You treat me badly, I love you madly
REC:
The Tale of Unfairness PG13 by mayqueen517
JONAS universe Kevin/Macy.
Kevin can't kiss and it's ADORABLE and sweet and my eyes are like this: ♥_____♥
Today just. BLAH.
So the sleeping thing. That's fucked up. I was WIDE AWAKE at 2:30 this morning after falling asleep at 9:30 last night. I hung out downstairs, it turns out among the hundreds of channels I don't watch, I have this awesome thing called Sleuth that was having a season 1 Psych marathon. At 3 in the morning. Awesome. So I did that until 7 and then I came up to my room to check my flist or IDK, do something, and I face planted and passed out until after noon.
I babysat from 3 to 9 and now I'm in bed and I feel incredibly lethargic but not all that sleepy.
This Joe/Kevin crossdressing thing is killing me.
He’s wearing a dress with puffy white sleeves and a blue corseted overlay, the blue and white checkered skirt layered over red tulle that stops obscenely short, hitting at upper thigh and leaving very little to the imagination.
It’s completed with white thigh high stockings complete with little blue and white checkered bows. Joe’s brushed out his hair until it’s ridiculously smooth, held back from his face in little pigtails. He’s wearing lipgloss and a smudge of eyeliner but he still manages to look painfully masculine, his broad shoulders and muscled arms contrasting starkly with the ridiculously feminine material of the dress.
Kevin touches the golden smooth dip of Joe’s collar bone, slides his finger underneath the delicate lace that stands out in stark contrast to Joe’s skin. He swallows, watching his finger nail catch. Joe’s holding his breath.
Kevin drags his eyes up to Joe’s face. He’s watching Kevin, eyes wide, teeth caught in his lower lip, cheeks flushed and warm.
It doesn’t stop with the dress, if that’s what the barely there material can be called. Kevin hisses, jerks back as though burned, when his fingers slide up to touch silk and lace. It makes sense, anything else would ruin the lines of the dress, but it shocks him nonetheless.
“Wow, Joe,” Kevin breathes, heart pounding in his chest. He’s flushed hot all over and he should really try to get a grip or it’s going to be all over before he even gets his pants off.
The Tale of Unfairness PG13 by mayqueen517
JONAS universe Kevin/Macy.
Kevin can't kiss and it's ADORABLE and sweet and my eyes are like this: ♥_____♥
Today just. BLAH.
So the sleeping thing. That's fucked up. I was WIDE AWAKE at 2:30 this morning after falling asleep at 9:30 last night. I hung out downstairs, it turns out among the hundreds of channels I don't watch, I have this awesome thing called Sleuth that was having a season 1 Psych marathon. At 3 in the morning. Awesome. So I did that until 7 and then I came up to my room to check my flist or IDK, do something, and I face planted and passed out until after noon.
I babysat from 3 to 9 and now I'm in bed and I feel incredibly lethargic but not all that sleepy.
This Joe/Kevin crossdressing thing is killing me.
He’s wearing a dress with puffy white sleeves and a blue corseted overlay, the blue and white checkered skirt layered over red tulle that stops obscenely short, hitting at upper thigh and leaving very little to the imagination.
It’s completed with white thigh high stockings complete with little blue and white checkered bows. Joe’s brushed out his hair until it’s ridiculously smooth, held back from his face in little pigtails. He’s wearing lipgloss and a smudge of eyeliner but he still manages to look painfully masculine, his broad shoulders and muscled arms contrasting starkly with the ridiculously feminine material of the dress.
Kevin touches the golden smooth dip of Joe’s collar bone, slides his finger underneath the delicate lace that stands out in stark contrast to Joe’s skin. He swallows, watching his finger nail catch. Joe’s holding his breath.
Kevin drags his eyes up to Joe’s face. He’s watching Kevin, eyes wide, teeth caught in his lower lip, cheeks flushed and warm.
It doesn’t stop with the dress, if that’s what the barely there material can be called. Kevin hisses, jerks back as though burned, when his fingers slide up to touch silk and lace. It makes sense, anything else would ruin the lines of the dress, but it shocks him nonetheless.
“Wow, Joe,” Kevin breathes, heart pounding in his chest. He’s flushed hot all over and he should really try to get a grip or it’s going to be all over before he even gets his pants off.