FUCK ME HARDER”, knowing that if anything, it would catch Kevin’s attention and officially set the plan in motion. 

[sleepyeyedpearl]

are you still in love with violet?

Friendship Ain’t Easy ⇄ Pearlet

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Why she was being invited to tag along to Pearl’s private corset fitting was beyond her - especially since the fool proof design didn’t command any additional assistance. But if it meant to escape the prying eyes of their intrusive besties, she’d play to the unrequired retreat, no questions asked. After bringing the curtains to a close, she once again averted her gaze from a topless Matt, uneager to be accused of gawking. Violet was anything but sentimental, but there was no use denying that this exact situation brought her back to fonder times. Fortunately for her, her daunting detour down memory lane had grinded to a hault when Pearl revisited her deceptive suggestion to scam Jake and Kevin.

“I hadn’t put much thought into it,” Violet admitted, her tone still cunning despite her lack of ideas. “When one of them is on one of their hourly round checks, we can always pretend we’re having sex. Y'know, shake the bed, curse, moan….but we won’t make it like boring old vanilla fucking. There’s gotta be something we can do that would make them regret listening in…” Clapping her hands together in replacement of shrieking “Eureka!”, she then explained the rest of her brilliant scheme:

“What if I were to say Jake’s name or you were to say Kevin’s name? Then we could argue and whoever’s guilty could clarify by claiming that being with the other has made them realize their true feelings for the other’s assistant. They’ll feel so fucking guilty about meddling and not want to discuss it with each other, or even us. It’ll fuck with them so bad and I guarantee that they’ll retire from snooping.” The wicked grin that splashed across her pretty features sunk momentarily as she tried to gage at Pearl’s reaction. “…Is that too evil, do you think?”

Pearl’s mouth moves as he weighs the thoughts in his head before his face splits in wide grin, that matches Violet’s to a tee, as if they’re the (and they are) co-conspirators in some huge evil plot; and for a minute? It’s almost as if they’re back in the Olympics of drag and it’s them against the world, and by world he totally means the bitter old lady brigade. Ungroomed brows, crease behind glasses as he ponders over the pros and the cons of the plan, and what scenario would get them the best (and worst) reaction from their friends before he bounces onto his heels with an expression of almost child-like enthusiasm.

“...Me. I’ll do it. I’ll call you Daddy Kevin, because lets be honest for sec yeah? Kevin’s worst nightmare is being mistaken for a twink. He sure as fuck loves them, but we both know he couldn’t ever be one or get mixed up for one. But someone should shake the bed too so it sounds like we’re going in and I’m railing you, cause from what I can gather? Kev won’t bottom to save himself”, his expression takes on one of stupid pride before turning back to the mirror, smoothing down the corset, fingers dipping into the artificial dip in his waist making the decision to purchase it, loosening it and shrugging his tank back on. “...So tonight? Or have you got plans with the girls?”

“All of that can be arranged.” A devilish gleam sparkled in those narrowing dark orbs, accompanied by a smile that only promised sin. All apprehensions of the stoner feeling discomfort with her involving him heavily in her schemes had blown away with the breeze, an easy air to each other’s company settling between them after what seemed like ages. “Tonight works for me if it works for you,” She replied cooly, though faintly puzzled as to why it could be assumed she’d have other plans, being as fiercely independent and selectively isolated as she was. Suddenly, the mere sound of rustling could be heard from the other side of the curtain, indicating that some or rather - someone(s) - were close by. Smirking as she was hit with a brilliant ruse to play up as bait, Violet swiftly unzipped the jeans to her zipper and loosened one or two of her belt buckles. “Look suspicious,” She whisper-hissed in order as she yanked open the curtains to be met by two scrambling simpletons, pretending as if they’d been enthralled by a butt plug exhibit the entire time.

“Have fun in there?” Jake called out after her stupidly, as if she was going to confess to her sins right there and then. Ignoring them both vocally, she still flashed a cheeky grin before padding away, knowing that her subtle lapses in wardrobe hadn’t gone unnoticed and were bound to be fought over.“His zipper was totally undone! I’m telling you!” “Jake, your fly is always down.” “Yeah, and why was I called out for that last time? Oh that’s right because my flight had a delay and you thought the best way to pass the time was to-“

From behind a rack of edible panties and blow up dolls, Violet exchanged an indulgent beam with her newly announced accomplice and friend.

This was going to be way too much fun.

[sleepyeyedpearl]

Friendship Ain’t Easy ⇄ Pearlet

[sleepyeyedpearl]

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As far as Violet was concerned, the shop’s employer should be reserving some salary for her because her killer sex toy knowledge was a catalyst to three hefty purchases. Katya had gone bonkers with the flavoured lube and the double ended dildos, Fame had scored herself a new wardrobe full of lingerie and even the ever so innocent Max had found himself a few toys for him and Danny to get adventurous with, all thanks to the recommendations and winning sales pitch of Violet Chachki.

In fact, she’d been so preoccupied guiding her friends through this carnival of kinky fantasy enablers, she hadn’t budgeted anytime for her own personal browsing. So when they had scurried off to either have their findings rang up or to try stuff on, Violet took it upon herself to scan through the accessories, seeing if she could come across anything worthy to be added to her forever expanding collection.

What caught her eye instead, however; was Pearl who appeared to be curiously combing through corsets and trainers. Feeling as if her expertise could come in handy once more, she waltzed over. “This one’s really good for beginners,” Violet enlightened, plucking a simplistically yet structurally designed one off the display. “There’s no ties so it’s not nearly as intense.” Looking over her shoulders, she groaned as she locked eyes with Kevin and Jake who were not so subtly keeping tabs on them from a few aisles over. “Remind me later but we need to fuck with them,” She plotted, a loose smile gracing her lips. “In the meantime, did you wanna try this on?”

A voice creeps into his thoughts as he muses over the corsets before looking at the item in Violet’s hand, lips curving into a slight smile and giving a quiet ‘...Yeah’, gesturing her into a dressing room, tugging the curtain back into place, hearing the gasp that could only come from Jake. His shirt is pulled over his head, and the corset secured in place. They stare into the mirror, still making a striking pair, sharp browns and hazy blue, lean limbs and decorative ink.

 The last time they were in this place? He remembers a make-out session, a teasing flutter of lashes, and the thrill of sneaking the package of lingerie into Violet’s luggage. But as always, everything is on it’s head and he has to shake the thoughts from his head, refusing to go into cesspool of memories that his imagination can construct. He blinks; once, twice, and his face splits into a wide smile before teasing “...So fucking with our favourite idiots, how do you suggest we go about it?”

[sleepyeyedpearl]

Friendship Ain’t Easy ⇄ Pearlet

[sleepyeyedpearl]

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Liking her shower’s scorching, a trail of heated midst followed Violet out of the shower, the breeze from the opened window contrasting with the warmth radiating off her slickened flesh. Perhaps too caught up inside her own head as she indulged in her senses, she didn’t realize Pearl had been standing there the entire time. Honestly, she figured that since her offer had only been receptive to silence, he’d have fled the scene by now in order to justify his reasons for not tagging along. But alas, here he was, coffee in hand and potentially enthusiastic of making an appearance.

“Thanks,” Violet mumbled, reaching for the paper cup and sipping at its contents while listening to Pearl inform her of Kevin and Jake’s expressed interest of joining them. “I don’t mind. I just dibs not helping them. Kev maddening when it comes to this stuff. Once I went in with him and he was surprised to find out that a butt plug isn’t a slang term for when you clog a toilet with your poop.” She sniggered at her own joke, her signature cackle only continuing when Pearl mentioned his suggestion of “figging.” As the chuckles down though, she realized that the warmth that flooded her veins did not. Violet really had missed this.

“Most of the gang should be downstairs in the lobby. I just gotta get change-” Admittedly, the corset enthusiast timed it when Pearl was slightly turned to rid herself of the towel, just so he wasn’t getting an eyeful of balls. But in reality, she couldn’t be bothered if he saw her nude, for it was long past the first time and to pretend like it was would be silly, even for her right now.

In the lobby they were greeted by all the Airyan Airline Girls - sans Trixie whom had ulterior plans that consisted of appartment hunting in the City of Angels. “Bitch, you need to help me find that double ended dildo you were raving about last night!” Katya pleaded, rushing up to her and hanging on by the shoulders. “Didn’t you say that when you and-” Luckily she had managed to put her jelly cladded foot in her mouth when she realized whom was accompanying them last minute. “Pearl! Hi! I didn’t know you were coming! Wow!”

When they walk into the lobby, and Katya proceeds to stick her jelly footed sandal firmly in her mouth Pearl brushes her off with a wave of her hand and chimes in, with the usual lazy monotone. “When Vi and I went in on a double ended dildo? Yeah we did. The LoveHoney Basic right?” before turning to chat with Max, who gazes at him with a spark of amusement, cool fingers coming up to sweep his hair out of his eyes, asking a silent question that he simply nods to in reply.

 The trip to the shop is full of amusement, full of chatter, and since Fame doesn’t know the fact that Pearl and Miles chose it to be a one night stand. The self confessed beyond this planet beauty was gabbing away to Pearl, as if they were long time chums, the idle conversation continuing until they reach the doors, the bell chiming merrily as they wander in, where everyone splits off.

 He makes a beeline for the counter containing the poppers; examining the small bottles of liquid, he can hear the booming laughter of Kevin as he outfits Jake in a harness that wouldn’t look out of place on Violet’s leather and lace eleganza. Katya and Violet are bent over a gaudy hot pink doubled ended dildo, and even Max looks like he’s enjoying himself. Removing himself from the counter, he switches to the racks of filmy garments, gazing at a well boned corset with curiosity, and a little interest.